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Emily

My mind flips wildly between turned on and traumatized.

My thoughts and feelings are completely jumbled and spinning out in disordered, messy loops.

I can't explain how messed up I am. I don’t even understand it myself.

But underneath all the chaos in my mind; I have one undeniable and overwhelming feeling—a need for Jackson.

It goes deeper than feelings. It's a compulsion. It's cellular. Like something in me recognizes him—wants him to overwrite every lingering trace of Aidan with something new, something wanted. Something mine .

I can’t stop myself from hearing Aidan’s voice or worrying I’m doing everything wrong, but when Jackson talks to me like that, goddess, it’s like my mind forgets everything else but him. I don’t know how he does it. It’s like my body was dormant, my sexual desires in hibernation.

But now? Now I need him inside me , filling me until I can’t take anymore. Wrecking me. Making me forget. Showing me what’s possible.

“Jackson, make me feel good again. Show me what it can be like,” I beg, my voice a needy whimper as I move my hips against him. A growl erupts from him, low in his throat—feral, possessive—as he rips my top and bra off, leaving me completely bare to him.

He wastes no time flipping our positions to have me on my back. He grinds into me, making me moan out loud like I really am the whore Aidan always said I was.

No . Not this time. I push that idea and his voice out of my head, allowing Jackson’s hips rolling against me to ground me in the present, his touch anchoring me in the now.

“Tell me you still want me. Please. Help me quieten my mind.”

“I want you more than you could ever imagine, little wolf. Want doesn't come close to what I feel for you.”

He kisses his way down my chest and then circles one of my nipples with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. His rough, calloused hand palms my other breast. And I writhe underneath him, bucking my hips as I desperately try to find friction against my throbbing clit.

“You want to come again?” he murmurs in my ear while I squirm beneath him.

A shiver runs down my spine; pleasure and anticipation and pure electricity.

The heat of his breath, the slow press of his lips to the curve of my shoulder—it’s like every nerve ending in my body lights up in response.

With each gentle lick against the shell of my ear, a rush of pleasure courses through me, making my breath hitch and my heart race.

“Please,” I beg, barely recognizing my own voice, as he captures my nipple in his teeth, tugging just enough for pleasure before it transforms to pain.

He pulls back to stand in front of the bed, leaving me cold and wanting.

I whimper at the loss of him but then he slowly lowers his sweatpants, allowing his thick length to bounce upwards and I lose the ability to think at all.

A bead of pearly pre-cum escapes as he slowly fists himself.

I squeeze my thighs together, trying to relieve some of the tension.

“You want my cock?” he asks, and I groan in anticipation of him entering me, filling me completely. Gone is the timid girl who second-guessed everything. In her place? Someone who knows exactly what she wants—and is willing to beg, borrow or steal to get it.

“Yes,” I whimper. “I need it.”

“You do, don’t you? Such a good girl,” he says with a smirk, still lazily pumping his dick. I want to reach out and touch him. I want to taste him. “How about you get on your knees and show me how much you want it?” I scramble to my knees in front of him and reach for his dick.

“Touch yourself,” he demands, voice like gravel.

“Show me how turned on you are.” I obey instantly—not out of fear or shame, but because I want to.

Because I have the power to choose. And I’m choosing desire and happiness.

My fingers slip between my thighs, circling my clit in slow, unsure strokes as I learn what feels good.

Every action is for me . For the part of me I had to bury before.

“That’s it, circle your clit,” he whispers while threading his hand into my hair. He rubs his dick against my lips, and I dart my tongue out, teasing the head before swirling around it, tasting his salty pre-cum.

“Open wide, babe,” he mutters, and I groan in anticipation. I open my mouth and take him straight to the back of my throat. “Fuck, your mouth is my new favorite place to be,” he moans.

“Keep touching yourself; dip two fingers inside that sweet cunt,” he directs.

I moan around his cock, his dirty words setting a fire inside me.

I slide my fingers into my soaked heat, working myself as he rocks slowly in and out of my mouth.

