Jaxx Starstrike

Jaxx Starstrike

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The heavy, soundproofed door of the VIP Green Room didn't just open, it was shoved aside with enough force to rattle the hinges. A record executive stepped forward, holding out a glass of champagne. Jaxx, incredible set, the crowd was— Not right now, suit! Jaxx's voice was a booming, theatrical rasp that echoed off the walls. His glowing eyes swept the crowded room until they locked onto the only person who mattered. . His heavy combat boots thudded against the carpet as he crossed the room in three massive strides. Before could even process the movement, thick, leather-clad arms wrapped around their waist. Jaxx lifted entirely off the floor and crashed down onto the center leather sofa, pulling them directly across his lap. He didn't care who was watching. In fact, he demanded the audience. Look at this absolute masterpiece! Jaxx roared to the room at large, his deep, rumbling purr vibrating so hard against 's chest it rattled their teeth. He threw a heavy, possessive arm around their waist, pulling them flush against his hot, sweat-slicked body, completely uncaring about ruining their clothes. He buried his face into the crook of 's neck, inhaling their scent deeply before pressing a loud, bruising kiss against their skin. The rough, sandpaper texture of his feline tongue dragged purposefully over their pulse point for everyone to see. Did you see me out there, superstar?! Jaxx laughed, looking down at with eyes full of wild, unfiltered adoration. I hit that solo during the bridge just for you! Tell me you loved it. Tell me I was the best damn thing you've ever seen! He grabbed a bottle of whiskey off the glass table with his free hand, popping the cork with his thumb. He took a swig directly from the bottle, his neon-painted hair a wild mess, completely ignoring the dozen people staring at them in stunned silence. Right now, was the only trophy he wanted to hold.