“Nepotism,” I say with a grin.He laughs, short, and shakes his head. “You’re very confident, Sinclair.”“It’s what I tried to say last night, Jacks,” I whisper, my face falling into more serious lines. “We’re not just…students playing games anymore, not really. We’re prepping for actual war – and c
My heart absolutely pounds in my chest as my mate kicks off his boots and pulls his shirt over his head. When his hands move to his belt next, deftly unbuckling it and then unbuttoning his pants, beginning to shove them to the floor, my mouth goes dry.And I forget to breathe.Because, I mean, up un
But then I register that nod and my eyes go wide.“Really?” I ask, the word hitching in my throat as anxiety hits me again. “Are you – are you sure Jacks? You wanted to wait –“He gives a tiny shrug, his own throat working. “I didn’t want to wait forever. I just wanted to wait until it felt…right. A
I just stare up at Jackson for a long, long moment, not knowing what to do or how to express this brand new fear and keep my dignity.“Ariel,” Jackson says again, his frown deepening as he strokes a comforting hand over my hair, his hand tracing through the long damp strands of it. “What’s wrong? Wh
My breath hitches with fear because…what?“Don’t get scared,” Jackson murmurs, putting his hands on my hips and tugging gently backwards until I’m on my knees in front of him. “You trust me, right?”I nod instantly, because I do – but I have to admit, I am scared. He bends forward, slipping a hand a
Jackson snarls his possession and his want as he repositions himself, pressing the tip of his cock again at my entrance, his chest heaving with desire and restraint. “Please,” I beg, shaking my head, sliding my hand down to his lower back and pressing urgently there. “Please, Jackson, I want it –“
“What?” I murmur, lifting my head a little, curling my body even closer to his, wanting as much of me touching as much of him as possible. “What’s so funny?”“I just…can hear every single one of your thoughts,” he murmurs, shaking his head and grinning at me.I burst out laughing, giving him a lazy
Slowly, I shake my head. Because even if my grandmother hadn’t forbidden it, I still know that it’s true. That I still want Luca – he’s still my mate.Jackson nods, closing his eyes just for a moment, processing it. And I feel the hurt swelling down the bond, but also feel him shutting it down, not