Chapter 89

Aurora

Finally, free of the pups, I relax on the couch with Jaxson, sipping our hot-coco and humming tunes stuck in our heads. It feels so empty and quiet in our house but at least we have some time to lean back and breathe. I am utterly exhausted right now but that hasn’t stopped my mind from wandering to what I’ve been mulling over all day on.

Jaxson gently breathes against my back, both of us snuggled on the couch that is hardly big enough for at least one of us, so I take to sitting on his lap, practically crushing his chest, but I don’t care and neither does he seem to. His arm curls around my shoulder, keeping me close to him without any intention of letting me go.

I aim to kiss his neck, his hand diverting me elsewhere, kissing his lips ravishingly. I can’t help but moan as he makes out with me so vigorously that I pant for breathes against his mouth, begging to steal some air from his lungs to have for myself.

“Alpha,” I say, practically begging for more with my whimpering tone. “Mm, Alpha.”

I know what this does to Jaxson, and I intend to play into that heat more as I tease his body with my own, rubbing my chest and pelvis against his own until he growls between our kisses. He let’s out a strangled noise, his hands grabbing my backside and grinding it against his hips. I dare to scream, to moan out in fever but he stops me from continuing, steadying me in his brash grip.

He stands abruptly, carefully setting me to sit back on the couch and face his incredible height, and teasing mound in his denim pants. He carefully, dangerously slowly, undoes his belt and pants button, dragging the zipper down until he finally frees himself in doing so. My eyes grow wide with just how erect my mate has become in such a short, taunting moment.

I dare to lean forward, kissing his sex in all it’s length, hearing him growl as I move my fingertips up and down his lengthy shaft. When I press my mouth over his sex, he finally growls out loud, releasing his restraint while I feel him thrust his hips in anticipation.

I don’t fight his motion, letting him work with my mouth, his hands gripping my hair as he squeezes it into his gentle fists to move my mouth in every desired direction his erection requires to satisfy him fully. I want to beg for more, my mouth preoccupied, feeling his stress wither with each and every purposeful hip throw.

He pulls back completely, pushing me rather abrasively so that I lean back and in one swift motion, my shorts are ripped asunder and my legs are parted for his head. I don’t know how to react at first, his tongue exploring every inch of my sex, sometimes interweaving with his fingers that dare to pulse inside of my hot core.

I release a scream in pure pleasure, unraveling once, then twice, and then countless more times until I am trembling from head to toe. His fingers dig into my inner thighs, forcing me to stay accessible for him to play with, but I finally collapse into my own heat of release.

He gives me an ounce of mercy, his arms hiking me upright as he holds me with my legs wrapped around his waist. He kisses my throat, making up with my shoulder and sending chill bumps down the entirety of my body. I want to scream, to beg for more or pull away and release the breath I’ve been holding, but I can’t seem to make sense of what I want anymore.

I allow him to decide. He carries me all the way across the hut until my back hits a wall. I hiss a breath and he stops, eyeing me carefully. I wave off whatever slight pain that motion had brought me and instead I focus on the pounding in my heart I have created in the intensity of this moment. I dare to kiss him deeper, longer, and it’s finally so freeing when he kisses me back just as abrasively.

His legs part slightly, forcing mine to follow with his hips and open wide for his access. I swallow everything I want to say, or scream, and lean back, arching myself against the wall so he can finally have his way with me. it will be our first intimate moment together since having pups and I couldn’t have planned this any better. He suck bruises onto my neck, my breasts, and my shoulder, finally giving into his real temptation.

I know every inch of this man’s body, the Alpha genes so predominate in his muscles, It makes me quiver, really, and I can’t help but allow it to overtake me indefinably. That doesn’t make it easier to handle. I still feel surprised by his sheer length, his girth, and it’s impossible to fight how I feel when it completely fills me up to the brim with pleasure.

The first round is quick, forcing me to release once in a matter of minutes, in a few hip thrusts, but his rhythm changes, and it focuses more on the depth of his sex into my core. It makes it hard to retain any screams I’ve been trying to hold back until now. He smirks, panting as he breathes, and eventually he notices just how his slight adjustment has me breaking down at his hands.

“Jaxson,” I plead now, my body twitching and giving into his subtle kisses on my throat. “Please, Jaxson—Oh, oh please…”

“Please?” Jaxson snickers. “You want more, sweetheart?”

I consider his offer and think of how stupid I could be to ask for more but I can’t help it. I love this man; I want to be pleased by his body and allow him to be pleased with mine. We are the closest, most intimate, in these moments. I never want it to stop, especially not right now.

“You can’t handle more, sweetheart,” he growls against the side of my throat. “But, if my love wants more, she will get more.”

His speed intensifies, and so does his strength, holding me higher as my back is pressed to the wall, his chest pressed to mine, his hips moving harshly in and out of my burning sex. I see spots in my eyes finally, feeling him release moment after, no longer able to hold back his own will to drag this encounter any further than it has already traveled.

He doesn’t set me down, though. He carries me to the bedroom, laying me gently onto the bed, hovering over my body as he tries to catch his breath. He kisses me gently on the cheek, his lips soft and fleeting against my skin. I can’t help but want to cry after that session of passion. It was so ferocious but so perfectly in tune for our love.

He holds me now, pressed beside me in bed, the sheets and blankets scrambled all over the place around us. I don’t care, though. Our love is messy, unmade, and constantly evolving past being neat and orderly. I’ve come to accept that kind of love with open arms. It has become the new normal, the new standard set, and in our new family, it works for us.

I lean into his arms, into his chest, and take his warmth. He can’t help but purr a light noise of agreement as I bury myself into his grasp. For now, the world seems at peace, the entire Dawn pack and every member of it fits perfectly into our life, into our plans. It’s amazing to sit back in his arms and see how far we have come together. At first it was hard, but it was worth it.