When the Wolves Cry (Twin Flames Duet #1)

CHAPTER THIRTY

JAX

I miss the weather down south. It’s not the temperature that bothers me here. It’s the fucking flurries that blow around in my face. I’m already hauling body parts through the damn woods. The snow clinging to my eyelashes makes me want to send the sick fuck rolling back down.

I’m eager to see the dog abuser get gnawed on by wolves though.

They know where the drop off is now. And as I come into the little clearing on top of the hill, eight wolves and two pups are sitting patiently for their meal.

I drop the heavy trash bag in the snow, reaching in for whatever comes out first. Excited tail wags and little barks come from them, intently watching me grip the matted hair and pull out the bastard’s head.

I scan around, spotting the docile mama that always lets her pups get first pick. “Mama gets the head this time,” I mutter, tossing it her way.

It thunks, leaving a blood print in the snow, and rolls right in front of her white paws. The pups try going after it and she snarls, giving a warning growl while shifting over it to assert dominance.

I continue dispersing their cuts, taking immense satisfaction in watching them go to chow town.

This fucker posted a video in a forum of him hanging his dog and beating it with a bat. I pinged him inTalkeetnaand found his address.

Then, I hung him. And beat him with a bat.

I’d get him to the point of slipping into the void, then bring him down, give him a tease at life, and then do it all over a-fuckin-gain until I decided to collect his soul.

Now, he’s in the works of being wolf shit.

Leaving them to their lunch, I snap my gloves off and shove them into the bag while taking off. I have my own little wolf to get back to. As sweet as her voice is on the phone, I much prefer to see it come out of her pretty mouth.

The air is crisp as hell and burning my nose as I walk back to my truck. Theherbyand piney aroma don’t do shit to help.

Jesus. Smells like Christmas out here. It’s nauseating.

While starting my truck, I pull up the prettiest name on my phone and hit Call. I know she’s out with Nadia right now. But I want to hear her voice.

The dial tone rings for way too long, and I tap the dash, trying to keep my patience bottled so it doesn’t spill out. It goes to voicemail. I hang up and try again, only to be left with a twitching lip and a recorded message.

I don’t like that. It makes me think of all the worst-case scenarios.

I track her location and see her at RISING SUN, a Japanese restaurant. She’s not a shy eater. She usually picks the phone up even if her mouth is full.

So, why the fuck isn’t she answering?

I’m already heated that she’s deliberately ignoring me. It pisses me off even more that she’s not aware enough to notice someone following her tail for over twenty miles.

She’s never seen my truck before.

So, she has no clue that it was me. And that makes it worse.

With my blood boiling, I watch her pretty ass waltz into a lingerie store. Her hands are already full of bags from the five other stores they’ve stopped in. Yet she’s making room for something thatbetterbe for me.

I walk in, gaining the eyes of wary women that are wondering what business I have being in here. I disregard them and keep my sights set on the raven-haired vixen who’s tilting her head in interest at black angel wings.

The mannequin is dressed in a leather one-piece that would barely cover Tala’s tits. Her entire midriff would be exposed aside from two thin straps of leather that connect to the thong. The collar has a silver hoop in the center with two chains hanging from it, attaching two leather handcuffs to the ensemble.

My cock is lengthening just thinking about her in it. Especially with the wings, Jesus Christ.

She beckons one of the women working, waving her sharp nail at the mannequin. Ecstatic smiles are exchanged, and the woman begins stripping the wings off the mannequin while my girl looks for her size in the leather.

I might have a goddamn stroke.

“You’re imagining it. Aren’t you?”

I recognize the voice of the energetic chihuahua, and tilt my head to the left, having to look all the way down to the floor to see her.

She’s beaming up at me, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet for my response.

“Mm-hmm.”

A twinkle flashes in her big eyes. “You’re going to get her pregnant,” she sings, shaking her shoulders to the made-up tune.

I’ve never wanted kids. Not that I ever met anyone worth building a future with before Tala. I just never wanted to take the chance of raising a kid with a fucked-up childhood. But I see my future with her. I see my ring on her finger, her stuff in my closet and the bouquets of dead flowers filling our house—and her being a kick-ass mom to our kid, possibly kids.

I faintly grin. “Eventually.”

Her big eyes widen even more, and of course, she starts bouncing around like a little girl. The squeals coming from her make my grin dissipate, and I look back to the ghost of my siren.

It’s hard to ignore the scornful eyes that are flashing to Nadia’s outburst. I get it. But she’s my girl’s friend and it pisses me off how judgmental they look. I scan over them, some cringing to themselves as they zip their eyes away and mind their fucking business, some walking out in horror.

