Novel & Cerita Vannamelon X Jax

“You’re fucked, man. She’ll never give it up.” But Jax loved a challenge. Jax Harlan was the complete opposite of Grace. At twenty-three, with messy dark hair that seemed to cover his piercing blue eyes, a lean muscular build gotten from working at the local auto shop, and snake tattoos across his arms and chest, Jax was trouble. He rode a black motorcycle through the streets and always smoked behind the old diner. His crew of friends, a rough group of mechanics and dropouts were drinking at the pool hall one lazy summer evening when the challenge was thrown down.

I honestly don't think my heart could beat for another. "Hey Tess, you gonna dust that picture all day?" I heard Jaxon laugh. " No Jax!" I rolled my eyes and set the picture down. Jaxon is Chris's cousin, also one of my best friends. He's a very handsome werewolf with light brown hair, green eyes, and a smile like sunshine.As he walked behind me I got a snap notification from Chris. He was sitting in his car with Samantha, his good friend who happens to be a witch he met on campus, both smiling with the text saying road trip. I snapped back with Jax making a funny face over my shoulder telling them to have fun. and stay safe.

“Look at you… three well-bred whores leaking my cum like broken fountains. The pizza is cold, but your cunts are nice and warm with my seed.” The girls lay there panting, bodies trembling, cum pouring from their ruined holes. Emma smiled weakly. “Best delivery ever… When can you come back and breed us again?” Jax smirked. “Anytime you sluts order. But next time, leave the door unlocked. I want to walk in and find three asses up and ready.”

The studio was dimly lit. “You must be Mia.” The voice was deep, smooth, and confident. Jax stepped out from behind the counter. He was tall, maybe thirty-five, with tattoos covering both arms and disappearing under the sleeves of his t-shirt. Dark hair, sharp jawline, and intense green eyes that seemed to see right through her. His smile was easy but carried an edge. “Yeah, hi,” she said, suddenly aware of how tight her yoga pants and cropped hoodie felt. “Thanks for fitting me in so late.”

"Scarlett." ******

, Jasmine asked "A tiny drop of wolfbane. To make it juicy, I hope you are enjoying it?", Alpha Jax said with a chuckle. "You are a monster, Jax! You are a fucking monster! Just kill me already! Do you even have a conscience?", Jasmine was hysterical. "You should have known. If had known then you wouldn't touch the tail of a lion. Watch as I deal with you, by the time I'm done with you and your father, you both would regret ever crossing paths with Alpha Jax", Alpha Jax said as he walked away without looking back.

Xanthis broke the silence first. "Do you need introductions? I'm Xanthis Diaz Montero, older than Dre by six minutes. I'm the smart ass here. He's Alexandre Leon Montero, older than you by two minutes. He's a mafia bos, a major alpha male" Xanthis said, scrunching up his nose. Everyone laughed at the expression on his face. But, Valentino was too tensed to do that.

Jaxon said, bringing me out of my head. Nodding slowly I thanked him and said I could use a sip or two. Sipping on the glass I watched Aiden head to the window and glance out between the curtains. “We should head out in fifteen minutes since the moon will be high in the night sky by then,” he commented. Forcing a grin I asked him what his wolf's name was. Gesturing toward Jaxon he said with a smirk, “You start.” Inhaling, Jaxon deeply asserted, “Mine is named Grim, and he is a large black furred beast.”

She was shaking uncontrollably. Only then did Jax let himself go. With a deep, guttural growl, he buried himself to the hilt and came, flooding her so much her belly visibly swelled. The heat of his release felt like liquid fire. He stayed inside her for a long moment, panting, scales slowly fading. Then he pulled out, watching his cum gush from her abused, torn pussy with dark satisfaction. “Not bad for a human,” he muttered, slapping her pussy lightly. “But we’re nowhere near done.”

I said with a nod, feeling my face turn red as I shoved another piece of jam covered bread into my mouth. “Sorry, where are my manners, I’m Ava,” the girl said, holding out her hand. I too gingerly took it in my own and gave it a hearty shake, her sunflower pendant around her neck dangling down by her chin as we shook and swaying back and forth. “Freya,” I replied. “Don’t feel too bad, Helena can be a complete and utter bitch,” she said as she cut her egg, the gooey yolk spilling out and oozing all over the meatloaf below it, like an ochre waterfall.