Holiday
**Please note** This a bonus book, if you have not read 'Sick For Them' You may want to before reading this, although, it's not needed but may have some information from past book
**Warnings**
Primal hunting
Blood play
Drugging
MM Content
MMM Content
MMMF content
Obsession
Talk of trauma and past abuse
Jax’s POV
I leave the room, my mind buzzing with the promise of what’s to come. Wrapping my arms around Blake from behind, I feel his body relax into mine. My lips find the curve of his neck, brushing softly before I nip at the sensitive skin. My fingers thread through his hair, tugging just enough to make him shiver beneath my touch.
We’re going on holiday, but I’m not looking forward to the long hours, and I can’t fuck someone on the way, not with the baby being present, so he needs to be punished.
“Did you pack already?” I whisper, my voice low and laced with intent, the edge of my teeth grazing his ear.
“Yes, Jax,” he mutters, the hint of exasperation in his tone making me smirk. But I’m not done. My hips press into his, grinding slowly and deliberately, savouring the way his body stiffens against me.
“Are you sure you packed everything?” I murmur again, my hands slipping lower, fingers teasing the waistband of his pants, playing with the fabric like it’s the only barrier between us.
He tries to turn, but I hold him firmly, gripping his hips with just enough force to remind him who’s in control. “Jax, stop it. My bag is right there,” he snaps, gesturing toward the door with a frustrated flick of his hand.
“Oh, I’m sure it is,” I purr, my hand sliding lower, wrapping around the hardening evidence of his arousal. I squeeze, making him gasp. “But I’ll ask one more time: have you packed everything?”
He laughs then, breathless and sharp, finally catching onto my game. “Yes, but maybe I left some things out on purpose,” he whispers, his voice dripping with seduction, making my blood burn hotter.
“Then you’d better get in that room right now,” I growl, stepping back just enough to push him forward, my hands leaving his waist. He smirks, a devilish gleam in his eyes as he saunters toward the door. Before he steps through, he lifts his shirt teasingly, revealing just enough skin to drive me wild, and throws a wicked wink over his shoulder.
“Maybe I’ll play alone,” he taunts before disappearing into the room.
“That little brat,” I think to myself, the corner of my mouth curving into a predatory grin. Without hesitation, I follow, catching the door before he shuts it completely. I push it open with a deliberate slam, my pulse hammering as I step inside.
Before he can react, my hands are on him, spinning him around and pinning him against the bed. His laughter is replaced by a low moan as I press my weight against him, my lips crashing into his with a hunger I can no longer contain. My fingers fumble with the button of his trousers, desperate to strip him bare.
Leaning over him, I deepen the kiss, my tongue exploring the heat of his mouth as our hips grind together. But the denim of my jeans is a maddening barrier, and I curse under my breath as I hastily shove them down, freeing my aching cock.
Finally, skin meets skin, and the electric jolt of our bodies colliding sends a shudder through me. I waste no time, aligning our cocks and thrusting against him, the friction exquisite. My hand wraps around both of us, stroking in a rhythm that makes him arch his back, a moan tearing from his throat that’s music to my ears.
I tear my mouth from his, trailing hot kisses down his neck. My teeth sink in just enough to leave a mark, a claim, as I work my way lower. His hands clutch the sheets, his knuckles white as I set a relentless pace.
The fire in my belly builds, coiling tighter with every stroke. When he bites his lip, it’s almost my undoing. I pull back just enough to flip him over, my hands firm on his hips as I position myself behind him. Slowly, deliberately, I slide into him, my grip tightening on the back of his neck, holding him in place.
“That’s my good boy,” I whisper, my voice rough with need. “Take it all, baby.”
The headboard slams against the wall as I thrust harder, our bodies colliding in a frantic rhythm. His cries of pleasure fuel my own, and I lose myself in the sheer intensity of him—the way he moves, the way he clenches around me, the way he screams my name like it’s the only word he knows.
“Harder,” Blake demands, his voice raw and desperate, and I comply without hesitation, driving into him with everything I have.
A sound from the door catches my attention, and my gaze snaps up. There, leaning against the frame with a wicked smile, is Dahlia. Her eyes gleam with mischief as she steps into the room, her presence only adding to the charged atmosphere.
“Feeling left out?” I ask, a smirk tugging at my lips even as I keep my pace unrelenting.
She chuckles, her voice sultry as she kneels beside us. “I was just looking for some company.”
Blake’s breath hitches as her lips brush his cheek, her hands trailing down his chest. The sight of her joining in only spurs me on, my movements becoming more frantic, more desperate. My fingers dig into Blake’s hips as his body writhes beneath me, his cries of pleasure mingling with Dahlia’s soft murmurs.
The scent of sweat and arousal fills the air, intoxicating and primal. I drive into him with a force that leaves us both breathless, the bed creaking under our combined weight. Dahlia’s kisses pepper Blake’s neck and shoulders, her hands roaming his body as I push us all closer to the edge.
When I slip free, he whines in protest, only for me to slam back into him with renewed fervor. His body tightens around me, and I feel him unravel beneath my touch, his climax triggering my own. I let go, a guttural cry tearing from my throat as I collapse onto him, our bodies trembling in the aftermath.
Dahlia’s soft laughter fills the room as she leans over, pressing a kiss to Blake’s temple. “You two are insatiable,” she teases, her voice dripping with amusement.
As the three of us lay tangled together, the world fades away, leaving only the heady mix of pleasure and connection. In this moment, there are no boundaries, no limits—only us, lost in the intensity of each other.
