Jaxon (Blood Angel Chronicles Book 1)

by Jennifer Field

  This is ridiculous. I am acting like some high-schooler crushing on the captain of the football team.

  Pull yourself together, Maitlin.

  At least that’s what I tell myself, right up until his large hands covered mine. My tight grip on the suit jacket loosens, and I let it fall open. Jaxon lets out what I can only describe as a growl as he takes me in.

  I lean forward and lift onto my tippy toes so I can cover his lips with mine. I am tired of waiting, but so help me, if he leaves me wanting again, I will fucking kill him.

  The spark between us ignites when Jaxon’s hand weaves through my hair, pulling my head back and deepening our kiss. I feel his other hand caress up my side until he cups my breast. He traces leisurely circles around my lace-clad nipple with his thumb.

  My panties are soaked. So I squeeze my thighs together in an attempt to relieve some of the need building inside me. Sadly, it fails. When his lips leave mine, and he nips my earlobe, I nearly come, standing there surrounded by thousand-dollar suits.

  “Jaxon.” My voice is breathy and barely my own. I don’t want to play this game of cat and mouse. I want him—now.

  I reach for the buttons of his shirt. I am done letting him be in charge. I am a modern woman, more than capable of taking what I want. And damn it, I want to get fucked.

  To my surprise, he doesn’t stop me. He pulls back enough to allow my fingers to continue their work, unimpeded by our bodies. In the dim light of the closet, I am stunned by the intricate ink adorning his chest.

  Well, well, it appears that my straight-laced CEO has a bad boy side after all. My finger traces the intricate outline of what looked like a Fleur De Lis, placed dead center of his ribcage. “They're beautiful and,” I paused, pushing his shirt open more so I can get a better look at what he has hidden beneath. “They’re unexpected, in a good way.”

  He is a riddle wrapped in an Armani suit, and I want to know everything after I explore every inch of him…thoroughly. My hands move to his shoulders to push his shirt off, but instead, his hands grab my wrists, holding me in place.

  “My turn.”

  JAXON

  Fuck, this woman is driving me insane. I left her earlier to ensure that I didn’t do something we would both regret. But when I came back after having jerked off—twice—and drinking a pint of god-awful bagged blood, I found her half-naked in my bed.

  Sure, I watched her sleep. She is stunning. And if I am honest, she keeps her smart-ass mouth shut when she’s asleep. I only meant to stay for a moment before heading to the shower. But when she cooed my name while dreaming, my feet wouldn’t move. I sat and watched her until her alarm chimed. Lucky for me, I have some sub-human speed on my side. Well, for some things.

  My every intention was to disappear out the front door, but the little snoop decided to take a detour. When I heard her in my closet, I couldn’t resist.

  Now, with her standing in my arms nearly naked, tracing the tattoos on my chest, I am not about to let her slip through my fingers again. I need more. More skin, more softness… more Maitlin.

  As astonishing as she looks in my pinstriped Dormeuil jacket, I want her naked. Fuck, I need her naked. I am already painfully hard, and I have every intention of coaxing out every last whimper of pleasure from her.

  Looking down into her wide blue eyes, I nearly lose my composure. I lean over, inhaling her sweet, erotic aroma. When the intoxicating scent of her arousal hits my nostrils, I whisper in her ear, “I have no intention of asking you what you want this time.”

  “Is that so?” There’s that smart-assed mouth I am coming to adore and will love to watch while she is coming.

  I spin her around and slide my jacket off her shoulders, tossing it aside as if it doesn’t cost more than a car. She is in nothing but her black lace bra and thong. Her ass is a perfect heart shape—round, and firm. Her skin feels like silk under my fingers.

  My hand drops down, and I give that perfect, tight ass a quick smack. She squeals, and the sound goes straight to my cock. Gripping her hips, I tug her against me so she can feel just what effect she has on me.

  “I intend to show you what you need.” I flex my cock against her ass for emphasis on my statement.

  “And what is it you seem to think I need?” Her back arches, and that amazing ass rubs up and down against my hard length straining to break free beneath the zipper of my trousers.

