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The Dishonoured

I kiss Drax one last time and get dressed. Jax and I leave him to rest, both stopping in the hallway outside.

“You want to go and question the other Berserker?” He doesn’t look at me, but at my fingers twisted in his. His voice is off as well, and I step closer, forcing him to look at me.

“Jax? Are you okay?” I ask.

“Are you mad at me for not getting to you both in time? It’s okay if you are, I’m mad at myself,” he rumbles.

My mouth flops open as I stare at him––sands below, he thinks I’m angry with him for not being able to save us from the Berserkers? I know he needs my answer, the distance is growing between us and I plan to make sure he fucking hears me.

“I am not mad at you. You did all you could. Why would you think I am?”

“You haven’t kissed me since we got here, you’ve slept with all the others, but avoided me…” His jaw moves as he looks away.

Sands below, juggling four men is exhausting.

“Jax, you listen to me and you listen good. I am not mad at you, and don’t you dare blame yourself.

I haven’t kissed you because if I do, I won’t want to stop, and you needed to be with your brother and he needed you.

I haven’t purposely avoided being with you, it’s just the way it worked out.

” I grab his chin and force him to look at me.

“I want you. I want you so bad it’s killing me.

Even just after being with your brother, all I can think about is that talented tongue of yours and making you mine. ”

His nostrils flare and his eyes darken, before I find myself slammed into the hallway wall, Jax’s darkness coming out to play.

His lips slam into mine, bruising as he keeps me pinned here, his strength astounding. I grip his shoulder and tug on his hair as I give as good as I get.

“Not here. There are cameras,” I gasp as he bites my neck hard.

I see fucking stars as he wraps my legs around his waist and pulls me from the wall, before moving to the next room and striding through.

He doesn’t even wait for the door to shut as he tosses me on the empty bed and stalks towards me, his expression fierce and his eyes dark.

I know this is going to be rough and hard, and I can’t fucking wait. He snarls as he grabs my legs and yanks me to the edge of the bed, I automatically wrap my legs around his waist as he watches me hungrily.

“Kiss me,” I demand. He grins, flashing pearly whites, making him look like some sort of demon, or avenging angel.

“That’s not how it's going to work this time, angel.” The heat and warning has my breath speeding up as he takes complete control, his darkness deepening the colour of his eyes as it sets its sight on what it wants: me.

Something flashes in his eyes, but he keeps me trapped as he surges forward and cuts my shirt down the middle.

I frown, my eyes narrowing as the material splits, exposing my heaving breasts, the air making my rosy pink nipples harden.

I glare at him, but the pure and utter hunger and adoration in his eyes have me panting as his eyes burn a trail across my skin.

He goes to cut my trousers and I growl. Dropping my legs, I slip forward and grab the blade that I didn’t even see him produce.

He lets go so I don’t hurt myself, and I quickly grab his shirt and saw up the middle.

It parts like butter for the blade and hangs from his shoulders in a tattered mess.

He watches me as he shrugs out of it, his impressive chest moving and clenching as his muscles ripple with the movement.

I knew when Jax and I came together it would be hot, heavy, and dark.

He has too much pain and suffering to be soft and gentle when his control snaps.

It’s the total opposite to me and Drax earlier, but hot in its own way.

I don’t worry about hurting him or turning him off.

I let out all the pain and anger from my memories coming back, and seeing him again, and I channel it into Jax––because he can take it, and he will love it––twisting my darkness with his own until we are one.

My pussy clenches, feeling empty as he watches for what I will do next.

I run the blade lightly across his chest, leaving pink marks in my wake as I decorate him with my brand.

He growls, his hands grabbing my hips, but lets me carry on.

I drag the blade up his chest until it meets his neck, then across it as I feel his pulse jump.

I grin as I run it over his cheek to his lips, which open slightly in a sharp inhale.

His tongue darts out and licks the blade before he grabs me and pins me to the bed, my arm holding the knife smashing into the material and loosening my grip.

He kisses me, harsh and fast as we fight each other for control.

I hear the knife clatter to the floor as I wrap my legs around him once again.

We roll as we keep our lips together, until we smash into the floor.

Even that doesn’t deter us as I stand and quickly drop my trousers. I watch as he wiggles out of his and lays back, watching me.

“I need to taste you again,” he groans out as he grips his cock, the end shimmering with pre-cum.

“Then come and get me.” I wink as he surges up and grabs my waist, flipping me until I’m face down, his hot body pressed up against me, his cock pulsing against my ass as he leans over to whisper in my ear.

