Primal Law (Alpha Pack #1)(78)

Her mouth surrounded him, took him in, hot and sweet. The sensation fired his blood, not to mention the sight of her blond head bobbing over his lap, his c**k disappearing between her lips. Just the idea that she planned to swallow his essence nearly made him lose it way too soon.

"God, Kira!"

She hummed in apparent pleasure, small fingers squeezing, manipulating his balls as she sucked. The dual stimulation was challenging enough in holding off his orgasm, but when the hand slid down his perineum, ventured into his cleft to massage the forbidden pucker there . . . Jax almost came totally undone.

"Baby, I can't last," he rasped. "Please . . ."

Please stop? Or please eat him alive? He wasn't sure. His world had been reduced to a whorl of intense, mindless pleasure. Nothing existed but what she was doing to him, how unbelievably incredible it felt to surrender to her.

Mine!

Unable to hold back any longer, he erupted with a shout. On and on his c**k pulsed as she drank him down, not missing a drop. After what seemed forever, his spasms finally stopped and she pulled off him, wiping the corner of her mouth.

"Oh, my God," he breathed, the words a reverent praise of her talents.

She gave him a self-satisfied grin. "Did that help?"

"Did it ever! I think my bones melted."

"Good, that was the plan." Kissing his cheek, she arranged his gown over his lap once more and fixed the covers. "Can you rest some now? You look tired."

"Not sure. Maybe I could take a nap," he mumbled, suddenly drowsy.

"Go ahead." She took his hand. "I'll be right here."

Worn out from the naughty interlude, Jax fell into an exhausted, sated sleep. When he woke again, hands were shaking him, urgent voices calling from far away. He tried to ignore them but they were persistent, and he finally managed to crack open his eyes, blinking against the sunlight that shone around the edges of the blinds.

"You're awake! Thank God." Kira smiled down at him, eyes shadowed.

"Did I sleep all night?"

"Yep." Melina beamed a penlight into his eyes. "It's a quarter past eight."

"Jesus," he muttered, jerking his head from the light. "That's my brain you're skewering."

"At least you still have one. Do you remember me bringing in a cot for your lady to sleep on? Us giving you more blood?" She slipped the wretched device into her coat.

He thought. "No. Must've been out of it."

"You were, but I thought you might've had some awareness. The fact that you didn't is telling, Jax."

"My body is failing." God.

"Faster than I expected. This is it-do or die. You're going to drink from your mate's wrist, gain some strength, and then I'm releasing you. Go where you like, but if you don't come back mated, there's no coming back," she said bluntly.

Kira winced, and he wanted to snap at Melina to use some sensitivity, but it wouldn't do any good. The doc didn't believe in candy-coating the facts.

"Remember what I said about what could happen to your abilities after mating. Now, I'll leave you two alone. As soon as you feel strong enough to get up, do it." Then she was gone.

Kira watched her go. "That woman is so hard to like. But for some reason, I do."

"Because she's a good person, just shit on by life. Now, give me your hand."

She did, and he nuzzled the delicate flesh inside her wrist. Flicked out a tongue and tasted. His senses might be shot, but her sweet vanilla and citrus came through, making him dizzy. He needed her so much.

Resisting the urge to bite, he grazed the skin with one canine, making the small cut so fast she barely felt it. Little drops beaded in the slice and he captured them, soothed the area with his tongue. As before, the flavor was so strong and heady, he couldn't wait to learn how it would feel to be truly joined.

Strength seeped into his bones, that soothing warmth returning. Along with a more insistent heat in his groin. He wasn't going to get any stronger without the mating. Now was the time.

"My clothes?"

"Here." She handed him a pile of freshly laundered jeans, a green shirt, socks, and shoes. "Zan brought them. Everyone's worried about you."

"They won't have reason to be, soon."

She blushed. "They're all going to know."

"And be jealous as hell." Sitting up, he swung his legs over the side of the bed. "If any of those dipsticks give you a hard time, remember that's just their way of showing you how much they like you. If they ignored you, then you'd have to worry."

"I suppose so."

He dressed quickly, glad that he felt pretty good. One a scale of one to ten? About a seven at the moment. He'd work with it.

"What do you say we go for a walk?" he asked with a grin.

"To your favorite spot by the stream?"

"Unless you'd rather drive into Cody. I can book us into a nice room, order some bubbly and-"

"I think the stream is the perfect spot. And you're the only high I need," she said, almost shyly.

"And I think that's the greatest thing anyone's ever said to me." Chest swelling, he stood and held out a hand. "Shall we?"

"Let's go."