Amorous Jax Novels & Stories

Amira rolled her eyes. "I can't consider it a date. He's a Werewolf and I'm a Hunter." She argued when Miss J poked her nose suddenly. "He's a man and you're a woman." She corrected her before walking back into the restricted section once more. Amira let out another sigh, glancing down to her sketchbook and placed it back on the desk. She turned back to the page she was drawing of his Wolf and rested her head on her arms. "Jax is gonna kill me..."

Jax at my back, his hard cock pressing against my ass through his pants, Amber in front, her hips swaying against mine. Her breath was hot on my neck as she whispered, 'You feel that? He's already hard for you.' I gasped, my pussy clenching at the words, heat flooding between my legs. Jax's hands slid up my sides, cupping my tits through the dress, thumbs circling my nipples until they pebbled. 'Fuck, you're stacked,' he growled in my ear. Amber turned, pressing her mouth to mine in a kiss that tasted like lime and sin...tongues tangling, her moan vibrating against my lips.

Jax groaned deeply and followed me over the edge, burying himself to the hilt and flooding me with thick, hot ropes of cum — pulse after powerful spurt, filling me until it overflowed and leaked down my thighs. He stayed buried deep, holding me tight, kissing me slowly as we came down. “I love you,” he whispered against my lips, tongue brushing mine gently. “No matter how angry he is. No matter how complicated this gets. I’m never letting you go.” “I love you too,” I breathed, still fluttering around his cock. “We’ll figure it out. Together.” He kissed me again — deep, slow, full of promise. The storm with Ryan wasn’t over. But in Jax’s arms, with his cum leaking out of me and his heart beat

"She’s head over heels in love with you to actually leave. What is it they call it? Trauma bonding?" "She's a loyal puppy, mine in fact," Jax agreed, reaching for the joint Silver had rolled. "She wants a baby with me, by all means, and I don’t give a fuck about that. I’m ready to give her as many babies as she want. Because no matter what I do, she’ll always take me back for their sake. After all, I’m Jax Romano.” I watched them from my perch on the arm of the sofa, fascinated by this version of Jax. The real version, without the polish and performance.

“Isn’t this our lovely Amara?” Amara frowned, pulling her arm away as he reached out to touch her. She was in no mood for his usual flirtations—especially not after what had just happened with Damon. “What do you want, Austin?” she grumbled, trying to keep her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. Austin inhaled deeply, his eyes darkening as his wolf stirred within him. “Damn, Amara, you have an intoxicating scent,” he grunted, his voice thick with desire. Amara took a step back, her frown deepening.

Because the sagwa, the size of the body and the mamacho. "Eh, why you?" “It’s okay on my part. Jackylyn is my fiancée, aside from that, we were the first here. As a matter of fact, Odessa, I rented the entire amusement park for the woman I love because she likes it. ” He bit his lip so hard. It is not obvious that Frahisto hit him face to face today. Everyone is silent. No one appealed. No one entered. The only ones just buzzing around, are the rides. Light and darkness have taken over. It was as if his heart was grieving the pain in those moments and wanted to run it away. To him Frahisto at first, eh! To him it is! They didn't even jugjug in bed, but it was still his.

Jaxson growled low against his lips. He climbed onto the mattress, his heavy mass shifting the bed as he pinned Liam beneath him. The contrast between them was a volatile equation—Jaxson’s solid iron weight and rough, sweat-dampened skin against Liam’s precise, lean angles. Jaxson captured his mouth again, the kiss deepening into something slow, deep, and devastatingly permanent. It wasn't an attack anymore; it was an anchor. Every press of Jaxson's lips, every stroke of his calloused hands along Liam's hips, was a claim that no corporate board or leaked video could ever erase.

When the guy got too handsy, Jax appeared out of nowhere, clamping a hand on his shoulder. "Back off," Jax growled, low and dangerous. The guy scampered. I turned, my hands on hips, smirking. "Jealous, Jax? Didn't know you cared." He stepped closer, towering over me, his scent, woodsmoke and leather, wrapping around me. "You know I do, Aria. But you're playing with fire." I tilted my chin up, our lips inches apart. "Maybe I like the burn." His eyes darkened, his hand brushing my waist with just a feather light touch, but it sent sparks straight between my legs.

Yami smiled seeing her smile. "We are" Tara smiled looking at her husband who was busy talking to some other associates along with Abhimanyu. "Both of you too" Tara said making Yami choke on her ice cream. "We are j...just boss and employee" Yami stuttered. "Haha, whatever makes you sail your boat" Tara replied sarcastically enjoying her ice cream. And Yami just stood there awkwardly contemplating Tara's statement. She is definitely in love. But he? Definitely not. "Tara! Where is your Jojo?" Yami saw a man come and hold Tara's shoulder.

“No matter what.” In the cheap motel room, their passion ignited again. They made love slowly at first, savoring every touch. Jax took his time exploring her body with his hands and mouth, bringing her to the edge repeatedly until she was begging for release. When he finally slid inside her, it was deep and intense, their bodies moving together in perfect rhythm. They came together, whispering “I love you” like a vow. But their peace was fragile. As they continued driving in a different, less conspicuous car that Jax had stashed earlier, his burner phone buzzed with a message from Reaper: