When the Wolves Cry (Twin Flames Duet #1)

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

JAX

“I still can’t believe you got an eleven point buck your first time,” Damascus says proudly, slicing up the meat. “I’m gonna have to gloat to Axle about my son in law. That’s unbelievable.”

Hearing “son in law” warms my chest. But the coldness of Tala lying to me and storming off crashes through it and stiffens my jaw. “Is Axle a good friend of yours?” I ask, knowing it’s Paxton Levine’s father.

“Shoot,” he smiles. “We’ve been buddies since elementary school. If it’s not Tala, he’s who I usually go hunting with. He’s gonna lose his mind over you getting a big boy on the property.”

Of course she hunts. There’s not a single thing this girl can’t fucking do.

Except get away with lying to me.

It’s digging under my skin and distracting me from the good one on one time I’ve been having with a father figure. I just don’t understand why she felt the need to lie. Or, what the fuck she did that prompted her rushing to the bathroom to brush her teeth and scrub any remaining taste off her tongue.

“I’ll tell you what, son.” He tosses a slab of meat in a bowl. “I’ll finish this, you can go ahead and get cleaned up, see what the hell was wrong with Sweetheart earlier.”

I nod in agreement. “What was she doing when you went inside?”

“Fixin’ her hair in the bathroom.”

Concrete solidifies in my veins, threatening the way I carry myself lightly. It feels like gravity is increasing tenfold, pulling my weight heavy and making it impossible to walk.

Now, why the fuck would her hair be messed up?

“Thank you, sir. I had a really good time with you this morning,” I say reservedly, turning on my damn heel and barely catching the bright smile he gives me.

Unzipping the horrible jacket, I shake it off while stalking through the snow that still has her boot prints sunk down into it.

She was sure in a hurry to get back inside. Not only did I personally witness it, but her prints are also spaced out in strides that don’t seem possible for how short she is.

I toss the foul-smelling jacket on the back of the cleared off couch and feel a faint ripple in my lip while opening the back door.

I only see Leon in the kitchen with Evelyn and Sirohi. And he looks like he’s about to combust with how wide his eyes are.

“Where is she?” I ask sharply.

He curls his lips to his teeth, eyes pulling tight with a cringe.

“Maverick was trying to stir a nonexistent pot,” Evelyn chimes, whisking something in a bowl. “She’s probably kicking him in his junk again.”

“I… I think they ran upstairs,” Leon whispers.

My jaw pops, locked up so tightly I can’t say shit to either of them. I walk my ass out of the kitchen, and glance around the empty living room, holding in a vexed growl as I round the handrail and silently go up the stairs.

I start to crack my neck, but Maverick’s voice halts all movement. “Are you happy?” he asks.

My heart rate spikes, the rhythm growing damn near too loud to hear her response.

“That’s a loaded question, Mav…” I rotate on the step I got stuck on, sinking my weight back into the wall and swallowing down the beat that’s thumping in my throat. “Happiness is fleeting. As is everything that we feel… It all comes and goes. Sometimes as a tide, sometimes as a ripple in the vast ocean of emotion.”

That’s not what he was asking. She knows that.

“I miss you. You know you can call or text, or come see me anytime, right?”

At this point—I’m not certain their feelings don’t extend further than friendship. I wasn’t worried when he was her fucking chariot because she’s never given me a reasontoquestion her about him.

She’s mine. I’ll kill him in front of her and force her to continue loving me if I have to.

I stand there, listening to their entire sappy conversation, each passing moment putting another weight on my chest.

“… Just showed me what family and love felt like.”

Hell no.

Fuck being a fly on the wall.

I take two steps at a time, rushing up them and into her room. Her mascara and tear-stained eyes dart to me, and I’m beginning to see red over their proximity and how suspicious they both fucking look. “My bad. Am I interrupting something?” I ask absently, slowing my steps and analyzing their body language.

The black makeup on his shirt is a goddamn knife to the heart. She barely lets me comfort her when she’s upset. And she was just in here, hugging him and letting that shit out onto his shirt.

