Seducing Alpha Jaxon のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

AuroraThe room crackled—thick air, embers of rage licking at every wall. I could feel it—the power radiating off of Robert and Jaxon. And I could also feel Ryan's sickening fear.Robert and Ryan were undone by him. You could read it in Robert's face: the fight to look composed. In Ryan's? Nothing but raw fear. He couldn't even meet my eyes—too terrified to look away from Jaxon and the storm about to break between him and his father.Jaxon's gaze pinned them both. Like a judge and their sentence.They weren't going to get away with this so easily."Are you threatening us—that you'd kill us?" Robert sputtered, voice brittle with disbelief. "You really have the nerve to—""No," Jaxon cut in, voice calm and cold as ice, "you have the nerve to call Aurora here and insult her because your useless son screwed up." His words spread through the room like wildfire. Goosebumps rose on my arms.He was defending me. Why? I didn't know. I didn't ask. I didn't have to.I just knew....it felt warmi

AuroraI hadn't been able to breathe properly since that man dropped me home.A part of me felt triumphant—because for once, I'd managed to hold my ground against him, even if it was barely a victory. But another part of me regretted it—because his scent still lingered in my lungs, thick and intoxicating, like smoke I couldn't cough out. No matter what.I'd splashed my face with cold water, drowned myself in perfume, opened every window.None of it helped.He was still in my bloodstream—running through me. In every inch of me,And damn him... my heart still pounded like it was trying to break out of my chest.Those lips—sinfully perfect. That face—cut with cruel precision, all sharp lines and temptation.And his hand... God, his hand on my throat. I could still feel the imprint of his fingers, the ghost of his grip, burning just beneath my skin.Jaxon Blackwood was my favorite sin.But the worst part? He wasn't letting me commit it. He wouldn't let me touch him.The heat building insi

AuroraThe moment Jaxon's lips met mine, my world collapsed into a single, searing point — his mouth on mine. Everything else ceased to exist. For a fleeting second, I couldn't even believe there'd be a world after this — after him.I didn't know how to explain it. It wasn't just a kiss. It was something otherworldly — Jaxon's lips on mine felt like the undoing of everything I knew.For the first few seconds, I couldn't respond — ironic, considering how long I'd been dying for this exact moment.But the instant his tongue slipped past my lips, reality came crashing back. My fingers tangled in his hair as I kissed him back, matching him stroke for stroke, breath for breath, hunger for hunger.Heat surged through me, wild and uncontrollable. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer until our bodies ground together, sparks igniting everywhere our skin met.A low growl rumbled in his chest, the vibration rippling through me. It was the kind of sound that made your bones ache — deep, p

AuroraI was shaken—throughout the night and into the morning after.I couldn't believe... he actually did that to me. I could still feel his long thick fingers inside me, the way they moved, bringing me to my release. Making me moan and beg whilst he rocked my body to his pleasure.The heat of his skin lingered on mine, the minty scent of his breath still fresh in my memory, and his burning gaze traced every inch of me.I'd never felt something like this and it terrifying. Because I didn't feel anything such....Not even with Ryan.And that made zero sense. Ryan was my mate. Jaxon wasn't even related to me. So how could his touch burn through me like fire? How could one brush of his fingers leave me trembling, desperate, undone?A shudder rippled through me as the dark gleam of his eyes flashed in my memory.God... his lips. I could still feel them. Still taste them. It was as if I'd been starving for years, and that single kiss had ruined me—left me craving something I'd never be abl

AuroraIt was late—too late to still be awake. Yet sleep refused to come as if I was its personal enemy out of all the creatures in the world.No matter how many times I told myself I didn't give a damn who Jaxon Blackwood fucked, something inside me itched—an unbearable, crawling ache under my skin that kept dragging my thoughts back to him. Only him and....him again.A groan escaped my lips as I tossed again.Jane. God, she was beautiful—soft curves, golden hair that shimmered even under shitty lighting, and that sweet, sinful innocence that screamed fuck me. She was his type. I knew it. And maybe that's what stung the most—because I wasn't.He never looked at me that way. Not once.And worse? I couldn't stop thinking about him. No matter how much I tried, I couldn't shake the feel of his lips ghosting mine, his fiery hands gripping my skin, his voice—deep and wicked—burning through my thoughts. It was torture. A punishment sent straight from Hell with hell's personal messenger.May