Blaze & Ajax (Alpha’s Rejects #3)

Not even with my Dom, did I have so much sex. I was lucky to have him twice a month. All this started two months ago with angry sex and now we couldn’t stop. Ajax was insatiable. Honestly, while exhausting, I obsessed over the attention. I felt… wanted and cared about, even by my worst enemy. But he wasn’t my enemy anymore, right?

I lay in his bed, panting and sweating, with Ajax half on top of me, also breathing heavily, feeling his heart beat so hard and fast against my chest. His dense body was like a comforting blanket. I pressed my nose into his hair and inhaled his shampoo, which smelled as spicy as his body wash. God, why was I sniffing him?

After every session, the emotions consumed me. It’d been like that before with my Dom, but not to the extent with Ajax. My Dom would’ve been displeased had I cried afterward or been upset because it would’ve shown him he failed in my aftercare, and he never liked to fail at anything. But around Ajax, it was the only time I felt safe to let them out. Well, not at first, but eventually, he’d just let me… feel, without shaming me.

I also didn’t trust my emotions when I tried to grasp my growing feelings for Ajax—feelings I didn’t want to have. I didn’t want to know or hear how much I wasn’t wanted again or to be abandoned by someone I cared about. It was better this way. Staying silent protected every facet of me. Regardless, any residual hatred for Ajax was long gone.