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Winner! Winner!

Things escalated quickly, and Harry wasn’t all that sorry about it. Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought her magically created cabin in the woods would come complete with adult Jenga.

Okay, so maybe in her wildest dreams.

Yet she stared from her block to the ones in front of Jax, her heart thumping wildly at the thought of seeing where this all went.

“We should probably do this in the order they were pulled, right?” Harry fought to keep a straight face. “To keep things all aboveboard and all.”

“Seems like the responsible thing to do… which means my lap is your new seat.” He patted his legs, his lips twitching as he dared her into movement.

His heated gaze remained locked on her as she crawled over to his side of the block tower and settled onto his lap, her back against his chest.

“We have to still be able to play, right?” She shifted in her new seat, instantly feeling the not-so-subtle firmness of his growing erection. “My next two blocks were blank, so that leaves yours next. Something about each of us losing an article of clothing? What do you say? Socks?”

The sound of his chuckle vibrated through her body as his mouth brushed over the nape of her neck. “Nice try, but I think since it’s my block, it’s my choice.”

“So what’s your choice?”

His hands slid from her hips and inched beneath the hem of her shirt. “I’m thinking shirts. Yours looks awfully warm and I wouldn’t want you to get overheated sitting this close to the fire.”

“It is pretty warm.” Harry bit her lip to keep from laughing and shifted on his lap, chuckling when she heard his corresponding groan. “Mind helping me?”

She lifted her arms and her coy plan backfired when his hands slowly—and very deliberately—raised her top an inch at a time. The backs of his knuckles brushed her bra-covered nipples, but he may as well have pinched them directly. They hardened, making her suck in a series of slow, even breaths as he slipped the fabric over her head and tossed it to the side.

“One down…” A subtle shift later and Jax reached behind his neck and yanked his T-shirt off and away.

Harry thought she’d been warm before, but the heat in the room flushing her skin was nothing compared to now, even with only the fabric of her bra between them.

Jax slipped her hair over one shoulder and bared the other.

“I’m pretty sure there was also something about getting ‘handsy.’” Jax, with his mouth scant inches from her skin, ran his fingers along her shoulder and down her arm, the touch leaving behind a goose bump trail that sent a shiver through her entire body.

It was the barest touch and yet it felt as if he stroked her everywhere; and when he ran his palms over her breasts, she sucked in a moan and pushed into the touch.

He chuckled behind her, slowly settling his hands on her upper thighs. “I think it’s your turn to pull a block.”

“Was that thirty seconds already?”

He chuckled. With slightly unsteady hands, she pushed her bottom deeper against his lap and leaned toward the tower. The smart thing would be to pick the easiest block and add it to the top of the tower, and yet her eyes passed over the blank block practically sticking halfway out and landed on the one with writing.

As if sensing her train of thought, Jax’s grip on her thighs flexed. She carefully pushed and prodded and plucked another instructional block. “Identify your favorite spot to be kissed.”

“That one’s easy… and we’re in the perfect position,” Jax teased.

“Oh yeah? Where’s my favorite spot?” She peered smugly over her shoulder at him.

“One can only assume it’s the same spot that makes you go absolutely boneless.” Hand gently tilting her head to the side, he brushed his nose over the smooth column of her neck until his mouth hovered over that delicate spot beneath her ear.

She sucked in a quick breath before his lips even touched, and when they did, her eyes fluttered closed, head tilting to give him easier access. Jax nibbled and flicked the site with his tongue, sending her heart into an unsteady gallop.

She sighed, breathless.

“Well, was I right?” He placed another teasing kiss that she felt straight in her core.

“Damn it, you know you are.”

He chuckled and leaned toward the tower to complete his turn, his mouth never leaving her skin until he turned his block for them both to read: Use your mouth—and only your mouth—for at least thirty seconds.

They both froze, the crackling fire sounding like cannon fire in the suddenly silent room.

Jax slowly returned the block to the top of the tower as the weight of those instructions dangled heavy in the air. “It doesn’t really go into detail, does it? Kinda leaves it open for interpretation.”

“Maybe it’s dealer’s choice.”

His hands glided from her thighs to her torso, his palms like heated brands on her flushed skin. “Is that what you want it to be, sweet pea? Do you want me to pick where I put my mouth on you? Because I should probably give you fair warning, I wouldn’t be picking any single spot, and it definitely wouldn’t be for only thirty sec—”

“Yes.” She turned slightly to lock her heated gaze with his over her shoulder. “I think I’m done playing Jenga.”

