Ch. 671..675: The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy Chapter 671-675
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I just stare up at Jackson for a long, long moment, not knowing what to do or how to express this brand new fear and keep my dignity.
"Ariel," Jackson says again, his frown deepening as he strokes a comforting hand over my hair, his hand tracing through the long damp strands of it. "What's wrong? What are you talking about?"
Slowly, I drop my head and look down, stepping away from him slightly - just enough that I can get a good look at him, my fingertips still trailing along the skin of his waist. And when I do get a good look at Jackson's full body it does...absolutely nothing to quell my newly burgeoning fears.
“Jackson,” I murmur, glancing up at his face and then back down. "Jacks...it's not going to fit."
He goes perfectly still for a few long moments as I stare, but then he bursts into laughter. I whip my head up, staring into his eyes, not entirely sure why he's not taking this as seriously as I am.
Fervently, I shake my head, pleading with him to see the facts of biology for what they are. "Jackson, I am a small person
"Ariel!"
"It's just proportionally! It is not going to fit!"
He laughs harder now, pulling me close again, wrapping his arms around me and holding me tight.
"I'm serious, Jacks!" I shout, devastated and appalled as I once again feel the mass of him against my body, intimidatingly large. "Seriously, do you not understand physics!? There's a limited amount of space -"
"Ariel," Jackson growls, his laughter fading a little as he moves one hand to my face and palms my chin, turning my eyes up to him. He still smiles, shaking his head a little. "It's going to fit, okay?"
"It's not -"
He growls again, dropping his other hand now, sliding it down my arm until he grasps my own hand. Then he raises both together, slipping them between our bodies and not stopping until my palm lays flat against him, my fingers curling around the wide width of his cock. "Trust me, Ariel - it's going to fit."
My chest rises and falls quickly with my anxious breaths, even as my hand starts to move, experimentally feeling out the long length of him. My eyes go wide as I press my hand first down to the base of his cock and then trace all the way up to the tip, shocked not only by the length and girth of it but also by how incredibly soft the skin is, and how hard beneath.
Fascinated, I look down at it again, moving my hand over it, slow and experimental. And even if I am still, quite justifiably, intimidated...
turns in my core. A hard shuda cate
passes through Jackson as I move my hand again up to the top wrapping my fingers all the way
around it to see if they'll meet on the other side.
They don't. Not even fucking close.
Jackson takes a long, shaky breath and I look up into his face, curious, watching his expression as I move my hand slowly over him, getting used to this new aspect of my mate. "What does that feel like?"
"It feels," he growls, clearly struggling hard to control himself, "like I'm about eight seconds from throwing you over my shoulder, Ariel, and carrying you to bed."
I burst into a grin but then I bite my lip, glancing back down at where my hand moves again slowly down and then up. "How do you know it will fit?"
“Because,” he snarls, “you were made for me, Ariel. Just like I was for you. Every piece of your body is a match for mine, and especially this one. There's no way it doesn't fit."
"I don't know," I murmur, looking back down at Jackson's thick cock and biting my lip, filled with doubt. I mean, I don't know what I expected - he's a gigantic person, why wouldn't every single part of him be gigantic? "It's like...really big -"
"Only one way to find out," Jackson snaps, and then I gasp and burst out laughing again as he dips low and tucks his shoulder firmly into my waist, wrapping an arm around the back of my knees as he stands up and briskly reaches out to flick off the shower.
"We didn't even wash our hair!" I shriek, still laughing so hard I can barely draw breath.
"Fuck washing our hair,” Jackson snarls, striding from the bathroom soaking wet and not even bothering to grab a towel. "I have other things on my mind."
I takes half a second for Jackson to cross to the nook, where he carefully tips me from his shoulder and laughs with me as he catches me in his arms and then lays me out quite gently on the sheets, my soaking head against the pillows. But everything becomes a great deal less funny a moment later when he
climbs onto the bed with me and slips a hand under my hip, turning me over onto my stomach.
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My breath hitches with fear because...what?
“Don't get scared," Jackson murmurs, putting his hands on my hips and tugging gently backwards until I'm on my knees in front of him. "You trust me, right?"
I nod instantly, because I do - but I have to admit, I am scared. He bends forward, slipping a hand around to my stomach and sliding it up to my chest, using his leverage there to pull me up straight so that my back is flat to his chest with him kneeling behind me with my knees spread apart. And as he dips his head, moving my hair aside and pressing a warm kiss to my neck, I realize that it's not that I'm scared of him...
Just of...well, is it going to hurt? What if I'm bad at it -
"Stop that," Jackson scolds, feeling all of my hesitations and cutting them off before they spiral out of control. "It's not going to hurt and there's no way you can be bad at it. You're my mate, Ariel. I'll show you."