  I bring my hand around to caress her flat stomach, memorizing every curve of her body. Her skin quivers under my touch, so I tease her by sliding my finger lightly along the elastic of her barely-there panties.

  There is no doubt she’s as lost in the moment as I am when one of her arms comes around and slips between us, her hand cupping my cock. Not wanting to waste my opportunity, I slide my fingers into her panties. Her pussy is bare and already soaked with her desire. When my finger brushes over her clit, I can feel her entire body tremble. She’s so close.

  She pushes her ass against me tighter, rubbing it against my hard-on in a futile attempt to gain dominance over our little game.

  “What do I need, Jaxon?”

  Her voice is breathy, and she’s clearly on the edge of coming undone. My finger circles her clit, and I add just the slightest bit of pressure. I know how she likes to get off from the club, and when I dip two fingers deep into her, her hips began to rock and grind shamelessly.

  “What… do… I…”

  Bringing closer to the edge of euphoria than I’m sure she’s ever been, I pull back, my fingers now barely touching her clit and teasing at her entrance. Her hips buck against my hand. I know what she wants, and I want her to beg for it.

  “Please, Jaxon.” Her voice is desperate and pleading for me to relieve the ache I’ve built up in her.

  She pushes my hand down, keeping it on her pussy as she rocks back and forth, chasing after a release I have no intention of letting her have—just yet. Just as I feel her body begin to shudder, I pull my hand from her panties, leaving her wanting. Her anger and sudden disappointment are practically palatable in the small space.

  She spins on her heels with fire in her eyes, and her hands firmly planted on her hips. “I can assure you that was not what I needed.”

  I lick my lips and take a significant step toward her. “I know.” I step again, and she backs up until her knees hit the chaise in the center of the room. I was never a fan of the piece of useless furniture. That is, until now.

  When I crowd her personal space, her balance, which always seems to be precarious, to begin with, falters, and she plops down onto the buttery leather of the chaise, precisely where I want her.

  Dropping to my knees before her, I smile. “I would much rather have you come on my tongue than on my fingers. That one small taste from earlier wasn’t nearly enough. ”

  Her mouth hangs open for a moment before she bites that sexy bottom lip of hers and smiles. “Oh… I… Okay.”

  Hooking my fingers under the elastic of her thong, I make quick work of removing the pesky scrap of material that is the only thing between me and Maitlin’s exquisite pussy. Her legs spread apart in an invitation, one I am more than happy to accept.

  I pause a moment to appreciate the beauty sitting before me. I want to take my time and savor every moment. But I also want to bury myself inside her and claim her as mine.

  Maitlin’s pussy glistens, covered in her arousal and parted for me. The swollen bud of her clit begs to be licked and sucked. I lean in, kissing up every inch of her inner thigh. My breath is hot as I pass over her wetness, a hair’s breadth from her sensitive skin.

  I peer up at her from between her legs just before I move in. My tongue is wide and flat as I swipe it from her entrance to her clit, sucking on the tiny bundle of nerves. With the first pass of my tongue against Maitlin’s silky smooth pussy, I know this one time with her will never satisfy me.

  She moans and falls back onto the chaise, and her legs spread further apart, giving me full access to her. Her wetness covers my lips, tongu
e, and drips from the stubble on my chin. And I want more. I’ve always loved the taste of a woman’s arousal, especially as she comes. It’s honey of the gods against my tongue.

  Maitlin’s body is so responsive. I slide two fingers into her tight heat, and she shakes. Moments later, her sweet pussy explodes in wetness. I tease and suck on her clit with my mouth as I pump my fingers deep, hitting her sweet spot, letting her ride her first orgasm straight into another.

  When she laces her fingers through my hair and holds my mouth against her clit, I suck hard and listen to her scream my name. She continues to unabashedly rock her hips against my face, seeking her next release.

  I curl fingers deep inside her, teasing her most sensitive, hidden spot. When her walls tighten and pulse around the thickness of my fingers, it’s like a vise. I don’t want to wait to feel her pussy milk the cum out of my cock as she comes.

