Page 33 of Blood and Ruin: The Complete Series

The thought alone was making me hot and flustered.

Jax smirks, raising a brow. “Don’t try to deny it. I can smell your desire from here.”

Jax’s woodsy scent envelops me as he moves closer. He dips his head, trailing his nose along my neck, making me shudder.

“It’s fucking delicious.”

Jax pulls his head back to look me in the eyes, the warmth from his body and musky smell wrapping around me, along with his arms.

“I think I need a taste.”

My mind blanks trying to think of a reason not to let him.

“Jax…” I start.

“Just… one… little taste.”

I’m frozen in place as Jax leans back in, his gaze shifting from my eyes to my lips. The soft look in his eyes fills with pure hunger.

Just as his lips are about to touch mine, a pissed off voice reaches us, breaking us apart.

“Hey! I saw ‘er firsst, wait yeor fuckin’ turn.” The pervert slurs his words making his way back over to me.

Shit.

Jax’s attention whips to the stumbling drunk man. “Oh, was I interrupting something?” His voice is anything but sweet as his hard gaze narrows on me. I mirror his pissed off expression earning a small smirk.

“Actually yesss, so… if you wouldn mind…” The creeper tries waving Jax away.

“Youu can ave a turn, once I’m finished.”

The once sweet and seductive man was gone, replaced by something full of darkness and rage. With a cruel tilt to his lips and a crazy look in his eyes, he gives the creep his full attention.

“That so?” Jax’s grip tightens on me, his eyes filling with murderous intent.

There must be something wrong with me. Seeing Jax like this, turned me the hell on. I bite my lip, craving his touch, his strong hands as they work down my body.

Clenching my thighs, I try to ignore the achy throbbing desire rushing to my core and focus on the drunken idiot.

“Y-yes.” The creeps voice sounds more like a question than an answer as he stumbles back a step. Grabbing hold of the back of a chair, he clears his throat trying to stand taller.

“I mean, yesss. You can ave ‘er when we’r finished.”

“Have her? She’s fuckingmine.” Jax lets his wolf come to the surface, his eyes glowing. He sneers at the guy, a warning growl slipping out.

Instead of shitting himself, the creep relaxes seeing Jax’s wolf, and forces out a nervous chuckle. “Oh, you’re one of those.”

His fake confidence confuses me. Jax could literally break him in two and here he was talking to him like he was beneath him.

Was he under the impression that no one would touch him because of King?

“One of what?” Jax demands.

“You know, a supe.”

The idiot must not know much about supes, especially wolves. They’re not fucking puppies. He relaxes further, looking somewhat smug in his drunken state.

Jax releases my hand, blocking me from the creep’s view. His body seems to grow larger as a dangerous glint enters his eyes, promising violence.

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