My breath comes faster as he drifts kisses down my neck, heading for my shoulder. His right hand cups my breast, his thumb drifting soft over my nipple, making a rushing little gasp fall from my lips. His other hand drifts lower, pressing hot against the skin of my stomach, pressing me back against him.
"This was made for you," he murmurs, slipping that hand between us and shifting that thick cock lower, so that it's not pressed tight against my ass anymore but is, instead, pressed between my legs, brushing up against the hot core of me. "See? Your body wants it, even if you're afraid."
I moan, unable to deny it, because he's right. Jackson slides himself against me, letting me feel all of the thick, hard length of him - feeling how slick and ready I am in turn. I pitch forward a little, wanting more, pressing myself back against him. But Jackson catches me, pulling my back again against him, shaking his head.
"Not yet," he growls, still slowly pressing himself between my legs, drawing slowly back so that I groan, feeling all of that cock slipping hard against my sex.
I give a little mew of disappointment,
wanting more already, but Jackson just laughs and turns my head towards him and kisses me. I reach backwards, giving myself completely over to the kiss as Jackson
continues his work, slowing
himself against me, giving me time to acclimate to the size and feel of him to realize that it's not frightening at all.
That it is, instead, a little bit maddening.
Jackson grinds harder against me, repositioning again and shifting his hips lower so that the head of him presses hard against my entrance groan, my mouth breaking from his at the intensity of the sensation, as my body again pitches forward against his arms, as my hips press instinctually back - wanting more, wanting him pressed inside.
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Jackson moans too but keeps a tight leash on himself and a grip on me as my body tries to pitch forward. Still, he pushes forward, just a little bit, so that that thick, hard cock slips - just an inch - inside of me. My eyes press shut and my mouth falls open in a moan as I immediately lose all control, all sense of myself - seeing stars behind the darkness of my closed eyes, my hips pressing further back, wanting more - more -
But my mate snarls, pulling away. I gasp in dismay, my eyes flying open, turning towards him to ask why he stopped -
Jackson's already in motion though, turning me further towards him, catching my leg up behind the knee and wrapping it tight around his hip even as
he tilts me carefully backwards so that my back presses down into the mattress and he's laid himself out on top of me, his weight supported by the forearm he places next to my head.
"Not like that,” Jackson murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to my mouth as I wrap my arms around his neck. "Not your first time. Later..." he lets the word fade, lets me fill in the idea for myself. But I have no time for that, not as I wrap my leg tight around his hip, lifting myself closer to him, hungry.
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Jackson snarls his possession and his want as he repositions himself, pressing the tip of his cock again at my entrance, his chest heaving with desire and restraint.
"Please," I beg, shaking my head, sliding my hand down to his lower back and pressing urgently there. "Please, Jackson, I want it -"
He groans hard as any remains of his restraint breaks, as he allows his hips to shift forward, pressing into me truly for the first time. My head snaps back on my neck and the moan that breaks from me is loud, feral, as I feel him beginning to fill me. He moves slowly, holding back for my sake, not wanting to hurt -
But I groan, and shake my head, and lift my hips hard against him as I tighten the leg over his hip, forcing him forward - wanting more - wanting all of him -
Jackson gasps and then emits a hard, guttural groan as he slides all the way into me at last, filling me to the hilt, losing himself completely to the sensation. I cry out, panting, gasping and shaking at the way he fills me, how incredibly good it feels when I stretch to accommodate every thick inch of him, the insane pleasure that starts to build in my core and spread throughout my whole being.
Our bodies take over, my hips rising to meet Jackson at every stroke as he holds himself above me, drawing his hips back and starting to pulse and then at my urging - to pound himself into me again and again. I'm gaspingly lost to it as Jackson takes a tight hold of my ass, pulling me close and angling me so that he thrusts even deeper, an act that has my head hanging back and my mouth muttering gibberish about more, and harder, and faster.
My mate obeys, snarling and giving me all of himself, so hard and steady and rough and tender that I forget who I am - forget that the rest of the world exists. Jackson's hips slap hard into my ass as his cock presses again and again into a point within me that I didn't even know was there, that has the growing, curling sensation within me quickly reaching it's tipping point - ready to spill over.
"Go," Jackson growls, and I lift my head just slightly, opening my eyes to meet his above me. "Break for me, Ariel."
I moan as I obey my Alpha, as he slams himself into me and makes me shatter into a million pieces. Again and again the pleasure crashes through me, sweeping me away with it as I am suffused with light, as my toes curl, as my whole body goes tense and I gasp for breath, my head ripped hard to the side, baring my throat.
