CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
AVA’S POV
“When we leave here successfully, you will be my husband, the husband to the Alpha,” I said almost in a whisper as Jaxon drew traces of kisses on my neck.
I don’t know how it happened, but Jaxon and I are dating. He is the most handsome man I have ever seen and he treats me like a queen. He never loved Catherine, that’s why he cheated on her, and he just divorced his wife for me.
“Are you going to give me the money I asked for?” He asked, giving me a love bite on my neck as he pressed my boobs tightly so that it almost hurt.
“Fuck yes,” I said, and I don’t know if I was replying to his question or replying to the pleasure he was giving me.
He pressed me against the door and continued nibbling my neck, the pleasure was good, but it wasn’t enough, so I took one of his hands from my boobs and placed it on my fuck.
“You are a naughty wolf, you know that?” he muttered, smiling at me as he massaged my pussy. I have never felt this good.
“Why the fuck would Catherine leave a man as good as he was?” I asked myself multiple times.
“Promise me you would follow me to the pack and you wouldn’t leave me the way you left Catherine?” I asked; the love he had for me these few days had blinded me already, and all I wanted was Jaxon.
“Fuck No, I want all of you,” He said, as he dipped two of his fingers into my pussy.
“Fuc…k, Jax…on,” I moaned; he was increasing his pace at every second and making my eyes roll repeatedly.
I bit my lips and held the room door tightly because I was already losing balance.
“Do you want my dick inside your pussy?” He asked, which was a stupid question, what else would I want if not him? I didn’t say that, though, because he might leave me and go jerk off somewhere else. He has done that before, and that scared me.
“Yes, Jaxon, please don’t leave me,” I pleaded and he smiled, making him more handsome than any man I have seen.
“You are my whore, hope you understand that?” He said, lifting me off the ground and heading to the bed.
“Yes,” I whispered, wrapping my legs around him.
He dropped me on the bed, and instead of coming on top of me, he lay beside me and he looked at me.
“I want you to ride me,” He said, and I gave him a frown.
Jaxon was always telling me to ride him; he has never done that for me; once it comes to sex, he leaves all the job for me to do, which gets exhausting sometimes, but regardless, I loved him.
“Are you going to do that or not?” He asked rudely, and I had to compile.
I jumped onto him and inserted his dick inside my pussy, and started riding him at a steady pace.
“You are fucking good, Ava,” He complimented, spanking me on my boobs and butt at the same time.
Just as Jaxon was about to jerk off, we heard a knock at the door.
“Ignore it and make me cum,” He said, although I wasn’t happy about the fact that he always gets to cum and I don’t.
“You what I will,” I said, and I continued riding him, getting faster by the second when the knock sounded at the door again.
“Who the fuck is it? We are fucking busy,” Jaxon yelled, getting exhausted from the interruption.
“It’s Mike and Harley, you motherfuckers,” Harley yelled, still knocking on the door.
I got off Jaxon immediately and wore a robe to cover my naked body.
“Hope you have some fucking good news?” I asked Harley as I opened the door.
Harley didn’t respond at first; she entered the room and saw Jaxon on the bed we shared. She didn’t know Jaxon, and I had started a relationship.
She turned to look at me from head to toe, giving me a suspicious look.
“You guys are fucking,” She stated, but it sounded like a question.
“Is Burke dead?” I asked Mike, ignoring Harley’s question because she was stating the obvious instead of ignoring it.
“Yes, Burke is dead,” Mike said, showing me a knife that was stained with blood.
A smile crept to the corners of my lips, hearing Burke’s death.
“How certain are you?” I asked, taking the knife from Mike, and tasting the blood.
“I stabbed him twenty-one times and ensured he wouldn’t be able to heal on time,” He said, and my joy knew no bounds.
“This calls for celebration,” I said to Harley, who was angry at me because I told her not to go with Mike. I picked a random person and paid her to go with Mike.
“I don’t think so, Ava; you don’t even know if he is certain that he killed Burke,” Harley said; she was trying to make me turn my back on Mike, but it wasn’t working.
Harley was angry that the crew was getting larger, asking how she would be Luna if Sereca was in the picture, she didn’t know Sereca was useless to me.
“He stabbed him twenty-two fucking times Ava; even the strongest wolf won’t survive that,” I said, dropping the bloody knife to the ground.
“Wolves are fucking heartless; you are killing your Alpha is a messed up shit,” Jaxon said, still laying on the bed, naked underneath the bed sheath. He has always been judgemental, that was part of the reason Harley disliked him, but I didn’t. We ignored his comment though.
“The person he killed had blond fucking hair, and Burke’s hair is black,” Harley said, and my Joy went down immediately.
“Don’t you know the Alpha?” I asked Mike and he nodded his head.
“I didn’t do the killing, the human you sent to me killed him and ran off immediately,” He said, with his legs shaking.
“I think they killed Jack,” Harley said, and my anger grew.
Suddenly we heard a knock on the door.
“Who the fuck is it?” I yelled, angrily.
“It’s the police officers of Chicago,” An unfamiliar masculine voice said and we all stood perplexed.