Page 65 of Operation: Ogre

Jaxon grabbed the hair at the back of my head and pulled my head to the side. Growling, he bit the side of my neck, not enough to break the skin but enough to sting. I groaned as I pressed into his teeth. Fuck, I liked that. A lot. I’d be okay with him biting me hard, though. A lot harder. Like a mating bite. All for that.

My pulse lurched at the thought. Fuck, would he? We should probably talk about it, but being his mate would for sure calm some restless part of myself that was convinced I was going to lose him.

“Need you,” he said.

I tried to look over my shoulder, but Jaxon just snarled and didn’t let me move even enough to see more than his pointed ear. I frowned. I wasn’t scared of him in the slightest. I was more concerned for him. He was acting oddly. Like, very weird. He didn’t get aggressive with me. All of a sudden it hit me like a bolt of lightning. The blood moon. It was the blood moon. While I couldn’t see outside, I assumed it was starting to rise. Aaron had told me that Jaxon would need me, and it seemed he did.

I rocked my hips back against his hard cock. “You can have me.”

One of his hands tightened around my hair and the other gripped my hip. “I don’t…”

“Sweetheart, let me turn around.”

He panted, his fingers digging into me until they eventually relaxed. I rolled so I was facing him. Jaxon’s skin was flushed bright blue, and his golden eyes were wide, pupils blown. His chest was heaving, and his mouth was hanging open with a continuous pant. I cupped his cheeks as I pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. Jaxon gave me the sweetest moan.

“You can take what you need from me,” I told him.

Jaxon shook his head, his lips dragging against mine. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

“Chris.”

“No,” I said, placing my fingers over his lips. “You won’t, Jaxon. You would never hurt me. I trust you. Completely.”

His breath sped up even more.

I kissed him again. “Trust me like I trust you.”

He swallowed.

“Just trust me, sweetheart. Just trust me.”

“I trust you.”

I smiled, brushing my thumbs over his cheek. “Tell me what you need.”

“You,” he growled.

Fuck, that tone. It sent shivers down my spine. “Exactly how do you need me? I need you to tell me. Directly.”

Like he was afraid that I would leave, Jaxon held me tight. “I need inside of you. I need to claim you.” He yanked me closer, if that was possible. “You are mine.”

Fuck me. I mashed my lips to his. “Yes, Jaxon. All yours.”

“Mine.”

“Yes, sweetheart.” I started rocking against him, grinding my cock against his leg.

“Need to mark you. Claim you.”

I nodded. Well, that answered that question in my brain. I was all for this. But… we should talk about it. Was Jaxon even in the right state of mind to be making life-changing decisions? Probably not. I couldn’t say no, though. Not when he was holding me so close and was so desperate. “Whatever you need, sweetheart. I’m all yours.”

Jaxon growled low and long as he hauled my mouth to his. I whimpered as he thrust his tongue inside. I swirled and tangled my tongue with his, my pulse picking up with every movement until I was afraid that my heart would burst through my chest. I couldn’t stop, though. I needed him as much as Jaxon needed me. Also, I wanted him inside of me. I wanted to be as close to him as possible. To feel him taking me like I’d taken him earlier.

Pulling back, I whispered, “I’ll need a lot of prep.” I just wanted to make sure he was still thinking. Somewhat. “You’re really big, and… I’m inexperienced.”

“Mine.”