Ragatha X Jax Novels & Stories

Gone. Bella sagged against the desk, trembling. But Jax didn’t pull out. If anything, he sank deeper, grinding slow and filthy. “You almost got caught with Daddy’s cock stretching this married pussy,” he growled low against her ear, voice rough as gravel. “You feel how wet you got when he was right there? Greedy little slut.” She whimpered into his palm, shame and adrenaline twisting into something filthy hot in her belly. Her pussy clenched hard around him. Jax chuckled darkly and started fucking her again—deep, punishing strokes that made the desk creak.

One minute I was in my tiny apartment near campus, the next I was moving into this McMansion because she’d married some rich guy after only six months of dating. At nineteen, I should’ve been able to say no, but here I was, Riley Thompson, officially the new stepsister in a house that still smelled like fresh paint and someone else’s life. “Finally made it, princess?” The deep, mocking voice came from the kitchen. I looked up and froze for half a second. Jax stood there leaning against the marble island, completely shirtless. His skin was tanned and smooth over hard, defined muscles, his broad shoulders, sculpted chest, and a set of abs that looked like they belonged on a fitness ad. A few d

Your turn, trouble. She laughed under her breath — quiet enough that the old man didn’t look up from his newspaper. Ella: Black with oat milk, no sugar. Judge away, gym rat. His reply came in under thirty seconds. Jax: Oat milk warrior. Respect. I’m a cold brew black kinda guy. We might survive each other. What’s your name? Ella: Ella. Yours? Jax: Jax. Nice to meet you, Ella with the dangerous smile in your pics.

Slow at first, then deeper, one of them holding my head while the other praised me in a rough whisper: “Look at him; such a greedy little slut already.” I was lost in it, spit dripping down my chin, eyes watering, when I heard a new voice cut through the filthy chaos. “Yo, before we really get started…” it was Jax, the tattooed one that was speaking. He was holding a large black duffle bag he’d apparently brought with him. He unzipped it with a wicked grin and pulled out something that made my stomach drop and my hole clench at the same time.

Jax teased, a smirk pulling at his lips. "Half-cousin," I corrected sharply, slamming the puck against the boards. "Plus, we weren't even close in the first place." "Oh, I get it." "Agatha has just been the root of my whole problem," I muttered, my frustration bubbling over as I skated backward. "Since I met her, nothing has been right in my life." Jax slowed down, his blades scraping the ice. "Did Agatha play a role in you and Deja’s relationship?"

Gia yelled, running up the stairs while sobbing. " Happy now? Huh? Are you happy now?!" Xara's voice grew louder as Jax walked out on her without a word. What the hell had come over him? Who did this to my baby?

The tall lean man, dressed in fitted jeans, deep brown boots, and a flannel red long-sleeved shirt, grunts as he gets to his feet, towering over me. “Look who got gorgeous,” I greet him, before jumping up and wrapping my legs around his waist, pressing my lips fully against his mouth in a chaste kiss. I hadn't seen him since he was seventeen when his mother remarried, and they moved to the city. Jax had gotten his wolf a few months before they moved and had left when his hardcore training was done.

Elder Peter asked me. Baz stood tall next to me, he roared softly in my mind, and Jax and Preston's eyes flew open. I could still see the sweat on Rev's brow as he took deep breaths. Jax stumbled slightly as he climbed off the bed and I got a good look at the dragon on his back. It suited him perfectly. "His name is Gradarth," Jax said and his father smiled proudly. "And yours Mr. Scott?" Elder James asked Preston. "Zurden," he said and he seemed slightly bigger than before.

A balding man approached the table with two bodyguards. " Mr Xavier! Good Afternoon!" Jaxon and John said in unison. " Have you been waiting long?" The man asked. " No, Sir. We just got here." John answered. The man helped himself to a seat. " Ah! The rogue billionaire businessman, Jaxon Hearst. It's nice to finally meet you in person." " The pleasure is mine,Mr Xavier, and I'm not a rogue." Jaxon laughs. " Says the man with billion dollars empire and is still raking in more." Mr. Xavier said. He snapped his fingers and one of the guards lit a cigarette for him.

"Venom took the bait. He's offering me work." Jax's expression sharpened, and he pushed back from the desk, rising to his full imposing height of six-foot-four. The movement caused his shirt to ride up slightly, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of the defined muscles of his abdomen and the dark trail of hair that disappeared beneath his belt. "What kind of work?"