Captured: Chapter 10

I head to the gym, my muscles tense.

I need to burn off this…whatever the fuck this is since a certain brunette with haunted hazel eyes walked into our lives fourteen fucking days ago, wearing nothing but a towel covering those delicious curves.

She was full of fire and sass, but there was a pain in her eyes, one that made my own beast sit up, sniff the air, and take notice.

My dick stirs in my black shorts, pressing against the fabric as I think about her sitting on the toilet, her glorious rosy tits out, staring at me with a look of slight fear, yet pupils blown with lust.

The fucked up asshole that I am, it’s that edge of fear that really makes me hard. Imagining my big hands wrapped around her throat, and squeezing as I pound hard and fast into her tight cunt…

Fuck!

I start walking faster, I’m practically jogging at this point. I desperately need the release that only working out can give me. Nothing else comes close to the freedom I feel when I’m pushing myself to get bigger, to become stronger. It’s an addictive pain; building bulk, tearing muscles. Getting bigger hurts like a motherfucker sometimes, but I need to be strong. Powerful. Able to defend those that I love.

Reaching the locker room, I scan my ID card across the keypad on the door to gain access, and then step through to be engulfed with the sweet smell of sweat and hard fucking work.

A relieved sigh escapes my lips as I breathe it in, comfort washing over me and relaxing me like nothing else. Excited anticipation pulses through me as I reach my locker, using my card again to open it.

A box of unused hypodermic needle syringes fall out, scattering across the floor with a clatter, some landing a few lockers away.

“Shit,” I curse under my breath, bending down and picking up the ones at my feet. Turning to reach for the few that landed a couple of feet away, I see a muscled hand, not anywhere near as big as mine, grab them and hold them out to me.

“You dropped these, bro,” he says, a slight tremor in his hand. Pussy. Kyle? Karl? Some shit like that, I think. “How’s it going?” he asks, trying to catch my eye.

“Yeah, good, I guess,” I grunt, looking at him, not really wanting to talk.

“Hey, can you hook me up with some more juice? Your dad gets us the best shit,” he replies, a touch of envy in his voice as he hands me the packet of hypos. His eyes are wide and hopeful, with a touch of hero worshipping. Fucking pathetic.

“Sure,” I mumble, facing my locker, clenching my fist and almost breaking the needles as thoughts of the cumstain who calls himself my father flashes across my vision. He’s such a cuntish waste of oxygen.

I stuff the syringes back into the box, placing them into my locker. Taking my earbuds out of their case, I pop them in, discouraging further conversation.

Exiting the locker room, leaving him standing there like a fucking douche, I hit play on my phone, and Scared of the Dark by Lil Wayne and Ty Dolla $ign comes on. The lyrics flow over me as I wrap my hands and walk over to the punching bags, laying into one and making it swing violently. The dull thud of my fists hitting the bag sounds to the beat of the song.

I’m not fucking weak, and I’m not scared. Not anymore.

I emerge from the library on Friday night, bleary-eyed from all of the reading that we’re expected to do, and the tough first two weeks we’ve just had.

They don’t fuck round here, do they? I think wearily as I make my way down the dark corridor towards my dorm. A shadow steps in front of me, and I freak the fuck out, jumping about six feet in the air and screaming like…well, like a girl.

“Jesus fucking Christ on a cross!” I shout as the light hits his face, and I recognise him as one of the guys that hangs out with the Save the Whale Crew. He’s even got on a blue stone washed t-shirt with ‘Keep the Beaches Clean’ written on it. I must admit, the surfer vibe does suit his dark blonde hair, which is longer on top reaching to just above his ears. But there’s a coldness in his blue gaze that leaves me feeling the need to run, and run far away.

“Sorry, babe,” he chuckles, reaching out to steady me with his hand. I take a step back, but feel his sweaty palm through my top as it alights on my arm. Eww, back off, perv.

“No worries…” I trail off. I can’t for the life of me remember his name.

“Robert,” he prompts with a charming smile. Although it seems a little off, like the smile Hook gives Peter Pan before he tries to stab him. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I would stab that brat too. Fucking chauvinistic twat.

“No worries, Robert.” I smile tightly and go to move down the hall. But he doesn’t let go of my arm, if anything, his hand tightens. A shudder runs through me.

“Was there…something you wanted to say?” I enquire, looking up from his hand to see his smile widen a fraction. Alarm bells start to ring in my head matching my beating heart.

“Well, I heard you were…good friends with Loki, so I wanted to see if you’d like to go for a walk? I’d love to be friends with a girl who has your…experience.”

Wow! Someone smacked him a little too hard with the charming stick and ended up at fucking bellend.

