Apple Jack Fanart Novels & Stories

My sweatshirt and water bottle slip from my hands, falling to the floor. “Fuck, Quinn,” Jax growls, reaching out to cup my cheek with his other hand, running the pad of his thumb along my bottom lip. “I want you so fucking bad that it’s driving me insane.” My knees go a little weak at his admission, but by some miracle I’m able to keep my wits about me. “Then stop caring so much about what Theo would think,” I challenge, eyes fixed on his. “What kind of alpha doesn’t take what he wants?”