Novel & Cerita Jax X Reader Ao3

Jaxon Archer stood there, his lips pulled back into a menacing grin as his oily gaze slid over my body. I saw him reach for me, apparently ignoring the obviously pissed-off dragon at the foot of my bed and the deadly warrior staring daggers at him. I curled in on myself further, gasping as another wave of pain ripped through my body. Bane snapped at his hand, causing Jaxon to pull back and glare at the dragon, who roared at him. "Don't touch me." I managed to stammer out as I tried to catch my breath through the pain. I couldn't help it as I started to tremble with a mixture of the pain currently wracking my body and all the horrible memories of those hands on me. That, however, apparently w

While we eat, Jace, Alex, and Jackson open more, and I get to see more of their personalities. Jace takes his role very seriously. He seems to be just a serious person in general. However, he has a dry and almost robotic humor, which had me cracking up a few times. Jackson is very animated, has a boisterous personality, and loves cracking jokes. Alex is laid back and down-to-Earth. He has an adorable and kind personality.

We say our goodbyes and I toss my phone onto the couch next to me, looking around the room. It's quiet when Santos has the kids. Almost too quiet. And there's nothing to do. I've deep cleaned the entire apartment from top to bottom. I've done four loads of laundry and put it all away. I even threw dinner in the crockpot already, so my regular chores are done. I tap my fingers on my leg and the Kindle shoved between couch cushions catches my eye. Ooh. I could read for a bit. What is the name of that author I like? The one who writes about all those bearded brothers? Penelope Reads? Penny Reads? Penny Reid! That's it!

“I did not think the update would make you happy. Did something happen between you and Daisy?” Jaxon smirked, then chuckled quietly. “I caught her reading.” “And? You already know she reads. Too much, actually,” Harry said. Jaxon shook his head. “Yes, but you never told me she reads those kinds of books. I caught her reading Fifty Shades of Grey this afternoon.” Rohan laughed in disbelief. “No way!” “I told her I would be willing to try out a few scenes with her, and she told me she is switching to science fiction now.”

I bit out. Jaxon pulled one of his hands out from beneath me. His fingertip brushed my entrance and at the next tug of his lips, he pressed inside. I clenched in discomfort then pleasure. Never taking his eyes off me. Suddenly the knot unraveled, my eyes growing wide, my belly hollowing as pleasure radiated through me. I cried out, my fingers scraping over Jaxon’s head as I ground myself against his mouth, seeking more of his tongue and the finger teasing my sensitive inner walls. I half sobbed, half choked, squirming under Jaxon from the force of the sensation. I’d touched myself often out of curiosity, but the result had never been more than mildly satisfying. This was mind-blowingly ama

“It’s the king of cocky assholes! The prince of heartbreak! The— the— the human version of gonorrhea!” Layla choked. “AURORA—” Jaxon’s jaw flexed, his eyes darkening. “You’re drunk.” “Noooo,” I hiccuped. “I’m ALLERGIC. To your face.” Layla was sweating. “Aurora, baby— stop— please— let's just get inside you bitch!” Jaxon stepped closer, voice low and dangerously calm. “Aurora. Give Layla a break. You can barely stand.”

Aurora The air shifted. Not subtly. It turned sharp. Metallic. Volatile — like something seconds away from detonating. Jaxon groaned and rolled onto his side, slow and unsteady. Blood pooled at the corner of his mouth before slipping down his chin. He wiped it away with the back of his hand, smearing red across his knuckles. When his eyes lifted— They weren’t submissive. They weren’t defensive. They were raw. Stripped. Exposed in a way I had never seen before.

He shook that away and asked out of spite, “Is he washing your panties again too?” She froze. He leaned his head to the side. “Is he?” She stepped closer. “How do you know that?” “You’re not going to like this but since I already look crazy, I’ll tell you.” Jax flipped his blonde hair over his shoulder. “I read your diary. It talked all about how you met Xavier. That’s how I knew his name and that you both met at that museum in DC. And then, of course, I reached the entries about your stay here. What I don’t get is what Xavier did to you? What did he do to make you never trust any man again? And why won’t he leave you alone? Why won’t you give me a chance?”

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“That is called jealousy, sister. But you did good, regardless. I smirked faintly. “Crumbled men are dangerous. They don’t die quietly. They rebuild, and when they do, they come for blood. That’s what I admire about Alphas, they’re predictable in their fury. And she is an Alpha born. She is angry, grieving as well, but she is going to rise stronger. Only, I am going to be sure that she chooses a different side this time, mine.” She looked away, frustrated. “You’re playing too close to the edge. If Xavier finds out…” “If?” I interrupted, raising a brow. “He will find out. Eventually. That’s the point. That is how I am going to break him.” I stood and walked toward the window, the night stretc