Moon Dancer - Hidden Wolf 1

Grayson 🌶️

I let Jagger take the jar from my hand, and as he pours its contents into the pool I strip my clothes off.

Jagger turns and his eyes unabashedly rake up and down my naked body, the hunger in his eyes making heat pool between my legs.

He takes three strides towards me that seem to eat up the space in an instant. Jagger towers over me, and I have to tilt my head up to look at his face.

Lightly, I take the jar from his hands, my small fingers slipping against him. I set it next to the other jars and turn back towards him.

Jagger's eyes darken as he stares down at me. I slowly lift up onto my toes and raise my hands to cover his chest, leaning in as close as I can get to his mouth. Jagger happily closes the last of the distance I couldn't reach, bringing our mouths together in a soft kiss.

I whimper as Jagger swipes his tongue across my bottom lip, and he uses that as his opening to plunge his tongue into my mouth.

And that's all that it takes for us to throw our hands around each other in pure hunger and ravage each other's mouths.

Jagger's strong arms wrap around me, one hand palming my ass and wastes no time tangling the other in my hair.

I grab at his hair, pulling him down, trying to get his face closer to me.

Jagger moans against my mouth, his tongue sliding against mine. I lean back just the tiniest bit, air rushing into my lungs, "Jag."

"I'm here." He says, his fingertips digging into where he held me. "I'm not going fucking anywhere Grayson girl." He dives into the crook of my neck, peppering kisses up and down, across my unmarred mating gland where he takes a few seconds to lick agonizingly slow.

A loud moan rattles out of my mouth, my fingernails digging into Jagger's shoulder blades. My fingers slip beneath the waistband of Jagger's sweats and yank them down.

His hard cock jumps at the freedom, the palm of my hand already wrapping around it.

Jagger's eyes roll to the back of his head. "Fuck, Grayson girl." I slide my hand slowly from knot to tip and over again. He shudders, his fingers pulling strands of my hair.

He kicks his sweatpants the rest of the way off, his hands dropping my hair and yanking his shirt over his head. I hum in approval as my eyes rake over his chiseled body. Jagger was perfectly toned, his thick roping muscles winding over his body.

With my free hand, I lightly brush my fingers over Jagger's chest, admiring his strength. Heat swirls in my core and I squeeze my legs together subconsciously.

Jagger's eyes darken as he looks down at me. He takes my hand and guides it away from his cock, instead leading me into the pool. Stepping into the warm water, I breathe in deeply.

Goddess.

Jagger really outdid himself with these salts.

He took notes from all of us, and together they were a tantalizing scent of safety.

My eyes start to water again as I submerge my body into the water, taking care to keep my shoulder dry. Jagger turns and smiles at me softly. "It's okay to be happy, little wolf."

The smile I return to him is a little wobbly. "This is..." I shake my head and let out a short laugh. "I can't believe you did this for me."

Jagger's eyebrows flicker inwards before relaxing again. "I would do anything for you."

I let that sink in for a second while I look into the depths of his fern green eyes. Through the link I could tell that he meant it- or at least thought that he meant it. "I know." I whisper, my thoughts returning to his confession on my 16th birthday. The link gives away my thoughts to Jagger, who feels all of my emotions like his own. I could still feel Ryker in my mind through our link, but he was a grounding and silent presence. Only a little comfort passed between us here and there, specifically when he sensed me getting worked up and making my power rise.