Blaze & Ajax (Alpha’s Rejects #3)

It had been two weeks since that fucking kiss with Ajax, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Every time my mind wandered, there were his damn plump lips, consuming the hell out of me. And fuck Cueball for calling me out on it in front of everyone! I didn’t talk to him for a week after that, but as always, he pulled me back into him without having to say a damn word.

I closed my eyes, still feeling Ajax’s hand pull my hair and fucking own me. He’d been so angry when I’d pushed him away, only to shove me onto my knees. Fuck me. I shuddered at the memory. If he’d shoved his cock into my mouth, I would’ve sucked him down without a thought. How’d he make me feel that way when I couldn’t stand him? It was like he knew what I needed, just like my Dom had all those years ago. And that shit pissed me off. I really wanted that again—I needed that again—but not with fucking Ajax.

I tried not to think about my Dom, to forget about all we’d been through, since he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. I tried to erase his name and what he meant to me for so long from my memories. No one fucking wanted me. After all that shit went down that day, I wondered if anyone ever wanted me. There was no wondering. No one did—not my father, not my mother, and not him .

As usual, when I thought about him, the memories would filter through, no matter how hard I fought them off.