Pomni X Jax Sus Novels & Stories

And that shut him up. For a second. Then Jaxon leaned closer to me and stage-whispered, “I still think he’s compensating for something. Call me if you want to find out.” I laughed despite myself. “You’re unbelievable.” “And available.” “And delusional,” Jace muttered. I turned back toward the cliff to hide the smile tugging at my lips. Jaxon was a jackass, but in this sick, twisted world, he was maybe the closest thing we had to comic relief.

I rolled my eyes, then there came the three, who came to butt in. There come the morons. The president is Joah. Montani the jackass or should I say the legendary skirt-chaser, Phoenix the croaking frog because he's always talking, Gaius our Mr. Chef, and last but not least, Cross, the silent but dangerous one. "We assumed that you found some slut to fuck with," Montani joked while sipping on his wine. "I'm not a douchebag like you," I mumbled. When a waiter passed by, I grabbed another glass of wine. It's fine because I don't get drunk easily.

Jaxon pointed to a specific piece of the menu on the bottom. “It is, I mentioned it. It’s okay, they have a lot of different names and titles for things. You’ll get the hang of it.” I felt better that he was still not teasing me or judging me for not knowing. I leaned onto his shoulder. “I want pizza too. Do they have beer?” I asked, feeling a bit pitiful now. Jaxon nodded and picked up the landline phone. I couldn’t hear anyone on the other end, but I assumed someone answered, and he responded in perfect Italian. He chuckled lightly before continuing to relay our order to the host on the other end.

“The pleasure is all mine, s—Jaxon .” Dad glanced between Jaxon and me, worried. Maybe he finally realized that he’d thrown me to a wolf. Dad tried to intimidate my future husband with a dark look, but a sheep didn’t become a predator by wearing a wolf fur, and Dad had never been more than prey among the blood-thirsty monsters in our circles. Jaxon straightened, ignoring Dad, and motioned toward his companion. “That’s my right hand and Consigliere, Felix .”

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She spread her lips for them, showing t‌he creamy mess. “Patheti‍c,” Jax chuckled darkl‌y. “‌Mark’s at work thinking his wife is res⁠ting, and here‌ yo⁠u are—⁠humping f⁠urnitur‌e‌ and begging re‍al men‌ to ruin you more.” ‌

These crapsters brought the worst out of me. “Ho ho ho. Hear the Queen of Immaturity speak,” Jax hissed. “Better than smelling the poopy Vulture King,” I hissed back. “Dirty Goblin” “Dumb Pig” “Potty Mouth” “Barbaric Caveman” “Basic Bitch” “Clothes Whore” “Hey ! I am just an OCS- Over Compulsive Shopper,” Jax protested. “Clothes Whore,” Kai and I deadpanned. “Your moral compass is on fire,” Jax huffed.

JAX I want to tear this dude’s fucking face off right now. It’s taking everything I have to hold my wolf at bay while I keep him pinned against the wall by the throat, trying to piece together in my mind what the fuck just happened. This guy is a reserve squad recruit- I think his name is Tommy or Tony or something? And I could’ve sworn he was dating Quinn’s friend from Stillwater, so why the hell would he be putting the moves on Quinn?

Chris smirked mischievously. “Fine,” Jaxson grumbled. He twisted onto his back within Chris’ arms, “Can watch a film then,” he pouted in defeat. “Never thought you’d be one to pout, grumpy hedgehog, you.” “I’m not a hedgehog.” Chris smiled, something about riling Jaxson amused him. “Alright, a cat. Cat’s are always grumpy.” “I’m not grumpy!” “Tortoise?” “You are so getting it when I'm… less broken.” Jaxson nestled himself more into Chris’ chest. “Do you like your suite?” he asked.

Every single time. The gorgeous Romano brothers of the blood moon pack. She slowly raised her head in the direction that the strong awareness was coming from and there they were. Jax was in front, half-heartedly responding to another guy walking beside him. He was towering head and shoulders over the other guys, with his broad, muscular shoulders and washboard abs stretching the black shirt he had on. His long sculpted legs were encased in brown cargo pants, and strong black boots. He looked like an absolute snack. Of course, half of the entire hall had their attention on the brothers.