“Come on. I’ll help you get in her fitting room.” She snatches my hand energetically, trying her hardest to pull me along.

Even though her touch makes me want to light myself on fire, I breathe through it and let the chihuahua lead the goddamn way to the back. She’s just touchy and…nice. But every step feels like my scars are busting open, including the long scab in the center of my chest.

Passing the women working at the registers, one waves her hand in the air at us. “Oh! He can’t…” Her words falter from some eye contact.

Nadia looks back, still clutching my damn hand with an iron vise-grip. “Okay, maybe you didn’t need my help,” she points out meekly. “Go get her, tiger.”

Finally, her tiny hand relaxes from mine, and I take one last deep breath to stitch my shit back up.

I give her a curt nod, then proceed to walk past the hot pink doors until embers dance on my chest at the fourth one. I check the handle, noting the stiff metal, and pull my card out to slide through the shitty lock. The handle gives way, and I walk into the pink room full of—I don’t fucking know. Kinda hard to see anything other than the succubus wearing leather and wings.

Closing the door behind me, she inhales sharply while bringing a hand up to her chest, the juicy fullness of her tits bouncing from the frantic movement.

Dear God, I feel like a horny teenager with the way I’m tunneled in on it.

Anxiously wiping her temple, she hisses, “Jesus Christ, Jax! Your behemoth ass scared the fuck out of me!”

The current of sparks running through my body almost has me forgetting about how pissed I am with her. She’s so goddamn delicious, it’s ridiculous.

The leather flows naturally with her curvy figure, giving light to the faint muscles that run through her small waist.

Adjusting my straining cock, I walk up to her and gather her silky raven in my hand. “Why were you ignoring me?” I ask testily, volume low and rumbling with vexation.

She nervously wets her lips, looking into my soul with pools of pure honey. “I got busy.”

Wrapping her silk around my hand, her little throat bobs nervously—and the Devil reminds me of how fucking good her mouth feels.

“Hmm. Get on your knees, Tala.”

Panic spears through her eyes, and she glances around, pointing out that we’re in a public fitting room.

“Now,” I growl, a faint snarl tugging my lip up.

Her cheeks flush, hedonistic thoughts brightening her eyes. “I have gum in my mouth.” She chews it, then opens her mouth for me to see the green wad of sugar on her tongue.

“Let me help you with that,” I say vehemently.

Her spine stiffens, and I bend down with already parted lips, taking her plump top lip in between them. I groan, tasting the coconut that’s always glazed over her pout, and roll my tongue into her sweet, minty mouth.

Our tongues slide against each other until I feel the gum, and I take that shit for myself and pull away before the siren can fuck with my head anymore.

I chew it, tasting her sweet DNA and the muted mint from her already chowing down on it.

Electrical energy radiates in between us. It’s heavy and pops over my skin in the form of sparks. I know she feels it too. Her bedroom eyes are peering up at me with smoking desire, her sharp nails grazing my lower abdomen as she fumbles with my belt.

“We can’t be loud,” she whispers foxily.

Her hands eagerly pry the button apart, and the metal teeth releasing the constriction from my anticipation pumps my body with relentless carnality.

“I’ll keep you quiet.” I smile, knowing how loud she gets.

Her voice is so fucking hot. Even if I was blind, my dick would still get hard and want to cum all over her pretty tits.

Getting on her knees before me, she rolls her shoulders back to keep the little wings from bugging her skin. She smacks her lips, staring at my black briefs nervously, and looks up through her lashes. “Let’s just wait, Jax. It’s been three days and-”

“No,” I cut her off sternly. “You’ve been a bad girl, Tala. I’m going to correct that shit and remind you why you shouldn’t fucking ignore me.” Using my free hand, I reach into my briefs and pull my dick out, the instant relief coiling down my spine like ice.

Her eyes widen as it springs out in front of her.

I tug her hair, forcing her eyes to stitch to mine. “Use thatpracticeof yours and suck.”

I’m still hung up on that. It had me so pissed, I really did start diving into her sexual history.

Her eyes narrow to sharp daggers, and before I even blink, she’s opening her mouth and sucking my tip into the warm wetness.

“Oh, fuck,” I breathe heavily.

Her cheeks hollow, and her tongue molds to the underside as she pulls back up, just to work her way back down. But I want my shit imprinted in her throat, so she thinks twice before pulling another stunt like that.

