Nebulous 4

In the briefest of seconds, as they entered the suite, a plan flashed through Jaxon's mind. His original intention of driving Emory away was changed in an instant. He could use the situation to his and his pack's advantage and deal a crushing blow to the Zyranos Pack. He was sure that Emory's pride would sink to its lowest ebb, and the enmity between the packs would shift to Gardeno's control.

A golden opportunity lay before him. Jaxon could take advantage of Emory's lack of consciousness. He could kidnap her, and the Zyranos Pack would surely submit. They would do everything to save Emory.

Jaxon grinned. He didn't push Emory away as he had originally intended. Instead, he grabbed her upper arms, determined to make sure she couldn't leave the suite and...

A tug on his tie made Jaxon blink. Instincts flared, filled with anticipation. He scanned the situation quickly, ready to act, but suddenly his body froze.

Jaxon's heart seemed to stop. His breath caught in his chest and his grip on Emory's upper arms loosened.

She? Jaxon froze, his eyes widening as he realised what Emory was doing. Is she... kissing me?

Heat surged through Jaxon's body. His blood was rushing and the heartbeat he'd thought had stopped was now pounding furiously. His mind went blank, yet at the same time it was abuzz.

Jaxon growled. His body reacted reflexively, but strangely, not to push her away, but to pull her closer.

Jaxon's fingers tightened their grip on Emory's upper arms even more than before. Then he pulled her body into his embrace, feeling a strange tingling that shot through every nerve at lightning speed. All his plans were shattered. Everything faded away, replaced by an uncontrollable desire.

Jaxon returned Emory's kiss fervently, pressing and savouring her lips. Then he slid his tongue between her parted lips.

The taste of alcohol on Emory's tongue greeted Jaxon. It was acrid, stirring his primal instincts. His grip loosened and his hands slid down Emory's back in an embrace that held her captive.

The distance between them disappeared, leaving no space between them. They held each other so tightly that they could feel each other's warm breath.

A spark of passion flared in Jaxon, igniting him from within. A single kiss wasn't enough, so he deepened it, sucking on Emory's tongue.

Emory's soft, erotic moan floated in the air. Her grip on his tie shifted, her hands gripping Jaxon's shoulders. She tilted her head back, opening her mouth to give Jaxon full access.

The unspoken consent from Emory drove Jaxon even further. He pressed her against the wall, his fingers exploring her in a path charged with desire.

Jaxon traced every curve of Emory's body, starting with a firm grip on her breast, then moving to appreciate the slender line of her waist before landing on her hips. There he stroked her and lifted one of her legs.

Emory gasped. Her body arched suddenly as she felt the undeniable proof of Jaxon's desire.

Their kiss broke. Emory had no time to process what had happened. For a moment she was stunned by the solid evidence of Jaxon's manhood and the next second her body was weightless.

Reflexively, Emory wrapped her legs around Jaxon's waist and clung to him. She didn't care where Jaxon took her. She surrendered to the warmth and strength that radiated from Jaxon, letting herself melt into him.

Softness greeted Emory as Jaxon laid her down on the bed. Her body bounced slightly on the mattress before Jaxon stopped any further reflex movements.

Emory blinked slowly, looking up at Jaxon as he rubbed her neck. She smiled and heard Jaxon ask her.

"Are you aware of what you're doing?"

Emory chuckled softly and raised a hand to trace Jaxon's strong jawline with her fingertip. "Of course," she replied with a nod. "I know exactly what I'm doing. I called you here to make me feel good. You wouldn't know it, but let me tell you, today has been extremely stressful for me."

Jaxon narrowed his eyes. Speaking of exhausting days, he was sure he'd had one. But he wouldn't be reckless enough to go into enemy territory like Emory had.

A sudden possibility crossed Jaxon's mind, forcing him to stop slipping his hand under Emory's dress. His eyes narrowed. "Do you know who I am?"

"You?" Emory looked at Jaxon. She paused, as if trying to remember, but then answered with a question of her own. "What's your name?"

Jaxon's expression hardened. "Jaxon," he replied in a deep, heavy voice that conveyed both irritation and desire at the same time. "Jaxon Rolf Forsythe."

"Jaxon," Emory murmured softly, as if tasting the name on her tongue. "Your name reminds me of someone."

Jaxon clenched his jaw and nodded once, meaningfully. "I'm sure it does."

"He..." Emory took a deep breath and rubbed his neck again. "...is my enemy. He's the one who brought misery into my life."

