Hi , I loved CLAIMED and I wonder if you could write Jax and Angel Reyes for the darker desires series. With the smut prompt 4 or 5 please?
Hi Anon!
A little cross over you say?
Well, who am I to refuse? 😉
She thought she was clever, bouncing between Santo Padre and Charming, spreading her time — and her legs — for whoever caught her eye. But word traveled fast in outlaw circles. Too fast.
The look on Jax Teller’s face when he clocked her at the Mayans’ bar said it all. The look Angel gave her when he saw her giggling on Jax’s lap a week later sealed her fate.
Now, shoved into a side room, the door slamming shut behind her, she knew she was in trouble.
“Thought you could play both sides, huh?” Angel’s voice was low, dangerous, as he dropped into a chair. He yanked her by the wrist, dragging her down onto his lap.
She squeaked, trying to squirm, but his arms wrapped around her waist, iron tight. His thighs spread wide, forcing her legs open with them, her back pressed to his chest, her breathing shallow.
“Stop fighting,” he muttered against her ear, his beard scraping her jaw.
Her heart thudded as Jax stepped in front of them, smirk curling slow across his lips. Kutte open, cigarette still burning between his fingers, he looked her up and down like she was meat on display.
“Bold little thing, aren’t you?” he drawled, tossing his smoke into the corner. He crouched low, level with her spread thighs, eyes fixed on the way Angel’s hand gripped her jaw, tilting her head back.
Angel chuckled dark, lips brushing her ear. “You wanted both clubs? Guess tonight, sweetheart, you get both.”
Her breath hitched, chest rising and falling fast, but Angel only tightened his grip, locking her against him. Jax leaned forward, his palms braced on her knees, pushing them wider until there was nothing left to hide.
Pinned, caged, and staring into Jax Teller’s cold blue eyes, she knew the game had changed.
Jax leaned in, his kutte brushing her knees as he settled between them, blue eyes sharp and amused.
“Look at you,” he drawled, fingers tracing the inside of her thigh. “Got Angel here holdin’ you open like a fuckin’ doll. Can’t even close your legs without askin’ permission, huh?”
She gasped when his touch slid higher, dragging over her panties. Angel’s hand on her jaw tightened, forcing her head to tilt, exposing her throat.
“She’s shakin’,” Angel murmured, lips grazing her ear. “But I don’t think it’s fear.”
Jax chuckled low, then hooked his fingers under the damp fabric and shoved it aside. Without warning, he pushed two fingers into her, knuckles deep, stretching her.
She cried out, jerking against Angel’s hold, but Angel’s arm locked around her waist like a steel bar.
“Yeah,” Jax muttered, pumping hard, thumb pressing cruelly against her clit. “Already wet. Nothin’ but a greedy little slut, aren’t you?”
Her voice broke, the sound spilling out before she could stop it — a high, desperate moan.
Jax’s grin sharpened. He leaned in closer, his face inches from hers, his pace rough and unrelenting.
“Shut that pretty little mouth,” he growled, his fingers slamming harder into her, “before I shut it for you.”
She whimpered, biting down on her lip, tears stinging the corners of her eyes from the brutal pace. Angel’s chest vibrated with a dark chuckle behind her, his hand sliding down to grip her throat, holding her steady as Jax finger-fucked her mercilessly.
“Good girl,” Jax rasped, curling his fingers just right, making her body jolt. “Take it. That’s all you’re here for tonight.”
Jax pulled his fingers free with a wet sound, wiping them deliberately across her thigh. “She’s ready for you,” he said, smirk curling.
Angel shifted beneath her, spreading his knees wider, his cock already hard and heavy against her ass. One hand slid down, tugging her panties aside; the other wrapped around her waist, lifting her just enough to line her up.
“Sit back down,” he ordered, voice rough in her ear.
She whimpered, body trembling, but he forced her down onto him in one smooth thrust, filling her deep. Her cry echoed in the room, sharp and breathless.
“Fuck, yeah,” Angel groaned, his grip bruising her hips as he held her still, buried to the hilt. “That’s what I needed.”
Jax leaned back against the table, watching with cold amusement as Angel set her pace. His hands on her waist guided her up and down, slow at first, then rougher, harder, until her thighs burned and her nails dug crescents into his forearms.