“Oh, don’t worry angel, I plan on tasting all of you.” He bites my shoulder, making me arch back, pushing against him as my pussy throbs.

He kisses and nips down my back, causing me to pant into the floor, knowing he will have left behind marks. Each one drives me crazy, making my lust spike to a fever pitch.

“Jax,” I moan. I feel him smile against my back as he reaches my ass. He spanks me, making me yelp. He kisses it better then does the same to the other cheek.

“If you don’t fucking–”

I finish my sentence with a groan as he licks up my pussy before parting my lips and devouring it like he did my mouth.

He has me groaning in no time as he teases around my nub, the tip of his thumb sliding in and out of my channel but coming nowhere close to filling me.

It’s the best kind of torture, and I know he is trying to show me his control.

I cry out as he flicks my clit, only to lick around it in maddening circles as I thrust back, trying to make him fill me.

“Jax–” I warn, but he bites down gently on my nub and I explode, crying out as my pussy clenches. I feel him crawl up my body again, his mouth touching my ear.

“So fucking sweet,” he croons as his hand tangles in my hair. He yanks my head to the side and smashes our lips together. I can taste myself on him and I groan before pushing back again. He rubs his cock on my ass before pulling away slightly.

“Next time, this,” he thrusts against my ass, “is mine.”

I narrow my eyes in warning but he moves away, making me shiver as the heat of his body disappears.

His hands cut into my hips as he yanks them in the air.

He doesn’t waste any time, and thrusts into me, spearing me as I scramble to hold on to something.

He twists his hand in my hair again and yanks my head back, the pain and pleasure blur together as he starts to move in me.

Fucking me hard and fast, as his hips slap against me .

“Fuck angel, you’re so tight. So wet. So perfect.” His groan has me closing my eyes and clamping around him.

“Fucking shit,” he swears, his thrusts stuttering before he starts to hammer home for real.

I grin as I purposely do it again. I can feel myself winding up again, his cock dragging on the bundle of nerves inside me.

His hand leaves my hip and rubs my nub, and I scream as I am thrown into another orgasm, so hard and fast I can’t do anything but clench around him and cry out.

He slams into me twice before stilling and coming with a yell.

He collapses on to my body, and we both lay panting on the floor, him still inside of me.

“I love you,” he says softly into my shoulder. My heart stutters then bursts with love as I smile against the floor.

“I love you too,” I say just as softly. I turn my head and kiss him gently. His eyes are vulnerable once again, the side of him only I get to see. They fill up with love as I watch and he traces his eyes across my face.

“Whatever happens next, I will always be behind you, as will my brothers. We will fight your demons with you, angel.”

I close my eyes as a soft, sad smile twists my lips. How does he always know what is happening in my head?

“Together,” I breathe out, meaning it. I open my eyes as he nods and lays his forehead on mine.

“Together.”

I blow out a breath, déja vu hitting me as I face the white door to the cells.

This time Jax has my back, although only from the viewing room.

But it strengthens me and I slide my mask into place, the one I have used for most of my life.

I step up to the door and it slides open, revealing the Berserker who is pacing his cell like a caged animal.

He snarls at me before he comes to a standstill in the middle of the room.

“You.” His voice is rough. It sounds like it has been burnt out at one point, which with Ivar’s men, could be true. Yet I sense no hate or malice, more like simple curiosity and maybe relief? The thought has me frowning as I watch him.

“You do not remember me?” he asks, his voice thick with a harsh accent. He doesn’t step closer, instead his hand forms a symbol I know well. I watch as he taps three fingers over his heart, a sign of respect, of friendship––of Noah.

I flick my eyes back to him as he nods. “So it is you, little queen.”

Now that I know he isn’t going to attack me, I focus on him fully.

His hair is short––obviously hacked away, his honour braid lost––and that makes me curious.

A dishonoured Berserker with the general?

He has the markings of the clan, but also some I don’t know.

His leather pants stick to his powerful thighs and his body is big.

Not fat, just big, the type that will never have definition but is a pure powerhouse.

He’s tall as well, taller than even Maxen or Thorn.

The wrinkles around his aging face betray the years, as does the grey starting at his temples.

His beard is a mix of brown and grey, and is long and untrimmed.

Overall, he looks rough and hardened, like a true Berserker.

“Who are you?” I demand, my stance not loosening. It only makes him grin.

“Spoken like a true queen. I am Vasilisy. Noah’s uncle.”