Frozen Knot: Rivals Claim
Jax’s hand flew to the back of Ronan’s neck, fingers tangling in sweat-damp hair.
“Bite.”
Ronan froze mid-thrust.
“Jax—”
“Bite,” Jax repeated, voice raw, pleading. “Claim me. Make it stop. Make the aftershock stop. Make everything stop.”
Ronan’s last thread of control snapped.
He slammed deep—once, twice—knot locking fully inside, stretching Jax to the limit.
Jax screamed—pleasure, relief, total surrender—body spasming around the thick swell.
Ronan’s teeth sank into the gland—hard, possessive—breaking skin, tasting copper and honey-sweetness.