When the Wolves Cry (Twin Flames Duet #1)

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

TALA

Between the thin silk and his ungodly size—I feel everything. The scales were even. In one, I was balancing not wanting to end up pregnant. And in the other… willing to take the risk to feed my ravenous vagina.

The pressure becomes unbearable, and I snatch his hand up, pulling the behemoth through the walls of black drapes.

Passing a section of blown glass, I look back at him wetting his lips, eyeing me like I’m a bone and he’s a starving dog. The hypnotic music is pouring sugar on the dangerous heat he’s exuding in his all-black suit.

The only reason I know Nadia and Maverick are still following is because of the damn bickering and sly comments.

I stop, craning my neck to see around Satan’s build, and almost get plowed over by him.

His large hands fly to my waist, catching me and coming to a teetering halt. Nadia keeps walking, yapping on about how she can’t stand Maverick and waving her hand in the air. She almost runs straight into Jax, but Maverick’s hand darts out and wraps around her arm, jerking her into him.

I visibly watch their red and white auras collide and burst into pink, both giving each other eyes like the nine years of tension is finally getting to them.

I was going to tell them to wander off for a little while, so I don’t have bystanders to the way my guts are about to be rearranged. But with the way they’re looking at each other, they very well could be doing the same.

She quickly tightens her face in realization, and shoves off him, turning to make eye contact with the amusement on my face.

“Ew!” she shouts dramatically, throwing her hands in the air.

Yet Maverick is still looking at her as if her gold dress would look prettier on the floor.

I shake my head, enthralled with her capabilities of shunning her prophecy. “You guys can look around for a bit… or do whatever.”

“Are you trying to get me alone, little wolf?” Jax asks, intensifying the pressure in between my slick thighs.

I flick my gaze up at him, reading the filthy thoughts that are darkening his eyes.

“Why would I want to do anything with him?” Nadia asks defensively.

“Angel, they clearly want to go play. Leave them alone… and play with me,” Maverick says sultrily, getting a hazel stink eye thrown his way. He grins at her, reaching out to tuck her hair behind her ear.

With them entering war, I snag Jax’s hand from my waist and quickly zip away. My heels click against the hardwood, silent laughs shaking my chest as I pull him along through the last of the ballroom.

I feel like I’m a teenager, sneaking around a boy my parents would be ashamed of. Not that they ever would. It’s just thrilling and kind of gives me a glimpse of something I never experienced in high school.

We hastily weave through people that are wandering around the gallery and book it into thesunroom. It’s pretty in here with the candles waving around in the night, the stars shining through the glass ceiling above. A group of older women are sitting on the vintage living room set, laughing and gossiping with each other.

The blonde woman meets my eyes, giving a smile like she knows why I’m hauling around a giant, tattooed man. I smile back and I keep my pace steady, clicking off into the empty gathering room.

It reeks of old cigars in here. It’s probably embedded into the brown leather that usually has old men lounging around, shooting the shit with each other.

Three doorways are presented to us. I take us through the farthest right, knowing it leads upstairs. Letting go of his hand, I dash up the vacant staircase, biting my lip to stifle the laugh that wants to rupture out over his groan.

We’re being so childish.

But fuck if it’s not fun.

Making it to the top, my heart flutters in my chest, and I kick my legs into overdrive to bolt off, turning right down a long hallway. I know he’s hot on my heels, enticing the embers to tingle my back as he runs stealthily behind me.

My loud steps stagger around the bend, right where a hidden door conceals my favorite room. I barely get my fingers on the door handle before he’s turning me around by my waist and crashing his lips to mine.

I pant across lips, his hand sliding up into my hair for a fistful. “God, you make me feel so fucking alive,” he breathes aggressively, then collides our lips back together and skates his tongue into my mouth.

My cheeks burn. There’s not enough oxygen to fill my lungs. After a few minutes pass of us making out like we might get caught, he tears away, bends down to pick my coat up, and flashes me his starving obsidian that’s even darker in the shadows.

Opening the door behind me, I rasp, “You might not fit up the stairs, Jax.”

He smileswolfishly, slowly flashing his sharp teeth. “I’m used to fitting in tight spaces.” His deep voice echoes in the small space, creating a haunting ballad that spikes my blood pressure.

The neediness has me swiveling around, cautiously propelling myself up the tight, old staircase. I glance back at him using his practice of forcing a fit, all while looking like a predator in the middle of a hunt.

Taking the last step, I make a dash over to the left and smack on the old chandelier.

The walls are dome-like with built-in bookshelves lining the rounded sides. A beautiful, large stained-glass window sits on the farthest wall, a cushioned bench resting right below it. And my favorite part is the wooden swing hanging in the center of the room with a round, Persian rug underneath.

Although we are in a stunning room, his hunter eyes are pinning me down as he stalks over to me.

