The door to the study slammed shut behind Jax. He pulled Lola in front of him and released her hand.
"What is up with you?" she asked.
"You're not wearing that," he said coldly and scanned her body.
Her brows shot up, and she crossed her arms over her chest, pressing her breasts together. Jax groaned huskily.
"Excuse me?" she asked as her anger rose.
"It's too revealing,"
Lola looked at the dress. It only exposed her back and went down just below the middle of her chest.
"You're joking, right?" she asked, hoping he would say yes.
His eyes rose and pinned her down. They were dark still but not in anger. They were lustfully gazing at her with something dangerous swirling in their depths.
Jax walked over to her and lifted her chin.
"No other man needs to you like this," he said. His voice got impossibly darker, and the words rasped.
"No other man's attention is of importance to me," she whispered.
His eyes flickered over her lips. Her chin rested on his fingers as he continued holding her head back, and he dragged his thumb over her glossy lips.
"Please change,"
Lola shook her head as her eyes hardened. "No," she said and grabbed the side of his head.
The room was dark. Not a single light was on, but they saw each other clearly from the string of light coming in through the window.
"Do you like it?" she asked seductively, stepping on her toes to reach his lips.
His lips parted in answer, and she hovered her lips over his, gently brushing against them.
Jax's other hand shifted from her waist to her back, and his fingertips slowly graced down her spine.
"I do," he said.
His fingers continued down until they reached the crystal lining. He went past it, feeling her body shiver under his touch. The bow where her spine curved and her backside rounded was where the zipper was. He grabbed the thin metal piece between his fingers and pulled it down.
Jax reached his hand under the now open dress and grabbed a handful of her ass. Lola yelped as he pressed her against him, and she fell onto his chest. The sweet smell of nectar and honey seeped up his nostrils, and Jax closed his eyes and breathed her in.
"It's easy access," he whispered into her ear.
Lola gasped as Jax spun her around. He pressed her front down on the desk and dragged his hands down her back. He leaned down and smirked when he saw her flustered face. He grabbed between her legs and spread them apart.
The dress slowly rose up her legs and her back, and Lola sucked in her lip between her teeth.
"This is what you want to wear," he asked and rolled the dress onto her back, exposing her white lace panties.
He grabbed her hips and pulled them back against himself.
"What if it were to tear it?" he asked amusedly and fisted the fabric.
"No!" Lola pushed up.
Jax's hand came up behind her neck and pressed her back down.
"Easy," he mused and grabbed roughly on her backside, spreading her cheeks apart and pressing himself between.
"Nothing's going to tear." He leaned over her, his lips touching her ear, kissing down her neck while his fingers started playing between her legs.
Jax dragged two fingers over the thin, lacey fabric and felt the wetness he was causing her. He pushed the string aside and slipped one finger inside her.
Lola moaned and smiled.
"I just want you to think of this moment. Every time any man looks at you tonight-" He entered another finger and went slowly, painfully slow.
Lola pushed her hips back, moving them on Jax's fingers, and begged that he move faster.
His fingers fisted her hair and pulled her head to the side so her face was pressed against the tabletop.
Lola's moans became louder as his fingers moved faster and harder.
"-You will think about me, and this, the way your body feels and reacts to my touch. The way that it knows who it belongs to."
Jax's possessiveness hadn't shone through as much during the last couple of weeks they had been together, but this was different. It was Lola's first outing into society, and he knew every pair of eyes would be on her.
In his experience, human males weren't very respectful of other men's wives, not unless the respect was shoved down their throats and they had no choice but to listen. This possessiveness and urge to claim what was his and ensure that every man knew who she belonged to was something new even to Jax.
"Tell me, sweetheart..." he said huskily into her ear and pressed himself against her as his fingers made her shake. "Who do you belong to?"
Her walls were contracting around his fingers, and a dark grin grew on his face, but Lola couldn't see him.
She moaned the answer as she came and pressed her nails into the wood, "You!"
Jax pulled his fingers out, and his hand came around her throat as he pulled her back against him. He slapped her ass and pressed his face onto her hair.
"Good girl," he said darkly.
Jax pulled Lola's dress down and zipped it back up.
Lola gulped. She faltered a step when her knees were too weak to carry her. Jax hooked his arm with hers and grinned.
Her breathing was heavy, but Jax didn't give her a chance to collect herself. He opened the door to the study, and they walked out. On the way down the hall, he brushed his fingers through Lola's hair and tightened the pins.
"I can smell your arousal," he said with amusement hinting in his tone.
"You have only yourself to blame," she mused and cleared her throat when she heard the raspiness in her voice.
They walked to the end of the hall leading to the entrance, and they saw that everyone had left. The doors stood open, and a brisk breeze swept in. Melissa and Ash were waiting by the door, and Melissa waved her hand when she saw Lola and Jax walking out.
"What happened to you two?" she asked. Her eyes glanced over Lola's face.
The answer came without a word being spoken, and Melissa grinned. She looked at Jax and raised a brow.
"I told you he would like the dress," she said with a wink.
Lola slapped her arm, and they left the mansion.
A man with a chauffeur hat opened the car door for them. Lola looked at the black limousine they were about to get into.
Jax put his hand on her lower back and helped her in before he got in himself.
"Thank you," Lola said to the chauffeur.
He bowed his head.
"Thanks, Jack," Jax said and patted his shoulder.
"My pleasure, Alpha," he said.
Jax stopped with his fingers curled around the door's upper edge, and he and Jack shared a knowing look.
Jax bowed his head and got in. The door closed, and as the chauffeur got in behind the wheel, he started the car, and they left.
"Are you nervous?" Jax asked and held Lola's hand over his leg.
"A bit," she answered.
She glanced at Ash, but he was already watching her, silently reminding her of his earlier warning.