Chapter 11

Alpha Jaxon’s POV

I ran my fingers lightly along her curvy hip, my Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. My hand went down further, along the curve of her bottom, squeezing the flesh. Her labored breathing heightened and when I pulled her against my throbbing hardness, a shiver ran down my spine.

“Goodness Scarlett,” I rasped, the feeling of her throbbing wetness on my rigid length sending shudders all over my body. She let out a half sob of pleasure when I moved, creating friction. The atmosphere in the cell changed, temperature rising up in an instant. I ran my nose against her shoulder, nipping and biting on her flesh. I could detect whiffs of cheap soap that our prisoners used, but that only turned me more. I imagined her tiny hands touching her skin as she bathed, between her legs.

“Perfection,” I breathed as our bodies melted, her lithe figure moving gracefully against my body. With her eyes tightly shut, succulent lips parted producing low moans, Scarlett drove