Chapter 435

Jackson’s mouth is hard against mine and I yield to him immediately, wanting him to take control, to take me any way he wants. Even as I kiss him back, meeting him at every pulse of my heart with my lips and my tongue, I consider that this is very different from our first time – when Jackson was slow and patient and deliberate.

No, this time I can tell that Jackson is a little lost in his want of me - and I absolutely love it.

A shudder passes through my body as Jackson snarls, moving his mouth from mine, pressing first his lips and then his tongue and then his teeth to my neck, dragging the sharp points of his canines there. He lifts his body for just a moment to shove hard at my stupid dress, pushing it down over my hips and my ass until it comes to settle somewhere down over my knees.

But we’re both too lost to care as my mate presses the length of his body to mine again, the feel of his warm skin bare against mine torturous and wonderful all at once. I groan, my head falling to the side as Jackson dips his head lower, kissing the dip of my throat and then my breast, his tongue licking hard and flat once over my nipple before he returns his face to mine, a palm flat on my cheek turning my head back so that he can kiss me again and again.

I lose sense of myself quickly, forgetting that I’m a Princess, that I have any responsibility at all. Any sense of who I am or who I was, my past and my future, just flies away. I’m only concerned here and now with the feel of Jackson pressing me down into this mat, a burning fucking flame searing me at every inch where his skin meets mine.

God, fuck but I want him. Right fucking now.

I jerk my knee up to the side, wanting to wrap my leg around his waist – his back –

But I snarl when something gets in my way.

“Fucking dress,” I growl, putting a hand against Jackson’s shoulder and giving a little shove as I look down, glaring hard at the mess of fabric.

Jackson turns on his side, allowing me the space I need even as he turns his attention and his mouth again to my neck in a way that makes my eyes want to flutter shut. But, quite determined, I sit up and untangle my legs from all the fabric, tossing it aside.

“Where is your underwear?” Jackson asks, a hand on my hip. I turn to see him frowning down at my naked hips.

“Atalaxian women don’t wear it!” I say, turning to him as my hands move fast to his own pants, my fingers working fast at his belt. “I know, right? You’d think that with such a conservative culture –“

His hand covers mine and a steady growl silences me, making me turn my eyes up to him. I grin for a second as the growl resonates through his chest, as he makes quick work of unbuckling his belt and sliding what remains of his clothes over and away from his fairly perfect ass. Because while Jackson would never, ever tell me to stop talking if I wanted to discuss something…

The way he’s looking at me now, with that intense blue gaze, that steady set to his jaw?

The way his hand slides possessively around my waist and across my naked back?

Yes, please shut up, my wolf snaps in my soul, vicious.

Smiling, I obey his request and her demand to delay this conversation for another time.

Jackson smirks at me, taking my chin in his palm and again returning his mouth to mine, kissing me deeply and again wiping all thoughts from my brain.

My knee raises again to that place it wants to be up and over Jackson’s hips, but my mate surprises me by turning and pulling me with him so that I’m straddled fully over his hips, his body sitting half up so that he can still kiss me. I moan into his mouth as I arch my lower back, pressing myself more fully against him. His hand slips down over my body, grasping a palmful of my ass and using it as leverage to pull me tighter.

I start to pant at that, wanting more – more of Jackson hard against me, more of him not bothering to be gentle, taking what he wants.

“Please,” I beg, pulling my face away just an inch, my heart racing. “Please, Jacks.”

He snarls, soft, and then lays back, using the hand still on my ass to pull me with him, his other hand moving down to grasp the base of his cock, repositioning it so that I can feel the hard press of its head right at my slick core. I moan, my eyes shutting, my hips moving me backwards ono Jackson’s cock, sliding it an inch inside of me.

“God, fuck, Ariel,” he groans.

My eyes open just a little to see Jackson with his head tilted back, his neck exposed, completely undone by the feel of being inside of me – even just this little bit.

And I…like that. I like that very much.

I slide my hips back further, watching his face even as I shudder to feel him press another inch or two inside – a tight fit, especially at this angle. Jacks groans again, his eyes opening to meet mine as I sit up a little, taking control and slowly, inch by inch, lowering myself down onto the thick, hard length of Jackson’s cock.

I moan as I take him deeper, the noise loud and a little obscene, my head falling back and my eyes fluttering shut as I take about eight inches. Because – god – the sensation – even as Jackson stretches my inner walls, my pussy pulses against him, wanting more. My hips move forward, aching for more even as I feel so completely full that I’m not sure I can take another inch –

Even though that I know that there is…well, that there’s way more than an inch still to go…

“More,” Jackson growls, wrapping a firm hand around my hip, the other reaching up to capture my breast.

I gasp a little, working hard to concentrate on anything but the feeling of Jackson’s dick filling up every inch of me as I look down at him, trying to understand what he means.

“More, Luna,” he snarls, pulling gently on that hip, urging me down. “You’re going to take the whole thing.”

I moan, squeaky and soft, letting my head tilt back again as I do my best to obey my Alpha – sinking another inch lower, my hips starting to pulse back and forth against him, wanting the friction, wanting to feel him again and again hit that spot deep inside of me –

“All of it,” Jackson growls, an order.

Again, I obey, my knees spreading wide to the side as I sink lower onto my mate’s cock, which I can feel pulsing with need inside of me. Little gasping breaths fall from my mouth as my body tenses, as release coils low in my stomach, tighter and tighter, urging me on. I slip lower, taking every inch of my mate deep inside me, hoping it feels as good to him as it does to me –

But also thinking that’s kind of impossible –

Because this feels…this feels –

Oh, god, fuck – I have no words for it, they’re all wiped away -

But even that final thought is wiped from my mind a moment later when Jackson, finally fully seated within me, flexes his hips and presses even deeper, his hands firm around my hips, pulling me down onto him and pressing that thick, hard dick fast against that secret spot with one solid, steady thrust.

I pant as I break, hard and heavy, my entire body clenching as I tilt my head back, a loud and steady moan breaking from my lips as that coiling tension rips apart and starts to cascade all that well-wound energy throughout my entire being. My hips pulse hard against Jackson, as waves of sensation chase each other, arching through my core and echoing out through my limbs, hard and gripping at first and then fading to delicate tingles.

When I finally come back to myself, my breath gasping out in little squeaks, my heart pounding, I’m a little surprised to find Jackson’s arms wrapped loose around me, that he’s somehow found a way to sit up while still fully inside me and is holding me through it, even through the little tiny aftershocks.

I huff a little, catching my breath, tucking my head beneath his chin and leaning hard against him as my breath barely starts to come back.

Jackson murmurs sweet things to me, stroking his hand down my back again and again as my heartrate comes back to normal. I let myself relax, settling more fully against him, my eyes falling half shut. God, I need – I need a minute, to put the remnants of my soul back together…

Like seriously, fuck…that should…that should maybe be illegal…

Jackson is too powerful. Yes, the world is very lucky that I’ve taken him off the dating market – he would have too much control over womankind -

“Oh no, little mate,” Jackson murmurs, his hand flattening against my back.

I go a bit still and then lift my head to peer into his face. “What?”

Slowly he shakes his head, smirking at me, and slides that hand down my tingling back to grasp my very sensitive ass, giving it a light smack that makes me gasp, and then shift in surprise, and then gasp again when I realize – of course – that Jackson is still inside of me.

And that he’s still rock hard.

“Again, mate,” he orders, shifting his hips to press again into me, just a little bit. “I’m not nearly finished with you. Not until you do that at least once more.”