I wrap her hair around my hand once more, feeling the vibrations of her wincing around my cock, and guide her pretty mouth down until tears well in her Venus eyes. “Just like that, baby.”

She gags a little, creating even more suction that ignites premature tingles to run through my veins. She troops through it, starting a pace that works for her and lets me feel her entire mouth. But she starts swirling her tongue around, doing exactly what fucking pissed me off the first time.

How would she know that feels glorious? Because someone else told her while she was slobbing their knob.

My jaw tics, and I look into the mirror that gives me a view of the fallen angel’s backside. Her head bobs with my hand woven in her silk, and her curves are out, showing off the stripes that drive me so goddamn crazy.

She runs her hands up my thighs, stealing my attention back to her ethereal face. Sensing what’s running through my mind, she shakes her head, tears spilling over her cheeks and running her black mascara.

“Your mouth is what I imagine Heaven to feel like… It pisses me off,” I rumble.

She smiles around me, rolling her eyes back on a muffled moan.

Knowing she’s fucking with me, my eyes thin and I pull her off my dick by her hair. I already miss the warmth. But the sight of her saliva stringing from my tip to her rosy lips, snapping and sticking to her chin—spurs me the fuck on.

I let her hair fall over the wings and pick her up by under her arms. While rushing over to the mirror, she pants heavily, warm, minty breath fanning over my lips as she wraps her legs around my waist, then she leans back into the glass, lacing her fingers behind my neck for support.

Sliding my hands down to her crazy hips, I reach in between us to push the leather to the side, exposing her pretty cunt.

To no surprise, she’s soaked for me.

I marvel at the salivating sight and grab my dick to slide my tip through her wet slit. I ignore the way my shit throbs over the whimper that filters from her and continue teasing her. “While I was taking care of my business, I also took care of one of yours,” I confess darkly.

“What?” she breathes quickly.

I slowly ease inside her, groaning over how tight and wet she is, and watch her mouth fall open on a silent moan that tenses her abdomen. “Noah Sullivan. That name ring a bell?”

She’s conflicted. Her face scrunches in anger, but yet she’s rolling her hips to ride my cock while I slide inside her.

“You’re so fucking crazy,” she whispers aggressively.

I smirk, chewing on her gum. “That comes with the territory of being obsessive.” Getting two handfuls of her ass, I widen my stance and press in until there’s not a sliver of space to be untouched by her pussy. “And I’m obsessed with what’s mine, little wolf.”

A moan tries escaping her lungs. I muffle it by roughly pressing my lips to hers, thrusting in and out of the tightest grip that’s capable of making me forget my own name.

Sounds of her wet pussy, our lips smacking, and the heavy breaths circulating our twisted tongues overpower the mirror creaking.

It honestly might break. I don’t give a shit though.

Her pussy feels like carnal fucking Hell, sending fiery embers to build up in my veins. They’re spreading up my stomach and over my chest like a wildfire I don’t want to put out.

“Jax,” she rasps softly into my mouth.

I love the way she says my name. But it makes it hard to not blow my load inside her when she’s moaning it.

An irrepressible growl rattles my chest, and I tear away from her swollen lips to kiss the faint remainder of my mark on her neck. “Let me hear it, baby. Tell me who you fucking belong to and I’ll consider sparing the other two.” I lick over it, tasting the sweet pheromones that make up her sweat, and draw it into my mouth to bring the color back.

“Key word beingconsider,” she titters breathlessly

I drag my teeth over the abused skin, letting it free. She whimpers, and I get so close to her face, I only see her gold eyes. “Are you laughing with my cock inside you?” I ask roughly.

“No, I-oh, my fucking God,” she whines, rolling her eyes back as I start driving into her.

I’m hitting so deep, I feel her heartbeat on the tip of my dick.

The mirror shakes, and I back the fuck away from it so that it doesn’t shatter on her. In a swift movement, I lower her onto the snow leopard rug and continue sliding in and out of her maddening cunt while bringing her hands together in a prayer.

The chains hang over her bouncing tits, moving with the fluid movement that makes me bite my lip. Her eyes are fluttering, and husky pants pour from her pout, telling me that I’m already hitting the spot that makes her see stars.

But I want more. And I want her to take more.

Hooking my hands under her knees, I prop her fuck-me boots up on my shoulders and angle myself forward to hit the depths of her vessel. I brace my hands on the floor—and let her fucking have it.

I can feel my scab busting open, letting a stream of blood trail through my sweat misted skin. But her raspy chants of my name as her pussy clenches around me takes the damn cake.

