Dangerous Obsession (Men of Valor Springs #4)

Chapter Eight

Arya

We lie in silence for hours with his arms wrapped tightly around me and my nose buried in his neck, letting myself get drunk off his scent. Jax smells heavenly, I’ve always thought so.

The spot between my legs is a little sore, and I can still feel the wetness between my thighs despite him cleaning us both earlier, but I don’t mind that either. Any piece of this man that I get, I intend to keep. It almost feels like I am dreaming, joined at last with Jax, body and soul.

He is finally mine.

I nuzzle the spot under his ear and close my eyes, basking in his warmth. “Do you remember that summer when I’d just turned sixteen and came to Valor Springs for the holiday?” I whisper, tracing a finger over his sturdy chest. I feel his cock thicken against my hip as I tease his pec, grazing my finger over his nipple.

“Arya…”

“It’s okay if you don’t remember,” I say, not particularly offended by it. I was too young back then, and it would have been weird if he’d noticed me the way my teenage brain had wanted him to. “Anyway, I came home that summer and begged Vlad to take meet my mother. All I knew about her was that she’d abandoned me, and I wanted to hear her side of the story. Vlad finally gave in, and you drove us there.”

Jax is quiet for a moment before he finally speaks. “I remember.”

“You drove us to meet up with her in the next town, and she had a whole other family. A husband and kid and a white picket fence. She refused to see me, said that I reminded her too much of my father and the danger loving him put her in.” Jax doesn’t say a word, simply wraps his arms tighter around me. “I remember Vlad yelling at her for being selfish and you pulling me away from the noise. You do that a lot.” Pull me away from chaos, both in the literal sense and figuratively .

“I’m sorry you had to go through that, princess.”

I hum, burrowing deeper into his arms. “I’ve always felt unwanted my entire life. By my own parents, and even by Vlad when he sent me abroad to live alone. I know he meant well, but for a while, it almost felt like he was sending me away so he wouldn’t have to deal with me.”

“That’s not true, Arya. You are the most important person in Vlad’s life.”

“No, that would be Rue,” I say with a smile, tracing circles around his nipples. “Do you think he would send his fiancée to another country if there was a threat to her life? If he can keep her here by his side, why couldn’t I stay in Valor Springs too?”

“Arya…”

“And then there are people who want me dead, and I still have no clue why that’s the case. It seems no one wants me in Valor Springs, or at all.”

I don’t mean to sound pitiful or ruin the magical moment this man has given me, but there is a need in me to share this with someone. I’ve shared some bits of it with my brother’s fiancée, who is now also my best friend, but all she can do is feel sympathy for me. I don’t want or need sympathy; I need a steady hand to grab onto so I don’t slip.

For once in my life, I want to feel wanted by someone.

“I want you here, princess,” he says raggedly, leaning over and brushing his lips over mine. “I want you.”

I push up, folding my arms over his robust chest and looking down to meet his eyes in the light of the slow-rising sun. “Are you saying this because of the orgasm? I read once in a book that sometimes, when men ejaculate—”

Jax pushes up and locks his mouth with mine, effectively shutting me up. I figure that was his aim in the first place, but once his lips are pressed against mine, I find it hard to break the kiss. He wraps his hand around my nape and deepens the kiss, his mouth hungry and seeking, and mine just as desperate. “I want you,” he whispers against my lips. “I’m going to take care of you, princess. You belong to me now.”

“You promise?” I whisper, grasping onto his words like a last breath of air. I need this, perhaps more than actual air. I need his words and promise.

“It’ll take more than a hundred men to drag me away from you.”

And there it is, the promise I need. “Thank you.” I love you.

Jax trails his lips down my neck, and I can almost predict what my lovely giant is going to do, but for once I want to be the one taking the lead, making him feel as good as he makes me, so I push back from his embrace and press my lips over his firm chest.

“Arya, what are you doing?” he rasps, his eyes tracking me as I kiss a trail down his firm stomach and stop right above the thick outline of his erection pressed against his sweatpants.

“I want to please you. Will you show me?” I whisper, looking up at him from under my lashes. “Will you teach me how you like it, Daddy?”

His eyes darken to a dangerous stormy gray as he combs his fingers through my hair and grabs a fistful, tugging hard and pulling my head closer to his lap. “How bad do you want my cock in that sexy little mouth, princess?”

“Please,” I whimper, tugging down the waistband of his sweatpants to reveal his hard cock. I sit on my bent knees beside his thigh and grab his rigid manhood with my hand. His cock dwarfs my hand, and for a second, I experience a moment of doubt. I’ve had his cock in my mouth before, though never fully, but I am determined to do this for him. For me.

With his hand buried in my hair, Jax brings my head to his jutting cock, and my lips part around it. He releases a deep guttural noise from the back of his throat when my mouth closes around the massive girth of his cock, rolling my tongue experimentally over his head, and he hisses, his hips jump off the bed, pushing more of himself into me. I choke on his cock and push back, gasping for breath.

“It’s okay, princess, you can take more of Daddy.” I nod, bringing my mouth back to his rigid shaft and taking his thickness between my lips, going slow this time, but it’s a battle between trying to breathe and wanting to please this man. The latter wins as I try to take him deeper in my mouth, gagging on his cock, but I don’t pull back this time. “Fuuuck, princess!” he shouts roughly, digging his fingers into my hair, and I can tell he’s holding back from thrusting his erection into my throat.

My teary eyes seek his, and I realize that I love every moment of this. His veins strain against his temples with restrained power, and I love seeing this giant go weak at my touch. To see how much control he lets me have in this moment is such a turn-on, and I am not surprised by the wetness that spreads through my core. His stomach clenches as his breaths come in short pants, and he tugs me away from his length. “If you don’t stop, I will come in your throat,” he warns.

I’m about to point out that I don’t mind when he releases my hair and grabs my arm, tugging me up the bed. Jax rolls us so he’s on top of me and his thickness is pressed between my damp folds. “You are perfect,” he says, his eyes meeting mine. “And you are mine.”

My eyes well up with affection as he enters my wet sex. Jax wraps his hand around my hip and pulls me flush against him as he starts to drive into me in slow, torturous thrusts, so unlike the desperate chaos we shared a couple of hours ago. It’s slow and maddening, and it has my toes curling in pleasure.

“Jax,” I whimper, locking my thighs around his hips. Every roll of hips pushes me closer and closer to an orgasm, but it’s the way that he looks at me as he makes love to my body that makes me fall impossibly deeper for this man. The sensations continue to build, and when he finds my clit with his middle finger, I am already on the cliff, and that is all it takes to push me off the edge. He comes apart soon after in my arms, and I drink in his expression as he does so.

I love this man, but I knew that already. Jax H. Abbott is the only man I have ever had feelings for, and if he wakes up one day and changes his mind, it would crush me.

He has the power to shatter me, and I’d never be whole again.