Dark Lies (Magic Side: Wolf Bound 3)

“Shut up and fuck me now.” Tearing his suit jacket off, I ripped the buttons of his shirt open, dragging my hands down his rock-hard abs. He gripped my thighs, shoving my silk dress up as his hardness pressed into my center. I ground my hips against his, desperate for friction.

I needed him inside me.

Unfastening his belt, I undid his pants and slipped my hand within. He groaned and tore his lips from mine, his eyes glazed with desire. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I said, gripping his generous length. I needed him inside me now. His body tensed, and a deep rumble escaped his throat.

"And is this what you want?” I whispered.

“Yes,” he growled from the painful edge of need.

Tilting my head down to his neck, I brushed my lips against his ear. “This doesn’t mean I’m yours, and it doesn’t mean you’ve claimed me or own me. This is no strings attached.”

In a flash, he flipped me onto my back, his hand slipping between my legs as the rigid angles of his body pinned me. His gaze was locked on mine as he slid his fingers up my thigh, dragging them over my drenched panties. “We’ll see how you feel afterward.”

Cocky bastard.

And yet, I bucked against his touch, needing more resistance, but he held me down.

“You can’t control me, Jaxson. I’m nobody’s property,” I snarled in protest. “Will you be able to let me go, or will you be like Alejandro, and this won’t be enough?”

A grin ghosted his lips as he pushed the lace aside and stroked my center. “I’ve warned you before, Savannah: my wolf is possessive.”

His fingers found a rhythm, and I gasped at his touch, my back arching against the couch, desperate for a relief that didn’t come. Anger mixed with the lust in my veins. He was toying with me. Teasing.

“Damn it, Jaxson,” I hissed. He always had to be in the driver’s seat. I tried to push him back, but he resisted. “Don’t you dare hide behind your wolf,” I said. “Who’s in control, the man or the beast?”

Leaning down, he slipped two fingers around the edge of my panties and dipped them deep inside me, sending tremors of need through my body. He brushed his lips against mine as he worked my center and whispered words that sent a deep ache pulsing through my core: “Why don’t you tell me, Savannah? Who do you want in control? The man…or the beast?”

His gravelly voice grazed my skin, further igniting my desire and anger.

“Me,” I moaned, as I bucked my hips and rolled him onto his back so that I was straddling him. Then I slipped my hand between us, finally freeing his length.

He growled with unrestrained arousal and sat up, gripping my hair and kissing along my exposed neck. “One day soon, you will submit to me.”

The pain of overwhelming desire throbbed within as I pushed up on my knees and pulled my soaked panties aside.

“I. Will. Never. Ever—” I said huskily, slowly sinking onto him before his size cut my breath short. I gasped as he stretched me in ways I’d never been before. “Oh. My. God.”

“Fuuuck,” he growled, every muscle in his body going rigid. “You feel so fucking good.”

And then our bodies were moving. Still holding my hair, he licked my throat where Alejandro’s puncture wound had healed while he thrust up into me over and over. Dominating, claiming, destroying me. I groaned, the combination of pain and pleasure sending fireworks through my nerves.

His grip released, both hands moving to my rocking hips, positioning me in a way that sent agonizing pleasure searing through my center. Sweat dripped down our bodies as the heat that was between us grew. Claiming his mouth with mine, I devoured him with everything I had.

Suddenly, he pushed me back and onto my knees so I was over the back of the couch. He pushed into me, deeper than before. I moaned with delight and pressed my ass rhythmically back against his hips, savoring the feeling of his control.

Pleasure and fire pooled in my center, building and mounting, until agony and delight exploded, moving through every nerve ending in my feverish body. My head tilted back, and a moan tore from my throat as wave after wave of ecstasy demolished me. Jaxson tensed and groaned, his desire pulsing as aftershocks rippled down my spine. I pressed back into him, chasing the last bits of my ecstasy.

Holy God.

Chest heaving, I collapsed onto the couch. He scooped me up and brought me to his chest as he lay back down. Our bodies were sweaty and bruised, our anger spent in a blaze of violence and delight.

“You’re right,” he said at last as my head rose and fell on his chest.

“Of course I am,” I mumbled, still too exhausted and out of breath to think. “But in what way?”

“I’m like Alejandro. Now that I’ve tasted you, it’ll never be enough. You’re my mate, and I can’t resist.”

The truth of his words vibrated through me. Possessiveness. Desire. Need. Against my wishes, his words and signature sent a new tremor of pleasure through me, but I fought it down, trying to seize control. Determined not to betray myself.

I pushed up off him and met his eyes. “You can’t play this game with me, Jaxson. You made it very clear in Forks that you didn’t want me as your mate. And that’s fine, but you can’t have it both ways.”

A dull ache had blossomed in my chest, growing and spreading. I hadn’t realized how deep his rejection on the beach had cut me. Even though I’d been horrified at the idea of a mate bond, even though I hadn’t wanted it myself…it was contradictory and irrational, but it still hurt.

The room suddenly felt constricting, too small for the both of us. I tried to get up, but he caught my wrist. “Things have changed.”

He looked up at me with eyes that bored into my soul, that called me to him as surely as our bond pulled us together.

I lifted my chin in defiance, fighting the new surge of desire that threatened to bring me to my knees. “What’s changed? I’m the same as I was then.”

He sat up and traced the tattoo on my shoulder. “I thought you’d become a wolf against your will. But now that I know—”

Pulling free of his grasp, I adjusted my dress and walked to the other side of the room, turning my back to him. “What? Now you know I was born a wolf? And what difference does that make? I’m still the same person. So either you want me as your mate, or not.”