Chapter 236

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Jules felt like her head was spinning. She couldn t understand how she landed in the current situation where she was kneeling in front of a lycan who was nowhere good enough for her to do such a thing, and yet when he called her his little good girl , something jolted awake in her. She felt utterly pleased. Loved. Wanted. Desired.

Even if it was for a short while, she wanted this to go on. She wanted someone to love her just because she was Jules and not Jules Drakos. For a night alone, she wanted to forget that name.

So, before she knew it, she had slipped out of the hoodie that she was wearing. The grey fabric hit the floor with a low thump sound. However, the man s eyes never fell on his branded hoodie that was discarded like a paper towel. Instead, his eyes continued to stare at her curves; there was a hint of admiration in his eyes, and the dark glint in those electric blues told her that he liked whatever he was seeing.

And yet he didn t jump on her.

The last time she was with a man, he had pounced on her, and, without doing any further foreplay, without giving her enough time to prepare herself, he had thrust within her. Screaming and yelling about how he was going to pump her up with his wolf seeds and make her give birth to a litter. That poor man didn t even know that dragon shifters were just like other shifters; unless they allowed a person to mark them, the pregnancy thing would never happen.

And even if they were marked and imprinted, unless they accept having the child of their partner, it won t happen.

This happened months ago, and ever since then, Jules had never gotten the release that she wanted, that she needed and craved, because Jules was worried that she would get another weirdo with a pregnancy fetish. Because of this very reason, she had stayed clear of male shifters because she knew that they were never going to satisfy her the way she wanted.

But something about Ajax

"You can t mark me," she told the man with a hint of reproach in her voice.

"Won t even dream of it, princess," said the man as he reached out and held her in his arms.

And the second, Jules threw herself in those sturdy, muscular arms; things went crazy. She had stripped bare to begin with, but the fabric that was clinging to the man s body annoyed her so much that she tore it off with her claws.

"Easy there, princess," the man chuckled in that deep, rich and masculine voice that sent shivers down her spine.

Yet she couldn t ease down. She ripped the shirt away before taking off his jeans and underpants. Once the man was naked, with his skin flushed against her, she sighed dreamily before peppering kisses down his neck and jaw. Her tongue lashed, licked and swirled while her teeth bit, nipped and marked.

The scent of the lycan was sending her into a frenzy that she couldn t understand. She closed her eyes and relished the warmth of his skin. Her dragon flushed right against her surface as she breathed in his scent. Something about Ajax made them crazy and yet just as she was about to get a hang of the thought or before she could realise what was going on

When the man reached out and curled an arm against her waist. Her back hit the mattress, and Jules let out a little squeal. She raised her eyes and looked at those electric blues that were getting darker by the second. "You said no marking."

He pointed to the marks on his neck and questioned, "What are these?"

Jules s eyes widened when she realised that she had marked the man because this was something that she had never done. Not even when the man was a bit skilled in bed, which was rare, considering that she had always run into deadbeats.

However, instead of apologising, she shrugged and stated, "Well, I can mark you, but you are not allowed to mark me. Don t forget who stands at the top here."

The man chuckled. He reached out and pinched one of her hardened nipples; it made her wince, but at the same time, it shot a zap which hit her right into her core, sending tingling sensations up her spine.

"I don t know about that, princess. But you are under me here for the time being," teased the man.

Anger and humiliation filled Jules s heart. She was about to snap that the man needed to stop talking and do something when Ajax leaned down and took one of her nipples in her mouth. His tongue lashed against the flesh, swirling, licking and sometimes tugging. Each time he did something with his tongue, Jules felt stars sparkle in front of her eyes.

And those stars started to twinkle when Ajax reached out and cupped her core. There was no finesse, no sweet words and no crude vulgarity. He was straightforward and right on the spot. The palm of his heel started to grind against her clit, which sent little sparks all over her body; her head started to lighten up, and all other thoughts vanished from existence.

A moan slipped out of her lips, and Jules wrapped her arms around the man, pulling him close. More. She wanted more.

"I will give you more."

Jules s eyes flickered open. Did she say that out loud? Maybe she did, but she didn t care about it. Not that she didn t want to, but couldn t, not with those thick, calloused fingers now pumping inside of her. Gasps and moans now seemed to have become her close friends. She just couldn t help but embrace them.

The dual onslaught made her curl her toes as Ajax consumed her. Her nipples strained beneath the attention that he was giving her, a subtle ache that she couldn t withstand.

But it was not enough. noveldrama

"Ajax... come on... Give me more; you promised me," she whimpered.

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