For two quick heartbeats, neither of them moved—and then they both did.

Harry shifted her weight off his lap while he effortlessly flipped her toward him, banding an arm tightly around her waist, and guided them into a gentle fall, his arm shoving the block game to the side.

A small squeal ended in a low groan as Jax’s mouth fused to hers, sending her head into an oxygen-deprived tailspin, before dragging along her neck. His lips and tongue soothed the slight abrasions caused by the stubble peppering his jaw, and as if by magic, both the stubble and the lips captured her bare nipple.

She didn’t even ask where her bra went, or comment on how, as she fisted Jax’s hair and savored the sensation of every nip and lick, her body heating up from way more than just the fireplace. Harry couldn’t believe her panties hadn’t melted off her body, but Jax effortlessly unbuttoned her jeans and tugged them—and her panties—down and off in one strong tug.

Her ass barely hit the soft rug again when his talented mouth zoned in on its new target between her legs.

Harry’s head thunked to the floor with the first swipe of his tongue over her clit. “Holy. Shit.”

He chuckled against her pussy. “Baby, there is nothing holy about what I want to do to you right now.”

She was inclined to agree, lifting her hips to push her pussy to his eager mouth. It was the sweetest torture, one that escalated with every swipe of his tongue. He didn’t lick her any single way, instead, alternating between slow, delicious swipes and soft, intent sucks. His tactics had her writhing on the floor within seconds.

“Jax.” Harry buried her hand in his hair and clamped her knees around his head as he brought her right over the cliff in a pleasure-filled freefall.

Her body bowed and quaked, taking any kind of control away from her as she experienced the sweetest and most all-consuming orgasm of her life.

Golden eyes locked on hers from over her mound, Jax rode out her pleasure with her, only pulling away when she tugged on his hair. Her body still hummed with the aftereffects, but she already couldn’t wait for more.

Smug smile in place, Jax climbed over her body and stole her breath all over again with a searing kiss. They worked in tandem to get rid of his pants, and then Harry climbed back onto his lap, this time facing him.

His hands settled on her hips. “You want to ride me, baby?”

She sunk onto his engorged cock with a throaty, delicious groan. “Pretty sure I already am.”

J UST WHEN J AX didn’t think it could get better than having Harry’s sweet taste on his tongue, her body wrapped around his cock like a tight, wet fist.

Fuck, it was better than a fist. It was Harry .

One hand gripped tight on her hip and the other fisted in her hair, he trapped her body flush against his and let her set the pace. She rose and fell, grinding her clit against his lower abdomen on every drop and quickly found a rhythm that had them both panting and sweaty in no time.

He captured a rose-tipped nipple with his mouth and alternated slow licks and gentle scrapes of his teeth. His ministrations had her arching her chest closer, and so he alternated his attention, switching from one breast to the other until her pussy fluttered around his cock in a telltale sign of impending release.

“Jax.” Her fingers bit into his shoulders as her hot gaze found his.

“What do you need, baby?” He tilted his hips, thrusting up and relishing the feel of his cock sinking into her body again and again. “Tell me what you need, Harry. Tell me and it’s yours.”

“I need you deeper. I need… fuck. I don’t know.”

“Do you trust me?” He groaned from the effort to hold back his release.

“Yes. Please.”

Desperate to give her what she needed, he lifted her off his cock, turned her around, and immediately slammed back home. Both of them on their knees, he pulled her back against his chest and slid his other hand to that sweet spot between her legs.

“Look in the window, baby.” Jax dragged his mouth over that spot behind her ear that they both loved. “Look up and watch us together.”

Harry’s periwinkle gaze, hooded heavily in lust, found his in the window’s reflection. They watched themselves move together, her body pulsing around his the longer they stared.

“That’s right.” He growled into her ear. “Watch us. See how right we are together. How perfectly synched. Feel it. Feel us .”

A magical mist permeated the air, bringing a small breeze strong enough to send the fireplace flames into a full roar.

Her eyes drifted closed. “Jax…”

“Eyes up, baby.” Her gaze snapped back to his, rewarding him with the gorgeous sight of her flushed skin. “Do you see this? Even your magic recognizes what this is… what we are.”

“What are we, Jax?” Harry’s arm lifted, her hand wrapping tight into his hair and holding him even closer.

“Each other’s.” He felt the rightness in his words the moment they left his lips, his cougar roaring in agreement. “You’re mine, Harlow Pierce… and I, forever and always, will be yours. Do you understand me? There is no way in hell I’m letting you go ever again.”

