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“I’m the one in chains,” I reply on a released breath. My muscles are clenched tight, my entire being a white-hot knot of tangled need.

“Loving you is dangerous,” he says, thrusting his hips so he glides through my wetness again. “So fucking dangerous, you know that?” His fingers bite into my hips, the sting adelicious tremor that makes me see stars.

“Yes,” I say, neck slightly arched as he continues to slowly tease me. “We’ve been on a crash course since you found me in the library. I loved you then. I didn’t know it, but I do now.”

He goes still, poised at my entrance. I can feel him throb against me in time to my own heartbeat. “Say it again,” he demands.

“I love you.”I breathe the words, tugging against my chains. I need to claw at him, need to touch him, need to crash against him so hard I’m left with delicious bruises.

Jax’s pupils blow out, and he rocks against me again. “I’ll ruin you,” he says.

I capture his lips, biting down on his bottom lip hard enough that he growls.

“Then ruin me,” I say against his mouth.

He slams into me, and I can’t contain the cry of pleasure that rips through me. I’m slick for him, but he’s so big and thrusts into me so hard, a line of pain slices right along the pleasure. He feels so damn good, all hard and full and gliding in and out in confident thrusts that make me keen.

“You want to come, butterfly?” he asks as he drags his length all the way out of me, hovering at my entrance again.

“Goddess, please,” I beg him.

He captures my mouth and pumps into me again, hard and relentless as he claims my body and soul. He holds nothing back, increasing his pace and shifting my body like it belongs to him, like he owns me and my pleasure. He finds a rhythm, sinking deep inside me and hitting my oversensitive core with every thrust until I’m a breathless, wild thing in his grasp. And when he kisses down my jaw,biting my neck with enough force to sting—

I come so hard my entire body shakes.

My muscles clench, my core fluttering around him as he pumps me through the throes of it, claiming and giving and taking until both our bodies are slick with sweat. I’m barely at the tails of the first orgasm when he wrenches another from me, this one sharp and brilliant in the best way, turning my body to jelly as he spills himself inside me.

And then I go limp against him, totally sated and spent.

He draws his head back, eyes searing as he grins at me—this one is just for me, a rare smile that’s pure bliss.Mine. He’s mine.

And there’s no going back.

41

Rylee

Two nights spent in the Nightmare’s playroom, and I canfeelJax with every step I take toward one of his private tables in Lust on the ground level of the club.

I have a delicious soreness between my thighs, with red marks from his lips and teeth hidden beneath the emerald green shirt and black leggings I wear. I feel complete in a way I never thought possible, especially as I make it to the private area and find Kal, Axl, and Pierce sitting next to Jax.

Their eyes all shift the moment I get within sight, as if our connection is now strong enough for them to sense when I’m near. It’s overwhelming, but in an exciting way that has me envisioning a real future with each of them…

A pang of guilt spears through me.

I have one last secret to tell.

And despite the love in my heart I have for each of the Legends, I’m terrified they won’t believe me when I say I’m a demi but I have nothing to do with the Faders. Even I can’t deny how damn convenient it is that an Ashlander who also happens to be a demi snuck into the Choosing event right when a new rebel group starts attacking that couldn’t possibly be anything elsebutdemis.

I swallow the guilt, trying not to cringe at how awful it looks when I think of it like that.

But I love these men.

And I know they love me, too.

I can feel it, even if they haven’t said it yet. They’ve shown me enough with their tokens… Well, three of them, at least.

“Darling,” Pierce says, sliding away from the table and wrapping me in a warm embrace. His lips linger at the shell of my ear. “Well done,” he whispers before he pulls away, subtly casting a look at Jax.