There’s something animalistic that’s ablaze inside me.

Without weighing any scales or overthinking it, I throw my purse to the ground and run straight towards him. A flash of interest lights up his eyes, and I leap up to wrap my arms around his neck, circling my legs around his waist.

His hands firmly grab my ass, making haste over to the swing. “Tell me, baby. Have you ever brought another man up here?”

“No,” I breathe, then hungrily press my lips to his, tangling my fingers in his hair.

He growls against me, moving a hand in between us to fumble with his belt. He parts his lips, finally letting me slide my tongue against his first.

His mouth is always so fucking sweet.

While fervently taking turns tasting each other, he sets me down on the swing. The old rope groans a little, gauging if it can handle the weight of my ass or not. I’d probably get embarrassed if I wasn’t being devoured and had a large hand caressing up my sternum, caging my throat.

I pull away, sucking in a deep breath.

He takes the opportunity to grip my hip, guiding me back by my neck and pulling my ass down until it’s off the swing with my back resting on it.

“You are divine and all mine ,” he rumbles, crowding over me.

The swing is wide enough to support my back without tipping the hell over, and tall enough for his dick to be pressing into me.

I barely raise a brow, eyes heavy with desire. “When are you going to wear my blood?”

Running his hand from my hip, down the back of my thigh, he cups under my knee, raising my leg to hook my heel around the rope. “Whenever you spill it for me.”

I look at him perplexingly, watching him hook my other heel onto the rope, leaving me spread the fuck open for him.

“It’s not that serious, Tala. It’s just a little poke,” he finishes with a devilish smile.

“Just a little poke,” I echo in amusement, parting the silk open for him to see better.

His eyes dart down, bottom lip rolling in between his teeth, and he eagerly throws his knees down to the floor.

Being so sweet, I pull my thong to the side, and he instantly moves forward to slide his tongue up my weeping cunt.

My head tilts back for the moan that’s been dying to come out all damn day. I guess there’s something about your clit being teased and then walking around with pure sex on your arm. It heightens everything. I can almost feel each individual taste bud swirling around.

I latch into his hair, pulling him tighter as heavy breaths make my head spin. “I-I’m all yours,” I pant.

His tongue stops, and I begin stretching around two fingers. “I’ve been waiting to hear that out of your pretty mouth since I fucking saw you,” he says elatedly, voice hoarse with relief.

Curling his fingers up, his tongue resumes while his other hand starts traveling up my stomach, over my breasts, finishing with a possessive constriction around my throat.

The pressure is expanding like heat, radiating over my hips and into my lower abdomen. He squeezes the sides of my neck, lightly pumping his fingers into my inner walls. It triggers the desperate flame, and a husky moan belts out of my lungs, rattling the old window behind me as my stomach tenses with the orgasm sparking my veins.

“Jax,” I whine raspily, tingling in a fiery high.

He keeps going, working my orgasm with his fingers and magical tongue. My face is rushing with blood, tilted back over the swing to let out the disconnected moans and breaths.

The shredding flames subside, leaving me in the aftermath of unholy ash. I feel like I could drift away in a gentle breeze, scattering around until I’m nothing but a soul trapped in limbo.

I unlatch my sore hands from his hair, smoothing them down the back of his head as a tremor waves through my stomach.

My clit pops out of his mouth, and I look down my heaving chest to the eyes of the Devil. He slowly withdrawals his fingers and stands up, holding his soaked fingers to my mouth. “Clean your mess,” he demands.

I open my mouth, drawing them in with my tongue, and suck the watery mess off his fingers. I roll my eyes back and moan, just to mess with him a little.

He pulls his fingers out, them popping from the suction, and quickly unhooks my heels. He doesn’t let my legs fall. He wraps them around his hips and picks me up into him.

While carrying me to the window, he licks over my lips, sucking on my top one until I whimper from the tingling blood flow.

He lets it go, smiling sharply right in my face. “Every noise out of your pouty lips is so goddamn sweet.” Grabbing my hips, he guides my feet to the bench. “I want to hear how pretty they sound echoing off this stained-glass.”

My stomach swirls with the movement of him spinning me around. I stumble, still fucking weak in the knees from him ravaging my pussy, and he grips my hips to pull me down to my knees.

The metal teeth containing his monster cock unzips, and the groan of relief that that rumbles out of him reverberates on my back.

I look over my shoulder at his large hand wrapping around his cock, slowly stroking it. It makes my mouth water. It’s so fucking scary. But he knows how to make it feel so good.

“How bad do you want it?” he asks, teasing the silk up off my ass.

My eyes thin jadedly. “You want me to beg?”

“Don’t be like that, baby, play with me,” he drawls.

I bend over, looking back at him. “I want it so fucking bad,” I utter.

