Untamed Fate (Magic Side: Wolf Bound Book 2)

Jaxson

Savannah’s lips were plump from our kiss, her breathing heavy as she stared at me with disappointment. She was fucking gorgeous. “Then you better let me go, Jaxson, because I’m not in control of my body right now.”

Her words were truer than she realized, I thought, biting back the curse that rose in my throat. I tried to push away, but my fingers sank into her skin, and my hold on her was stronger than before.

Fuck. The fates were in control now.

“I don’t think I can do that,” I said, my voice gravelly.

Savannah arched her brow, her pupils fully dilated and her skin flushed. “What are you suggesting?”

Her palms pressed against my chest, and though we were standing waist deep in the water, I could still smell and feel her damn heat. Like a drug, it was clouding my judgement.

I slipped my hand around her ass and lifted her to me. Just because I couldn’t fuck her didn’t mean we couldn’t do other things.

Savannah wrapped her legs around me and moaned as she pressed her heat into me. Thank fuck I’d left my jeans on, or all bets would have been off.

Cupping the back of her head with my free hand, I drew her mouth to mine, this time with less urgency. I brushed my lips against hers, inhaling and memorizing every note of her citrus sunshine scent. Her body fit so perfectly against mine, and though I knew it was only because of our bond, I couldn’t deny how right she felt.

I nipped her lower lip, and then gently parted her lips with my tongue, tasting her desire.

“Jaxson, I want you,” she whispered breathlessly into my mouth.

Releasing my fingers from her hair, I kissed her neck, dragging my tongue over her salty skin. She tasted so fucking good, I wanted to lick every inch of her.

“Tell me what you want, darling,” I purred, delighting in the way her body quivered under my touch.

“You. Inside me. Now,” she panted, arching her spine and exposing her neck to me.

My wolf surged against my chest at the sight, desperate to claim his mate. My intentions to move slowly were extinguished by the growing desire I felt building in both of us. With a quick movement, I positioned Savannah on my knee, supporting her back while I drew my other hand down between her breasts, following the curve of her body to the apex of her thighs. The sight of her hard nipples under the black lace threatened to send me over the edge, and a savage heat coiled inside of me.

She spread her legs, giving me access, and as my fingers slid under her panties and slipped inside of her, I felt just how ready she was.

“Fuck,” I growled. My jeans were suddenly painfully restricting.

“Yes,” Savannah groaned as I worked her heat, following every whimper and shiver until she was on the edge. And so was I.

She slipped her arm between us and unfastened my jeans, then took my length in her hand. With a moan, she ground her hips against me, her body trembling as her fingers deftly stroked me. The forest around us faded away as my desire intensified to an agonizing height.

When she dropped her head back and screamed my name, my release hit me like an explosion tearing across every nerve ending in my body. Pure ecstasy like I’d never experienced before pulsed through me. I felt like a godsdamned teenager.

What the fuck?

My chest heaved as I cradled Savannah’s spent body, our breaths mixing. She straightened her spine and looked up at me with a vixen smile. “That was amazing.”

It was. Better than any sex I’d ever had. And that was alarming. Whatever connection I’d felt with Savannah had now grown tenfold, and I knew for certain that the image of me deep inside her would relentlessly haunt my thoughts until I gave in.

“You are amazing.” I drew her close and kissed her gently, nipping her lower lip before releasing her and lifting her out of the water onto the grass. I kissed the pale skin of her inner thighs, feeling heat coil inside of me again. “Now I need a dip to cool off.”

I pushed away from her, and she smirked at me. “You sure you don’t want company?”

Hell, I could smell her own budding desire.

“You’re torturing me,” I grunted, not sure how strong my willpower was. Something had changed.

I turned and dove underwater, trying to focus on anything but the sweet taste of her mouth and the slick wetness I’d found between her legs.

I was a fucking goner.

When I surfaced, Savannah was lying on the grass, one knee raised as she gazed at the heavens. I finished cleaning up and climbed out.

Settling next to her, I scooped her up. She nestled her head on my shoulder and draped her leg over mine. Where there had been electricity before, there was now only the low thrum of a current passing between our skin.

“This was a good night.” She sighed, resting her hand on my chest. I could smell her contentment, or maybe it was mine.

I traced her back, watching the stars above as my thoughts churned.

Savannah was everything my body desired. But she was like a bottle of fine wine. Every sip I took, the more I wanted, and the further from reality I slipped. From responsibility—my responsibility to my endangered pack. Theirs was the only future that mattered. While I might want Savannah, I had to think on behalf of thousands more.

I was bewitched and drunk. And I needed to sober up.

We had to find a cure for her condition. When she returned to being only a sorcerer, only a LaSalle, then maybe the bond would be severed, and I could resist her siren call.

But she’s ours.

Savannah’s soft snores filled the silence, and I smiled.

And froze.

“Savy, wake up!” I jerked upright, grabbing her shoulders, but her eyes were shut, her mind somewhere distant.

Then she began to fade away.