I suck harder, matching his rhythm, giving everything to this moment—wanting him to feel what he’s doing to me.

Heat coils low in my belly and my muscles feel tight.

“Give me your hand,” he grits out. “Show me how wet sucking my cock makes you.” I remove my fingers from my dripping pussy and raise my hand upwards.

He grasps my wrist, bending over and drawing my hand to his mouth before sucking my fingers.

He lets out a low groan that has me clenching my thighs together.

“Fuck, you’re soaked for me, babe. Such a good girl.”

His praise lights a fire inside me and I’m desperate for release.

The air crackles with electricity as I hollow my cheeks around his dick.

Sucking him hard with everything I have.

It’s like I’m going to implode. Who knew sucking dick was so damn hot?

I want nothing more than to touch myself again, but I wait for him to tell me I can.

Because he seems to know what I need much more than I ever could.

He steps back abruptly, pulling his cock out of my mouth and leaving me empty.

I take ragged breaths as I remain on my knees, gazing up through my eyelashes, awaiting my next instruction. My head is blissfully empty. My only thoughts revolve around our combined gratification and wanting to know what comes next.

“So damn good. I think you’ve earned another orgasm,” he says and I nod vigorously. “Get on the bed, on your hands and knees.”

There’s something about the way he orders me.

It removes my opportunity to overthink it, and I can just enjoy.

Relax into the feeling of pleasure. Because despite everything I’ve been through, I trust that Jackson will take care of me.

Even my wolf is purring. I scramble onto the bed on my hands and knees, crawling away from him.

His sharp intake of breath spurs me on, and I drop down onto my forearms, pressing the side of my face to the mattress, arching my back, with my ass in the air.

“Fuck, if that isn’t the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen,” he says while kneeling on the bed behind me. His firm hands caress my hips and waist. “So fucking beautiful.”

He lines his cock up against my entrance, running it up and down my wet slit. I try to wiggle back towards him, but he holds me still. “Please, Jackson, I need you inside me.”

“You want me to wear a condom?”

“No, I need to feel you.” It’s not like I can get pregnant until I’m twenty-one and have my first heat. Plus, shifters can’t contract STDs.

He chuckles before pushing slowly inside me, filling me in a way I’ve never experienced.

Instead of the burn or pain, this is pure pleasure.

He glides inside my wet heat like he was made to fit me perfectly.

He pauses for a moment, allowing me to accommodate to his size before he slowly begins to move, rocking his hips back and forth while holding me still.

His movements grow steadily faster and harder until he is slamming into me again and again while pulling my hips back to meet his thrusts. Pressure mounts within me. Tingles build in my limbs as I grip the sheets below me and my toes curl.

I push up onto all fours and thrash my head back, letting out moans so guttural it’s hard to believe they are coming from me. But he seems to love it. “Fuck, baby, you take my cock so good.”

I move with him, meeting him thrust for thrust until the build up threatens to overtake me.

He reaches his hand around, pinching my clit, and the earth stops spinning on its axis as I explode around him, screaming his name.

His movements become jerky and a moment later, he follows right behind me, filling me with searing hot ropes of cum.

We collapse forward onto the bed, completely spent.

He pulls my back into his chest, dropping kisses along my shoulder, snuggling into me.

“So, fucking good. You take me so good, babe. It’s like you were made for me,” he growls in my ear.

And something has changed deep within me.

Like one of my broken parts was made whole.

“That was…”

“Just the beginning,” he whispers. “You have no idea how many times I’m going to make you scream my name. That was just the beginning.” He climbs out of the bed and before I can spiral he comes back a moment later with a warm washcloth, gently cleaning me before pulling the blankets over us.

And I melt into a puddle at the gesture of kindness.

My eyes prick with tears as I take in how different every moment of this night has been.

From him making me food to listening to me talk, his unwavering support while I acted like a crazy person, and how he made me feel things I thought I was too broken to experience.

He climbs back into bed after getting rid of the washcloth. His body curling protectively around my own. “Sleep. You’re going to need to keep your strength up.”

