Claimed by the Ice Captain
I had whispered, the words hanging between us, a challenge and an offering all at once.
Jax didn't pull away. His fingers lingered for a moment, tracing the line of my jaw. His eyes, dark and intense, held a new light. It wasn't just hunger or anger anymore. It was intrigue. A dangerous, captivating curiosity.
"Is that what this is?" he murmured, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "You, learning from me? Or is it something else?"
"It's whatever you want it to be, Captain," I replied, my voice steady. I was pushing back, not with defiance, but with compliance. I was handing him the reins, but I was letting him know I understood exactly what kind of horse I was.
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