Jaxon's hand tightened unconsciously on Emory's thigh. "He's brought misery into your life?"

Emory nodded. "He is truly cruel. Heartless and ruthless. But you're clearly different from him."

Jaxon said nothing, silent amid memories of the past that contradicted Emory's words. To him, Emory and the Zyranos Pack were the real villains. His happiness had been stolen from him. He had watched his parents die a brutal death. Since then, he hadn't just lived in misery, he had lived in death.

Life had never really been life for Jaxon. His heart still beat, his breath still came, but it was all meaningless as he passed each day in suffering and despair.

Ironically, Jaxon now found himself accused of being the villain. He clenched his jaw. "You—"

"You're nothing like him," Emory interrupted, projecting sincerity through her smile and words as she cupped one of Jaxon's cheeks. "I can feel it. You're kind, compassionate, and most importantly, you're much more handsome than he is."

Jaxon closed his mouth, holding back a harsh retort that lingered on the tip of his tongue. He wanted to curse, to lash out, but Emory's hand brushed across his chest, igniting a passion that his anger had momentarily stifled.

A warning alarm sounded in Jaxon's head. A shred of common sense was desperately trying to warn him. He should get up and get out of bed. He had to carry out the carefully crafted plan he had made earlier. He couldn't waste this golden opportunity to take down Emory and the Zyranos Pack.

Unfortunately, Jaxon's logic was overwhelmed by primal desire. Emory's touch threw his mind into turmoil, throwing every function of his body into chaotic disarray.

Jaxon felt like he was being driven, the rhythm of his heartbeat increasing. His breathing became heavy. And as Emory shifted beneath him, he found himself unable to think of anything else.

Jaxon's body was acting on its own, beyond his control. He no longer had any power over himself. His body seemed to have a mind separate from his will.

Jaxon couldn't think clearly. All the reasons why he had insisted on regaining his senses vanished without a trace. Everything really disappeared when Emory uttered his name so tenderly.

"Jaxon."

This time Jaxon was completely lost. He pushed all thoughts from his mind, surrendering control to the passion that had already made his body tense. He allowed his desire to take over, pouring his longing into action.

Jaxon's kisses became passionate. His fingers moved back under Emory's dress. He touches Emory's womanhood as his kisses land everywhere.

Emory moaned and closed her eyes. She gave a look of surrender, seeming to enjoy every touch Jaxon offered. But it wasn't enough.

Emory's delicate fingers moved, not standing still. She ran them over Jaxon's body, feeling the hard muscles that spoke of his strength—a silent promise to protect her.

A strange sensation seeped into the corners of Emory's heart, reaching deeper and settling into her soul.

Something strange was happening. Emory could feel it, but she didn't fight it. Instead, she welcomed it with open arms and allowed Jaxon to remove her clothes. She allowed her skin to meet his in complete nudity. They pressed against each other and Jaxon's touch stirred a long dormant natural instinct in her.

Emory's wolf spirit awoke. It was alert, igniting embers of heat that smoldered fiercely.

Emory felt hot. Sweat trickled down her skin. She wiped the moisture from her neck as Jaxon's breath brushed against her face. "Jaxon."

Jaxon left a trail of wet kisses, his open lips exploring Emory. Not just her lips or cheeks, but her entire body was covered in his kisses and touches.

Jaxon let out a suppressed growl. His grip on one of Emory's breasts tightened and then he kissed her other breast before finally taking her nipple into his mouth.

Emory's body shivered, moving beyond her conscious control. She writhed, then pulled Jaxon's head closer as her legs parted.

Emory's moans filled the air again, adding to Jaxon's tension. She let her feminine allure flow freely, making Jaxon growl with desire.

Jaxon fought to control himself. He created a small space between them, just enough to look at Emory for a moment. He gazed intently at the devotion she offered him.

Conflicting emotions swirled within Jaxon. Something unusual was stirring inside him. He felt both hesitant and certain—a mysterious attraction he couldn't quite understand had taken hold of him, and he couldn't take his eyes off Emory.

The chaos in Jaxon’s mind no longer mattered. Words could not express the swirl of emotions in his chest. Everything blended into one and his body reacted instinctively.

Doubt and desire clashed, but there was a lure between them that Jaxon couldn't resist. His soul felt like it was being called and his wolf spirit answered.

Jaxon cursed himself in silence. At that moment he realised that there was no turning back. Worse, he felt an undeniable urge to make Emory his own.

"Emory." Jaxon's voice trembled. He made her open her eyes and then asked, "Are you sure you won't regret this?"