  “Fuck, Jaxon.”

  I glance up her body, hoping my eyes still hold their hazel color and not the red tinge of a Blood Angel in full lust before feeding. When her eyes meet mine, there is no fear, only desire.

  She is a sight to behold. Her hardened nipples peek out of the top of the lace bra that is now slightly disheveled, and her skin glistens under a sheen of sweat. I watch as she tries to catch her breath. Her chest rises and falls in rapid succession.

  Leaning forward, I kiss her sweet pussy, giving it a silent promise to return, and then sit back on my haunches, admiring her beauty. Maitlin’s legs wrap around my torso as she hefts herself to sitting. When she tightens her legs and pulls me in closer, I can feel the wet heat of her pussy pressed against my abs.

  Without a word, her lips descend on mine, and as if I wasn’t hard enough to cut steel with my cock already, she licks her desire off my lips and chin. A low growl emanates from my chest, and I wrap my arms around her waist.

  I notice the sharpness of my fangs and try to keep my lips pursed tightly together. If she sees what I am, I will lose her to fear. I feel myself pulling away, physically and mentally, building a wall between us. But when her legs tighten around me, and her lips caress my shoulder, neck, and up to my earlobe, her tiny teeth nipping and teasing, I finally hear her sweet voice in my ear.

  “I want you, Jaxon. I need to feel you inside me… please.”

  Her hands are making quick work of the belt, button, and zipper of my pants. When her delicate fingers reach in and wrap around my cock, I bury my face in her silken hair, which smells of coconut and jasmine. There is no willing my fangs back, no changing who I am. Feeding and sex go hand in hand in my world.

  Her fist tightens around me—well, as much as her fingers will allow—and she strokes me from base to tip and back again. With her legs still wrapped around me, I reach between us and ease two thick fingers into her already wet pussy.

  “I have every intention of burying my cock in this tight little pussy of yours.” The rhythm of my fingers pumping into her tightness matches her strokes of my cock. “But, as good as your hand feels, I want to feel your pussy tighten around my cock as I make you come.”

  I replace her hand with my own, and slide my thick length along her wet slit, coating myself in her desire.

  “Condom?”

  I pause mid-stroke with my dick in my hand, ready to slide into her hot, silken sheath.

  Fuck me.

  There are a plethora of reasons I don’t fuck humans, and explaining that it is genetically impossible for me to either carry, contract, or otherwise get any disease, sexual or not, is one of them.

  And as far as pregnancy is concerned, I’ve experienced nearly a millennium of non-reproductive sex to be more than confident that as a species, sex is not how we reproduce.

  I lower my head, not in shame of lack of contraception, but to hide the extra-long canines, I’m sprouting. “Ahhhhh, no.”

  “What do you mean… no? No, like… like you don’t have anything?” Frustration and disappointment lace her voice.

  I sit back and run my hand through my hair. “Yeah, I don’t… Ahhhh. They’re not…”

  Thankfully she holds up her hand to stop me from going into any further detail. “Just stop. If you say you don’t use them because they don’t feel the same, I may scream. So safe sex isn’t a thing for you. ”

  I want to explain to her, but I’m at a temporarily at a loss for words.

  “Pregnancy and STD’s aren’t an issue for me.” That statement gets me the glare of death. I am losing this battle quickly. Fuck it… “Goth, vampire, remember, we don’t contract human diseases.” That gets me another eye roll.

  “Well, that’s one excuse I haven’t heard before.” She leans in and sucks on my earlobe. “But if you are, I won’t mind you biting me.”

  I know she’s kidding, and of course, there is no way she’ll believe me, but it is all I have.

  When she abruptly gets up and walks across to the bathroom area, I’m not too much of a man to admit I am disappointed. But when I look back and see her rummaging through her tiny clutch and squealing Shellie's praises, my disappointment wanes.

  “Thank you, Shellie.”

  Maitlin returns, holding up a foil packet between her fingers. I haven’t moved, and she has to swing her leg over me to sit back down on the chaise. The view from that move is nothing less than spectacular

  “Problem solved.” She tears the packet with her teeth and pulls out the latex condom. “May I?”

