Page 97 of Scrum Heat

Her body shudders as I press my mouth to her throat, to her pulse, and let her feel every inch of me—every inch of this bond still snapping into place.

And when she comes, it’s not gentle: it’s full-body. Eyes-closed, nails-digging-in. She arches her back and clamps down so tight around my cock that I nearly lose control right then and there.

I hold on, rocking through the spasms of her release until I can’t hold back anymore.

I drop my forehead to hers. “You need to tell me again.”

She opens her eyes, dazed and wrecked and perfect. “What?”

“Tell me who you need.”

“You,” she breathes. “You, Jax.”

She whimpers beneath me—breathless, shaking, completely wrecked—and when her mouth finds mine again, it’s not shy, it’sdesperate. Tongue and teeth, slick and messy, her hands gripping my jaw tightly.

“Jax,” she pants, voice shaking, “please… I want it. I wantyou.I want you to claim me.”

Everything inside mestills.

Her body’s trembling, scent spiking high and hot in the air between us. My knot is thick at the base of my cock and swelling with instinct,need, a drive I’ve kept leashed my entire fucking life.

“You sure?” I rasp, jaw tight.

My forehead is pressed to hers, and I need to hear her say it again—just once more.

“Yes,” she whispers, hissing impatiently. “God,please,Ineed it.I need you to make me yours.”

I exhale once, sharp through my nose—

And then Isnap.

The bond hits so hard I almost see stars. I bare my teeth and drive into her, deep and hard and full, knot pushing at the edge, pressing past resistance until I’m fully buried inside her. Her back bows, her cry torn from her throat as I press my open mouth to the curve of her neck and sink my teeth in deep.

Her taste explodes across my tongue.

Her blood. Her scent.

Her.

She gasps, then shudders, and the bond slams into place. A rush of heat and instinct tears through me, primal and feral and endless.

I don’t stop moving. Ican’t.

I fuck her through it, the claiming, the sealing of something bigger than either of us.

“You’re mine now,” I growl into her skin, voice wrecked, raw,possessed.“Say it.”

My knot starts to swell, and she wraps her legs around me tighter, pulling me in. I growl in response and slam into her again and again and again, fuelled by the way that she cries out, by the words stuttering between her gasps.

“I’m yours—Jax—fuck,I’m yours.”

I can’t take it anymore, can’t hold back for a second longer. My knot locks fully, my hips grinding deep, and I feel her pulse around me as she shatters again—tight and hot and soaked around me, scent blooming so sweet it knocks the air from my lungs.

She breaks, and I follow.

We don’t speak for a long time.

She’s knotted, claimed, and still moving through it; still grinding slow and deep as her body quakes under mine.

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