I want you to fuck me

Aurora

The morning greeted me with unwelcome enthusiasm, showering sunlight onto my fucking face through the fucking window I hadn't fucking bothered to shut.

Yes, I was using the word 'fuck' a lot, even in my thoughts, but I was absolutely fucking livid. Not at the morning, but at my circumstances. The image of my bastard of a mate with my snake of a best friend on his bed, jumping up and down on his cock, kept flashing before my eyes, threatening tears that I refused to shed.

Ryan...

God! Don't even get me started on him. He'd always been a playboy. One pussy was never enough for him.

Fuck! Why did I even think he'd be loyal to me just because he was my mate? I was so stupid!

Of course, I'd been thrilled when I found out he was my mate. Why? Because I thought it would piss off Alpha Robert, knowing the orphan he always looked down on was now his son's mate and part of his family.

But amidst all of it, I fell for that asshole, Ryan. His cocky grins, sweet smiles, and small gestures made me feel special, made me love him, and helped me move past everything. But I should have known better.

Ryan made everyone feel special; there was nothing unique about his attention toward me.

God, what do I do now?

I'd never fucked anyone besides Ryan since I found out he was my mate on my eighteenth birthday. Yes, the same night I lost my virginity. That asshole didn't wait for a second, and I was too drunk to deny him. And to be painfully honest, the sex wasn't even that good. His fingers didn't even know how to find the clit; it took him a solid five minutes to figure out where to rub and where not to.

So, with this headache and heartache, how could I find someone to fuck and get Ryan out of my system when he was still haunting my thoughts?

Suddenly, the image of the man I'd seen walking into our house, after years of absence, rushed into my mind.

Jaxon Fucking Blackwood! He was back!

Oh my, that man was back and I wasn't fifteen anymore. I was twenty-five—old enough to fuck a man like him.

And he...

Probably...Still the most eligible bachelor! The best bet!

I shot up, forgetting about my headache and Ryan's face all at once, even ignoring the breakfast plate materialized on the nightstand beside me.

What could be a better intoxicating distraction than him? None!

I hopped out of bed, hustled to tidy up, splashed my face with water, and hopped into a quick shower. Afterward, I slipped into my white shorts and a basic red tank top. I dabbed on some moisturizer and spritzed on a little perfume.

Yeah, it might seem kinda crazy, but I was going for it—I was making a move on Jaxon. I remembered he had a spot around here, a house my dad had been looking after while he was away. I had a hunch he'd be posted up there during his stay.

I rushed down the stairs, mind racing with scenarios—showing up at his house, seducing him, and letting him fuck me. He wasn't naive—Jaxon Blackwood always had women throwing themselves at him. I'd often seen him driving home with different women and bringing them to parties. It wouldn't be much of a challenge to convince him to fuck me—besides, I was confident he wouldn't be able to say no if I stood naked before him. No, I wasn't too proud, just confident.

As I reached the door, the sound of shuffling in the kitchen caught my attention. I froze, peeking to see if it was Mom or Dad.

Then, my eyes caught sight of a tall man with broad shoulders, his back facing me as he prepared something. The familiar shake of a protein shake bottle told me everything. It didn't take even a fraction of a second to realize it was him.

Jaxon...

I walked into the kitchen slowly, leaning against the fridge, staring at him with my arms crossed over my chest. "What are you doing?"

He didn't even flinch. His eyes flicked to me for a quick glance before turning away again. "Making use of the protein your dad never bothered to have." The same coldness in his voice—I was familar with it.

"You stayed the night?"

"Only because Christopher insisted." He chuckled, not looking at me as he raised the bottle to his mouth and took a sip. His eyes were focused outside the window, perhaps captivated by something in our garden. All I saw were freshly bloomed peonies and roses, which didn't interest me at all.

What did interest me was his side profile, which looked delicious. These ten years hadn't changed him a bit—he was still fresh and tantalizing. Enough to dampen my panties.

"Are you okay now?" he suddenly asked, taking me by surprise. Of course, he had to ask; he had seen my meltdown in the hall last night.

"Yeah, I guess."

He only nodded and a few minutes of silence passed between us.

"Good to have you back, actually," I whispered, "Took you ten years to pay a visit. Quite surprising for someone who spent a whole year here in this pack."

"Duty called, Aurora." My name rolled off his tongue like silk, sending a shiver down my spine and nearly weakening my knees. "My people needed me. I couldn't just run away from my responsibilities, leaving them to others. For a pack with their Luna long gone and their Alpha having a mental breakdown at another pack—It was falling apart, and I had to return to set things right before it was too late." He still didn't look at me, taking small sips of his shake, his gaze fixed outside the window. Meanwhile, my eyes lingered on his rigid muscles, tightly hugged by his sky-colored shirt. I couldn't help but wonder about the size of the dick hidden beneath his white slacks.

Would I be able to take it?

Ryan's had been...well, not too impressive, so I wasn't used to taking in anything impressive. For a man who looked as tempting as Jaxon, it was fair to assume he had something equally tempting below the belt.

"I thought you had everything under control when you came here to stay." Even though I was mentally undressing him, I was paying attention to his words.

"I had something pieced together, but not exactly the way it should have been.".

"So now, everything's okay?" I inquired cautiously.

"Yeah—that's why I'm here,"

"Why not anywhere else? Why this one boring, small, and crowded pack? Surely Dad can't be the reason because he annoys the hell out of everyone around him."

He emitted a small chuckle at my words, the deep throaty sound almost enough to make me climax. Then he spoke.

"Because," his eyes finally looked at me, "I found peace here when I needed it the most."

For some reason, my body went rigid, and I found myself holding my breath. His gaze—his beautiful silver gaze, brighter than moonlight—was enthralling. Suddenly, Jaxon seemed more interesting than just a sex object. He had a godly aura about him, something powerful and divine yet extremely sinful and tempting.

"So, spill the tea," I strolled up closer to him, chilling by his side. This time, his eyes were locked on me, while I acted all cool, gazing out the window like I was more interested in the roses and peonies than his business, "What changed in these ten years? Any upgrades to your scene? New hobbies? Switched up your whiskey and cig brands? Relationship status?"

I felt a smirk play on his lips, like he was clued in on exactly what I was angling for—his relationship status, the big finale. Even though I kept my gaze fixed elsewhere when that smirk popped up, I could practically feel the heat radiating off it. Classic Jaxon move: effortlessly handsome and oozing sex appeal.

"I'm not really into the dating scene, never have been," he casually strolled over to the kitchen island, snagging an apple from the basket. "So, the status quo remains unchanged."

"That just made it easier," I mumbled, and his eyes turned to me.

"What?" I almost laughed at the confusion on his face.

Without saying anything, I stepped closer to him. He didn't step back, only looking at me with curiosity as I closed the distance between us and grabbed his shirt's collar with both hands. His hand holding the bottle loosened its grip and let it rest on the counter as he opened his mouth to speak but then I yanked him closer so that he was at eye level, our lips inches apart as I craned my neck to meet his gaze.

"What I meant is that it's good that you're single, Jaxon," I whispered, my hands tightening on his collar and my throat going dry as I glanced at his tempting lips almost making me want to dart my tongue out and take a lick. "Because I want you to fuck me."