Page 78 of Burn of Obsidian

“You should never have kissed me, little thief. You have no idea what you’ve done.” He dropped his voice, loving how her body reacted so viscerally to the tone. “All I can think about is you.”

Thea glared at him, her pulse a fierce beat.

“I can’t forget the way your lips tasted, or how your cunt strangled my fingers when you came so prettily on my lap.”

Thea shivered, and it wasn’t from the cold. “Jax.” She whispered his name like a curse.

“Years I’ve not had to feel, and then you happened.” His breath feathered across her lips. “My colourful, reckless mate.”

“Not your mate,” she said, her pupils nearly obscuring her beautiful eyes.

Her breath hitched when he brushed his lips briefly against hers. “Yet.”

The tension snapped, Jax swallowing Thea’s moan when he hooked his hands beneath her thighs and lifted. She melted against him so easily, her kiss just as intense as she fought for dominance she had no chance of winning.

“This means nothing,” she whimpered when he moved to her throat, her head angled to give him easier access as he nuzzled his nose to the skin. “Just because I find you hot in a dark and brooding way doesn't mean I’m your mate.”

Jax chuckled, rocking her core against his growing cock. It ached against his jeans, cutting against the zipper and testing the fabric’s strength. Thea gasped, groaning when he did it again, and then again. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, breathing coming in little frantic pants. He wanted to fuck her against the window, the lights and scenes of the bar surrounding her like a beautiful frame. He’d push her tits against the cool glass and make her watch everyone below while he stretched her around his cock. He’d take it slow, sinking every single inch inside her at a torturous pace. Until she was a whimpering mess, begging to be fucked.

The idea alone almost had him coming, but a quick fuck wouldn’t satisfy his hunger for her; it would only fuel it.

Primal desire pulsed cruelly beneath his skin, the need to possess her an overwhelming urge that he barely contained. He had to steady himself, show her what it meant to be his.

Hooking one of her legs around his hip to better steady her weight, he yanked the T-shirt up to expose one of her breasts. Thea hissed at the cold glass against her back, the sound turning to a moan when he wrapped his lips around the pierced nipple and sucked.

Fuck.

He was going crazy, the taste of her addictive as he bit down hard enough for her to cry out. He moved to her neglected breast, nibbling along the tender flesh. Wetness flooded her thighs, the skin slick when he reached with one hand to brush against her slit. She must have taken off her underwear with her clothes, because her lower body was bare.

He wanted to groan, to sink to his knees and devour every inch. But that would mean having to unwrap her legs from his waist. “Look how wet you are for me,” he groaned, sinking his finger inside.

Thea gasped, her cunt already clenching around him before he added a second finger.

“What? Nothing to say?” He pumped them in a steady rhythm, thumb reaching up to brush against her clit.

“Jax!” Thea shook, her body completely caught between his and the glass.

“Beg.”

“You’re such an arsehole.” Thea tried to rock her hips, but he had her pinned. His fingers no longer thrusting. Instead, he curved them to press against the spot inside that had her whimpering.

“Your body doesn’t think this is nothing.” He slowly spread his fingers, thumb circling her clit but not touching. “It already knows it’s mine.” She let out an impatient little snarl, her words unintelligible when he eased a third finger inside. Fuck, she was tight. “Mine to touch.”

He moved slowly, watching her eyes widen at the stretch.

“Mine to fuck.”

He had thick fingers, and three were larger than the average cock.

“Mine to possess.” His thumb pressed against her clit, and before long, she was fucking against his hand. “That’s it, little thief. You’re taking them so well.”

“Jax,” she hissed, breasts heaving with every pant. “I swear if you don’t…”

He flicked her clit, and her body clenched, the muscles of her thighs seizing around his hips. And fuck if it wasn’t the most beautiful sight. Her face twisted as if she were in pain, lips parting as a rush of wetness soaked his fingers and jeans in her delicious scent.

It took a second for her to catch her breath, but when she did, she shoved at him. Jax immediately stepped back, allowing her to slide gently down the glass. Her hands went to his jeans, only for him to grip her wrists.

“I’m not in control.” If she touched him then, he was sure to hurt her.