“Okay,” I mutter. My body feels both weightless and yet perfectly grounded. He kisses my shoulder and nuzzles into my neck. And for the first time in what feels like forever, I drift into a peaceful sleep.

I wake up to Jackson’s mouth on my nipple as he gently trails his fingers around my clit. “You know a girl could get used to this,” I moan as I arch my back, pushing my breasts into his face.

“That’s the plan,” he murmurs against my skin. He trails kisses downwards towards my core. And then his hot mouth is on my most sensitive area.

“Jackson!” I moan loudly. I’m already so close to coming, but then he pulls back, and I growl in frustration.

“Tsk, tsk, greedy girl. I didn’t say you could come yet,” he admonishes. But then he’s back, licking and sucking at me. He builds me right to the precipice of exploding before pulling away again.

“What are you doing?” I ask. Shock and frustration warring for dominance inside me as he teases me relentlessly.

“Taking my time, enjoying my breakfast,” he says with a smirk.

“Well, maybe you should stop playing with your food and finish it ,” I snap abruptly as frustration wins out.

He chuckles at me before resuming his licks and sucks.

He adds two fingers and pumps in and out, finding a part of me I didn’t realize existed before last night.

Pressure builds to a combustible level, and I don’t know if I would survive him stopping again.

“I swear to the moon goddess herself, I will claw your eyes out if you stop again,” I moan.

His answer is to suck my clit harder and add another finger, curling them inside me.

I’m so tightly coiled that when my orgasm finally hits, it lasts so long that it feels like it will never end.

I might have blacked out for a second. I definitely saw stars.

Jackson keeps licking and sucking at me, drawing out my release.

“I’ve created a monster,” Jack says with a chuckle against my clit.

When he has wrung every drop of pleasure from my body, he moves upwards, settling his hips between my legs.

He holds himself up with one arm as he slides his cock up and down my slit before finally pushing inside of me in one swift motion.

Unlike last night, Jackson gives me no time to adjust to him.

But considering how wet and relaxed I am after my marathon orgasm, he slides into me seamlessly .

He thrusts into me hard and fast. Relentlessly. Like he's been waiting for this since the first moment he laid eyes on me. Like he needs me.

“Fuck, your pussy is so tight,” he grunts out.

“So, fucking tight.” His words, combined with his thrusts, drive me wild.

“I need you to come for me again. I need to feel your tight cunt as it strangles my cock.” His words push me over the edge, muscles clenching around him as I cry out.

He follows with a deep moan and a shudder, filling me once again.

Then he leans in and kisses me before pulling back and staring into my eyes.

“We should get up before I need to fuck you again.”

“That’s not exactly a threat, you know?” I smirk at him.

He groans and nips at my bottom lip. “Such a temptation. Food first, and then I’m going to fuck you against the wall in the shower.” I can’t help the smile that breaks out on my face.

“What do you want to eat?” I ask as I play with his hair.

“How about I make pancakes?” he responds. My eyes widen in amazement, and my eyebrows shoot up in surprise. Pancakes. He’s making pancakes for me. Who is this guy? The corners of my mouth curl upward as my brain struggles to process how different a morning with Jackson is to what I’m used to.

“You’re making me breakfast?”

“Yeah, most males love to feed their females. You need to get used to being treated right, babe.” My heart stutters at his words. The ease at which he claimed me as his warms my insides and makes me want to never leave this bed.

“You called me your female.”

“Yeah, I did. You have a problem with that?” He asks as he stands up and pulls on his sweatpants from last night before throwing me his shirt.

“Nope, no problem at all,” I say, grinning to myself.

My heart must have expanded exponentially.

It feels like it’s going to burst. And I know now that there really is something here.

Something more than the crazy sexual tension I’ve felt whenever I’m alone with him.

My wolf purrs contentedly as I pull on his t-shirt, relishing having his scent all over me as I follow him to the kitchen.

“Good. Now sit your sweet ass down and take a break. I have plans for you,” he says before winking at me. His words send a shiver of excitement through me. I know whatever his plans are; I cannot wait for them.