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“One more,” Finn said, his eyes heavily lidded. I think he’d been waiting, watching, making sure everyone was OK, despite the exhaustion weighing on him. I moved over and kissed him, his lips soft before we both looked up.
Jack sat in his chair, a cigarette burning unheeded between his fingers. He was a king on his throne, and from the faint smile on his face, the proceedings pleased him. Or did they? The guys had all been careful to give each other space during this, but was Jack letting Hawk do his thing unimpeded, or was there something else going on there?
I got to my feet, padding over to him, and his eyes followed my every jiggle. I refused to be concerned about that. I was wreathed in venom and blood and other men’s cum, but when he slid open his zipper and pulled out his cock, it was rigid. He held out his hand and I took it as he surveyed every inch of me while he slowly stroked his dick.
“Look at you,” he said. “Every inch the queen now.”
With Jack, it was always hard to tell if he was serious or joking. Those glittering eyes, that twist of a smile, but as I leant in closer, feeling the subtle signs of anticipation in him, I knew it was probably both. My brittle Jack couldn’t just let this happen, couldn’t just surrender to me. He had to fight it at every inch, despite craving it with all he had.
“Come to claim me as your courtier now?” His eyebrow lifted in question.
“If that’s what you want.”
That wasn’t the right response. I wanted to give him a choice, not box him into a corner, but as I watched him stiffen, his eyes darting, I knew that wasn’t what he wanted.
“Get those jeans off. Don’t want them any higher than your ankles.”
I channeled Brandon in my command, and Jack seemed surprised when he moved to obey. But that golden flesh was soon revealed, his cock slapping hard against his lean stomach when he settled back. The casual arrangement of his limbs, the impudent expression all said he was going to resist this, stir shit up like always, but that wasn’t happening.
“You want me to bite you, take you as my mate and then you want to return the favour.”
I distracted him from the statement by placing my knee up on the arm of the chair, not far away from his elbow. As expected, his eyes dropped down to the damp flesh I revealed. His smile faltered, his gaze hungry as he took in my wet cunt. I liked that even though I’d racked up a whole lot of frequent flyer miles with the hairy credit card today, they still wanted more.
“Yes,” he hissed. To my statement? To my body? It wasn’t clear, but it didn’t matter. I pushed his chin up and took his lips in a kiss, feeling his fangs grate against mine. The cigarette was abandoned, both hands going to my waist as the kiss deepened. His mouth was ravenous, his tongue thrusting in my mouth as he dragged me onto his lap. I kissed my way down his jaw until my nose was pushed into the soft fall of his hair. Venom trailed along the skin, a herald of what was to come. He thrust up against me as he felt the burn while I worked my body against his, spreading my slick down his hard length.
“Wait…” he gasped as I caught the skin of his neck between my teeth. “Jules…!”
His fingers grabbed at me, clawing at my skin, fighting to hold me off, but this felt as inevitable as the sun rising. We needed to mate, become a pack, formalise the bonds. The same aching chest feeling as outside the ruins was beating down hard on me now.
“Jules!”
The whip crack of my name had me shaking my head, and it took some time to clear before I looked down to see Jack holding me back, his eyes wide with anger, fear, and lust.
“Fuck,” I said, pulling away. “Jack, I’m sorry. I got really carried away.”
“I could see that. Fuck, you’re strong.”
I settled down on the arm of the chair. I saw him stiffen and draw back, eyes kept resolutely down, but I reached out anyway. I just stroked his hair, focussing only on the slip of it between my fingers, the slow hiss of the men’s breathing as they rested. Then his head tilted up, his eyes shining with suspicion.
“How do I know you won’t get carried away again?”
“You don’t,” I replied badly, but kept stroking his hair until he snatched my fingers away, but he just held them against his chest. “You don’t know that with either of us. But you said something, and I stopped, so that’s not what’s worrying you.”
“Not worried,” he mumbled in the way that men do that indicates that’s exactly what was happening.
“Can I sit on your lap? This chair is digging into my butt.”
“Not sure if this will be any more comfortable,” he said with a leer, eyes flicking to his dick.
“I’m willing to chance it.”
His arms went around me as I settled, and when I looked up, the surly expression had given way to a spooked one. He watched me with something like awe when I leant back against his arm.
“Mark me,” I said.
“What?”
“Something about this is worrying you. Either tell me what it is, or mark me.”
