Jax

I flip through documents files, each containing lists of names, identification images and crimes. I kick my legs back and forth as I lay across the sofa on my stomach. I hear the keyboard keys clicking behind me as Knox continues with whatever work he has for the day. I glance backwards and swallow as he pushes his glasses up his nose and practically scowls at his computer screen. He presses the bridge of his nose and goes back to typing, his long fingers quick and precise. How could a man be so sexy whilst doing a simple task? I cough and turn back to my papers before he can notice me staring; of course, he can probably scent my ceremonies across the air - they had become harder to control since we had accepted the bond. 

"Is this everything the police have on the local gangs?"

A gruff hum is all I get as a reply, which causes me to smile and stand. Knox is focused on something; he has been since this morning. I walk towards his hunched-over figure, and from behind, I slide my hands over his shoulders and chest. He sighs and un-tenses his muscles as I settle my head on his shoulder and nuzzle his neck with a kiss. I smell his skin and hum, my body relaxing as he takes his hands away from the keyboard and settles them on top of my hands. I smile and place gentle kisses along his jaw, smiling at the hum he releases at the back of his throat. 

"That feels nice."

I laugh, which causes him to turn to me and smile. His golden eyes sparkle, but beneath them, I can see the tiredness lingering from his overworked state. I take his face in my hands and smooth my thumbs along his cheeks. I wish I could help him more, but I have no qualifications in business; therefore, I can only offer comfort and support. 

"Why don't you rest for an hour? You can use my lap as a pillow."

He smiles at my gesture and leans forward to offer a brief kiss at the corner of my mouth. My cheeks become hot as he chuckles at me. Of course, we'd had an occasional peck on the cheek and lips, yet we hadn't gone further. We had somehow formed a rigid barrier and were too scared to break through it. It seemed that after I'd revealed my past to Knox, he had become more protective. I appreciate that; I love that he cares and respects me enough not to rush, but I also hate it. I want him to let go. I want him to run to me and devour me whole. I want to crawl into his bed and never leave. 

I want us to become one. 

"Whilst that sounds inviting, I have a meeting in ten minutes that I can't miss."

I groan and wrap my arms tightly around him and his chair; I don't want him to go anywhere. 

"What if I tie myself to you and hold you hostage?"

His laugh brings goosebumps to my arms, and I laugh alongside him as he removes his glasses and settles them on the desk. He growls playfully before taking my hands in his. A shiver rockets its way through my body, distracting me, and before I understand what is happening, Knox is out of his seat, and I am over his shoulder. He carries me as if I was nothing, and I cry out, my hands playfully tapping at his back in protest.

He stops before the window and lets me slide slowly down his chest. My chest and stomach brush the front of him, slowly embracing every muscle and curve. I gasp as he smiles and turns me, so my back is flush against his chest, and I'm staring out the window. His hands glide down my sides and settle on my waist, possessively holding me in place as he leans down and breaths along my neck. His breath stops at my ear, and I shudder as he moves his lips forward and allows them to brush the lobe of my ear. 

"I would happily have you wrapped around me day and night." 

The low seduction of his voice ignites heat in me; I moan without realising it and lean my head back against him. My body is alive with the need for him. He breathes down my neck, and with it, my skin tingles. My ass clenches as he inhales deeply and drops his hands lower to where my body awakens. He growls low at his discovery and pulls my ass against his growing bulge. I've never felt this way before like I could die from pleasure. 

"Just the thought of my scent inside you has me reacting."

He licks the shell of my ear and softly nips my lobe. I arch back and whimper, pushing myself against his erection harder. The friction causes him to suck out a breath as I whine with need; I was going to explode. 

"Can you feel what you do to me? - Can you smell it?"

His pheromones surround me, their presence zapping me as I breathe them deep and groan. I whine, letting myself fall into the feeling. My claws emerge, the tips cutting into Knox's suit as I hold onto his wrists and cry in ecstasy. He licks my ear again, the warmth building. Books always said that intimacy with your mate was on another level, but I didn't expect to get off from just the scent and feel of him. His erection grinds against my ass again, and I whine, wanting more than just friction. 

"Jax, I don't want to push you."

His presence leaves me as if coming to his senses, and I growl low; how dare he do this and walk away. I turn to him, my face flushed. He stares back, canines extended and pupils half-changed - he is on the verge of losing control. I step forward, and he steps back, his hands held up to keep me back. My heart swells as I realise he's trying to protect me from himself and his instincts. 

"I don't deserve you."

Knox growls and lowers his head. His hands clench into fists, and he stands rigid as he breathes deeply. 

"You deserve everything and more."

I smile; why all of a sudden did I feel embarrassed?

"I need to get to my meeting; feel free to look through the papers whilst I'm away. If anything shouts out to you, put it to one side."

I nod, and Knox smiles at me, his face scrunched in pain. How did he have such incredible self-control? Was he in pain?

"I won't be gone long."

"Ok."

He nods at me and then leaves, his hands still clenched as he swiftly slips out of his office. I breathe out a sigh and walk myself back to the sofa. I fall onto my stomach on the soft cushions and take hold of the set of documents that I'd previously been reading. I read deeper into reports, frowning at my discoveries. The virus made no sense; the gangs had little reason to create something so lethal, which could only mean one thing - the virus was the underworld doing. 

The gangs working in the open would typically have connections with the underworld. However, they would be nothing more than pawns and footsoldiers; The actual work was done in the depths of darkness, whispered between those cruel and sinister. Despite each gang controlling certain territories, they were each connected by one sole leader. I settle the file down and sigh; Knox could contact the authorities about this, but what if the police force were under the payroll of this underworld leader? 

I curse under my breath and rub my hands down my face. What could I do in this situation? Who could I go to for help? But then, I hear footsteps from outside and sit up as the door to Knox's office opens. I smile, and turn, expecting to find my mate; instead, my whole body freezes in response to the familiar steel-grey eyes that stare at me.

"Esai."

"Jax."

I feel the breath leave my lungs as the memories race through my mind; I feel empty and vulnerable. I feel tears swell in the corners of my eyes and let out a breath. I don't know what happens, but one moment I'm frozen as a statue, and the next, I'm in Esai's arms. His scent makes me heave, and I whimper as he lifts me into the air and holds me tightly against his body.

No, this can't be happening. Knox, I want Knox. 

His hand clutches the back of my head and forces my face against his chest, and suddenly I'm transported back to that room, drugged and alone. His breath is on me, his body is weighing me down, and I want to scream. 

"No."

He's laughing, and then we spin around in circles as if we're excited to see each other. My body trembles as I begin to cry; why didn't I have any strength? Why can't I push him away? Instead, I sink into myself, my body becoming numb as I attempt to get away from his hold, yet he's too strong. 

I gasp for breath and cry out just as the door to Knox's office bursts open. Sobs break from my throat as Knox's pheromones spill out towards me. I blink back tears and look towards him; his canines extend, and his pupils slit into diamonds as he growls and holds his hand out toward me. 

"Mr Quinn, it seems that my Omega is in your arms - I suggest you let him free."