“I’m gonna go with a hard no on that one. Thanks, but no thanks,” I deadpan as I turn to walk away. His grip becomes bruising, enough to cause a sharp intake of breath to escape me, which only makes him tighten it more, his eyes sparkling with a hint of lust and excitement.

“I thought we could go this way,” he guides us down the hall, still oozing boy next door charm, if one could be a boy next door type with a malicious glint in his eyes. What a straight up cunt.

He gives me the shivers, but not the good kind. He starts dragging me down the corridor when I begin to resist in earnest, trying to pull my arm out of his bruising grip.

“Get your fucking slimy hands off me!” I shout, my heart pounding as I try twisting in his grip.

All of a sudden, I hear a rumbling growl behind me, my body sagging in relief at the same time that my nipples harden.

Firstly, what the fuck kinda reaction is that? We should be shitting ourselves. Secondly, give me a break, nips! You girls have been like a fucking standing ovation since we came here.

Robert pauses to look behind him, the colour draining from his face and leaving him paler than a corpse. One second I’m looking into his white pasty complexion, the next a sharp pain stings my arm, and Robert the fuckface is no longer holding onto me. He’s been ripped off and is literally being pinned by his neck to the wall by a hulking Norse god who’s vibrating with rage.

Robert’s face is no longer as pale as Casper’s, in fact, it’s slowly turning purple. His eyes are bugging out in the most unattractive way, like a frog that’s being squeezed.

“You ever touch her, or fucking look at her again, ” Jax snarls, teeth bared. His voice is like dark shadows, full of warning as if he’s a beast about to rip this guy’s throat out with his teeth. “I will tear your fucking balls off with my bare fucking hands.”

Called it.

An acrid smell fills the air as Robert, like the pathetic wanker that he is, pisses himself. Ewww. Jax gives him a small shake then lets him go, leaving him a gasping heap on the floor, covered in his own urine. Fucking disgusting.

“Get the fuck out of here,” Jax sneers in that delicious growl, and Fucktard—he doesn’t deserve his own name—struggles to his feet and stumbles down the corridor.

“Jax?” I whisper, his back towards me. His whole body is shaking, his fists are tightly clenched, and his breathing is laboured.

“Jax?” I say again softly, approaching him like I would a wounded wild animal. I give him some space, walking round his side. I’m cautious, but my compass must be screwed because suddenly, my core is aching with need even as my heart races with more than a little fear.

“Jax, hey, I’m okay,” I assure him, feeling so protected when I’m in his presence, like nothing will ever hurt me again. I know in my very bones that he’ll never harm me. That I’m safe. Which is batshit crazy as I barely know the guy. I should be terrified of his barely controlled rage, but I’m just…not.

I finally reach him, coming round to that beautiful broad chest of his. His eyes are now closed, his nostrils flared with the effort of his breaths. He looks like he’s about to explode, danger and barely suppressed violence rolling off him in intoxicating waves.

Hesitating for a beat, I take a deep breath and step closer until I’m surrounded by his wonderful citrus musk—ah, he’s the lemon body wash—and my hand makes contact with his impossibly hard pec, which is burning with his body heat. I can feel the beat of his heart through his tank top, pounding so hard and fast that I’m amazed it’s still trapped inside his chest.

“Don’t touch me yet,” he says roughly, my hand immediately stilling. “I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice is like velvet covered boulders sliding across my skin.

“I trust you, Jax. You won’t force me to do anything I don’t already want with you,” I whisper, surprised at how quickly my fear has given way to lust.

His eyes snap open, the blue piercing like icicles, slicing straight through me, and I gasp.

“Baby Girl…” he starts through clenched teeth, his jaw so tight his short beard bristles. “I don’t have the control…”

His words have the opposite effect on me, and rather than scare me, they make my thighs clench tighter and my heart pound. My fingers tingle and I’m left feeling breathless, the want I can see in his gaze setting my nerves on fire. I need the risk he poses. I’m like the rabbit that needs the chase to feel alive.

“So lose control,” I breathe, my fist bunching in his tank, my mouth a hair’s breadth away from his.

There’s a shift in his eyes as the blue sharpens to a razor point, and he takes in a mammoth breath, his chest getting even bigger.

Suddenly, he picks me up, one burning hot hand under each thigh and a squeal leaves my throat. He hoists me in his strong arms like I weigh nothing, pulling me flush against his rock hard body, and I nuzzle my face into his neck, breathing him in. I can feel his heat seeping through my lace knickers, my core burning with the contact, and I’m dripping with aching need and gasping. His hands are tight enough to bruise, and I revel in the edge of pain, wrapping my arms round his thick neck even tighter.

