Chapter 3

Sienna's POV

The moment Jaxson’s mouth claimed mine, the remaining fragments of my sanity disintegrated into pure, unadulterated heat.

His kiss wasn't gentle or hesitant; it was a hungry, possessive demand that swept through my system like wildfire. The contrast between his cold, unyielding Alpha exterior and the fevered intensity of his lips pressed against mine stripped away every wall I had built over five agonizing years. I let out a soft, helpless whimper into his mouth, my fingers tangling in the thick, dark hair at the nape of his neck as I pulled him closer, completely surrendering to the electric pull humming between us.

Jaxson groaned low in his chest, a deep, resonant vibration that I felt all the way in my core. His large, warm hand cupped the back of my head, holding me firmly against him while his other arm slid down to wrap around my lower back. With a effortless lift, he hitched my thigh up around his hip, crushing my pelvis against the hard ridge of his arousal. A sharp, sweet ache bloomed between my legs, slicking my thighs and making my head spin.

"You're driving me mad, Sienna," he rasped against my lips, his breath hot and ragged as he pulled back just a fraction of an inch. His eyes burned a bright, dangerous gold in the shadows of the stone alcove, his pupils blown wide with primitive hunger. "I'm not letting you go back to that kitchen. Not tonight. Not ever."

"Jaxson..." I breathed, my hands trembling as they rested against the hard muscles of his chest. "Someone will see us... the elders, the guards—"

"Let them look," he growled softly, dropping his forehead against mine as his thumb traced the sensitive curve of my lower lip. "Let them try to take you from me."

Before I could process his words, Jaxson hooked his arm beneath my knees and lifted me off my feet entirely. I gasped, instinctually wrapping my arms around his broad neck and locking my legs around his waist as he backed out of the dark alcove. Instead of heading back down the corridor toward the loud, bustling grand hall, he carried me swiftly toward his private wing at the top of the packhouse—a secluded tower reserved exclusively for the Alpha line.

My heart hammered against my ribs, a wild mix of terror and intoxicating anticipation sweeping through me. Servants were strict forbidden from entering the Alpha’s personal quarters unless specifically ordered for cleaning. Walking in there in his arms, pressed against his body like a prized possession, felt like crossing a point of no return. Yet, as his scent of cedarwood, crushed cloves, and heavy ozone wrapped tightly around my senses, my wolf sang in absolute victory.

Our mate. Our Alpha, she cheered, drowning out the tiny, quiet voice of reason in the back of my mind warning me of the morning after.

Jaxson kicked open the heavy oak door to his suite and carried me inside, kicking it shut behind us with a loud, resounding thud that echoed off the high stone ceilings. The room was dark, lit only by the warm, flickering embers of a dying fire in the stone fireplace and the soft silver moonlight pouring through the grand arched windows overlooking the forest below.

He didn't stop to turn on the lamps. He carried me directly toward the massive, dark timber bed draped in heavy furs and black sheets.

When he lowered me onto the soft mattress, I felt tiny without his weight pressing against me. I looked up, my pulse fluttering in my throat, as Jaxson stripped off his dark waistcoat and tossed it onto a nearby chair with ruthless efficiency. His fingers made quick work of the silver buttons on his dark shirt, pulling the fabric open to reveal broad, sculpted chest muscles, deep battle scars, and the intricate black ancestral tattoos creeping up his ribs and shoulders.

He leaned down over the bed, planting his palms on either side of my shoulders, boxing me in completely.

"Look at me, Sienna," he commanded softly, his golden eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. "No more running to the shadows. No more bowing your head to women who aren't worthy to scrub your boots. Tonight, you belong to me."

"Jaxson, I'm just an Omega," I whispered, the harsh reality of pack hierarchy trying one last time to pull me back to earth. "The pack won't accept—"

"I don't give a damn about rank," Jaxson snapped gently, lowering his head to press his warm lips against the sensitive spot just beneath my ear. A sharp shiver ran down my spine, my hips twitching upward against the mattress. "My wolf chose you. I chose you. You are mine, Sienna. I will burn this entire pack to the ground before I let anyone separate us."

His possessive declaration hit me like a physical wave, melting away the last remnants of my resistance. I reached up and dragged my nails lightly down his bare back, pulling his warm chest down against mine.