I feel it, then, his lips on my neck in that spot that he loves. And then the gentle press of his extended canines against it. I moan, long and heavy, pressing my neck towards him, my wolf howling for it - begging for his mark. "Please," I whisper, begging.
Jackson's teeth press sharp against my skin for a long moment, but then he pulls away. A warm lick of his tongue replaces his teeth as his pace increases still - and I turn my head back to him, confused - wanting it - wanting his mark -
But he presses hard into me again
one last time so deep and low that I feel myself break again as he reaches that point too. I feel him still as he roars, as he spills himself into me, thick and hot. My hips pulse up against Jackson as he comes to his end, urging my mate forward, wanting him as deep as he can go at this moment.
I cling to Jacks, my arms around his neck, my face buried against his shoulder, shuddering and shaking as I hold him through his own sensations, a rich feeling of rightness traveling throughout my entire body, suffusing it so that I'm sure I must be quite literally glowing.
Jackson collapses against me for a
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moment, but then quickly slips to the side, well aware of the fact that - as I pointed out earlier - I am a very small person and he could probably crush me with half a thought. He takes me with him, though, tugging me tight against his chest, wrapping me up in his
warmth.
I rest my head against Jackson's sweaty chest, my eyes closed, allowing myself to catch my breath, every inch of me aware of every inch of him. And I swear as I lay there that I Øse all concept of the world around us that nothing exists at all except my mate, and me, and this sense of completion that feel.
I have no idea how much time passes. Neither of us say a word, just holding each other and breathing, I think trying to put our minds back together.
When I do finally find words again, the only thing I can think is...
God, fuck, that I'm...I'm going to need to do that again. And again and again and again.
Jackson starts to laugh a little, his head tucked down against my neck as he breathes deeply, catching his breath.
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"What?" I murmur, lifting my head a little, curling my body even closer to his, wanting as much of me touching as much of him as possible. "What's so funny?"
"I just...can hear every single one of your thoughts," he murmurs, shaking his head and grinning at me.
I burst out laughing, giving him a lazy smack on the side even as I press a few fervid kisses to his cheek. "Well then I guess we're lucky I liked it," I murmur, tracing a hand long down his side, loving the shape of his muscles beneath my fingers.
He snarls, still possessive and wanting me near. "Told you I was made for you." He pauses then, stroking a hand over my hair. “I'm glad you liked it. That's...important to me."
"Well, what about you?" I ask, lifting my head a little and peering down at him, still caught up in and enjoying very much the afterglow. "Did you like it?"
"Ariel," he murmurs, looking up at me with half-lidded eyes, shaking his head and opening the bond more so I can feel precisely how incredibly happy he is right now, how simultaneously overwhelmed and peaceful. "If you think, for a single minute, that I'm not quietly plotting how to get you to quit this school and run away with me to live in a cabin in the woods for the rest of our lives, doing precisely that every waking moment...then you're not nearly as clever as I've given you credit for."
I laugh, smacking him a little and laying down again, snuggling up close. "We can't do that," I murmur. "We have stupid responsibilities."
"Listen, I'm at your beck and call, Princess," he murmurs, pressing a sweet kiss to my cheek. "The minute you say you're ready to abandon those responsibilities and I'll bail with you. Especially if we're headed to that cabin."
"You're my Alpha," I sigh, playing with his hair with my fingertips, my eyes drifting shut. "You call the shots now, apparently."
"Yeah, I think we both know that that only applies in bed," he says, his voice dry, making me laugh.
"Oh, you like being here at the Academy too," I say with a happy sigh, winding my arm around his waist. "Sex cabin or no sex cabin, we both want to be here."
He makes a huffy, noncommittal noise, but we both know it's true. I smile softly.
We lay precisely like that for a few minutes longer, just holding each other, quietly passing our emotions back and forth along the bond, snuggling close. Jackson is playful and sweet in these moments, an abrupt change to the bossing controlling Alpha I took to bed, but not one I mind at all. They're both different sides to my big, brutal, scary mate - sides just for me, which make them even better.
Little tingles of happiness trace through me as Jackson presses kisses to my forehead, my cheeks, my mouth - but when he trails the tip of his nose down my neck and presses a kiss again to that spot, I go a little still.
"What?" Jacks asks, pulling away a bit, of course noticing the change.
"Jacks," I say, pulling away a bit and frowning at him. "Why...why didn't you give me your mark?"
Jackson exhates, long and slow, but
he doesn't break eye contact with me. We sit for a moment in silence and I do my very best to be patient. Inside though, my wolf dodges from toe to toe, anxious and unhappy to have been denied. Content belongs
"I really wanted to, Ariel," he whispers, reaching out and cupping my cheek in his palm.
