Chapter Eleven
Mandy
Axel’s tongue has me feeling like I’m ascending to fucking heaven as it strokes over my clit in just the right way. My orgasm explodes from me, slick coating his face and the sheets beneath us as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.
My legs are shaking as Axel rises, grinning down at me, his face glistening with my cum and his eyes a far cry from the composed professional athlete he usually presents.
He looks a little wild, if I’m being honest.
And I love the look on him. The idea that I’m responsible for bringing out this primitive, instinctual state in my alpha makes me feel powerful.
I want more.
I need his knot. Like yesterday.
“Knot, now,” I demand, panting as I reach for him, meaning to pull him closer.
Axel’s answering growl sends a shiver of excitement running down my spine.
“Be careful what you wish for, Mally.”
He leans back on his calves, pulling his shirt over his head and unbuttoning his belt with ungodly speed.
Within seconds he’s as naked as I am, and it’s only then I realize the pleasure exchange between us has been one-sided.
I’ve been too lost in my heat spike, too focused on finding my pleasure and relief that I haven’t even run my hands over this beautiful man before me.
The realization wakes me up, breaking my haze a little, and though I’m still needy for his knot, I’m hungrier for Axel.
My alpha.
My scent match.
I want his pleasure just as surely as I want to drown in the pleasure he gives to me. I want to taste it and feel him come apart beneath me in the same way I just did for him.
There’s a small part of me in the back of my mind that is wishing Chase were here, too. I keep calling this a heat spike, but if it isn’t, I know Axel will struggle on his own. Will I be comfortable allowing my other scent match in, even though our history stands like a brick wall between us?
“Axel,” I murmur as I sit up and push myself to my knees in front of him.
Rising, I place my hands on his bare chest. I’m distracted briefly by how hard and defined his pecks are.
My eyes drift lower to where his cock bobs between us, fractions of an inch away from rubbing against my stomach.
The tip is dripping with pre-cum, the knot at his base already swelling in his arousal.
My tongue darts out, wetting my lower lip as the desire to taste him washes over me again, stronger than before.
“Yeah?” he purrs, his hands finding my waist and tracing up along the curve of my hips until his large hands are cupping my breasts, his fingers teasing and tugging on my already pebbled tips.
A moan escapes me, and it takes all of my concentration to focus back on what I was trying to say.
“I haven’t forgiven him,” I moan breathlessly as one of Axel’s hands drops to my clit, gently circling the swollen bulb.
He pauses at my admission, his hands coming up to cup my jaw and tilt my face to his.
Our eyes lock, and a feeling of pure safety and adoration washes over me.
Axel feels like home. Just like Austin Hampton once did.
“But I want you both at my next heat. Don’t tell him until it’s time.
He has a lot of work to do. But I want him there. ”
“Are you sure, sweet girl?” Axel murmurs, pausing his ruination of my clit to lean forward and place soft sweet kisses along my jaw and down my throat. I open for him, longing for him to sink his teeth in and mark me as his.
“Yes.” My voice is low and heady as his teeth scrape the sensitive skin of my throat. A pang of disappointment hits me in the chest as they fail to break the skin and his lips find mine; the feeling is soon lost as our lips fuse.
There is a fire in my heart, a sense of rightness that I can explain the essence of on the page but could not articulate in person.
This is where I was always meant to be. Axel is someone who I was always meant to find.
And maybe that means Chase and I were always meant to find our way back to each other.
As our lips break apart, I take my chance and launch myself at Axel, pushing him back down in the center of my nest. His large, sculpted body is touching at least half of the blankets and pillows I have in here, and I love that his scent will be seeping into them.
Will that be motivating or distracting when I try to write tomorrow?
“What are you—oooh,” Axel groans as I wrap my hand around the base of his cock, resting on his swollen knot. At the same time, I flick my tongue over his leaking tip, savoring the smoky flavor of him as it hits my taste buds, igniting my senses and driving me wild.
I swirl my tongue around the tip again before taking him further into my mouth. His entire body jerks as his head hits the back of my throat.
“Jesus,” he groans, threading his fingers through my hair as I bob up and down, swallowing as he hits the back of my throat over and over again.
The room is filled with our scents, combining in a sweet, smoky combination that feeds our lust-filled haze. Slick drips down my thighs as I suck on his dick like it's the best goddamn popsicle I’ve ever tasted.
If given the choice between Axel’s cock and a popsicle, I’d choose his cock every time.
I release the base of his cock and use that hand to massage his knot instead.
His back arches off the floor of my nest, his hands falling from my hair.
A guttural moan escapes him as I scrape my teeth along his shaft.
As much as I’d love to take him all the way like this and have his cum hit the back of my throat, I need more. I need his knot.
With a ‘pop’ I release his cock from my mouth, crawling up his body until my hands are on his chest and my pussy is positioned above his swollen length, ready to take him as deep as I can and swallow that knot like the hungry bitch she is.
A whine escapes me as Axel thrusts upwards, pushing into me and filling me so completely I’m not sure there’s even room for his knot. My whine turns to a cry of pleasure as he thrusts up inside me again and again, each movement becoming harder and more animalistic than the one before.
His knot presses against my entrance with each upward thrust, and I keen in need, wanting the stretch and fill of it inside me now.
“That’s it, Mally. Look at how good you are at taking me. You ready for my knot, sweet girl?”
“Yes, now.”
Axel chuckles at my demand, his hands finding my hips and pulling me down as he slams upwards viciously, forcing the swollen base of his cock past my tight entrance.
I’m so full, the stretch so tight, it borders on painful for just a moment. But then he’s in and my pussy pulses around him, clenching around his knot.
We orgasm in perfect synchronicity. Waves of pleasure wash over me, and I collapse on his chest as he grunts through his own release, hot thick jets of come coating my cervix and filling me full of his essence.
My chest is full, feelings of safety and contentment washing over me as Axel’s fingers stroke patterns along my spine as we lay knotted together in the middle of my nest.
As I drift off into an easy, peaceful sleep, I think I hear him whisper, “I’m falling for you, sweet Mally. I think you might be my happily ever after.”