When the Wolves Cry (Twin Flames Duet #1)

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

TALA

Black petals crumble over my nipples, and the flame bends, the candle tipping over and spilling melted wax. A sharp breath runs between my teeth, sizzling pops coating my sensitive flesh and raising my body temperature.

Scruff lined and defined lips lower down to the sting, parting for the cool air that jets over my nipple. He smiles, gazing at the petals encased with wax. “You’re a goddamn masterpiece,” he says vehemently, dog tag swinging as he sits back up in between my thighs with the lit candle.

Sinister chuckling pulls my attention up to the TV above the fireplace. Billy looks even creepier at a slanted angle from the floor.

A burning sensation smarts under my bound hands, zipping my rounded eyes at the melted wax trailing down to my navel. “Eyes on me,” Satan grumbles, sliding his free hand up my thigh with my pussy as his target.

“You turned it on knowing I-oh, my fucking fuck.” My attempt at speech burns into a slutty whine as his fingers stretch me open, the scalding wax dripping over my mound.

His fire highlighted pecs flex as he curls his fingers and pumps them into my inner walls, splashing a deft bead of wax on my clit. I tense up, squeezing my eyes, my back bowing off the fur rug from pain and pleasure sailing through my flesh. “Jax, be careful,” I hiss.

He sets the candle down, grabbing a singular petal and breaking it apart over the cooling wax. “Baby girl, you know I’d never let anything other than myself and your pretty fingers inside your pussy. Relax, and trust me.” He withdraws his fingers, raising the sticky wetness to his mouth and sensually sucking them off.

His curved cock is standing straight up in between us.

I widen my legs more, bucking my hips and pulling at the black rope binding my hands in a prayer. “You got what you wanted, and we came home. Now, give me what I want.”

Maverick went all out for Halloween this year and had carnival games under a massive tent and clowns serving shots at Club Sin . And this asshole wouldn’t leave the wall.

I looked really hot too. I made use of those wings he got me and had on black devil horns and a leather bodysuit with fishnet.

The fishnet got destroyed on the ride home. I still have the wings on, praying for the Devil’s monster cock to atone my sins.

His lids drop heavier, curling a fist around his sheer size. “Are you working your way around begging?” he asks, a wolfish smirk gracing his lips. He strokes himself, admiring the wax and petals decorating my skin.

I raise a foot and glide it up his chest. He turns his head, kissing the top of my foot in passing, and I hook my toes around the back of his neck, pulling hard enough to get slight motion from him.

“I can just run upstairs and play with my vibrator. And if I getdesperateenough, I’ll fuck myself with the dildo that’s made me come more than you have.”

His eyes darken, their hungry shape drawing taut with ire. His cock slaps my clit, and my leg falls to the floor as he lunges for me, one hand slamming by my head, the other by my waist.

Always trapping me.

“I guess we better get to work on those numbers,” he says with gritted teeth. He roughly skims down my waist, breaking off wax that tickles my sides while falling off, and he grabs the perilous weapon that’s about to murder my insides.

Words cease to exist on my tongue, stretching around him. Instead of easing in, he rocks his hips and slides inside me in one quick motion, bottoming out.

My jaw drops, eyes rolling back from the abrupt pressure. “You don’t have to fucking jack rabbit me! Jesus, Jax,” I whine, trying to zone in on his face. But the velocity is rattling my mind, and he’s no longer close enough to kiss.

Gripping my hip, he raises my ass up until my thighs are resting over his. “I want to play a game, baby,” he says gruffly, and reaches over to the coffee table for my phone. “And you’re the main character. Your objective is to see how many times you can make a mess on my cock before your body goes limp. And by the feel of your pussy clenching around my shaft, I say we’re about to mark our first tally.”

It’s the fucking angle.

His thickness is rubbing and hitting the spot that fries my nerve endings. The moans drowning out the screaming on the TV aren’t a show for the camera he’s pointing at me. They’reuntamable, stretching out with each long and quick thrust.

His hips always know how to roll and rock with precise power that’s seemingly effortless and experienced.

