[ MENDING THE KING! ]

Epilogue 

Romancing Behind Bars

[ One Month Later ]

" Go knock his socks off. "

~ KIMCHEE to ALU ORTIZ

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THE BEDROOM was bathed in a warm, golden light, the vanity mirror casting a soft glow over Alu as she carefully applied the finishing touches to her makeup. Her hands were steady, her movements deliberate, though her heart raced in anticipation. A soft blush highlighted her cheeks, her lips painted a deep, seductive red. Her hair was styled to perfection, cascading down her shoulders like silk.

Alu reached for her jewellery box, selecting a pair of elegant earrings that sparkled as she fastened them. Next, she slid on a delicate bracelet, the metal cool against her skin. The final touch was a hint of perfume at her neck and wrists, its floral and musky notes adding an intoxicating allure.

She stood back, admiring her reflection in the mirror. The silk robe she wore clung to her curves, hinting at the surprise beneath. Today wasn't just special—it was long overdue. With a deep breath, she smiled to herself and stepped out of her room.

Kimchee was waiting for her in the living room, leaning casually against the arm of the couch. His expression softened when he saw her, and he gave a low whistle, "Damn, girl! You look...wow," he said, holding out an envelope. "Here. This should get you in. If you run into any trouble, just give me a call, okay?"

Alu took the envelope with a grateful smile, "Thank you, Kimchee. This means a lot—to both of us." She stepped forward and pulled him into a hug, squeezing him tightly.

"Hey, what are best friends for?" he said, patting her back. "Just...be careful, alright?"

"I will," she promised, pulling back. "Wish me luck."

"You don't need it," Kimchee replied with a grin. "Go knock his socks off."

***

Jax Teller stood in the yard with the rest of the SAMCRO crew, the sun beating down on him. The routine of prison life had worn thin, the days blurring into one another. He leaned against the chain-link fence, chatting idly with Tig and Bobby when a pair of guards approached, their expressions unreadable.

"Teller," one of them barked. "You're coming with us."

Jax frowned, his brow furrowing in confusion, "What for?"

"Just move," the other guard said sharply, offering no explanation.

The rest of the SAMCRO protested, their voices rising in anger, "What the hell is this?!" Clay demanded, stepping forward. "Where are you taking my son?!" 

The guards ignored them, grabbing Jax by the arm and leading him away. He cast a glance back at his brothers, his anxiety mounting as they escorted him through the corridors of the prison. The sound of his boots echoed in the silence as they finally stopped in front of an unmarked door.

"In there," one guard said gruffly, gesturing toward the door.

Jax hesitated, his jaw tightening, "What's going on?"

"You'll find out," the guard said, his tone offering no room for argument.

Swallowing hard, Jax pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, furnished only with a single bed and a small table. His eyes adjusted to the darkness, and his breath caught in his throat when he saw her step out of the shadows.

"Surprise," Alu said softly, a teasing smile playing on her lips. She stood before him in a silk robe, the fabric shimmering in the faint light. Before he could respond, she slipped the robe off her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet to reveal a stunning set of black lace lingerie.

Jax's mouth went dry, his eyes raking over her figure, "What—? How—?" he stammered, his voice rough with disbelief.

Alu grinned, "Kimchee pulled some strings," she explained, stepping closer. "We've got conjugal—Once a month."

Jax didn't waste another second. Closing the distance between them, he pulled her into his arms, "How long do we have?" 

Alu loosely wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers threading through the hair on the back of his neck, "An hour." 

"Then, let's make every second count." His hands grip her waist as if he was afraid she might disappear, his lips crashing onto hers with an urgency that stole her breath. It had been a whole month since he touched her, and his hunger for her was palpable, almost desperate. He pushed her back against the wall, his lips trailing down her neck, his calloused hands working quickly to peel away the barriers of clothing between them.

"Slow down, cowboy," Alu teased breathlessly, her lips curling into a smirk as she tilted his face up to meet her gaze. "What's the rush?"

Jax paused, his chest heaving as he looked at her with eyes darkened by desire, "A whole goddamn month, baby girl. You have any idea what that does to a man?" 

Softening, Alu placed a hand on his cheek, her teasing tone shifting into something tender but no less heated, "Then show me, baby. Show me how much you've missed me. Because my pussy sure missed you. My vibrator doesn't even compare." 

And that's all it took. A low growl escaped the back of Jax's throat, as he lifted her up, her legs instinctively wrapped themselves around his waist. He carried her to the small bed in the corner of the room, lowering her down with care, but the tenderness ended there. The moment their bodies met—a storm of passion and love erupted. 

A gasped left Alu's lips as Jax slid his hard cock deep inside her tight form, while his hands explored her body as if he was memorising every inch of her all over again, his movements were both fervent and deliberate, each thrust an unspoken declaration of how much he loves and needs her. 

Alu clung to him, her nails digging into his back, her soft gasps and moans urging him on. She met his intensity with her own, matching his rhythm, moving her hips, her words of love and encouragement whispered against his ear as he took her higher. 

"God, I love you," he growled against her neck, his voice rough with emotion. "You don't even know how bad I've needed this—needed you." 

He moved with a fierceness that made her heart race, but the tenderness in his gaze reminded her this wasn't just about the physical—it was about them, about everything they'd endured and how deeply they were connected.

Jax worshipped her with every touch, every kiss, making up for lost time as they moved together in a frantic, passionate rhythm.

For that brief moment, the cold walls of the prison disappeared. It was just them—two souls reuniting in a way that only they could, their love defying the odds and the bars that tried to keep them apart.

As Alu's body trembled uncontrollably under Jax's relentless thrusts, her voice echoed off the walls of the tiny conjugal room, loud and unapologetic.  

"Fuck, Jax! Only you can make me feel like this—always yours, baby, only yours!" 

Her cries rang with raw passion, a declaration as bold as the man driving her to the edge. She knew the entire block would hear, and she didn't care. Let them all know—she belonged to Jax Teller, and no one else. 

As Jax reached his peak, his grip on Alu tightened, his lips brushing against her ear as he growled in a low, possessive voice, "That's right, baby. You're mine. And I'll make damn sure every second I've got with you is worth it." 

His words were as fierce as his actions, sealing his claim on her with every drop of his seed. 

"And you're mine," she replies, pulling him down for another desperately hungry kiss. 

Their months apart melted away as once again, his hands roamed her body, his need for her overwhelming.

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