“No, Jax, you are not interrupting anything,” she says tonelessly, stepping away from him.

“She was chasing after me to slap box my head,” he laughs. “I manipulated the manipulator and knew she’d forget about damaging my brain if I came in here.”

I tilt my head, observing the color draining from her face and the blue washing out the natural rosy tint on her lips. “Are you about to throw up?” I ask her, getting a jagged nod in return. “Oh, shit.” I run over to the bathroom in her room, shoving open the door and flipping the light on.

Her boots thunder across her room, her steps clustering as she flies around the doorframe. I lift up the toilet lid, quickly getting behind her and raking my fingers through her hair to get it out of her face. She whines, falling to her knees, and I follow in suit so that I don’t rip her hair out of her head.

The sound of her gagging and spilling vomit into the toilet makes me tighten my eyes. Not because it repulses me. Because it’s heartbreaking seeing and hearing her not feel well.

I gather her silk locks in one hand, using my other to rub comforting circles on her back. Maverick stops in the doorway, holding up two fingers to tell me it’s the second time.

I figured once I saw the rapid speed her face changed at. It almost forms a little laugh in my chest. She gets so fucking flustered and acts suspicious over innocent shit.

I don’t see why she wouldn’t tell me she got sick.

Scattered whines drift airily from her. I continue rubbing her back, a million questions rattling around in my spent mind.

She groans uncomfortably and straightens her spine, slamming the lid closed and flushing the toilet. “Are you okay, baby?” I ask, dragging my fingers through her shiny hair.

“Yeah, I’m just stressed out.” She stands up in between my crouched legs, taking a step over to the sink.

Leon appears behind Maverick, and I huff, standing my ass up and despising how many cocks are in her room right now.

“Sorry, man,” Leon says timidly. “Evelyn and I were concerned that there wasn’t any yelling.”

“Why would there be yelling?” I ask impatiently, watching Tala brush her teeth for the hundredth time today.

He shrugs, and Maverick turns sideways to look at the awkwardness that constantly emits from his damn pores. “I didn’t know how you’d react to her being alone with a man she used to cuddle with,” Leon says edgily.

Ire stitches my eyes to Maverick’s, my fists curling against my will. Tala spits in the sink, whipping her twitching eye to Leon.

That’s new. I’ve never seen her eye twitch before.

“Why is everyone trying to start shit today?” she asks abrasively, swiveling to pan over the undivided attention she naturally gets. “Let me clear the air before it gets even stiffer. Maverick and I never kissed, never shared a blanket, never did anything with our hands or tongues, and we definitely never fucked. Did we lay in proximity on occasion? Absolutely. But our pants stayed on.” She points a stern, sharp nail at Maverick’s thin lips. “Don’t. I can read it as it’s formulating in your mind. And if you say it, it’s not Jax you’ll have to worry about. I already dealt with the negative impact of walking in here. You won’t have an escape.”

Goddamn. Probably not a great time to get hard, but Jesus Christ, she has fire to her. It stirs up embers that run in a frenzy through my blood, percolating sweat on the back of my neck and forcing my cock to lengthen painfully in these awful pants.

“Both of you. Out,” I order barbarously, not tearing away from the Venus pools settling on me.

“Ah, man,” Leon sighs glumly, pouting as he staggers away.

“You need to get laid, dude,” Maverick quips, following Leon out.

“That Nadia chick…You think she’d fuck me without tearing my dick off?” Leon asks Maverick, voice faint as he retreats.

“No.”

Tala laughs in the back of her throat, pouty lips concealing the smoky sound that’s better than music.

I reach to my right, prying open the cheetah print shower curtain and flipping the shower nozzle on. No idea if it’s hot or cold. I’m busy sharing heated eye contact with a siren.

“I don’t think they closed my bedroom door. Mom could walk in… see your sickening body,” she saysstilly, hungrily watching me strip my hoodie off.

I drop it to the floor, intentionally taking my belt off slowly. “Does that make you jealous?” I ask cockily, and she narrows her eyes to venomous slits, annoyance blazing in her sweet honey. “Your mom’s really pretty. You look just like her.”