"I really wanted you to," I whisper back.
But still, he shakes his head. "Time wasn't right."
Dread floods me and I immediately shut down the bond, not wanting him to feel it as I remember what my grandmother said - that if I don't get that mark that she'll take him away. And after this?
Losing him?
Impossible - horrible - everything in me rages against it. Tears flood my eyes and I grit my teeth.
“Oh, god, please don't cry," Jackson murmurs, wrapping me up close. "I'm so sorry -"
"No, it's okay,” I say, a little shaky, looping my arms around his neck. "I just..." I sniff. "I really wanted it, Jacks."
He nods, understanding, and rests
his forehead against mine. "I
think... Ariel, want you to have my mark more than anything. But if you have it, it will... change things for me.
You will be mine, in my heartme.
see another man touch you even look at you..."
if I
He hesitates now, not wanting to say Luca's name in this moment, not wanting him in the bed with us after the incredible things that passed between us this afternoon - even in name, in spirit. But I nod, understanding.
even in
"I mean...have things changed?" Jackson asks, I think doing his best to keep the hope out of his voice. "Did you...are you choosing to leave him behind, Ariel?" he asks, looking up at me from beneath his lashes.
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Slowly, I shake my head. Because even if my grandmother hadn't forbidden it, I still know that it's true. That I still want Luca - he's still my mate. Jackson nods, closing his eyes just for a moment, processing it. And I feel the hurt swelling down the bond, but also feel him shutting it down, not wanting to let me feel that. Not wanting me to feel guilt.
I sigh, wiggling a little so that I rest lower against Jackson's body, resting my head on his chest, tucked beneath his chin. He tightens his arms. "Even if...even if I gave you my mark, though, Ariel...it wouldn't have been right. Your scent would have changed, and everyone would have known, and people would have figured out that you're a girl. It would have been a big deal - and you have so much on your plate already."
I sigh, nodding, knowing that he's right.
Still, my wolf bares her teeth, disappointed. Our mark, she growls, inwardly, just to me. We need it. Want it. Ours.
I murmur softly to her, stroking a hand over her fur, even though I feel precisely the same. I mean, I know Jackson's right, but a very fervid part of me wants to just tell everyone else to go fuck themselves. He's my mate - I want his mark, my mark. Why on earth are we tiptoeing around everyone else to get it?
"Hey," Jackson says softly, worried, drawing my attention back up to him.
I lift my scowling face to meet his and his eyes crinkle into a soft smile.
"I love you," he says, cupping my cheek in his palm. "I am so in love with you, Ariel. You don't need to worry - I promise, I'll give it to you. But...maybe this is enough for today?"
"You'd better give it to me," I snarl, snapping my teeth at him and giving him a playful shove, making him laugh. "I just...love you a lot, Jacks. I know everything you said is right. I just..." I sigh. "I really want it."
"Bossy little wolf," Jackson murmurs, suddenly snatching me up and rolling me so that I sprawl over his chest. I laugh, cheered a bit, sitting up a little so that I can grin down at him. "Very greedy too, wanting to lose your virginity and get a mark in one day? Honestly, Ariel, save something for the future -"
"Jackson!" I shout, laughing, giving his shoulder a hard shove as I sit up fully and straddle his hips, smacking him on the chest. "You are being so withholding! Making me beg for sex, beg for a mark! The Goddess is going to smite you for turning me into a sniveling little sex supplicant -"
He roars with taughter, grabbing for me, pulling me close, but I resist - continuing to smack him and call him names. A scuffle ensues, which Jackson of course wins - rolling me in the sheets until I'm pinned back against the mattress.
Which, honestly, I don't mind. Not at all.
Still, I pout, petulant, and wiggle my body beneath him, making him clench his jaw in order to focus and maintain his glare.
"Fine," I snap, snarling playfully back and holding one finger up to his mouth. "Just give me a mini mark."
"What?" he asks, his face breaking as he grins down at me. "What the hell is a mini mark?"
"Just like a teeny tiny little mark!" I burst out, grinning playfully up at him, "here, on my finger, where no one will notice it!"
"Ariel!"
I jump a little at the sudden pain but then burst into a grin as I observe the tiny little line of blood, the barely-visible edge of the cut.
"Happy now?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at me.
"Yup,” I say, turning back to him with a big grin. "I like it when you let me win. And I love my mini mark."
Jackson laughs again, dipping his lead low to lick at the little drop of blood, and then rolls again to his side so that our bellies are pressed together. I sigh happily and drop my hand, feeling my wolf healing already at work on the cut.