  I lean back, my hard cock on full display. “Be my guest.”

  She squeezes the tip and places it on the head of my erection. “Well, it’s not the super magnum size you need. I hope it fits.” She winks playfully at me. I watch her hands as she expertly rolls the latex down my shaft.

  I don’t like to brag, and I’m not one to toot my own horn, but my dick is pretty fucking impressive. I’m longer than the most above-average human and far thicker too. Even by Archangel standards, I’m in the top cock percentage.

  I brace myself as she admires her handiwork, or maybe she’s admiring my cock. “Come, have a seat.”

  When she stands and places one foot on either side of me, the view of her bare pussy makes my mouth water. Balancing myself, I pull her against me, spearing her channel once again with my tongue. She’s still so wet and ready.

  “I could lick this sweet pussy for hours, but I’m about to come just thinking about fucking you.”

  She considers my plea moving until the tip of my cock breaches her opening. I can feel her tightness surrounding me as she lowers herself slowly down, giving her body time to adjust to my size.

  I wrap my arms around her and hold her flush to my chest. Fuck, if she feels this phenomenal through a thin layer of latex, I’m sure I would have already blown my load if I was bare. I let her body lead the way, seeking out her pleasure.

  She rocks and lifts nearly completely off my shaft, coming back down hard and fast. I pull down the lace or her bra and suck one pert nipple into my mouth then the next.

  With the oh-so-familiar tingle along my gum line, I shut my eyes and try to concentrate on keeping my canines retracted. But with the feel of her soft skin and the sweet moans of pleasure escaping her lips, it will be only a matter of moments before I can’t hide who I am.

  “Fuck, Jaxon, you feel so amazing.”

  I grip her hips and hold myself buried as deep as I can go in this position, giving her small thrusts, my pelvis rubbing against her clit. I feel her muscles begin to tighten around my length, so I pull her against me faster, plunging up into her harder.

  “Jaxon, I’m going to come. Don’t stop, please,” she pleads.

  I watch her as she comes undone. It’s the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. Her head falls back with her mouth open and eyes closed. When she sits back up, her long, dark hair lays plastered to her face and breasts, held there by her sweat. At that moment, she is the sexiest woman I have ever seen or had the privilege to be with.

  “You are so fucking beautiful,” I say as I brush her hair from her face
and lightly kiss her lips. “Wrap your legs around me tightly.”

  Maitlin does as I instruct, and I lift both of us off the floor with ease. I take a few clumsy steps forward, realizing that my trousers are still halfway on. Holding on to her a bit tighter, I kick them off as I make my way the few additional feet to my new favorite piece of furniture. Kneeling, I lay her back onto the chaise. With my cock still buried deep, she lets her legs fall to the side.

  Her eyes are hooded as she lazily looks at me through satiated eyes. I circle her sensitive clit feather-lightly with the tip of my finger. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me inside you for days.”

  She says nothing but smiles a devilish grin and hooks her legs around mine, pulling me tighter against her. I’m not about to go slow, her time for adjusting to my size is over. My fingers dig into her hips hard enough I know she'll have bruises for days as I thrust into her wetness.

  With my hand behind her knee, I lift her leg onto my shoulder and sink deeper into her. Sweat covers both our bodies and I’ve never felt more connected to anyone. This woman who walked into my life a few days ago could own my soul; if I had one.

  As my release nears, I can feel the change take over me. I know I’m no longer in control. Her eyes are shut tight, and I want to tell her to open them so I can look into their blue depths as we both come. But if she opens them now, she won’t see Jaxon, the CEO, she’ll know the Blood Angel, Jagudiel, as I truly am.

  To save myself and her, I pull out of her sweet heat and flip her over in one swift move. “On your knees,” I growl out.

  She arches her back, and I take a moment to admire her perfect heart-shaped ass by rubbing my hand down the contour of her back and over her firm backside.

  “You have the most amazing ass.” I run my finger between her flawless cheeks, pressing lightly against her puckered entrance. “I can’t wait to fuck it, but not today.”