Sugar Coated

55

Delaney Linwood

Jax had taken me to the Sugar Coated bathroom and snuck us in with a preternatural sense or just the ease that came with familiarity in his space. I could see the blushy rose bruise he'd left on my neck. I let him put that collar on me in the end.

He'd done it gently. I was the only one who felt the wicked flair of it when the fabric drew across that sensitive spot on my neck, covering it for long enough that my heart dropped until finally the clasp pulled tight and the left wing of the necklace rose with it, baring his mark to anyone who happened to look for it.

Jackson Sinclair had claimed me.

"You're ours, Delaney Linwood. When you give me the word I'll put a permanent mark on that neck of yours and make you mine and you'll come on my knot over and over again that you'll beg for a break of me."

I swallowed in the mirror at the way his eyes devoured me, "...unlikely."

I watched the way his fingers threaded through the hair at the back of my neck and pulled, making me look him in the eyes instead of the reflection of us, "I'll make sure you don't forget whose knot you were made for and I'll stop lying awake at night thinking about how I let your first be a toy."

"Andres did a very good job," And I wasn't lying when I said it. He'd taken me in a way no one had ever been willing and I'd let him do it again and again might even beg him to so I could ride him in a lazy grind while the toy did most of the work for the both of us.

"Contrary to the way he acts, Andres is a very good boy. And Em is good when it suits him as well as bad when it suits him."

"What about me?"

I'd expected him to tell me I was a good girl. He'd made the comment multiple times already usually when I had someone's cock buried to the hilt in my pussy, but he didn't, "What do you want to be, Doll? Not what anyone else has told you, you should be, or what you think we want you to be. What do you want to be here in this pack?" The hand in my hair loosened until he was combing through my curls, fingers deft enough that he didn't even tug when he got to a tangle. "You can be our good little girl. You can be a brat just like Em. You can be anything in between."

"For now...I'll just be Doll."

Jax's smile was radiant, "You've always been my Doll since you walked into my shop and traced your fingers over the barstool and I swore I felt them on my cock."

"And you'll always be my alpha," I was tempting him. I knew I was, but something was itching under my skin and boiling me from the inside out. Sweat had been beading at my temples and down the line of my spine with him this close to me and putting off his alpha scent like a glade plug-in.

He groaned and pulled my hand up until he could run his nose along the thin skin at my wrist, just over my pulse point, "He's already horrendously jealous and I'll probably rut you if you keep making comments like that, Omega." When he opened his eyes they found mine in the mirror instantly and I'd have told you his glowed. The comment seemed to sober some part of him for a moment like it struck a nerve but then whatever desires were simmering beneath the surface brushed the ache off. Jax went still at my back and caused every hair on my body to stand on end and my nipples to tighten painfully. His attention didn't even hint at spotting the tight peaks of them through the cotton shirt I wore despite how obvious they were.

"Go upstairs, Doll," His voice was quiet and there was something in me that knew if I moved too quickly he'd have me bent over the sink in front of him. He'd finish what I'd started.

"Come with me."

His fingers dug into my hip and it pulled me close enough to him that I could feel the hard bar of his cock against my ass. "Be good, and let me be noble. Go ride Em's cock and tease him until his heat comes so that you'll finally be ours."