Kinger X Jax Novels & Stories

“Such a nasty tight ass. Ready to be wrecked all over again.” Heavy footsteps sound on the stairs. Two figures fill the doorway, blocking the light from the hall. Jax and Leo. My most trusted. My most vicious. Jax is a mountain of a man, his knuckles scarred, his gaze fixed on Kai’s exposed body like a predator. Leo is leaner, sharper with a cruel smile already playing on his lips. “Dominic,” Jax rumbles, his voice like gravel. “You weren’t kidding.” “He’s tighter than he looks,” I say, stepping back to give them room. I gesture to Kai. “He’s all ours. But remember who he belongs to.”

Not able to withhold his innermost, wild desire, Kai immediately captured his mate’s lips hungrily the moment Ty sang the last word and kissed him as if no one was watching them and nothing else mattered except for his mate and him ! As intensely the Dragon Warrior had sung the previous stanza, even more strongly, emotions poured in that kiss from both sides while on the other side, Jax did a magnificent job with the vocals of the next stanza ! Zara never looked even an inch away from her strongest Alpha mate, let alone pay attention to her Dad or Zhen who were also performing on the same stage as her mate. She was only captivated by Jax’s entrancing voice and the powerful, soothing beats th

His attention immediately went to finding Chris. He limped, spotting raven fur amongst the browns and greys. Passing the bodies still growling, he found two raven wolves, one a little larger than the other; King Marcus. “Jaxson!” Chris’ head instantly turned as if he felt him approach. Jaxson pressed his head against Chris’. “Do you need the infirmary, Royal Guard Jaxson?” The King’s voice entered his head. “I’ll be fine, Your Majesty.” Chris nuzzled into his neck before moving down and licking the wound on Jaxson’s leg. The stinging pain vanished.

He grunts and then blocks before I land another blow with my leg. “To answer your question, Ravager’s leader, Tee, ain’t a toy. He’s a…” Jaxson begins, only to be interrupted. “Death King,” Slater mutters before Axe launches into a rant of curse words. When I hit the mat again, I see Etienne with an indolent smirk. Jaxson has two handfuls of his ass just standing behind the muscular man, laughing hysterically.

“I thought she was going to pass out when you joined us.” King looked down at himself, at his forearms covered in muscles and tattoos, at his worn jeans and tight black t-shirt, at his motorcycle boots. “Too much?” “Yeah, man,” Jax said. “You’re much too much for a woman like that.” “Yeah.” King sighed. “You’re probably right. Dammit.” ****

Riker says, nodding toward the back of the room. I look. Jax, a patched member who ran with Andreas's crew, is leaning against the wall. He’s cleaning a knife. He meets Drakon’s gaze, then mine. He smiles. It’s not a friendly smile. "We just want to know what we're fighting for, Drakon," Jax says smoothly. "Are we dying to protect the future of the club? or the past?" "You're fighting because I tell you to fight," Drakon snarls. "Get back to work."

“Maria or Teresa, whatever we’re calling the liar today. And look, little Mia is here to join the show. How cozy.” I froze. “Jax? What is this? You were... you were just a….” “Since we are all finally being our real selves, let me reintroduce myself,” Jax said, leaning forward, his voice dropping into a princely, melodic drawl. “I am Jaxithian. Crown Prince of the House of Valois, though, let me be modest for the sake of our American friends. You can still call me Jax, though. It’s much shorter than Your Royal Highness.”

I’m not trying to cheat, but I don’t want my mate dying on me today either. He didn’t respond, but his channel was open. He heard me. They began fighting and it was vicious. Nero is a dirty fighter, but Jaxon is holding his own. Unlike Jasper, Jaxon is getting blows on Nero and Nero seems to have anvils for fists. Jaxon looks bloodied and I’m getting worried. Jett is smiling like he knows what Jaxon is doing and it makes me relax a little. I guess he should be proud too. If Jaxon wins, then Jett’s brother will be King.

The sound of skin slapping skin and low, guttural groans was the constant soundtrack to the night shift. Then Jax Rivera a twenty five years old with lean muscle rolled onto the block carrying enough ego to get himself killed within an hour. He had a smart mouth and eyes that didn't drop when Kane walked past. He was beautiful in a way that felt like an insult to the gray concrete around them.

My breath hitched. "The King ordered every nation to be taken down and new patterns and prisons set up for the humans. But he failed for twelve years on finding the whereabouts of his own son. King Alexander had returned on his own. He had killed everyone in Unity, the scientific organization that had abducted him. Alas again, the damage was done. The huge amount of pressure had ruined the logical thinking of his brain. His wolf now had firm control. As you all know, the wolf is the wild and primal side of a werewolf and so when the wolf found both his mother who he had not once seen dead as well as his father, who died with a heart attack after receiving the news of his lost son, he lost th