Jaxson let out a guttural growl, his patience snapping completely.

His large hands made quick work of my server’s tunic, pulling the rough, plain fabric over my head and discarding it onto the floorboards. When his bare skin met mine, a blinding spark of raw, electric magic erupted between us. My skin felt white-hot, sensitive to the slightest touch of his calloused fingers. He peeled away the rest of my clothing until I lay completely exposed beneath his burning gaze in the moonlight.

Jaxson’s eyes swept down my body, trailing over the soft curve of my waist, my small hips, and the flush creeping across my thighs. His expression was reverent, almost pained with the sheer weight of his desire.

"You're beautiful," he muttered, his voice gravelly and raw. "Perfection."

He sheds his trousers, his towering, powerful frame coming over me once more. The full heat of his broad, heavy body covered mine, trapping me in a haven of his dominant scent. When his hand slid down my stomach and his fingers found the wet, hot center between my thighs, a sharp cry escaped my throat.

"Jaxson!" I gasped, arching my back as he rubbed gentle, circular strokes against my most sensitive spot.

"You're so wet for me, sweetheart," he murmured against my neck, his hot breath sending goosebumps flying across my skin. "So ready for your Alpha."

He didn't make me wait. Gathering my hips in his large, commanding hands, Jaxson aligned himself with my entrance. He paused for a fleeting second, his golden eyes searching my dark brown ones, silently asking for the final permission.

"Yes," I breathed, sliding my hands up to cup his sharp jawline. "Please, Jaxson."

With a slow, heavy thrust, Jaxson pushed himself deep inside me.

The stretch was intense, a glorious, overwhelming fullness that made my toes curl and my head toss back against the pillows. A soft sob of pure pleasure escaped my lips as the mate bond snapped into place around our shared intimacy, locking our souls together in an ancient, unbreakable knot.

Jaxson froze for a moment, letting out a ragged, tortured groan as he buried his face in my hair, his entire muscular frame shaking from the effort of holding back. "Fuck, Sienna... you feel so tight... so warm. You were made for me."

"Jaxson... move," I whimpered, my nails digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders, my body instinctually lifting to meet his pace.

He didn't hold back any longer. Jaxson began to move, establishing a slow, deep, and relentless rhythm that drove every lingering thought from my mind. Every heavy thrust of his hips sent shockwaves of white-hot pleasure shooting through my abdomen. His skin was slick with sweat, his ancestral tattoos glistening in the low firelight as he claimed every inch of my body with fierce, uncompromising authority.

The bedroom filled with the sounds of our tangled breathing, the low, possessive growls rumbling in Jaxson’s throat, and the soft, needy cries spilling from my lips. He flipped me over, pulling my hips up against his thighs, driving into me from behind with a raw, primal energy that left me breathless and sobbing his name into the dark furs.

"You're mine, Sienna," he growled low, leaning down to bite gently at the junction where my neck met my shoulder—marking his territory without breaking the skin, leaving a deep bruise of ownership that would last for days. "Say it. Tell me who you belong to."

"Yours," I sobbed out, my hands gripping the wooden headboard as another wave of intense building heat coiled deep in my stomach. "I'm yours, Jaxson! Always yours!"

"Good girl," he rasped, his pace quickening into a hard, punishing rhythm that pushed me right over the edge.

My climax hit me like an explosion of liquid fire. My internal muscles clamped tightly around his length, a high, shattered cry tearing from my throat as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over my brain. Seconds later, with a harsh, guttural roar that vibrated through the mattress, Jaxson drove deep inside one last time and poured his warmth into me, his powerful body shuddering violently as he fell over me.

For long minutes, the only sound in the room was our ragged, heavy panting.

Jaxson rolled onto his side, instantly pulling my limp, exhausted body tightly against his chest. He pulled the heavy fur blanket over us, wrapping his long legs around mine and resting his arm firmly over my waist, anchoring me to his side as if terrified I would vanish into thin air if he loosened his grip.

"Stay," he whispered into my messy hair, his warm lips pressing soft, gentle kisses against my forehead, my temple, and my neck. "Sleep, my sweet Sienna. Tomorrow, everything changes."

Safe in his arms, drowning in his scent, I let my eyelids flutter closed, believing every word he said, completely unaware of the cold, brutal heartbreak waiting for me when the sun came up.