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Jackson

I’m losing my mind. No—scratch that. I’ve already lost it. It's gone forever. It floated out of my ears the moment I caught the alluring scent of Emily’s arousal. It seeped into me, wrapped around my spine like wildfire, and now I can’t think about anything but her. Her scent. Her touch. Her taste.

I’m trying to force myself to think of literally anything other than how much I want her. How much I want to taste her sweet pussy, hear her moan my name, feel her squeeze my cock, and watch her fall apart as I make her come.

And then I want to put her back together. Heal her. Make sure she never feels scared again. I want to hold her, worship her, make her feel so safe and cherished she forgets how to be afraid. Then do it all over again. For the rest of our lives.

Fuck, I want her so much. But I can’t. I won’t . Not until she’s ready. She’s had so much taken from her, and I’m sure that when she moves on, it needs to be on her terms. She needs to be one hundred percent sure of it.

“How would you do it? How would you show me?” she whispers while looking at me with those wide, green eyes of hers.

Goddess, this girl!

I grit my teeth, trying to swallow the groan clawing at my throat. She’s pushing all of my buttons and testing me to my limits. And she has no idea. Or maybe she does. Maybe that coy little tilt of her head means she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

“You’re killing me here.” I groan. She blinks and bites on her lip. The picture of temptation. But the longer I stare, the more I can’t tell if she has the slightest clue of what she’s doing to me. It's like she has no idea how fucking alluring she is.

“I’m trying to be a good guy here, you know?” I manage, voice low and strained.

“Sorry, I… I just want to understand what we’re working with here,” she replies, and the ghost of a smile crosses her face. “Tell me; how would you treat me? ”

Fine, she wants to know? I won’t deny her. Maybe she’ll stop pushing me then. I step closer to her, towering over her petite frame without actually touching her. Her breath hitches and goosebumps erupt over her skin.

“I would get down on my knees and worship at the Alter of Emily.” My voice is gravel.

“I want you to come on my tongue, my fingers, and my cock. Again and again. Until the only thing you remember is the sound of your own screams and the way I make you fall apart. I’ll give you so much pleasure, the past won’t even exist. Only this. Only me. Only us.”

The scent of her arousal intensifies, and she takes a heaving breath that pulls her chest up, brushing against me.

I’m so tense that I’m barely holding on to my wolf.

He growls in my head, urging me to claim her.

I keep repeating the same things to myself: I am a gentleman.

This is not about me. This is about what she needs. It doesn't matter how much I want her.

She chews on her bottom lip again, and her gaze quickly darts down to my mouth.

And when she meets my gaze again, her voice is steady.

Certain. “Show me,” she says, running her hands up my chest towards my shoulders.

It’s like I could implode from holding back.

She can’t be serious right now. She isn’t ready.

But trying to hold my shit together is driving me crazy. My wolf thrashes, continuously urging me to mark her, claim her as ours, and never let her go. My control is ready to snap if she says one more thing to encourage this.

“Wh…what do you mean?” I rasp, my voice breaking as I try to rein in my wolf. I clench my fists to avoid grabbing her and bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from pressing my lips against hers.

“Show me,” she whispers again, as her fingers trail along my neck. “Show me what it’s like to be worshipped.”

“You don’t want this. You’re not ready.” My voice sounds pained.

My body trembles involuntarily, a visible reflection of the turmoil I’m struggling to keep in check.

Fuck, I want her so much. Every one of my muscles seems to vibrate with tension, coiled so tightly it's like they could snap at any moment.

“I’ve never called the shots, Jackson. Never experienced anything like being worshipped; never even fully enjoyed a man’s touch.

But I want to. I want you ,” she says, her voice becoming steadier with every word.

She stares right into my eyes; an intensity burns like green flames in her emerald eyes. “ Show me. ”

My restraint doesn’t just fray—it ceases to exist. I surge forward, capturing her mouth with mine, and she kisses me back with a heat that scorches.

Where I expected her to be tentative, she shows me wild passion.

And I want more. Our tongues war with each other for dominance.

Her fingers weave into my hair as she pulls me in closer.

I reach around her and grab her tight ass, relishing the firmness beneath my fingertips as I lift her up and pull her closer to me.

In response, she instinctively wraps her legs around my waist. As our bodies press against each other, a symphony of desire fills the room.

The heat of our bodies radiates through the thin fabric of our clothes.

The connection between us is pure unbridled desire.

Her soft moans are the sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard. Their melody reverberates through my being, igniting a fire within me. My wolf preens at the knowledge that I am the one to bring her pleasure.

“You are trouble, you know that?” I mutter against her lips. “You’ve been distracting me for days and I don’t do distractions.” I should stop, but I can’t help myself now that she’s in my arms. “You make me want to forget all reason.”

I carry her to the bed and kneel on the edge, laying her down gently, trying to claw back my restraint.

I stay on my knees between her spread legs and gaze at her.

She is so beautiful, so delicate. Her chest rises and falls with her rapid breaths, drawing my attention to her amazing tits.

Small but so perky and soft. Her hair is fanning out around her like a beautiful halo, she looks exactly like an angel.

An angel I want to corrupt.

“Are you sure you want this?” I ask. “You can stop this at any second. Just say the word.” She chews on her bottom lip before nodding hesitantly. “I need your words, Emily. Do you want me to stop now, or are you ready to come against my face?”

Her pupils dilate, and her mouth drops at my dirty words. The scent of her arousal becomes stronger. “I’m sure. I want you to do… what you just said,” she says with conviction, even though a beautiful blush rises up her chest.

Fuck me, she is stunning.