I peer through the gap in between us, husky moans of my own coming out from the sight of her creamy messy sliding all over my cock, and my balls tighten. “Fuck, baby,” I grit out.

I will myself to keep going and look back up to her praying to me, her stomach and legs convulsing, her lips tight to harbor the moan stretching her throat.

“Such a good girl for me,” I drawl lazily through her heavy breaths. “I think you can give me one more though.”

She looks at me with dazed eyes and pinched brows, and I keep thrusting, working through my own climax building, and start rubbing my thumb in circles over her swollen bud.

She breaks her prayer hands to slap them over her mouth, letting out a smoky moan that echoes against her palms.

I smile wickedly, knowing she’s already about to come all over my dick again. I’m just stoking the inferno that’s blazing inside her, pushing her to the edge of insanity so she can live there with me. So, she can understand what vibrates under my skin and makes me do the shit I do.

Praises intertwine with the disconnected moans and breaths falling shamelessly out of my mouth. My vision gets a little jumpy from the overwhelming pressure, but I still see her latch on to her tits as the floodgates to her desires pour out on my cock and soak my jeans.

Like our bodies are in tandem, the fiery embers combust and light my body up in chaotic tingles. It’s like releasing a decade long animosity. It’s cathartic, making me want to greedily milk it for as long as possible.

I continue pumping inside her, draining it down to the very last drop. “Fuck, Tala. Your pussy is so warm,” I breathe, resting my head on her sweat misted chest.

Her fingers run through my hair, bringing a smile to my face over how good her touch feels. “Yeah. I think they’re supposed to be,” she pants, a smoky laugh following behind.

It somehow makes me laugh too.

Notwantingto disconnect from her body, I pull out and slip my crewneck off to wipe her dry.

I tuck my shit in and help her up, grinning like hell over her flushed cheeks and messy hair. It’s always perfectly silky. It’s a mighty fine sight, seeing it slightly disarray. Fromme.

I help her out of the leather contraption and set it on the chair with the wings, watching her struggle to find balance as she slips her clothes on.

“You think you can handle the training I’m going to put you through?” I question in amusement.

She snaps her scowl up at me, buttoning her leather pants. “If I can handle your monster cock climbing up my throat, I think I can handle punching a bag around.”

“Tsk,tsk,” I shake my head. “It’ll be so much more than that, baby girl. There’s a lot that goes into being a fighter, training for any situation that could arise. Not only will it be physically demanding, but it’ll also challenge you mentally. And, baby, you’re wobbling aroundtryin’ to get dressed after taking saidmonster cock.”

Jiggling her tits in her bra for whatever fucking reason, she gives me her famous slow blink. “Jax, I’m going to make a dildo of your cock and shove it up your ass solely so you can understand the lengths I’m being stretched to. It’s not normal. You’re not normal.”

That gives me ideas.

I smirk over the thought, and she points a sharp nail at me. “No. Don’t even think about it. Get your head out of the gutter and help me out of here before I start having a panic attack.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I drawl, smoothing her hair down after her shirt.

She looks up at me in question, curling her lips to pop them. “Did you swallow my gum?”

I move it from in between my teeth and cheek, working it around and blowing a green bubble in her face. She smiles, shaking her head and flinching as it pops.

“You want it back?”

She playfully opens her mouth while tucking her shirt in. I was being serious, so I let it fall into her mouth.

A brief flash of disgust contorts her face, and I thin my eyes at her, watching it evolve into a husky laugh.

She gently smacks my chest, eyes clinging to the wet trail running down my black shirt. “Oh, my God, Jax,” she worries, ripping my shirt up to gape at my scab bleeding. “I have bandages in my purse. One second.”

Like I said. A kick-ass mom.

It makes my heart skip a beat.

I really don’t need the bandage. But I hold my shirt up and watch her level it out and gently stick it on me.

Her eyelashes are so damn long. They flutter with the simplest movement, right over the pools that reflect the planet of love.

Sometimes I wonder if I’ve made her up, if she’s a fragment of my imagination. And one day I’ll wake up, realize that she is in fact not real, and feel my heart get ripped from my chest.

While grabbing the shit I’m buying for her, I grab her hand, lace her little fingers with mine, and look over how unreal she is as she opens the door with rosy cheeks.

Nadia is on the other side with a big ass smile—and a wheelchair.

“Where the hell did you get that?” Tala asks uneasily.

Nadia waves her hand toward the front of the store. “Some old man left it outside by the vending machine. Move your meat, lose your seat,” she laughs.