With a cry, Harry detonated, the thick magical swell igniting the room just as her pussy fisted him with her orgasm. Her pleasure-drenched cries conjured his own, their bodies working in tandem to ride the waves of bliss together.

Jax didn’t know where her body stopped and his began. They were fused, in more ways that he could ever really understand.

Hours could’ve passed before they both slumped back onto the soft, fuzzy rug, their ragged, breathless pants loud as a Mack truck.

Jax slipped from her body with a groan and eagerly pulled her tight against his side.

“Now that is the way to break in a mysteriously appearing magical cabin in the woods.” Harry huffed breathlessly before breaking into a stream of soft giggles, her leg lifting over his hip and tangling with his as she nestled into the dip of his shoulder.

“In total agreement with you there, babe.” He caressed his hand down the length of her spine and over her tattoo. “Wonder if there’s any magical rule of threes when it comes to that, though.”

Harry picked her chin off his chest, smirking. “Ooh, you’re right. We should probably be diligent and cover all our bases just in case. I mean, it would be the magically responsible thing to do, right?”

Before he opened his mouth to agree, the front door burst open with a flourish, crashing into the wall. Jax reacted instantly. On his feet, he put himself between a naked Harry and the door right as a vaguely familiar man sauntered into the cabin as if making a grand entrance at the Met Gala.

Dressed in expensively tailored pants and a silver-sequined shirt, a slightly older doppelg?nger of Harry Styles glanced around the room before catching sight of the two of them.

“Finally.” The Styles look-alike waved a hand and magically shut the door behind him, blocking out a gust of frigid air. “Not that that wasn’t necessary, or long overdue, but, yikes. I thought the two of you would never finish. Magical heater or not, it’s fucking colder than a witch’s tit out there. Pun intended.”

Clutching one of the couch’s throw blankets to her naked chest, Harry peeked from over the back of the sofa, her wide eyes fastened on their visitor. “ Remus? ”

The supernatural’s gaze fastened on her and flashed a genuine, softening smile. “And there is the witch of the hour. How are you doing, darling? Although, based off the fireworks shooting out of the chimney Sleeping Beauty–style, I’d imagine you’re pretty damn good, yeah?”

Jax growled low in warning, earning the arrival’s attention.

The man’s grin widened. “If it isn’t the elusive Alpha Jaxon Atwood. Nice to see you again, too.” His gaze dropped momentarily before lifting as he smiled. “ All of you. Now, as much as I hate to ask this, I’ll need you both to cover all that gorgeous flesh. We have a lot of shit to discuss.”

Remus’s gaze fell intently on Harry. “Hope you brought your learning hat, darling. Because you’re about to have a cramming session unlike any cramming you’ve ever experienced. And, yes, I did mean that to sound a bit dirty.”

Jax’s shock wore away enough that he quickly connected the dots and slowly formed a slightly unfocused picture.

Remus.

Magic.

“ You. ” Jax took a menacing step forward. “You’re the asshole who fucked everything up. Fates Haven. The Fate Finding Ceremony. Because of you, I lost thirteen years with the woman I—”

“Now, now.” Remus held up his hand, looking nervous for the first time. “I come in peace.”

“Yeah, well. I don’t.” Ignoring Harry’s soft pleas, Jax swung, fist connecting loudly with Remus Chardonnay’s jaw.

A supernatural well of bottomless magic or not, Fates Haven’s one-time Fate Witch sank to the cabin floor with a heavy thud, his eyes closed and mouth silent for the first time since walking unexpectedly through the door.

“What did you do?” Harry scurried around the couch and knelt to check the pulse of the unconscious witch.

“Something I and every citizen in Fates Haven have wanted to do for thirteen years,” he growled out unapologetically. “The second he comes to, I fully intend on doing it again.”

“You will not, Jaxon Atwood.”

“Like hell I won’t.”

Harry glanced from Remus and back to him, concern and curiosity filling her eyes, and Jax already knew.

“Fuck.” He dragged his hand roughly through his hair. “He’s what you felt calling you here to Witch’s Peak, wasn’t it?”

She sighed, nodding.

“Why the hell would the Fate Witch that literally fucked with the world’s Fate Matches have called you up the side of the mountain?”

“I don’t know.” She stood, giving him a resigned look as she headed toward the kitchen. “And now we have to wait for Sleeping Beauty to wake up from being cougar clobbered in order to find out.”