Masuk“What kind of questions are they going to ask you?” I ask Jaxon, watching him as he carves a crescent moon out of wood.We’re outside, taking in some fresh air. After all that pack elders’ verdict gibberish, I took Jaxon out to a quiet place so we can relax… and talk.Right now, I’m sitting in his lap on a weathered bench, under a huge oak tree, enjoying his impressive carving skills.“Questions about that night,” he murmurs, trying to sound unbothered, but I know he is.The birds chirp, a dead leaf falls on a patch of snow. I'm still in my dress, he’s in a tight black shirt that shows off his big muscles that flex whenever I shift.“The night of the attack,” I say, peering up at him, waiting for him to meet my gaze. He does.He exhales heavily and stops carving, putting the tools aside.“It’s going to haunt me forever.” He shakes his head, his handsome face etched with regret. I wanna kiss it, I wanna pepper kisses all over his face and make him feel better. But I know right now, wha
“Jaxon, I wanna go with you.” I insist, fisting the shirt he just threw on.My body’s still trembling from having him inside me minutes ago, my knees weak as I press my body to his. He’s going to meet the elders—the pack elders—and it looks like he’s going to face a panel of judges about to decide his fate.I can feel how unsettled he is, it unsettles me too. He can’t even look me in the eyes—he does this whenever he doesn’t want me to read his expression. But his hands still linger on my skin, brushing down my arms.“Belle, you should stay here. I need to face them alone,” he grates wearily.I give him a pout, fisting his shirt tighter. “I know, but I wanna be there... maybe in a corner. They don’t have to see me. Only you.”“Belle—”“I made you come here, didn't I?” I keep going, releasing his shirt to hold his clamped jaw, the muscles move against my palms. “Let me be with you every step of the way.”I watch his eyes go soft, then he exhales, like he’s lost to my stubbornness, like
Jaxon suddenly grunts loudly and goes all tight. Then he pulls out his massive meat, covered in my saliva. He's fisting it and beating it against his palm, pointing it at my mouth. I'm gasping for air, my mouth wide open.“Stick your tongue out for me, doll.” His voice comes out rough and hurried, his body tight and hunched.I moan as I stick my tongue out. Immediately, a big spurt of cum lands on my tongue. It's so thick it makes my tongue heavy. Another lands in the middle of my face, my mouth, my chin. In fact, when he's done, my entire face is covered in cum, dripping down my chin.And I smile. I fucking smile, my body humming from excitement, my aching cunt making slippery sounds as I rub my fat thighs together.Jaxon blows a hard breath into the air, his almost-soft cock still in his fist. He looks down at me, his jaw clamped. He looks so majestic right now, like a demigod.I'm still on my knees, cum drying on my face as I admire my dark-haired, beastly boyfriend. Then, he leans
“Mmm.” I make a sound from the back of my throat when the first salty flavor of his precum spreads on my tongue.Jaxon’s guttural groans reverberate in my stomach, causing my pussy to throb harder. He widens his stance, his hands holding the back of my head as I roll my tongue around the head of his cock.“Fuck.” He curses, thrusting one more inch into my mouth. I look up, and his eyes are hooded, his jaw set, his teeth clenched. He's trying hard not to jam all twelve inches of his insane length in my throat like he threatened—not that I would mind. But right now, I'm focused on giving him pleasure with my eager mouth, desperate for his addictive cum.My hands are on my inner thighs, sliding up to brush my swollen folds through my soiled panties. I moan around his cock, my cheeks hollow from sucking.“Come on, baby, take more. You can take more.” He breathes, his voice is hoarse and low. I can feel how hot he is, it's literally burning me—his heat. My stomach clenches in sync with my
“I can't stay here. I don't belong here.” I'm pacing around Jaxon's room, a hand pressed to my throbbing head, the other to my stomach. Snowie is curled up in the jackets on the chair, purring softly as she sleeps. She's had a hectic day. And so have I. I feel like throwing up, I feel sick. My skin is cold but my insides are hot. Jaxon's watching with a smirk, like what I'm saying isn't serious enough. His jacket is gone, his shirt too. He's in only his slacks and I'm trying so hard not to ogle his hot body, the way his muscles are tight, the way he's not even shivering from the cold… why isn't he ever cold? “Belle.” He calls in a sexy drawl. I stop pacing and look at him. He's leaning against his old, wooden drawer. The rest of his room is dark oak, the curtains and sheets dark and warm—just like him. “Come here.” He hooks a finger at me. “Jaxon, this is serious, I can't—” “Come. Here.” I breathe out and walk slowly to him, a subtle hum starting under my skin. I'm two steps
“We're here.” Jaxon announces unenthusiastically as he pulls up to a wide driveway.“Wow.” I whisper when I take a look at his home. There's snow on the trimmed garden fence, I remember it used to be taller. The house looks darker, older... like it aged into something more quaint. It's a large barn-style house, like something out of an old movie.“It's still the same.” He lets out a heavy exhale.“It's quiet.” I murmur.There's this eerie serenity, like no one lives around.“It's always been quiet since the night of the attack.” He still feels guilty, and right now, I can only imagine what's going through his mind.We get down, and I'm still looking around, holding Snowie close so she doesn't wander off.Her ears flick as she peers toward the house, unusually alert.Jaxon gets our bags and strides straight to the porch. Snowie twists in my arms, letting out a soft meow, and I murmur to calm her—it seems she doesn't like it here.I hurry behind him, nervous about the next seconds. Ther







