Summary: A smutty reimagining of the diamond scene in the latest chapter.
Note/Disclaimer: It’s great that PB had the option for a Lily + Jax + MC scene in the newest chapter! It’s just not what I imagine for my serial monogamist MC Lydia. This reimagining is just my personal preference. 🙂
Lydia is vaguely aware of Lily saying she feels better. She’s vaguely aware of Lily laughing when she sees the way Jax and Lydia are staring at each other, and asking if she should go. Lydia drags her eyes off of Jax’s long enough to glance at Lily and to see Lily grin knowingly before slipping out of the room.
But she is very aware of Jax staring at her, at the way his eyes burn into hers as he makes his way over once Lily leaves. She’s all too aware of his hands settling on his hips, his lips hovering over hers.
“I want you. Now,” Lydia breathes, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Jax leans in, kissing her all too briefly. “You two aren’t…” he asks.
“No. We’re just friends. I’d do a lot for her. But this…”
She kisses him again, soft and slow. “This I want with you. Only you.”
Jax lifts her up, and her legs wrap around him automatically. His lips crash against hers, his fangs pricking at her lower lip just enough that she can taste the faintest tinge of blood when they part and she licks her lips.
Jax growls at the sight, kissing her again, then lowers them down to the floor. He kisses insistently down her neck, and Lydia tugs at his jacket.
“Off,” she says.
He leans back just long enough to get his arms out of the sleeves and toss it aside, and then he’s hovering back over her.
“Can I-“ he begins.
“Yes. Please,” she all but begs.
Lydia gasps when he sinks his fangs into her, digging her fingers into his back.
“Mmm. Jax,” she moans.
Heat rushes to her belly, his hair tickling her cheek. She thinks she could come apart just from him feeding on her. But he stops far too soon, and Lydia protests. She wants more. Lily feeding on her had been intense, but Jax feeding on her is so arousing that she’s shaking.
Jax seals her wounds, then presses his finger to her lips, his eyes narrowing and his lips parting when she lightly sucks it into her mouth.
“You’ve already been fed on,” he grunts. “I have to stop.”
She frowns. He’s right, but…
“Damn it,” she mutters, and hears Jax chuckle low in his throat.
“Next time,” he replies, and all she can think is that she hopes there are a lot of next times.
Jax presses his lips back to hers, tangling their tongues together. He pauses when she pulls at his shirt, whipping it over his head and then tugging her to sit upright to get hers off. She rakes her fingers down his chest, taking in the way he drops his head forward when she digs her nails in, just a little.
“Lydia,” he moans.
Lydia tilts her head up, lacing her other hand into his hair, their lips coming together. Jax squeezes her hips, then stands her up and kneels before her, his fingers deftly undoing her pants. She sheds the rest of her clothing, biting her lip at the heat and intensity on Jax’s face when she’s bare before him. He stands suddenly, lifting her up again, and moving them impossibly fast across the room.
“What are-oh!” Lydia gasps, grasping Jax’s shoulders when he presses her against a wall and kneels.
He stares up at her, leaving a deliberate line of kisses across her hips, until she’s writhing and pleading with him. She slips her hand down, tangling in his hair briefly, and frowns when Jax halts her hand in its tracks. He nips at her thigh, then lifts her leg to rest on his shoulder.
“Oh god. Yes. Please. Now,” she babbles.
Both of her hands bury in his hair when he runs the flat of his tongue over her wet folds, then plunges it into her.
Lydia doesn’t know how she manages to remember that this entire place is full of vampires, but she clamps one of her hands over her mouth, muffling her scream. God but he’s good at this, sliding his tongue in and out, curling it and just touching that sensitive spot, slipping it out to press against her clit, until she’s about to scream again.
She makes incoherent, muffled noises against her palm, tugging at his hair until he slips his fingers inside her, presses the tip of his tongue to her, and makes her orgasm rip through her. All of her muscles tighten, her eyes squeezing shut, his name a stifled shout into her hand. When she opens her eyes again, she’s slumped against the wall, panting.
Jax is holding her up, slowly kissing up her thighs. He stands, a satisfied look on his face.
“Holy shit,” Lydia says, and Jax grins.
“Good?” he rumbles.
She barks out a laugh. “Yeah. Really, really good.”
She drops her hand between them, fumbling with his belt buckle. Jax strips out of the rest of his clothes unceremoniously, and Lydia stares. She runs her hand over his hardened length, unable to deny that it turns her on even more when he throbs in her fingers, knowing how badly he wants her. Jax nips at her shoulder.
“I want more though,” Lydia murmurs, lowering her hand and twisting her hips against his. “I want you. All of you.”
Jax wordlessly lifts her up again, the wall hard and cool against her back. He thrusts into her, groaning when she clenches her muscles around him. She does it again, grinning a little when he thrusts into her harder.
“Lydia,” he says huskily. “You feel so good, love.”
She runs her fingers up the back of his neck and into his hair. “So do you. So good.”
Jax grips her thighs, shifting her and pressing in harder, deeper, and making her moan. Lydia sinks her teeth into his neck, and Jax slams into her. She clings to him tightly, desperate to be as close as possible, to feel his chest rising and falling rapidly, his skin growing slick with sweat, his fingers digging into her when they both come apart. Lydia gasps into his mouth when he presses his lips to hers to muffle her cries.
“Mmm,” she murmurs with pleasure when he rests his forehead against hers.
Jax still has her held against the wall and tilts his head, kissing her languidly. He turns his lips into her palm when she cups his cheek in her hand.
“Hey,” she murmurs. “I meant what I said. I’m on your side. I’ll do anything you need, to help you.”
His eyes burn into hers. “I know you will. That means a lot, Lydia.”
He slowly lowers her legs down, and she sighs at the loss of contact. Jax smiles, sliding his hand into her hair.
“We should get back,” he says.
“I know. Just…a few minutes?”
Jax nods, brushing his lips over hers.
She has so much more she wants to say, though she wonders if this is the right time or place. Then she remembers that she could have died last night, that either of them could die at any time, and thinks there won’t ever be the right time or place.
“Jax?”
“Yeah?” he asks.
“I care about you. You know that, right?”
He’s quiet for a moment, his hand running rhythmically through her hair. “I know,” he says at last.
Jax cups her face between his hands. “I care about you too, Lydia.”
He kisses her once more, deep and sincere.
“Now, we really do need to get back,” he says.
He starts retrieving her clothes from where they’re strewn around the room.
Lydia takes them and glances down. “What, you don’t like this look on me?” she teases him.
Jax’s pupils dilate, his eyes impossibly dark, roving over her body.
“Oh, I do. I’d just prefer to be the only one seeing that look.”