Holy hotness. “I wanna do that,” she rushed out. “I wanna scream your name.”
Jax slammed on the brakes, and the truck skidded sideways. He threw it into park the second it rocked to a stop and reached for her. “Take your pants off,” he demanded.
Okay then. Bossy Jax was sexy.
She stripped out of her shorts faster than a lady of the night named Cinnamon, and then she crawled across the console and straddled Jax’s lap. He already had his pants undone and shoved down his hips so his erection jutted up from between his powerful thighs. Hell yes to all of this—her body was already molten.
Jax gripped his cock as she lifted up and slid onto him, and together they let off twin groans of ecstasy as she lowered down slowly and took all of him. He gripped her hips so hard, it would’ve been uncomfortable if she was human, but She-Devil let off a snarl of appreciation.
“I fucking love when your eyes go gold like this,” Jaxon gritted out. He leaned forward and plucked at the claiming mark on her neck with teasing, biting kisses. “Sexy.” Bite. “Terrifying.” Bite. “Badass.” Bite. “Panther.”
The pressure in her middle was already building in intensity as she bucked against him, her hips crashing with Jax’s as he met her movement, stroke for stroke. They were already going too hard and too fast. This wouldn’t last long, but he didn’t seem to care. He pulled her down even harder on his dick, over and over until she was right on the verge, head thrown back, eyes closed to the world, yelling out his name. Orgasm exploded through her as he drove deep and shot warmth into her in throbbing spurts. Her mind was gone. There was no worry in this moment. There was only the bone-deep sensation of belonging.
He’d called her a sexy, terrifying, badass panther and told her he loved the gold in her eyes. It was a far cry from when he’d admitted he wished she was human, and it meant the world to her that he accepted her now.
They slowed their pace and dragged out each other’s aftershocks until they were twitching with sensitivity. And then she slid her hands up his chest and around his neck and nuzzled her cheek against his. She’d never done that with a man, but it felt right. It felt like saying I love you without the words, and she truly did. Something hummed between them, some electricity that hadn’t been there before.
“Can you feel it?” he asked as he rubbed his cheek against hers. “Can you feel our bond?”
“Yes,” she said, suddenly stunned. She eased back and looked down at their chests where it felt like a rope had been tied from his heart to hers, but there was nothing there. If he hadn’t pointed it out, she would’ve thought herself even crazier. She would’ve thought it was She-Devil messing with her mind again.
“I never wanted a bond until you,” Jax said, blazing green eyes locked on hers. “I wanted a half-life. I wanted an easy mate who wouldn’t call to my bear. Who wouldn’t make me wish for a better life.”
“And now?”
“And now you’re all I want. And if wishing for a better life means I can make you happy, keep you safe, and stable…well then, that’s what I want. I like you just the way you are, Anna.”
Her lip trembled, so she bit it to hide her emotions. “She-Devil and all?”
Jax leaned into her and angled his face, kissed her lips gently. And when he disengaged, she could see the utter honesty in his eyes when he murmured, “She-Devil and all.”
Chapter Twelve
Jaxon coasted through the piney Wyoming woods. Usually this last straightaway through Damon’s Mountains made his stomach clench. The roamer in him would buckle about staying in his trailer and wouldn’t want to settle into a few days of working here. The restlessness would be there, urging him to move on, even though he hadn’t even seen the place yet.
It had always been like that. Since he was a cub, Titan wanted to move constantly.
Today was different, though. Today he had her with him.
Jax cast Annalise a sideways glance, just to see her reaction to the Grayland Mobile Park when she saw it for the first time. She was leaned forward, unbuckled already, sitting on the edge of her seat, bright gold eyes on the white gravel road, hands clenched on top of her thighs. She was humming with tension. She-Devil would come out again soon.
It made him happy and sad all at once. He was bonding with the animal side of her, too, and so damn glad now that she was a shifter and could handle this complicated life beside him. But Annalise was sore from all the quick Changes, and She-Devil was more unstable than ever. The shredded seats were proof of that.
At the low growl that rattled her throat, he dragged his attention back to the trailer park.
In front of the fire pit at the end of the road stood a man who was a sight for sore eyes. Blond hair, blue eyes, muscled up and wearing a white T-shirt like Jax’s over holey jeans, also like Jax’s. Clinton was about to give him so much shit for stealing his style.
Already, his eyes were narrowed and his arms were crossed over his chest. Fuckin’ grumpy, half-psychotic Boarlander.
Jax parked by the fire pit and scanned the half circle of trailers behind it. There was another cluster of trailers off to the right, but no one seemed to be home. Usually this place was chaos.
Jax got out. “What the hell are you doing here, old man,” he joked. Clinton always bristled at that. Shifters aged well. He looked thirty-five, forty, tops.
“The fuck you wearin’, boy?”
“I wanted to match,” Jaxon said, waiting at the front of the truck for Annalise to join him. She was walking too gracefully for how much her body was hurting. Yep, She-Devil was a-comin’. She slid her hand into his and waved at Clinton, who narrowed his eyes to bright blue little slits. His nostrils flared as he scented the air.