I hook my fingers into the top of her leggings and stare into her eyes, giving her every chance to change her mind. Her soft skin pebbles at my touch and I know once I have her, I won’t ever want to let go. She’s trembling—but not from fear. From need.

“Jackson, please.”

Her words asking me to pleasure her, begging me to, are my undoing.

Who am I to deny this fucking perfect she-wolf anything?

I slide her leggings and underwear down her legs and throw them behind me.

She squeals when I grab her ankle and pull her towards me so that her ass is at the edge of the bed and drop to my knees on the floor in front of her.

I hook her left leg over my shoulder while pressing a kiss on her right knee, then inside her thigh, slowly working towards where she wants me most.

Where I want me most.

And when I finally get to her pussy, I slowly lick from her opening to her clit. My mouth waters at her sweet flavor. She moans and arches off the bed. I band my arm around her stomach, pushing her back down before resuming my languid licks, building her slowly.

“Fuck, your perfect pussy is so sweet,” I say, causing her to moan louder and get even wetter. My girl likes praise and I'm never going to stop giving it to her.

I work a finger into her tight pussy and then add a second.

She clamps down around me as I pump in and out, curling my fingers and hitting that magic spot inside her.

I increase the tempo of my fingers while alternating between sucking and licking her clit.

I can feel her walls tighten around me, and I know she’s close.

“Come for me, be a good girl and come for me,” I say, my lips moving against hers.

I suck her clit roughly, and she detonates with a scream, back arched, trembling as she squeezes my fingers like a vise.

She rides out her pleasure on my fingers as I continue licking her through it until she collapses back, breathless and boneless, her eyes glazed with pleasure.

I stare up at her and bask in her post-orgasm smile.

My wolf puffs out his chest, proud as shit that we made our female happy.

Her beautiful face has a softened, dazed expression.

She props herself up on her elbows and gazes at me.

Her mouth is slightly open and her eyes unfocused.

“What was that?” she whimpers. My chest puffs out and I’m probably sporting a shit-eating grin.

“Good orgasm?” I tease before I start kissing along her inside thigh again, ready to make good on my promise of multiples.

Her laugh is breathy. “I mean… I don’t exactly have anything to compare to.

Is that what an orgasm feels like? Are they always so…

so amazing? How does anyone do anything else when that is an option?

” She asks in a stunned tone. I chuckle a little before I realize she said she had nothing to compare to.

“Wait, what? You’ve never had an orgasm?” I ask, recoiling a little but unable to not react. Her sleepy, cheerful expression hardens in the blink of an eye. Shit, I’ve said the wrong thing. Her walls practically visibly come back up .

“Aidan didn’t let me eat sometimes. Why would you think he let me have orgasms?” she snaps. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I hate that name. I hate what he did to her.

My heart beats erratically in my chest, each beat echoing with a mix of regret and anger at my stupid, mindless comment. I’m such an idiot.

“No, no baby, shit, I’m sorry,” I blurt out, reaching for her. “That’s not on you and honestly, being your first is hot as fuck. I just thought… didn’t you ever touch yourself?”

“No, I didn’t,” she says, her tone icy. “I wasn’t allowed.” She’s gone so cold, and the moment has changed. That sexy post-orgasm glow has evaporated and instead an almost businesslike Emily looks right through me.

“I should return the favor.” She reaches for the waistband of my sweatpants. What the hell?

“No, fuck that, not like this,” I growl, grabbing her hand to halt her movement.

“Like what? You don’t want me anymore now you remember how messed up I am?

” She sounds angry, but I don’t think that’s what she’s really feeling.

I sense her pain. Her hurt, her insecurities.

I hate how she does this. She shuts down so easily.

And she forgets how fucking amazing she is.

How brave, resilient and awe inspiring she is.

And she makes assumptions about what I’m thinking when she hasn’t a clue.

“ No. Goddess, Emily, no.” I slide my hand to her cheek, tilting her chin to face me. “You have no idea how sexy you are. The way you came on my fingers? The way you sounded, the way you tasted?” I suck my fingers into my mouth, savoring it. Her breath hitches.

“I can’t understand what kind of man wouldn’t want the joy of experiencing that on repeat. How any male wouldn’t want making you come to be his fucking life’s mission. But I don’t want sex to feel like a trade. You don’t owe me shit.”

She swallows hard, her walls faltering but still up.

I pull her closer to me and drop kisses along her neck and the curve of her shoulder.

“I want to bury my cock inside you. But not because you’re returning a favor or giving me a hate filled blowjob because you think you're supposed to. Fuck that. I want you begging to suck my cock because you need to taste me more than you need your next fucking breath. Like the way I feel about you.”

She inhales sharply and I think for a second that maybe I went too far.

Until she licks her lips and grabs the back of my head, pulling me into a passionate kiss.

She straddles my lap and grinds against my quickly hardening cock.

Only the material of my sweatpants separates me from slipping inside her .

I can’t keep up with her changing moods, but at least I get it now.

That ex of hers has a lot to answer to. His fucked-up ideas are so deeply ingrained that she can’t stop them from messing with her mind.

Making her feel like sex is transactional.

Like she needs to make me happy even when she doesn’t want to.

I need to stop giving her any opportunity to get in her head because, judging by her response right now, she needs this.

I’ve been trying to let her be in charge, thinking that’s what she wants after what that bastard did to her.

But what if that isn’t what she craves? Or what she needs?

What she needs… is to let go. To trust someone enough to hand the reins over.

To let me take her apart and put her back together— my way.

She needs to trust me to make her feel good.

I want to command her perfect little body, not for my pleasure, for hers. I want to push her to feel everything she has missed out on and realize how much she matters.