Jaxon voxx
I gave a subtle signal with my fingers, and she walked toward me—confident, graceful, and even more stunning up close.
She was 5'6", slender but with soft curves that made my wolf stir. Her creamy caramel skin glowed under the low lights of the club, smooth and warm like silk. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail, and those almond-shaped hazel eyes—with flecks of green and gold—stared back at me, curious. A heart-shaped face, high cheekbones, small nose, and a full pink mouth completed the view. She wore a black corset, dark jeans hugging her hips, and boots that clicked softly with each step.
I didn't hide the fact that I was checking her out. I didn't care to.
I was mid-thought, devouring her with my eyes, when her soft voice pulled me back to the present.
"Ermm... are you done? And what should I get you?" she asked, flashing a warm smile.
"Vodka," I said coolly, locking eyes with her.
She nodded and disappeared behind the bar. I watched her walk away, her curves swaying effortlessly. After a minute, her coworker approached my table to deliver the drink. I slipped her a note and nodded toward the girl in the corset.
I watched as the note reached her hands. She read it. Her gaze flicked to me with an unreadable expression before she whispered something to her friend—and they both burst into laughter.
Interesting.
She approached me slowly and smirked. "I'm in."
Without another word, I led her to one of the VIP rooms.
The door clicked shut behind us.
I cupped her face and kissed her like my life depended on it—like I needed her to breathe. She broke the kiss briefly and whispered against my lips, "What do you want from me?"
I gave a lazy smile. "It's in the note. One drink. One hour. One hundred dollars. And the chance to find out if you taste as sweet as you blush. You've given me the drink. Why not the rest?"
She hesitated for a moment, eyes flickering with thought, then pushed me gently until I landed fully on the couch. Climbing onto my lap, she kissed me again—hungry this time.
I groaned as her fingers tangled in my hair. I kissed down her jawline, her neck. Her moans filled the room, soft and sweet.
I lifted her from my lap and carried her to the bed.
"I want to watch you undress," I said, my voice thick with command.
She hesitated, then nodded. Slowly, she removed her corset, then her boots. The jeans came off last, leaving her in a black lace bra and matching panties. She stood still, letting me take in every inch.
I stepped toward her and turned her around, letting her backside press against my bulging cock. She rubbed harder, letting out a soft moan.
Her fingers worked their way to my belt, unbuckling it with purpose. The moment her hand touched me, I growled low in my throat—the kind I hadn't made since mating Aveline.
I spun her around, grabbed her ass, and pulled her to me. Our mouths crashed together in a rough kiss.
My hands roamed her body, one sliding between her legs, teasing her slit. She gasped and bucked into my fingers as I trailed kisses down her stomach.
I slipped a finger inside her, curling it just right while she jerked against me. When I pulled away, I offered my finger to her.
"Taste yourself," I said.
She did—eagerly.
I dropped to my knees, placed her legs over my shoulders, and buried my face between her thighs. Her fingers clutched the sheets as she screamed my name and came hard on my tongue. I licked her clean and kissed her deeply, letting her taste the pleasure I'd drawn from her.
She reached for my trousers and helped me out of them. I took one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking greedily. She wrapped her fingers around my cock, stroking it with skill that made my body tense and my breath catch.
Her eyes widened slightly when I was fully exposed.
I handed her a condom. "Put it on," I said.
With shaky fingers, she slid it on, and I guided myself into her, thrusting deep into her wet heat.
She screamed, "Harder—please, harder!"
"Say it," I growled, gripping her hips tightly.
"Say what?"
"Say you belong to me."
"I belong to you. You and you alone," she cried out, squirting around my cock as she came again.
But I wasn't done.
She pushed me onto the bed and straddled me, eyes locked with mine. "Tell me how to please you," she whispered, her voice sinful.
"Ride me."
She did—and I watched every bounce of her body, the way her breasts moved, the way her moans filled the room.
I grabbed one breast in my mouth, palming the other. She leaned in, kissing me wildly, then trailed kisses across my face, down to my neck and ears. When she sucked on my nipple, I growled louder than before—and spilled into her with a deep, shuddering climax.
We collapsed beside each other, breathing heavily. No words.
Sleep came quickly.
When I woke before dawn, she was still asleep—naked, tangled in the sheets.
I got dressed, dropped a hundred-dollar bill and a note on the bedside table: Last night was good. I enjoyed every bit of it.
Then I left.
By the time I got to the penthouse, Grandpa and Rafael were waiting for me.
I sighed under my breath.
"Of all the people I didn't want to see this morning... it had to be these two."