“Playing” with him.

His resting scowl deadpans, and he rips my thong down to my spread knees, centering himself to my entrance. “I know you were just being a brat. But it was still hot.” He firmly grips my hip, then starts sliding inside me.

My jaw drops from the inhumane stretch and my hand smacks the glass, my nails clattering with the sting in my fingers. “Oh, my fucking God, Jax,” I whine, feeling every single inch that’s slowly making room for itself.

His free hand snakes up my stomach, latching onto my throat to lift me up to my fingertips. Bending down to my ear, thrusting in deeper and deeper, his rich groan weaves into the frantic breaths that are drying my lips.

“I’m here. I’m listening. And fuck, I’m filling your tight cunt to atone that fiery attitude of yours.” His knee moves to the outside of mine, grip relaxing and fingers sliding down to my swollen bud.

The dull, rainbow glass in front of me echoes back the moan stretching out of my throat, getting overfilled to his hilt. His finger starts tugging my sizzling nerves in circles, his Poseidon powered hips rolling with each thrust, rocking into the waves that are splashing out of me.

I don’t know how he moves like that.

All I know is it’s making my vision shake with the orgasm already tearing into me, making me chant his name like I’m praying for forgiveness.

The sounds of my ass clapping against him and the wetness sloshing out with each thrust could very well be in surround sound with how loud it is.

My knees shake, nerves being eating by fucking piranhas, and I think I go cross eyed for a moment. That, or he’s fucking the vision out of me.

“Attagirl,” he breathes into my ear, gripping my throat and driving into my shaking body. “You hear how pretty you sound coming all over my cock?”

Our heavy breaths are fogging up the stained-glass that’s creaking under my sweaty palm. My orgasm is a live wire, submerged in a pool of water and radiating deadly shock waves under my skin. “Yes, sir,” I moan, reaching back to run my fingers through his soft hair.

Sliding his hand away from my sensitive clit, he rubs over my thigh and presses his lips to my jaw. “You are the only person in this world that scares me.” His heavy voice vibrates against me.

Still ablaze with euphoria, I turn my face into his, panting onto his mouth. “What? Why?”

His eyes are heavy, and he kisses me. His thrusts slow down, still hitting the spot that’s firing up the pressure of another riptide of pleasure. I whine onto his lips, getting a groan on mine in return, and he barely pulls away.

“Because you are the only woman that’s ever made me feel loved.”

My brows pinch, both in pleasure and the sudden mood shift. He’s still fucking me, staring at me with undeniable passion.

And honestly… obsession.

“I love you, Tala,” he whispers, branding the words into my lips.

I can’t even close my eyes. I just kiss him back, hearing his rich words of deep affection echo in my mind like it’s made of stained-glass.

They explode like a bomb, combusting my nerves and veins in utter bliss, settling deep in my bones.

I tense up, my pussy clenching around his sheer size, and open my mouth for a raspy moan. It barely gets out before his tongue is rushing inside, stealing the sound for himself.

Keeping his lips to mine, hunter eyes so thin they’re basically closed, a criminally husky moan comes from the roots of his longing for me. “Fuck, baby girl,” he groans, brows knitted and thrusts slowing.

I’m in fucking orbit.

I thought I knew what relieving pleasure felt like. But my body has never shaken in a hot vibration like this.

I’m on fire. I’m sweating and tingling from my scalp to my toes, my cheeks are burning up, sweaty palm slipping down the glass, and my weight drops. I can’t hold myself up anymore. He has stolen my motor function—and I’m fine with that.

He slides out of me, catching my weight before I can manage smacking my head into the glass.

Everything’s kind of a blur. He somehow gets me up and cradled into his arms in what seems like a single second.

He’s sitting on the bench holding me, brushing the hair from my eye. “I don’t want you to say it back until it feels right. But I do want you to know that I love you. I have loved you. From the moment I saw you on September first, I have felt my heart beat.” He takes my hand, pressing it to his thumping sternum. “That’s what being in love with you feels like. That’s what a heart beating for you feels like. You are hypnotic and bewitching… and I am under your damn spell.”

The thump of his heart feels like home. It’s strong and warm, sending the tempo up my arm and merging with my own.

I know I feel the same. I tried avoiding him simply because I knew deep down that our connection wasn’t formed in this lifetime. It’s too strong and magnetic.

It feels too meant to be.

Not knowing what to say, I shakily cup his scruffy, sharp jaw and brush my thumb over his beautifully crafted face. “So obsessed with me,” I whisper lightheartedly.

His lips curl into a smile, and he shakes his head.

“Uh… guys…” Leon says awkwardly in my ear, instantly dropping my smile with horror. “Brutus is there.”

Watching darkness overtake Jax’s face, drawing it taut with wrath—is horrifying. But my vagina really likes it.