Evelyn is beautiful. But Tala’s features hold a harmony that doesn’t exist in this realm. I’m only digging under her skin because I’m still pissed off over her lying and coming upstairs to mold bodies with another man.

“You’re gross, Jax,” she spits, glancing at my belt as she whisks around to flee.

I jerk my belt all the way out, doubling it over in one hand and taking a single step. Easily, I reach out and lasso the leather around her little neck, pulling her right back where she belongs. “Yeah? Is that why you were on your knees sucking my cock in the shower this morning?”

Using my free hand, I rub down her insane ass and unzip the metal teeth that are biting into my erection. She backs into me, needy breaths pouring from her nose.

“Leon’s really handsome. You look nothing like him,” she sneers.

I twist the belt, tightening it around her throat, and growl vexedly over how bitter my own poison tastes. “You want to fuck him?Hmm?” I hike her sweater up, gripping the sheer material in between her thighs and ripping it open.

She raises a leg, catching the door with her big ass heel and kicking it closed. I’m so close to her soaked pussy, but I was just handling a dead animal, and I’d never risk her getting an infection or some shit from my horny ass mistake. “Why? You want to call him up here and watch?” she breathes, larynx restricted and straining her words.

Now she’s taking it too fucking far and polluting my mind with images that make my vision shake with rage.

Untwisting my belt, I slip it off her and back away, then tear my pants and briefs down. My cock bobbing free sends a groan of relief to rumble in my throat. It gets her attention, and her rosy cheeks turn my way, her bottom lip getting sucked in between her teeth as her eyes greedily lap me up.

I step out of the shit around my ankles, yank my sneakers and socks off, and walk backwards into the cold shower. “Go ahead. Go get him… Make sure you get your mom too.”

Saying nothing, only offering a snarl of vexation, she throws the door open and slams it closed on her way out.

Washing my hands with what I assume to be old ass soap, I quickly wash under my arms and over my chest with the coconut body wash she still uses to this day. I turn the shower off, lazily dry myself off with the towel hanging up, put that shit back because I’m not a giant asshole, and open the door to stalk into her room.

Fuck. Me.

She’s naked, legs spread open on the fur covering her old bed, and her tattooed fingers are rubbing over the prettiest fucking cunt I’ve ever seen.

Looking right at me, she bows her back off the bed, grinding into her hand. “Leon,” she moans raspily.

Lip twitching like a motherfucker, I thunder up to her and slap my hand over her mouth before she can try that shit again.

Her cunning eyes contrast against my black ink, increasing the golden hue of her irises.

I press into her, laying my body right on top of hers and grabbing her hip to lift her pussy up. “You’ve crossed a line, little wolf.” I roll my hips back, feeling her wet entrance on the tip of my straining dick. “Don’t worry. I’ll correct that shit.” I slide inside of her, groaning as her eyes roll back.

Doesn’t matter how much we fuck like feral animals; her pussy always swallows my cock and conforms to its shape like a warm and wet custom-made sleeve.

The bed creaks, and my dog tag swings over her bouncing chest at the speed I’m thrusting into her with. Her moans crawl up her throat, getting trapped behind my hand and jetting out her nose. “Who do you belong to, baby?” I uncover her juicy lips, tugging down the bottom one to see her perfectly straight, white teeth.

“You,” she whines, latching her claws into my back and dragging the sharp points over scars.

The sensation ripples my back with flaming tingles, and my grip on her insatiable hip turns brutal, fingertips digging into the striped skin and ungodly mass of muscle and fat that crafts her curve.

“Not good enough,” I pant heavily. “Say my fucking name and say it like you mean it.”

She glides her nails around my ribs, vibrating my chest in passing as she latches a hand around my throat, the other digging into the hair on the back of my head. “Jax. I’m all yours,” she says huskily, keeping her voice down so her parents don’t hear.

“Attagirl.” Wrapping a hand around the nape of her neck, I lift her mouth to mine and ravenously plunge my tongue inside to collect the moan with my name on it.

