Jinx Lux Ao3 Novels & Stories

“I'm pleased to meet you, Alpha Felix.” Felix looked on in disbelief. He thought mates were extinct. He hadn’t heard of anybody finding their mate in almost twenty years. Mates were just myths now, especially in his pack. “Are you sure she’s his mate?” Felix asked. “Yes, Felix. Mitch told me himself. Plus Gustav is sure that she’s a gift for him from the Moon Goddess herself,” Jim explained.

And then Zara stepped out. Dressed in that stupid tunic that glimmered even at night. Her hair was pulled back in a tight braid, the ends gleaming silver. She looked relaxed, like this was all a game. The others filed in behind her—Arnou, Derek, Leena, Sylah. Arnou stood too close to her right. Bigger than the others. Darker, broader, son of Beta Magnus himself. His eyes glinted the way predators did when they smelled weakness. “Well, well. You do have a spine. No Rowan this time?” she asked mischievously. My jaw clenched, but I didn’t rise to it. Not yet.

She stumbles, but Orlando catches her, guiding her back toward the bed. I stand up, my own need a fierce ache. I address the ten new arrivals. “These women are ours tonight. Aida. Lorna. Fe. I want you to fuck them. Rough. Hard. Make them scream for their pack. Make them scream for their Beta. You understand?” A unified, guttural growl fills the room. “Yes, Beta!” It’s like unleashing a storm. The guards surge forward, shedding clothes. Aida is pulled to the edge of the bed by Jax and Cole. Jax lifts her legs, plunging into her pussy in one savage thrust. “Still fiery, girl?” he snarls.

AZALEA POV Our new friend whose name is Grey takes my nipple in his hands and squeezes hard, the pleasure bringing me closer and closer to my release. “Common Grey, don’t be gently fuck her hard. The little princess doesn’t like soft things.” Tristan says from beneath me and like a beast has been unleashed,Grey fucks me and fucks me till my whole body starts to shake violently.

“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.”

I was born with jinx speech, able to twist even good fortune into disaster. My mentor had sealed my powers in case I abused that ability, which would lead to bad karma. But now, I would take bad karma if it meant making Mark Stanley and Susan York pay for what they did! Still, Susan was furious from being hung up on and bombarded me with voice messages. "Do you think babysitting makes you a big deal, that the world has to suffer your tantrums because of that?! "A petty man like you doesn't even measure up to Mark's little finger!

He probably expected me to be the shy little Jane I usually am, but I turn into a different person when I'm around the things I love. "Don't worry, Jane, I got your back," Aaron had a serious expression on his face. "Can we just get this thing started? You guys are so dramatic," Liliana rolled her eyes. Pretty soon, the game began, and it was time to show him who was the boss. I grabbed Aaron's hand and took cover. "Here's what we are going to do, I'm going to hide behind the wall, and you are going to flash your abs at Liliana to distract her so I can sneak up on her and MURDER HER!" I declared.

Honestly, it was annoying to share a being with her most days. I sat down at the table to drink the tea I had just prepared and waited for the door to open. It wasn’t this bad before, but now that I’m 18, some of the unmated males of the pack come to find out if I’m their mate. Of course, I’m not. Why would the goddess give a half-breed like me a fated mate? I have a wolf, but unlike my father, I do not have a human side; my over half is Gumiho, a nine-tailed fox god. Well, depending on who you ask, they might say that a Gumiho is a demoness, not a goddess. “An Jieun, I think you are my mate. I’m coming in.” My door opens, and a giant male steps over the threshold.

Jax binds my wrists with silk—loose enough to struggle if I want, tight enough to remind me who’s in control tonight. “Spread your legs,” he says. “Show them how wet our little paid whore is already.” I do. Thighs part wide, lace thong pulled aside by Lena’s fingers. Cool air hits my dripping cunt; a soft chorus of groans ripples through the growing crowd. “Fuck, look at her,” the tattooed man mutters, stroking his thick cock. “Dripping for it.”