Her head tipped back against Angel’s shoulder, her cries tumbling out uncontrolled. His mouth was on her throat in an instant, teeth scraping, lips sucking dark marks into her skin.
She squirmed, trying to twist away, but he only growled and bit harder. “Stay fuckin’ still.” His teeth dragged down to her collarbone, another bruise blooming under his mouth.
“Angel—please—” she gasped, but it only made him buck up into her harder.
“Look at you,” he rasped against her skin, sweat slicking his temple as he slammed her down on him, “so perfect with my marks all over you.”
He pulled her tighter against his chest, grinding deep as his mouth moved lower, biting and sucking until her chest and throat were littered with his possessive marks. Her cries broke louder with every thrust, every bruise blooming under his lips.
Jax smirked, watching her unravel. “Fuck, Angel,” he muttered, voice low, “you’re makin’ a goddamn mess out of her.”
“Good,” Angel groaned, his pace brutal, his mouth dragging up to her ear. “She’s ours tonight.”
Angel’s thrusts slowed, but he didn’t let her catch her breath. His arm locked tight around her middle, holding her in place on his lap while Jax stepped forward, undoing his belt with a sharp snap.
“Open up,” Jax ordered, cock heavy in his hand.
Her lips parted on instinct, still gasping from Angel’s brutal rhythm. Jax shoved in deep, groaning as her throat tightened around him.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he muttered, fisting her hair to guide her pace. “Knew that mouth was good for somethin’.”
Pinned between them, she could only whimper — Angel’s cock splitting her open from below, Jax’s filling her throat from the front. Every time Angel thrust up, Jax pulled her down, using her body like they’d rehearsed it.
Spit streamed down her chin, tears streaking her cheeks, her cries muffled around Jax’s cock. Angel groaned against her ear, his hips snapping rough.
“Jesus,” he rasped, watching her take it from both sides, “she’s fuckin’ perfect like this.”
Jax smirked, fucking her mouth deeper, making her gag. “Told you she needed a lesson.” He grunted, his thrusts sharp. “Now she’s gettin’ it.”
She tried to twist her head, gasping for air, but Jax yanked her back onto him, growling low. “No, sweetheart. You don’t stop ‘til I’m done.”
Angel’s pace grew ragged, his arm like iron around her waist. His teeth found her shoulder again, biting hard enough to leave another mark. “Take it,” he groaned, rutting up into her. “Take both of us, just like that.”
Her whole body trembled, wrecked between them, their voices snarling over her sobs. Spit, sweat, bruises — they covered her, using her like she was nothing more than a toy to pass between them.
And she couldn’t stop. Couldn’t escape. All she could do was obey.
Angel’s rhythm turned frantic, hips jerking up hard as he pinned her tighter to his chest. His groans were hot in her ear, beard scraping her jaw. “Fuck—yeah, that’s it, hermosa—take all of me.”
Jax’s thrusts into her mouth grew rougher, erratic, his jaw tight, blue eyes locked on her tear-streaked face. He yanked her hair back, forcing her to look up at him while her lips stretched around him.
“Messy fuckin’ bitch,” he snarled, smearing spit across her cheek with his thumb. “Thought you could play both sides? Now look at you — ruined on both our cocks.”
She sobbed, choking around him, her body convulsing as Angel slammed up into her one last time. Angel groaned loud, spilling deep inside her, grinding to make sure she took every drop.
Her muffled cry vibrated around Jax’s cock, dragging a guttural groan from his chest. He pulled out sharp, stroking himself hard before painting her face with hot ropes of cum, streaking across her cheeks and lips.
“Fuckin’ perfect,” he muttered, smirk curling as he smeared it into her skin with his hand. “Right where you belong.”
Angel held her limp against him, still buried, cum dripping down her thighs. He pressed his mouth to her ear, voice low, smug. “Next time you think about playin’ games, remember this. You’re ours when we say. No questions.”
Jax zipped his jeans, lighting a cigarette like it was nothing, exhaling smoke as he looked her over — dripping, marked, her face covered in his release.
“Bitch finally learned her place,” he said flatly, then blew the smoke toward the ceiling, eyes cold.