I have a flash of uncertainty. I thought this kind of thing, being with more than one guy, only happened in my reverse harem novels? I’ve spent the week in Loki’s bed, in Loki’s arms. Will he be okay with this? He did say he didn’t mind sharing…

We get to our dorm, and Jax unlocks the door one handed, carrying me inside and ignoring the other guys who are sitting on the sofas. I see their faces, Kai’s blush—he is just too cute—and Ash’s narrowed gaze and compressed lips. I flip him off, smiling sweetly.

My eyes alight on Loki’s emerald ones, and I bite my lower lip nervously until I notice that he’s smirking.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Loki calls as we reach the bottom of the stairs, giving me a saucy wink.

Huh, so I guess he is okay with this then.

Jax growls, and I swear I almost come from the delicious vibrations that travel through my core. I squirm and grind against him, desperate for more friction. Jax growls at me again and holds my thighs even tighter, sending sweet tendrils of pain from his fingertips. They just add to the pleasure of his hard, hot body pressed against my lace-covered pussy.

He gets to his bedroom door and flings it open, making it crash loudly against the wall, and I’m sure I hear something fall off and land with a thud on the carpet, but don’t have it in me to care right now.

“If you want to stop this anytime, just say ‘red,’ okay, Baby Girl?” he cautions, pulling back, and looking directly into my eyes, his demons just underneath the surface of his own sapphire ones.

I nod, incapable of speech and shivering with pent up arousal, wetting my lips. He slams the door shut with his foot and carries me over to his bed, which I notice is in various shades of blue. I can’t take in much more as he flings me onto the mattress with such force that I bounce, landing in a mound of pillows with a squeak.

“This won’t be gentle,” he rumbles, violence still surrounding the air round him as he rips off, like literally tears in half, his tank.

I’m frozen to the spot as he begins to undress, watching with greedy eyes, my body filled with breathless anticipation and heated arousal. He toes off his trainers, and his gym shorts are next, showing me that, like Loki, he forgoes underwear. My mouth drops open as his hard erect cock jumps out.

Fucking hell with a waffle on top!

His hammer—snort—is even bigger standing to attention, and a thread of doubt runs through me as I genuinely wonder if it’ll fit in Her Vagisty.

A shower and a grower? Jesus.

As if reading my mind, he smirks in a cocksure way, going to his bedside drawer, and pulling out a bottle of lube and a condom packet, which he throws down beside me.

I squirm and moan at the sight of him as he kneels on the bed, gasping when he grabs my legs and yanks me down towards him. He pulls off my red suede heels, leaving my knee-high lace edged socks on, rubbing his huge palms up my legs. I’m breathless and tingling all over, desperate for more.

His hands dip under my tartan mini skirt, hooking his fingers in the navy lace knickers I chose today, and agonisingly slowly, he pulls them down my thighs, then over my knees, and finally along my calves and off my feet.

I’m squirming on the bed, I can feel myself dripping onto his sheets. He brings the lace to his nose, and whilst keeping his gaze locked on mine, he takes a huge inhale, growling deep, his cock jumping as he takes in my scent.

“Ever since that first night, when we heard you cry out Loki’s name, I’ve wondered what you’d smell like, taste like, fucking feel like,” he groans, his words leaving me so turned on I’m surprised I’m not glowing fucking neon. “I’ve gripped my dick more times over the last week with your cry ringing in my ears than I have in the past year,” he admits in that ocean deep voice of his.

“Had I known, I would have happily gripped it for you,” I sass back breathily, and one side of his lips lifts in a smirk.

Fuck. Me. I’m literally panting with need here, unable to take my eyes off this god of a man.

He throws my knickers over his massive shoulder, his eyes darting to my soaking wet cunt, and licking his lips as he lowers himself down before grabbing each of my thighs on the inside and spreading me wide for him. Then he licks me from my opening to clit in one smooth stroke of his tongue. My hips buck, and I throw my head back hard.

It feels so fucking good.

He brings that wicked tongue back to my opening, using the same move and licking me over and over, with slow torturous passes like he has all the fucking time in the world. It’s maddening, and leaves me writhing round, desperately seeking out more friction. More connection.

“Stop fucking teasing me, Jax!” I grind out, looking down at him and panting hard. I’m so fucking wired, I feel like a spring that’s ready to burst.

“So impatient, Baby Girl,” he chuckles, and I thrash like a stormy sea as the vibrations of his laughter combine with his warm breath on my swollen pussy. His grip on my inner thighs tighten, his large fingers digging in.

“You want more?” he asks like an arsehole, giving me another slow lick, like I’m a bowl of fucking cream and he’s a cat.

“Yes!” I all but scream at him, causing another mischievous chuckle to tumble out of his glistening lips.

Letting go of one leg, he brings his hand up and taps my aching pussy in warning, right over my clit and sending a zing of electricity through me. I can’t say that I dislike the little bit of pain.

