Alpha Jax
In one more thrust, he’s right there with me, squeezing my body tight to his as I feel the warmth of his release flood inside me.
Jax presses his lips to mine, kissing me through the last little tremors of my climax. Then he pulls back, gazing into my eyes, brushing my hair out of my face with his fingertips. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen such adoration in his gaze as he watches me catch my breath, still catching his own. His wolf is close to the surface, silver swirling in his irises, and I can feel my own peeking back at him.