Chapter Fifty Seven.

Chapter Fifty Seven.
Jhelani's POV:

Jace's eyes were locked on me as he took off my panties then his brief. What the fuck? I knew it was big but it seemed as though his dick had doubled in it's size when I wasn't paying attention.

He positioned himself at my entrance and I tried to move up the bed away from him. His hands gripped my hips, dragging me back to him like a ragdoll. Why am I even trying to run away?

I wanted this so why run now? My breathing became harsh and shallow.

"I won't hurt you." He said it like a sworn promise. I slowly bobbed my head. I knew Jace wouldn't hurt me, he always kept his words and I believe just that.

I looked at his dick and wept silently. He was huge.

He ran his dick between my folds, making me cry out and squirm.

“Shh, Breathe, Jhelani…” he said softly, leaning forward as he stroked my hair and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead.

“Look at me for crying out loud, baby. I promise not to hurt you!” I opened my eyes to find him watching me.

He stared at me and there was something in his gaze that calmed me, something that made me feel like I was exactly where I belonged. He held my gaze as he repositions himself and I could see the raw desire in his eyes too. My toes curled from the friction between my folds.

"Do it," I said, swallowing hard, as I brace myself for what was coming. He slowly eased his grip, running his hands up my body in a soothing motion. Then he stroked the tip of his dick in my entrance until it was lubricated enough.

Without warning, in a forceful thrust, he entered me and I gasp. Jace stills, his hands holding me in place when he leaned down, his lips hungrily devouring mine. Eventually, he pulled back, his eyes dark and smouldering.

“I am not stopping now,” Jace said and pulled out before slamming back in. "Fuck fuck fuck," he cursed, every word following with a slam of his dick into my hole. "You're so fucking tight." He grunted into my ear, his elbows on both sides of my head. The bed continued squeaking, while the veins on his arms, neck and skull was bulging out a demon was about tearing it's way out of him.

"J-jace...please," I moaned under him with blurry eyes, the bed creaking and my nails digging into his back.

It was extremely painful at first because it was my first time getting penetrated like this. He continued to move slowly and steadily at first. As I began to move my hips to meet his thrust, he increased his pace and I became a moaning mess. I didn't know if this was embarrassing but I was finding it hard to hold back.

The bed creaked hard, we were sweating and Jace's eyes were filled with pleasure. He was enjoying this just I did. I could feel it building again and my hand gripped the corners of his back, hardly going round.

Jace's fangs came out for the first time. I've never seen nothing like it and I should probably be freaked out, scared even, but here I was caressing his face like he was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life.

He pushed them back in, trembling.

"You don't have to hold back. You can mark me. It will heal up, I think," I said in between my cries, my nails digging into his back and my other hand cupping his face in my palm.

“I don’t… want to hurt you,” he murmured, his voice strained as he kept moving inside me.

“You won’t,” I breathed.

But the moment I said it, his fangs slid out again. He froze, eyes locking on mine, every muscle in his face twitching with restraint.

“I seriously do not want to hurt you, Jhelani,” he said, his voice trembling now. “The reason you’re feeling this way—it’s the anklet. When someone finds their fated mate, that charm pulls them closer, binds them. The moment I clasped it on you, I saw it happen—your eyes, your desire, everything shifted. Your emotions heightened like never before.” He paused, exhaling shakily. “Now you’re asking me to mark you, but I can’t bring myself to do it. They say the first time hurts like hell. And the mark… it doesn’t fade. Not ever. The only way it disappears is if I reject you as my mate.” His voice broke, softer now. “And you know, better than anyone, that I’d never do that.”

I should’ve been angry from the revelation. Shocked, even. But instead, the words that left my mouth were nothing like what I expected.

“I don’t give two fucks about how much it’ll hurt,” I said, voice trembling but steady enough to make my point. “If I can handle your dick in me, then I can damn well handle your fangs sinking into my skin.”

Jace’s breath hitched, his eyes flickering with something between desire and conflict. “Kian and Damon would definitely find out,” he muttered, dragging a hand through his hair. “And I don’t want to be caught in the middle when that happens.”

A teasing smirk tugged at my lips. “Are you scared?”

He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Don’t start with that, Fox Eyes. You know I’m not scared. I just… want us all to figure this mess out first. They both want you—hell, they’d kill to have you to themselves. And me?” He sighed, gaze dropping to my lips. “I want you just as bad. The only difference is… I don’t mind sharing.” His voice deepened, roughened with honesty. “Even if half the time, jealousy burns through me like a damn wildfire. Like a fucking bitch."

A soft laugh slipped from my lips as I brushed the damp strands of hair from his face. “I get it,” I said gently. “And for the record, you sound really cute when you’re serious about things like this. Adorable, actually.”

He groaned, rolling his eyes. “Oh, please. Don’t call me adorable. I’m a man. The only adorable one here is the woman under me right now—with my dick buried inside her.”

A wicked grin curved my mouth. “Not when she does this.”

In one swift move, I flipped him onto his back, straddling him. His surprised laugh melted into a low, breathless sound as I leaned down and whispered against his lips, “Now tell me who’s adorable.”

The room filled with the rhythm of rain against the windows and the sound of us...raw, desperate, and reckless as Jace met my movements with the kind of hunger that felt like the end of the world was going to come soon.

Jace suddenly froze, then pulled away and climbed out of bed in one swift motion.

“Cover up—quick, before he gets here,” he said as he yanked on his briefs and pants.

I blinked, confused, sitting up straight. “Wait, who’s he, Jace? Who’s coming?”

“My dad,” he replied hastily, glancing toward the door. “He’s back. I thought he’d be staying a few more days with the neighboring Pack to discuss some Pack issues with the other Alphas—that’s why I brought you here. But something must’ve changed, because I can already sense his presence.”

I pressed my lips together, not out of fear but mild frustration. Great. Interrupted fun. Still, a small spark of curiosity flickered in me. I’d never actually met Jace’s father before… and honestly? The thought of finally doing so was oddly thrilling.

"Yeah? So what's making you hurry? Just so you know, I would actually love to meet him, Jace. I've never met your dad personally except for the few pictures I saw of him. Please let me see him, pretty please," I added when he gave me a disapproving look.

"No." He said in a deadpanned tone that left no room for arguments with a flat out look on his face.

"He can't find you here. He has connections, Jhelani. He knows what you look like from the description that has been speculated. If he finds out you're here...then everything is over. You're never leaving. He would pass information about your presence in town to the council and those bastards would try to get ride you of you once and for all. Even if it means—killing you, Jhelani."

"What? No. That can't happen," I said, swallowing hard.

"Exactly what I want to hear. So now, get fucking dressed up let's get out of here before he figures out that we are in his house."