Vannamelon X Jax Novels & Stories

He had the same piercing blue eyes, the same sharp jawline, but where Mila’s face was filled with warmth and genuine sunshine, this man’s face was a hollow mask of corporate perfection. "Jax Kingston," Vance said, his smooth, broadcaster voice dripping with artificial warmth. He didn't even stand up. "The legendary 'Glacier.' I must say, you’re even more imposing in person than you are from the press box." "Get out of that chair before I throw you through that window," I said, my voice dropping so low the glasses on Murray’s side table rattled. Vance laughed, a dry, mocking sound. He took a sip of his drink and set it down.

The hard etched edge of his adonis belt drew my focus to the tented front of his jeans. His thick fingers make slow work to unbuckle his belt, I barely blink my eyes and his jeans are around his ankles. He steps out of them and forward as a thick rod bobbed in front of me. My wolf presses forward, such a hussy as she preens and purrs. Fuck. Me. Tate was well endowed but holy Goddess, Zac was hashtag blessed. My face heats. “Like what you see?” I whip around at lightning speed, my wet locks whipping me in the face as I hear him step into the shower.

v👿 I thought coming here would make me closer to Jamal but now i want someone else and that’s Xander,oh gosh,he is so hot and am sure he is so good in bed. I just really want him to f*ck me senseless, Gianna always has the best things but this time i will surely take it from her. Alexander,You will be mine. T.B.C

“You’re not invincible, Jax. Neither of us are. He knows you better than anyone, your codes, your habits, your rage.” Jaxon looked at her, voice low and certain. “True, but he also knows that I don’t stop until I win.” She wanted to argue, but the conviction in his eyes silenced her. There was no pleading with the Don when the war mask was on. Instead, she moved to the window, watching the storm swallow what was left of the horizon. “You said Evelyn never lets her monsters run free.” He joined her there, pulling her back into him, wrapping his arms around her possessively, the faint scent of gunpowder still clinging to his skin. “She thinks she’s holding the leash.”

Jaxon said, looking at the broken glasses he had broken. "I need more jewelries and clothes. Everything cost five thousand gold coins." Klara said, her voice coming out soft as she said these. Jaxon stared at her, not surprise at her demands. "Meet Kires, inform him that I ordered him to give you everything that you demand." Jaxon said, now turning to look at the mirror. "Now leave!" Jaxon said, and quickly, without hesitating, Klara left the bath. Jaxon stared at the mirror once more, his eyes changing to the color of red, without no doubt, his wolf had managed to take over him.

She slides her hand down my body, fingers teasing my clit lightly— barely a whisper of touch. My hips buck anyway. Vanessa lifts her head, lips shiny. “You’re staying, right?” she asks. “No more disappearing.” I nod, tears spilling now. “I’m not going anywhere.” Jax grins, wipes my tears with his thumb, then licks it clean. “Good. Because we’ve got plans for you.” He sits up, stretches, muscles rippling. “Group shower. Food. Then we’re tying you to that chair over there

Given our set of circumstances, I can’t allow myself to want anything different. Jax’s pale blue eyes meet mine, and I swear there’s longing in his gaze as he takes a sip of his beer, staring at me over the top of his cup. Maybe he’s feeling some of the same confusing shit I am right now. Maybe he wants to come over here and talk to me as badly as I wish he could. Or maybe it’s just the beer buzz. “Why haven’t you guys gotten in the water yet?” Fallon teases as she walks up the bank toward us in a sky-blue bikini, wringing out her ponytail. “It feels great!”

I put on more makeup than usual, but still much less than Mom and Jaxon probably expected. When I made my way downstairs for the official introductions, I’d managed to calm myself. My eyes still felt too warm from almost crying, but my smile didn’t waver when I descended the stairs toward Dad, Jaxon , and his companion Felix . Dad took my hand, squeezing it as he led me toward my future husband. Jaxon’s expression was a masterpiece of controlled politeness as he regarded me. His eyes were dark blue, like the depth of the ocean, and gave the impression that they could swallow you just as easily as the bottomless sea. Disapproval flashed across his face when he took in my dress.

I need to find a way to change that, and fast. "Guys, they both went to the Alpha Academy. I'm sure they know what they're doing," a new voice speaks up. I turn my attention to Malcom, who’s shirtless and wearing blue basketball shorts. He’s certainly fine as hell, yet this time, there isn't even a spark when I look at him. Jaxon must have gotten into my head because I literally don't feel desire for anyone but him. "Pfft, I bet that was nothing. Melanie probably only passed because she's Alpha Damon's daughter, and Jaxon because they feel sorry for his pathetic daddy," taunts a tall, wiry guy with mahogany skin and short, black twists in his head.

NEW MATCH LOADING… MODE: CO-OP SHOWDOWN – PAIRS ONLY Text filled the air above our heads in bold, gleaming letters: CO-OP SHOWDOWN: PAIRS ONLY Below it, names slotted into place with the clean inevitability of code executing. PAIRING A: WILLA ROANE + CORVIN VANCE PAIRING B: JAX “SML” MARTIN + SELENE VAELOR My stomach dropped. Jax stared at the projection, then at me, then at where Selene had been. “Oh,” he said faintly. “Oh, good. I’ve always wanted to be duct‑taped to a death‑addicted gladiator.”