Her pants and whimpers drift between our mouths, and her inner walls mercilessly clench around my cock, rendering it more difficult to slide in and out. “Oh, my fucking God, Jax,” she prays into my mouth, then forcefully pulls me closer to roll her long tongue against my molars.

Our sweat sticks our flesh together and welds her shaking body right to me. Her pussy isgeysering, soaking my cock and creating a beautiful cry that flows with the moans I’m tasting on my tongue.

My stomach is growling though.

Pulling out of her hellish grip, I tear away from her puffy lips, and her brows pinch, staring at me with offended eyes. I smile because she’s so goddamn pretty, and flip us over, getting her wild body on top of mine. “I’m starving,” I growl.

Her hands slide down my chest, eyes softening. “Oh, we can go eat,” she murmurs, cheeks flushed and darkening the five freckles on her face.

I shake my head, trailing my hand down her misted spine and grabbing her other hip. “No, baby girl, my meal’s right here.”

Her dark lashes drop, sharpening the desire her sultry eyes hold. She takes my lips back, sucking on the bottom one and warranting an irrepressible moan from my throat. “Mmm,” she moans in contentment, and snaps her teeth around it to drag them over the sensitive skin.

“God fucking damn it, Tala, the woman you are. Sit on my face right now. I’m beyond ready to eat.” I jerk her up, ogling her full tits and diamond hugged nipples bouncing in my face.

I catch one in my mouth, the sweetness of her sweat overpowering the metallic taste of the barbells, and I map my hand over the mound of her mind-blowing ass.

“There’s nothing in there for you,” she says playfully, intently observing my lips around her rosy flesh.

I graze my teeth over it, nipping at the diamond and tugging it. Her brows pinch, an airy moan filtering out the mint on her breath, and I swirl my tongue back over it and set it free. “Yet, baby. There’s nothing in there, yet.”

“If there was?”

Lightly running my fingers over the tight muscle that she never lets me touch, I say, “There’s not a drop of you that won’t be consumed by me. I told you I want it all. Your body’s shape and taste will be engraved into my tongue and the palms of my hands. So, saddle up. Daddy’s starving.”

“Nope. Still don’t like it. And get your fingers out of my ass.”

I laugh, moving my hand and firmly cracking it down on her ass. She whines—right in my face. I’m not sure why the fuck it almost makes me come, but it gives me a jolt that forces her hourglass up my body until her pussy is parked on my tongue.

The view is incredible.

The sunset is beaming a golden glow through her sheer curtains, highlighting the mounds and contouring the valleys that design her vessel. And she always does this thing where she lifts her hair while rolling her hips, accentuating her heart shaped face and toned arms, flaunting the muscles in her abdomen that have gotten more prominent from training.

She’s unbelievable. Tastes it too.

God, she tastes like the sweetest fruit you could only wish for. It’s a fucking narcotic, hooking me onto it and making my body numb.

“Good boy,” she draws out, brows pinched tight and pussy soaking my scruff.

For approval of her hot praise, I draw her swollen clit into a swirling suction, groaning over how fucking silky it is on my tongue.

“Oh, babe, your tongue-” she looks up at the ceiling, showing off my blood decorating her creamy throat “-is magic…”

I like her watching me.

Sailing a hand up her waving stomach, I possess her throat, pulling her attention back down to me, and curl my other hand around my cock, stroking it with her remaining juices.

I work my tongue over the bundle of nerves that keep pulsing, feeling my own tingles spread over my hips and up my abdomen. The erotic sight of her using my face for pleasure is enough to make me cum.

Tasting her, feeling her, seeing her—is catastrophic to my nerve endings.

Dropping her hair, she flattens her hands together in a prayer, relaxing her jaw for the moan she shuns. I squeeze the sides of her neck, grinning at her otherworldly eyes rolling back and her hips shaking around my face. “Dear fucking God… I love you,” she breathes erratically.

She quickly lifts off, clit popping from my mouth, and crawls her sexy ass down my body. “I love you too, little wolf,” I say deeply, heart swelling and banging against its cage.

