Page 14 of Wrath

Fucking hell.

Jax wrapped his arms around me as he drank from me deeply, his lips suctioned to my skin. To the outside observer, it would look as if he were kissing my neck. It certainly felt as good as his kisses.

One of his hands crept up my shirt, ghosting over my rib cage, and then inched towards the underside of my breast. I wasn’t wearing a bra—having not been giving one in the pile of clothes left for me—so there was nothing stopping his searching fingers from coming in contact with bare flesh.

He pushed himself farther against me, and I could feel how hard he was, how ready. His cock rubbed against my hip as he palmed my breast. His fingers tightened around my pebbled nipple, and he tweaked it, causing a flash of pain that only served to amplify my lust.

I was a kinky bitch, after all.

“Z…” he whispered against my neck.

I had no idea when he’d stopped biting me.

His tongue lapped at the wound on my skin, eliciting a fresh round of goose bumps, and then he lifted his head. Blood stained the skin around his mouth, and god help me, the sight only made me wetter.

“I don’t want to have sex on the beach,” I told him as I reached for his shirt.

He allowed me to pull it over his head without complaint. Fuck, I could stare at his naked chest for hours. Days. He wasn’t as muscular as some of my other mates, but his stomach was a series of tight ridges that begged to be licked, sucked, and kissed. A faint trail of hair, slightly darker than the strands on his head, started at his navel and disappeared below the waistband of his pants.

“Sand would get everywhere—and I meaneverywhere. I’ll be picking grains out of my ass crack for days to come.”

“Real sexy,” he murmured.

His tongue snaked out to lick at the blood around his lips. My pulse spiked. Lust stirred low in my belly.

“I don’t want sex on the beach,” I repeated, throwing my own shirt off and tossing it beside his on the ground. His eyes turned hooded with unfettered desire as he zeroed in on my bare chest. “But…”

“But?”

I pushed at his chest until he fell backwards on the discarded shirts. I immediately straddled his lean waist with a shit-eating grin.

“There’s a first time for everything.” I tugged at his face and forced his lips to mine.

I could still taste my blood, and that should’ve disgusted me, but it…didn’t. Drinking blood was a part of who Jax was, and I loved him. Every inch of him. Every facet that made him who he was.

“So you’re okay with sand getting inmyass crack, then?” Jax asked, and I swore he almost sounded like Bash for a second.

It was strange to see more of Jax’s personality shining through now that demons didn’t constantly plague him.

“Thank you for your sacrifice,” I told him, arching my neck so he could plant kisses across the skin there.

He paused when he reached the bite mark he’d left behind before continuing farther down. His lips closed around one of my nipples, and he pulled it into his mouth. His tongue circled the beaded nub, and I moaned low in my throat.

It occurred to me that anyone could see us now. We were only a few feet away from a camp full of humans, after all.

Yet I didn’t care.

I wanted the world to know that Jax was mine and I was his.

Sure, I might have to murder anyone who stared at him for too long, but…

Coherent thoughts fled when Jax released my nipple and rolled us so I lay on my back staring up at him. The shirts did very little to protect me from the sand below, but I didn’t care. A few grains in unmentionable places were worth whatever he planned to do to me next.

Jax kissed down my stomach and stopped when he reached the waistband of my borrowed pants. Slowly, with painstaking gentleness, he pulled them down, his eyes heating when he realized?—

“No underwear?”

“Wasn’t given any,” I replied breathlessly.

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