“Please, Jax,” I beg, practically crying with need.

“Good girl,” he utters as he lowers down again and takes my clit in his mouth, sucking hard as three of his massive fingers slam into me and start fucking me hard.

“Jax! Shit, Jax!” I yell out as I feel the burn of an orgasm beginning in my core, sending shockwaves all over my body.

He sucks even harder, grazing the bud with his teeth, and I explode, liquid gushing out of me. My eyes roll, and I see fucking galaxies as the intense orgasm rips through me.

“Fuck, Baby Girl. That was so hot.” I hear him rumble with appreciation while I come to.

I look up to see his beard dripping with my juices just as he wipes an arm across it. He reaches over, and I hear the foil of the condom wrapper tearing, then watch him slide it down his impressive length. He must have to get extra bloody large! Squirting some lube in his hand, he slathers it over his huge cock, giving it a few pumps with his fist clenched tightly round it.

I lay there, completely boneless, as he crawls up and over me before nestling himself between my thighs. I can feel his hard cock poking my entrance, causing another shiver to travel up my already sensitive body as my legs wrapped round his hips.

He traces his fingers along my throat, and then with both hands grips my t-shirt and, I shit you not, tears it in half down the middle, just like the way he ripped his.

“That’s better,” he grins cheekily.

Prick! And I’m just about to rip him a new one for desecrating my clothes when he asks, “You ready, Baby Girl?”

He doesn’t even give me a chance to respond as he begins to nudge his hard length inside me, inch by delicious inch.

Fucking Nora!

I can feel myself stretching in the best possible way, and there’s a slight burn as he pushes all the way in. My eyes are practically rolling as he pushes in further, and I feel my walls clenching at his invasion.

“So goddamn tight,” he groans, finally bottoming out as his hips meet mine. I feel so full, like there’s not a millimeter of vacant space.

“Jax!” I gasp, clawing at him, desperate for him to move and give me the pleasure that I’m craving.

He starts to slowly withdraw, giving me time to get used to his size, but I’m done with him teasing me. I want him to let go, to lose control, and come out the other side. It feels important for him to see that he can’t hurt me.

“I thought you were gonna lose control?” I say saucily, and his eyes flick to mine.

He hovers above me, his dick just an inch or two inside my wet heat. Something snaps in the blue orbs at my words, like an icicle breaking off a porch roof, and then he’s slamming all the way into me, his pelvis hitting mine with a smack. I scream in anguished pleasure as he fills me so completely, I’m surprised there’s room to breathe.

The bedposts hit the wall with a thud, and I swear I hear the headboard crack with the force of his thrust.

Whoops!

He keeps pounding into me, making animalistic sounds come from deep within my throat, and it feels like he hits my fucking cervix every damn time! He’s working so hard there’s sweat beading on his temple, and his beautiful chest gleams with it.

I’m basically just holding on for dear life, my nails biting into his huge shoulders, leaving red crescents in their wake.

I start to feel the familiar burn of another orgasm, building fast into an uncontrollable raging fire under my skin. One of his hands reaches up and grasps my throat, not hard enough to cut off my air supply completely, but enough to show me that he very easily could.

“JAAAXXX!!” I scream as I shatter into a million pieces, seeing white for a moment.

He pounds into me even harder, once, twice, then he stills, roaring his release and filling the condom with his hot seed.

Somehow, he manages to collapse half off of me so that I’m not crushed underneath him, his softening cock still inside me. We lie there for a long while, relearning how to breathe and putting our pieces slowly back together.

Opening his eyes, he looks at me with that penetrating blue gaze, something hard to decipher swimming in their depths. Gratitude? Relief?

“Baby Girl…” he starts, that beautiful deep voice rubbing all over me, and I tingle from the sound. There’s a feeling of awe in his tone as he pulls out and I wince slightly at the ache he leaves behind. “Did I hurt you? Fuck, are you okay?” he rushes out, pushing up, and I smile warmly at his worry for my well being.

“Only in the best fucking possible way, Jax,” I reply huskily, reaching with my fingers to stroke his face, feeling his rough beard as I brush his chin.

His smile is so blindingly beautiful and full of joy, that my breath hitches. Taking the condom off and wrapping it in a tissue which he leaves on the bedside cabinet, he shuffles closer to me, putting his forehead against mine, and whispers, “Thank you, Baby Girl,” then kisses me gently, melting me completely.

I smile, my eyes feeling heavy and already closing. Just before I drift off, I feel him pull me to him so that all space between our bodies is eliminated.

“Thank you for taking the rage away,” he breathes, warmth caressing my ear. Then the darkness overtakes me, leaving me feeling the safest I’ve felt in a long time.