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
Jackson growls comfortably, cuddling me close and nudging my chin aside so he has access again to my neck. “When I give you my mark for real,” he murmurs, “I’m putting it right here.” He presses a kiss, then, to that special spot low on my neck. And I shiver with delight and anticipation, again want
Jesse feels the change in the room almost immediately and turns towards the rest of the group. “Yeah, Rafe beat me in the end,” he says with a wide smile, breaking into the silence and carrying on as if nothing happened. He doesn’t dropping his hand from its place on Daphne’s back but certainly not
“Which was?” Rafe asks, raising an eyebrow at me, not so delighted with my performance as everyone else. “Seriously, Ariel, the Captain’s not going to be happy. You’re going to be in deep shit about this – way deeper than he was.” My brother points at Tony here.“Did you get in trouble?” I ask, blin