LOGINAuroraHis words froze me where I stood.Another enemy?He couldn't be....serious."Jaxon... why would your enemy be allowed to walk into your pack?" My voice came out steady, but every nerve in my body coiled tight, tension crawling up my spine, "And how many enemies do you even have?"Instead of answering, he leaned in—slow, deliberate. His fingers brushed my cheek, feather-soft, and the tenderness of it infuriated me because it worked. Calm poured into me in a warm wave I didn't want but couldn't reject.His touch would never not have an intoxicating effect on me."Come on, Jaxon," I whispered, catching his hand where it rested against my cheek. "Don't do that thing where you distract me. Just tell me.""I'm not avoiding the question, Poppet." His voice softened, his eyes too, but beneath the gentleness I felt the tension humming through him. I knew him well—better than he liked to admit, "It's... complicated. Daniel would rather put a blade through my throat than stand in the same
Aurora"So you have a hobby, Alpha?" I asked, my gaze fixed on the painting before me—though all it took was one drag of his lips along my neck to tear my attention away. His mouth moved like it owned every inch of my skin, and his hands followed, cupping my breasts, squeezing, pulling me flush against him.Oh fuck...He was really making me lose it."Yes, Poppet," he murmured, voice dipped in heat, thick and rough with hunger, "Does it surprise you?""Well, I thought I was your only hobby," I whispered back, my voice lowering as his hand slipped downward. I was barely clothed—just his shirt hanging loose around me, nothing underneath. We had fucked an hour ago—rough, merciless, dripping in heat and in Jaxon Blackwood's sinful, signature positions paired with his filthy words.I could still feel the ghost of him inside me. The length of him and the brush of it against my walls.And my body—god, my traitorous body—still wasn't done. It wanted him again. And again.Endlessly."Hobby?" H
Aurora"You have to be kidding me." I stared at the palace looking thing in front of me—because calling it a pack house felt like an insult. My jaw was about to hit the ground. I mean in literal meaning—It was just a little away from totally snapping out of my body and landing on the floor with a thud that'd leave the whole place shaken.I know, I know. I am being dramatic but fuck, you guys weren't seeing what I was seeing right now."This is your pack house?"No way in hell.Ours looked like shit. Still did. Sure, our members were rich enough to build their own houses, but the official pack house? Peanut-sized compared to the breathtaking monstrosity before me. Pure, pristine white walls. Sculpted architecture. Statues embedded into the structure. Ornaments and carvings like something out of a myth.It looked like a slice of heaven dropped on earth.Fuck.Jaxon actually had taste. I had to admit that."I'm not as stingy as Robert, Aurora," Jaxon chuckled, walking beside me. "And I l
Jaxon"Take care of her, okay?" Christopher leaned against my car, worry etched deep in his features before his gaze flicked to Aurora—currently losing a battle with her suitcase. Yes, A suitcase.God. This woman could knock a wolf on its ass, but dragging a suitcase? Impossible."I'll take care of her. Don't stress, buddy." I clapped his back and pushed off the car, moving toward Aurora, who hadn't even managed to drag the damn thing a full meter from the house.Cute.I bit back a grin. "Let me help, Poppet," I murmured, fingers curling around the handle."Wait—I can do—"She didn't finish. I lifted the suitcase like because it literally weighed nothing, carried it to the trunk, and tossed it in with the rest.Four suitcases. Four. My car looked like it was smuggling an entire boutique. Aurora's person closet to be carried all the way to my pack because she woundn't do anything without style."You do realize we're in the middle of a war, right?" I shut the trunk and let my gaze linge
Aurora"Oh my god—"The words tore out of me, raw and helpless, as he slammed me down onto my own damn stage, his tongue already burying itself deep inside my pussy, fucking me with a hunger that felt almost feral. Illegal, maddening. "Well, right now—I am your god, Poppet." His smirk brushed my skin as he lifted his mouth for a single second, only to dive back in, devouring me like he owned every trembling inch of me.Twenty minutes ago, when I felt him still hard inside me right after he'd already come, the last thing I expected was for him to snap like this—throwing me onto the stage where I'd spent years building, only for him to make it his personal altar. His mouth was on me, his filthy whispers curling into my ears, my shredded clothes tossed beside my head. My breathing came in broken pants, my legs spread wide, and his face was buried between my thighs like he'd die without the taste of me.I was a mess.A ruined, shaking, overstimulated mess.I'd already come twice — twice
AuroraThe shiver that ripped down my body refused to be shaken off, no matter how hard I tried. It owned me. He owned me. No matter what I pretended, Jaxon always held more power over me than I ever had over him. Blame my hormones, my heart, my fucked-up mind—everything in me curved back to him.But I knew...there was no way, this man was letting me go anytime soon."Never seen a performer so determined to make the customer lose control," he murmured, his voice dark with intent, "especially when there are no bouncers around to save them."His index finger rose, trailing a slow path between my breasts before sliding lower. Heat followed the line of his touch, burning into my skin even through the dress.He was danger—beautiful, addictive, fatal.Every instinct in me screamed run. Every other part of me screamed closer. And I? I didn't have any choice. Because my body woundn't listen and my mind woundn't calm down."What now?" he asked, voice low and edged, "You going to lose it, now







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