Mated To The Alpha Of The North
Chapter 63

Willow

Jax’s firm lips came down hard on mine as his talented tongue invaded my mouth, his intoxicating flavor exploding over my taste buds in a speedy burst while his frantic k**s sent my libido skyrocketing on the spot with the force of the passion I could sense looming just beyond his carefully cultivated control.

Ensuing, his large hands gripped my curves with abandon in conjunction with his zealous affection, but he quickly progressed his sensual torment before much time had elapsed, to my intense gratification.

I was roasting up on the inside, and my wolf and I were decisively in agreement that this whole dance had gone on for far too long. I needed to feel him inside me as of yesterday, but I would gladly reconcile myself with it being right this very second.

With that last thought bouncing around in my brain, I reached down for the hem of my mate’s t-shirt and yanked it up without thinking twice about the deed, pausing to catch my breath once we had broken apart so that I could slide the soft fabric over his head.

In return, Jax’s hands slipped inside the material of my shirt in the interim, slithering upward to cup my brimming breasts before squeezing them roughly and keeping one hand resolutely in place while the other glided down to crudely grip my a*s as he propelled his rigid member against me at a steady rhythm.

I greedily took in the sight of his broad chest, at least what I could see of it with us entangled in one another, and then proceeded to caress every inch of his skin that I could reach.

My eyes fleetingly caught a peek of the bold lines of the tattoo that I knew was embedded on the tanned skin of my mate’s ribs before he leaned down again to throw more tinder on the fire burning through me at an unprecedented rate with his succeeding movements.

As he swallowed the small gap that had formed between our bodies to scatter gentle, open-mouthed k****s down the slope of my neck, his hands noticeably shifted positions, making me whimper aloud.

The one that had been kneading my chest had slid down the span of my body to join the other in grasping my bottom in a tight hold as he swept me off my feet in one fast action.

My legs automatically wrapped around his lean waist as I ran my hands down the smooth expanse of his toned back, digging my nails in slightly when his subdued caresses evolved into a sharp nip before he pulled back with a g***n.

“You are too beautiful for your own good, love. I am not sure I will ever be able to resist you after this.” He ground out as he started gently rocking into the cradle of my thighs again, causing more dampness to trickle into my already drenched panties as he sandwiched me in between his delicious body and the closed door.

Instead of waiting for a reply, he pushed away from the door with me securely in his grasp, my lips sealing over his pulse point as he walked the short distance to the bed, that I vaguely noted was positioned in the corner of the room, where he promptly laid me down on the supple surface.

He appeared near feral as he attacked the button on my jeans, ripping them open in a flash and tearing them down my legs as I struggled to extricate myself from the arms of my shirt that I had tangled in a knot due to my gawking and the near desperate desire that I possessed to feel his smooth skin directly against my own distracting me from my task.

Once he had totally wrangled my jeans and tennis shoes away from my lower extremities, he stood up momentarily, kicking off his own shoes and dropping the denim of his jeans to the floor before I could blink, giving me a perfect view of his adamantine c**k, standing tall and pointing straight up towards his washboard abs.

While I drooled over the image presented before me, Jax helped me finish removing the t-shirt that I had managed to jumble myself up in.

When I was down to just my midnight black lingerie, the ones that Jax had specifically laid out for me this morning before we had left, he stopped for one moment, somehow managing to rein in the manic energy that he had newly been exuding, to take in the vision of me lying flushed and writhing beneath him.

I felt my old insecurities slink back in for one infinitesimal instant before I took in the look of unadulterated l**t consuming my mate’s scorching gaze, and then, it was like his wolf had completely managed to gain the upper hand as he descended in the twinkling of an eye.

He hungrily attacked my breasts with his mouth through the sheer fabric of my bra as one of his hands tiptoed down my stomach and dived into the lace separating his rough hand from my drenched core, eliciting a loud m**n in rejoinder to the pleasurable contact.

My sounds of desire seemed to drive him on as his thumb circled my clit at a high-speed velocity, utilizing my own moisture to easily flick the digit over my throbbing bundle of nerves, and I could not prevent the very vocal reaction I had in response to the friction and his demanding aura.

Meanwhile, he penetrated me with first one, and then two thick fingers, stretching me wide and gradually picking up speed before he started to move at a relentless pace, sending me straight to my own personal summit and back over again in the process as he hit that sweet spot inside of me with his pumping fingers, all within the span of only a few minutes.

“That is right, sweetheart. Just let go. I have got you.” He whispered lowly in my ear, biting down on the lobe and then trailing nibbles down my neck.

As I plummeted from my pinnacle, Jax moved up my body, reaching behind me to unclasp my bra and sliding it down my arms before subsequently jerking my panties down my legs.

Though I had recently reached completion, I found myself unsatisfied as my muscles clenched around where his long fingers had departed to strip me of my undergarments while I was lost in the haze of orgasmic bliss.

He had wasted no time, shoving my quaking legs wide apart and wedging his large frame in between my splayed thighs as he reached down and lined himself up with my still spasming entrance, rubbing the velvety tip of his stiff e******n through my slickness while his fiery hazel eyes sought mine.

Yet, in the face of the extreme arousal galloping through his system, and his wolf riding him no doubt, he had stopped and looked me dead in the eye, inquiring, “Do you still want me, love?”

I finally confessed to myself that I had fallen head over heels in love with this incredible male somewhere along the way as he triggered the wall sheathing my heart to implode and consequently crumble to dust with his absolute devotion to my needs and desires.

“Please, Jax.”

Following my plea, he suddenly stroked forward in one strong thrust, shredding through my hymen with a pinch of pain that only seemed to enhance the excitement flowing through my system.

I felt indescribably full and restless and something else altogether. I did not even know how to explain what I had felt in that second when Jax had plunged himself forward, fully rooting himself deep inside of me as he froze solid and his muscles visibly strained with the effort he was exuding to hold back.

Except, the last thing I wanted was for him to restrain himself. Hell, no. I needed every last inch of him pounding away until I saw stars surrounding me. I needed all of him, no-holds-barred.

Therefore, I took a page out of my wolf’s book and propped myself up as I allowed my canines to descend and sank them deeply into the hollow of my mate’s neck without hesitation, marking him as mine permanently.