Emory's eyes blinked slowly. She smiled. "On the contrary, I'm sure tonight will be the best night of my life."

Jaxon could no longer speak. He swallowed any remaining words. The turmoil in his chest grew, unstoppable. Emory had answered and he really wouldn't turn back. He would see this madness through to the end. Tomorrow, whatever he had to do, he would think about it later. "I hope you won't regret this, Emory."

Emory touched his neck and shook his head. "I won't."

Jaxon wagered that Emory's certainty would disappear by dawn. But that wasn't his concern. On the contrary, if Emory regretted it, he'd make sure it was a regret so deep and shameful she'd never forget it.

"All right," Jaxon whispered in Emory's ear. He kissed her earlobe, then moved his hands to the nape of her neck. "You seem uncomfortable with that necklace. I'll take it off."

Emory didn't resist. She nodded, allowing Jaxon to remove the necklace and place it on the bedside table.

"Oh." Emory sighed, her chest rising and falling as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. A sense of relief washed over her. A calm she'd only ever imagined suddenly enveloped her. "Jaxon."

Emory's sensual movements spurred Jaxon on. A strange pulse stirred within him, calling him to forget everything else. There was only him and Emory now.

With his mouth tightly shut, Jaxon grabbed one of Emory's legs and lifted it. Then he plunged inside her.

Emory moaned, her hands gripping Jaxon's shoulders. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. Then they both fell still, frozen.

No movement. No sound. For a moment, Emory and Jaxon remained motionless, looking into each other's eyes. They were both transfixed by the pure sensation that enveloped them.

The world seemed to stand still. Time itself vanished. Everything vanished, leaving only Emory and Jaxon, bound by the magical energy between them.

After a short pause, Jaxon took a deep breath. He began to move, and it made him hold his breath in anticipation.

Something felt different. Jaxon could feel it clearly. Every thrust he made and every acceptance Emory offered set off explosions that made his blood boil.

Jaxon's passion rose to a fever pitch. Every nerve, every cell in his body was throbbing with demanding intensity. He let out a deep growl and thrust into her with all his might.

Emory gasped, her body feeling as if it was going to rip apart at that moment. She clung tightly to Jaxon, their skin pressed together, drenched in sweat, moving in sync.

Moans filled the air. Groans echoed. The room was saturated with a symphony of erotic sounds, a melody that accompanied their lovemaking.

Their desire only grew hotter. Jaxon's movements grew wilder, his rhythm relentless, pushing Emory to the edge of ecstasy.

Emory couldn't hold on. A whimper escaped her lips as her body shook uncontrollably, her fingers tangling in Jaxon's hair as waves of pleasure overwhelmed her.

Jaxon growled, feeling Emory's teeth on his shoulder like a whip, spurring him on. His control shattered and his movements became completely unrestrained.

Emory's head spun. Her world tilted as Jaxon's thrusts tensed her body with new anticipation.

Emory's fingers gripped his hair as she closed her eyes, surrendering to the familiar pulse deep within. Jaxon reignited her passion and she drifted once more in a sea of desire, sinking with him as he held her close.

The air grew thick with heat, Jaxon's growl vibrating everything around them.

The bed shook. Primal instincts had completely taken over Jaxon as he continued his assault on Emory's core, only to find himself unravelling a moment later.

Jaxon's movements stopped as Emory cried out. The tension in his body surpassed all limits and he shattered, breaking apart in a pleasure he'd never known before.

It took a moment for Jaxon to regain control of himself. He tried to steady his breathing, only to curse softly as Emory's scent filled his lungs.

Jaxon drew back to find Emory looking up at him weakly. Then her eyes closed and she drifted off to sleep with a sweet smile.

Damn it! Jaxon clenched his fists. He sat up and rubbed his face roughly. Do you realise what you just did, Jaxon?

An internal battle raged within him and Jaxon told himself. This was a good plan. I'll make sure Emory and the Zyranos Pack are powerless after tonight.

Jaxon nodded once, reassured by his own reasoning. He vowed to see the plan through. But Emory's peaceful expression filled him with doubt.

A weight settled over Jaxon's heart, as if something was clinging to him. Worse, he couldn't bring himself to get out of bed. It was as if an invisible force was holding him there. He couldn't resist the pull and ended up lying down next to Emory.

In those last moments, before sleep completely overcame him, he forced himself to pull away one last time. But part of him didn't want to let Emory go. Finally, he fell asleep, holding her close.

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