I cross my ankles behind his back, grinding into the motion and letting the tsunami of relief spread through my tense body. “Fuck, Jax,” I moan. “How do you move like that?”

Keeping my phone angled at me, he grabs the candle and hovers it over my waving stomach. “I could invade your mind the way I’m invading your body, but I’ll keep it to myself because you look so goddamn good praying while taking my cock.”

Breathing heavily, I scrunch my face at his cryptic words. It falls with my head, a raspy moan clawing its way out from the fire running under my bound hands, through my bouncing cleavage, and pooling in the notch of my throat.

It’s a clash between a scalding flame running over the surface and a swarm of embers that are only growing larger under my skin.

With my head under water, vision submerged in a haze, the buzzing on my flesh calms. But straight ice runs along the firm stream of beige, painfully tightening my nipples under the wax sheltering them.

I blink rapidly, clearing my sight to watch him glide a cold spoon of strawberry ice cream up my abdomen and over my breast. His hips are still rolling, sliding his inhumane size in and out of me.

The vulgar noises of my wetness and his balls slapping against my ass are honestly atrocious. But this man is rocking my fucking world and putting me on the moon.

Evidently recording it for future us.

His behemoth body leans over me, languidly swirling his warm tongue through the ice cream on my boob. He holds it on his tongue, a hand bracing his weight by my head, and he levels his lips with mine.

My lips are already parted for the staccato moans and heavy breaths that are drying my throat.

I watch the pink, milky band fall from his lips, snapping and splashing on my tongue. Creamy strawberry bursts on my taste buds, and before it can roll to the back of my throat, he takes it back, locking his lips with mine and desperately skating his cold tongue into my mouth.

The sensations override the will to function. My body lights up and the flames combust, shattering me from the inside out. “Jax,” I whine, hearing my voice echo out of his panting mouth.

“Atta-fuckin-girl,” he growls, using his free hand to jerk my hips up and drive into the sloshing waterfall that’s ruining my rug. “You’re embedded into my mind like a brain eating amoeba. You’re a killer, baby. And you don’t even fucking know it.”

His lips crash back down to mine, intercepting the raspy moans that began spilling from the angle that’s letting him hit impossibly deep.

I’m vibrating, melting into the floor. I don’t think it’s possible to have anotherimpactfulorgasm when my entire body feels radioactive with one.

He moans brusquely against me, tilting his head to reach deep in my mouth as he releases inside me.

I feel the warm liquid filling me up, even though my pussy is tingling.

While gazing into my eyes, his pace slows and he brings both elbows by my head, lowering his sweaty body down onto mine.

The swelling in my heart, the flames dancing in his obsidian, make the truth rush to my tongue before I can snap my teeth shut.

“I love you, Jax,” I breathe, stomach twisting with the words I cannot take back.

He’s made me feel things I didn’t know were humanly possible. Especially in such a short amount of time.

His eyes soften, almost widening past their natural hunter shape. “Say that one more time,” he whispers, roaming my face with need.

“I love you.”

Staring at me in shock, he sits up, his thick liquid puddling out and streaming down my ass, and he rips the rope from my hands.

It’s not thin. He’s just a goddamn beast.

A beast, a stalker, a murderer—that I fell in love with the moment I saw him.

Despite being a humanized weapon, he’s the kindest and wisest soul I’ve ever been graced by. He’s brutal and ruthless, yet he’s soft and adoring of me.

“Confessing on Halloween, little wolf?” he smiles sharply, then hooks his hands under my arms to lift me up into his lap.

The wax cracks on my stomach, flaking off down my thighs and getting trapped in between us. I anchor my arms around the back of his neck to roll my body closer, his hands exploring the creases of my hips. “I guess you fucked the truth off my tongue,” I purr.

“Yeah? And how long has that truth been suppressed?” he asks, lowering his lips to my jaw, his scruff pleasantly scratching my flesh.

I claw into his hair, molding my sweat misted body to his. “I think it’s been suppressed since our last lifetime together.”