Chapter 45

Alpha Jaxon’s POV

“Beautiful,” I whispered, tracing my thumb on Scar’s lower pink lip. She hummed, wrapping her delectable mouth around the digit. Her wet warm tongue slicked the skin, while she sucked in my thumb, pinning her hazy eyes on me. She let go with a pop, wiping her mouth with the back of her tiny hands. She did it better than she had back in our bedroom.

“Jesus Scar,” I hissed when she guided her hand on the front of my shorts. I was already hard for her, my cock was throbbing under her scrutiny and agonizing slow touch.

“I still can’t believe that you are mine,” she stated, grabbing me over the clothing.

“Neither can I love,” I breathed out, throwing my head back when she squeezed the leaking head gently. Tingles of want run up the appendage, spreading to my lower abdomen. Scar bit her lip lusciously, her sweet green orbs gleaming with want.

“A slave branded with the mark of an outcast, mated to the most powerful alpha. Now that is somethin