Fanart Jax Novels & Stories

“Then take it. Fuck me hard. I don’t care who hears.” Jax pounded into me relentlessly. The wet slapping sounds of his hips hitting my ass mixed with my loud moans. He leaned down and sucked on my neck, biting hard enough to leave marks while his cock destroyed my insides. “You’re such a nasty little fan,” he growled against my skin. “Letting me fuck your ass and now your pussy backstage while thousands of people are screaming my name.” “Yes… I’m your slut tonight,” I moaned, nails digging into his tattooed back. “Use me however you want.”

It didn’t reach her eyes. “Well.” Noah looked horrified. “No.” Mira folded her arms. “You sound disappointed.” “You manipulate people for fun.” “You panic for fun.” “I do not panic for fun!” “You’re panicking now.” “I’m reacting normally!” Mira looked at Lena. “He exhausts me already.” Noah looked deeply offended. “I’m standing right here.” Jax suddenly barked out a laugh. Everyone turned toward him. His pairing glowed above him. JAX HOLLOW — TESS LORNE

His eyes were blue, giving him an icy, remorseless look. “Now that we are all here” he began, “Can Felix Taylor tell us why he has interrupted our day for this so called meeting. The last time I checked, there hasn’t been any hunter attacks, has there?” “Sit down, dick face” Vanessa yelled at him from where she sat. Jacob turned his attention to her, and he gave her a smile that didn’t even come close to his eyes, but he said nothing. Felix Taylor chose to stand that moment, and the eyes of everyone in the hall was immediately on him, waiting for him to speak, and Jacob took his seat.

He knew he looked terrible. He descended one floor and knocked at Jax's door. "Come in," said an omega cleaning the threshold. "Jax?" Fin called softly. The door opened. The omega slipped out silently, closing the door behind her. Jax sat on the couch, glass of scotch in hand, staring into the fire like it might have the answers he was missing. He had dark circles under his eyes and slight stubble lined his jaw. He looked like a man who'd seen too much—and remembered too little.

JAX "Stay low, stay quiet, and for the love of the moon, let me do the talking." I adjusted the leather collar of my vest as Raven and I stood on the edge of a gravel parking lot. We were twenty miles out of town at a place called The Rusty Fang. It was a neutral bar—a hole-in-the-wall where rogues, loners, and the occasional scout from a rival pack came to drink and trade rumors. "I can handle myself, Jax," Raven whispered, her eyes scanning the flickering neon sign.

“Make it quick... I'm dying.” “Oh, but that's the point, old pal,” Jax's voice dropped just below a whisper. “That's what makes it all the more... fulfilling. With you weak and writhing, I'm allowed to enjoy your misery. To take my sweet time, witnessing your torture. A dream I've had for years. You have no idea how much this very moment means to me.” His cracked his neck muscles by moving his head sideways, and I had that nagging inhibition that he was about to leap at Ferrara, and finish him off. I can't let that happen!

A FEW HOURS EARLIER. Jayla whistled as she gets in her home with her bag, she opened the door and locked it to see no one his here, she then remembered that Darby went to college so it means that he went to his own campus Appartement, her mother was working at the hospital and her father was going to be home in a few hours later. "Let's watch an anime then!" She squealed and then get herself ready to have her best nightlife. "Bruh Ayame is my dude." She said, grinning happily as she saw her favourite character in her anime.

Raine retorted. "What?" Candy the skanky stripper asked. "Shut up Candy." Jax barked. "But baby you know I'm your favorite." She whined. She rubbed her fake boobs against his arm. And one of her hands rubbed over his crotch. Raine watched and glared at him. The display was making her want to puke. "Have I ever said you were my favorite?" Jax demanded. "Well, no, not in so many words. But I felt it." Candy replied. "And baby you're so hard right now. I can make you feel so good."

His hands cupped her face, his fingers cradling her milky skin. "Oh goodness me." Juliette pulled away, her eyes searching for whoever talked. Jazz stood close to the outside of the arena, her hands on her hips. Juliette flushed, stepping away from Jaxon, who had a cocky grin on his face. Jazz didn't look sad, but angry. It was practically radiating off the girl. She wasn't wearing her usual weekend attire; like dresses and skirts. Instead, she wore leather pants way to tight for her, and a leather jacket showing a little too mjuch clevage.

I stared at Fennrick in silence. Seriously… how full of himself was he? However, I couldn’t deny my racing heartbeat. At this point I was convinced Fennrick had hit me with some kind of fae glamour spell. Because I was, unfortunately, just a little obsessed with him. I follow a ridiculous number of hot guy influencers, but none of them—and I mean none of them—looked like this fox fae. Fennrick’s physique walked that razor‑thin line between sensual and elegant. It was a feast for my eyes.