Alpha Hole

Ch. 42

"She is right, you know." Jaxson's voice was low, as he leaned against the corner of the bed.

"Hmmm?" The questioning sound rose from me, as I studied him. The way he stalked toward me. A sudden awareness tingled through me.

"You are going to go into heat soon." He moved onto the bed, beside me, propped up on his side, his eyes never leaving mine. "I am already starting to pick up on the beginnings of it."

I swallowed hard at his admission, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about," he continued, his voice soothing yet laced with a dangerous edge. "It isn't a bad scent—quite the opposite, actually."

His gaze fell to the neckline of my new silk nightgown, and I felt my pulse quicken. The way his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn't look away. "In fact, it making it very HARD to keep my hands to myself."

An audible sigh escaped me, and I felt a restless energy pounding in the back of my mind. It took a moment to realize my wolf was the cause, her presence more insistent than ever. My eyes trailed over his muscles as they flexed, watching as he tugged his shirt off and tossed it to the ground.

Hunger surged forth, powerful and overwhelming, sweeping me away in its tide. I moved forward, meeting his lips suddenly, desperately needing a taste for myself. Our mouths collided, a fierce battle of wills, driven by a hunger that was consuming us both.

Jaxson's arms wrapped around me, his grip strong yet tender as he rolled on top of me. One hand snaked its way up my side, the heat of his touch searing through the thin fabric of my nightgown. His other hand tangled in my hair, pulling me closer.

His mouth was a storm against mine, each kiss deeper and more urgent than the last. The taste of him was intoxicating, a heady mix of desire and something uniquely him. I arched against him, my body responding to his in ways I couldn't control.

The world outside the bedroom disappeared, leaving just the two of us entwined in this moment. Every touch, every breath, was electric. The feel of his skin against mine, the weight of him pressing me into the mattress, was a sensation I wanted to drown in.

I broke the kiss, gasping for air, my chest heaving. Jaxson's eyes were dark with desire, his breath hot against my skin. "Layla," he whispered, his voice rough and filled with need.

"Yes," I breathed, my hands trailing down his back, feeling the ripple of his muscles beneath my fingers.

His lips found my neck, kissing a path down to my collarbone, each touch sending sparks through my veins. My hands explored the expanse of his back, memorizing every curve and line. I was lost in him, in the way he made me feel—alive, desired, and fiercely protected.

"Jaxson," I moaned, my voice barely a whisper as his kisses grew more urgent.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto mine. "I want you, so damn bad," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I need you."

The words sent a thrill through me, my wolf howling in agreement. I pulled him back to me, our mouths finding each other once more.

The kisses had become frenzied, my own breaths coming in sharp pants matching his.

I felt my wolf surging forward—a need so raw, so primal that I didn't know how to control it. Everything snapped into blazing clarity.

"You're mine." I said, although my voice sounded strangely familiar, it was not my own—not truly.

"There's my she-wolf." He said, and a thrill trailed down my spine as I flipped him off me and climbed onto his lap.

He let out a groan as I seated myself on him, grinding my center against him.

"Goddess—Layla." He growled.

My mouth tasted his flesh, and new hunger surged from my wolf. One that wouldn't let me leave this room without claiming our mate.

My teeth felt too big for my mouth now, and I couldn't fight the need that was bearing down on me with an unimaginable force.

I dragged my teeth up the front of his chest, leaving two long scrapes up his front.

A tremor shook his body as my teeth rested over their mark.

My gaze met his, and need spread through my core as I saw the look in his eyes. It was begging me to claim him.