Page 78 of Conquered
Loki and I happened to have a free first period, which is lucky, as Loki felt like he hadn't had quite enough maple syrup. So once the others had left, he'd stripped me down, laid me on the table, and indulged in his sweet tooth.
Suffice to say, we both ended up very sticky and needed a shower, which meant we had to practically run to get to our first class on time.
#soworthit.
It's now Thursday, and I'm making my way to the dining hall for lunch with the guys when my way is barred by the Save the Whales Crew, led by Amber the Cumdumpster.
“You listen up, you English bitch,” she spits out, getting so close to me that I can see the individual hairs on her fake lashes. “Loki may be enjoying your whore cunt now, but he'll soon grow tired of the novelty and come back to me.”
Her pretty face has been transformed with her vitriol, her lips thinned in a sneer and her eyes narrowed until she resembles a haggard witch. Or maybe a harpy.That’s a little harsh on the harpy.
“You mean Loki and Jax,” I correct her, crossing my arms and raising my eyebrows, a smile on my face as she looks at me in confusion.
“Wh–what did you say, slut?” she splutters out, taking a step back.
Bitch needs to learn some more inventive curses.
“LokiandJax have been enjoying my ‘whore cunt’,” I say sweetly back, tilting my head to one side and lowering my voice conspiratorially. “Sometimes together.”
My grin gets wider as she starts to turn red, rage filling her blue eyes.
I can't believe she tried to Mean Girl me. Fucking harpy cumdumpster.
“Why you little fucking…” she begins to screech, stepping forward but stopping her tirade abruptly when a huge hand comes down on her shoulder, squeezing hard, and making her wince.
“You okay here, Baby Girl?” Jax's deep voice washes over me, and I shiver.
“Just correcting a mistake Amber here made,” I reply, smirking and stepping to one side away from her.
“Shall we go to lunch?” I ask him, taking another step past Amber who is now almost purple with hate, her eyes practically spitting fire.
“Jax?” I ask, laying a hand on his outstretched arm. It’s as hard as stone, if stones vibrated with tension.
His own hand is still gripping Amber's shoulder and I can see the indents his fingers are making into her shirt, his eyes drilling into her now wide ones. Slowly, his head turns as he looks at me. His blue eyes are wild, like it's taking everything in him to not explode and beat Amber to a pulp.
I step closer to him, my breasts brushing against his arm. “Let’s go to lunch, Jax,” I say softly, encouraging him to let her go with my eyes.
His breathing is shallow, and he's staring at me like he's slipping away but desperate to hold on. Yet, outwardly you can't tell the battle that's raging within him. Amber has no idea how close he is to losing his shit.
I can hear murmuring behind me, but all I can see is the rage in Jax's beautiful eyes. I need to get him out of here now, or he will do something that I know he’ll regret, so I do the only thing I can think of.
I crush my lips to his, hearing Amber squeak as he pushes her roughly away to grab me by the throat and slam me up against the wall.
Everything else, everyone else, Amber and her crew of bitches, all melts away until I'm submerged in Jax. He surrounds me completely with his huge body, and his warm lemon scent fills my nostrils until I'm breathing in nothing but him.
My hands go up into his blond hair, releasing it from his sexy as fuck man bun and raking my nails down his scalp. He groans in that low sensual voice of his, sending vibrations running through me.
His strong hand tightens a little, drawing me closer as his mouth ravishes mine, his tongue plundering until I'm a hot fucking mess.
His other hand glides up over the top of my t-shirt, palming my breast, and squeezing it hard. I whimper, loving the dominantly rough gesture, completely forgetting where we are until I hear someone clearing their throat behind Jax.
“As much as this is turning me all the way on…” Loki's familiar drawl reaches my ears, and I pause. “Perhaps you'd like a less public location for your make out session?” he teases, a note of amusement in his tone.
We stop kissing, and Jax presses his forehead to mine, his chest still heaving. His blond hair falls round our faces, creating a little cocoon for us. He's panting hard, taking in deep gulps of air as he strives to calm down.
“Are you okay?” I whisper, smoothing my hands down his arms.
“Yeah,” he rumbles back after a moment. “Are you okay, Baby Girl?” he asks in return, pulling his head back and looking into my eyes, his forehead furrowed in a frown. His own eyes are clearer now, the rage having drained away. Although, there's definitely lust in there now, as well as concern.