She grins, biting her bottom lip while bracing her hands to my abs and lifting her hips.

Her body is unreal.

Knowing what she wants, I caress over her dainty throat and position my cock to her hungry cunt. “It’s yours, baby. Ride it.”

I haven’t given her the opportunity to take charge. She’ll throw her ass back and meet my momentum but has yet to saddle up and ride me.

Her warm grip slides around me, and she slowly sinks down with a moan stretching out of her throat.

It’s really fucking loud. And I get it.

I’d be loud too if I didn’t have immense respect for her parents. So, I cup my hand around her mouth, silencing the cry that would spark a symphony among the wolves.

It rattles against my hand, and I grab a handful of her ass that would take four of my hands to fully cup. “I’m barelyhangin’ on too, baby. I have a goddamn succubus mounted on me andridin’ my shit. But you have to keep it down.”

She nods, brows drawn taut and ass clapping off my thighs.

I groan, and stretch my head back, looking away from the sight that’s about to make me come. But fuck, her pussy is sending seventh heaven to radiate through my soul and body. “Goddamn, Tala. If you want my soul, just take it, baby. You don’t have to siphon it out of my dick,” I say grit out.

Her tongue swipes up my hand, and I snap my head back. Ensnaring my eyes to hers, I lower my palm to her bouncing tit, letting her quiet moans out.

“You want all of me, I want all of you,” she breathes.

My nostrils flare with heavy breaths, teeth locked and jaw ticking to keep the sound of my pleasure at bay. A growl manages to thunder in my chest, the sparklers lighting up my body, setting my flesh on fire and sending my soul to the collector riding me like it isn’t her first rodeo.

I caress her side, the flesh-on-flesh touch feeling like what I assume the light at the end of the tunnel feels like.

It’s warm and fizzy, eradicating all troubles—past and preexisting. “There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for you, TalaAkiraScythe.” My words are heavy, packed with emotions I never thought I’d be capable of.

I thought I was broken. And maybe Iwas.

She keeps bouncing and rolling her hips as graceful as the waves in the ocean, milking me down to the last drop and tightening around me as her third orgasm brews.

Her sweaty palms slide up to my thumping sternum, to the rhythm that only beats for her, and I can’t refrain from cupping under her jaw and colliding our lips.

Her inner walls greedily swallow my cock, her mouth parting against mine to let me taste my name on her tongue as she chants it.

“Attagirl, baby,” I drawl, tunneling in how fucking magnificent she looks coming for me.

Her brows lazily pinch above her heavy, sultry eyes, her pouty lips parting for the husky moans that serenade her release.

The release that’s fucking flooding my thighs and drenching the fur underneath me.

“Jax?” She slides up, leaving our combined liquids to puddle out of her as she sits on my pelvis.

“Yeah, baby.”

“If you die, will you haunt me?”

My brows furrow, and I sit up against her, playing with her hair because it’s addicting. “If for some reason I die before you’re ready to, abso-fuckin-lutely, I’ll haunt your ethereal ass.”

She cups my face, wafting up the warm vanilla that’s stronger with her pheromones, the cutest fucking grin stretching her pouty lips. “Someone would have to take care of Sirohi. Speaking of, we better wipe our sins off and go check on him. He’s going to be engorged with snacks by the time we leave.”

Holding onto her, I scoot off the bed, side-eyeing the mess matting the fur blanket. “I’m bringing you back here early in the morning.”

She frowns, the euphoric happiness turning gray. “

“I know, baby girl. But I have to go to Fairbanks to take care of Silas. You’ve been sick and there’s not a chance I’m leaving you by yourself. The safest place you can be that’s not with me, is with your father and the wolves.”

“I can bring a bag to throw up in,” she says coyly, then pouts her bottom lip out.

I’ve gotten gluttonous with how much time I’ve been able to spend with her. Being six hours away will be torture, it’s already sinking my heart, but she’s been sick and blaming it on stress. So, I’d rather her stay in Anchorage and hangout with Damascus, than be cooped up in a car and dealing with a sick bastard that abuses dogs.