Chapter Twenty-One
Hale
We sway together, the rhythm more akin to sex than dancing, and my cock grows heavy with interest. I can feel Aksel’s erection pressing into me as our pheromones mix and our desires swell.
Our eyes lock.
The way he looks at me is dangerous, like he’s already imagining how the night will end. His pupils blow wide, dark swallowing blue. When I lick my lips without thinking, his gaze drops instantly, tracking the movement.
That tiny reaction sends a thrill through me.
I lean in, just enough that I can feel the heat of his breath on my mouth. Our noses brush. My heart is slamming against my ribs, every beat echoing how badly I want to close that last inch.
Aksel tilts forward, seemingly unable to help himself, his hand tightening at my hip as he tries to steal a kiss.
I pull back.
Just a little. Enough to deny him without breaking eye contact.
His breath hitches, and gods, that does things to me. I smile, savoring the tension snapping between us like a live wire.
I take a few deliberate steps backward as he watches me like a predator. His eyes are dark and hooded as his chest rises and falls with fast breaths.
Then I turn slowly.
The crowd parts reluctantly as I slip through, bodies pressed together, hands gripping fabric and skin alike. Everyone here is searching for relief from the same electric pressure humming through the space. It clings to me as I move.
The hallway toward the bathrooms is dim and quiet, the music muffled into a distant pulsing beat. Each step echoes just enough to remind me I’m not alone. My skin prickles with awareness. Certainty that I’m being followed.
I don’t look back. I don’t have to.
I can feel him there. His presence is a steady weight at my spine, close enough that I can feel his aura as it ghosts over my back. His pheromones are stronger here, less diluted
by the crowd. They wrap around me like invisible fingers. My breath stutters as the anticipation of what I’m about to do builds.
The bathroom is empty except for the man drying his hands at the sink.
He chuckles when he sees Aksel hunting me, but I ignore him.
My alpha is all I can think of right now.
I slip into the last stall and turn, my back meeting the cool tile with a soft thud.
I keep my eyes on him as he stalks me. Music echoes through the large restroom as the door opens and closes before going quiet again.
Finally alone.
For a heartbeat, neither of us moves. Then Aksel steps closer.
The space between us shrinks with each measured stride, his presence filling the stall until it feels like the air itself is his. The scent of him, dark and soothing, wraps around me. My pulse skitters, and I swallow.
One second, we’re standing two feet apart, and the next, I’m being slammed against the cold tile as Aksel’s mouth devours mine.
His hands find my ass, squeezing in a punishing grip, our groins aligning in painful pleasure as he grinds into me.
I whimper, my hands sliding through his long hair.
His tongue pushing into my mouth ravenously as I gasp desperately for air.
He tastes like cinnamon and sin, and I can’t fucking get enough.
“I want you,” he says urgently, his voice more of a growl than actual words.
I nod, moving my hips frantically, writhing as I search for the hard friction I’m craving. “Yes,” I moan.
“I want you on your knees for me,” he rumbles. “I want to fuck that pretty mouth until I come down your throat. I want you to look ruined when I’m done with you. I want every single being to know exactly what we were doing in here.”
I whimper, and my heart stutters as I picture exactly that.
Me on my knees for my alpha. Aksel marking me as his omega.
I can’t think of anything I want more than that in this moment.
I nod, my voice no longer working for anything other than whimpers and moans.
My body tingles in expectation, and I swear I’ve never been so turned on in my entire life.
I drop to the floor, my knees buckling. My shaking hands reach for the button on his jeans as my mouth waters.
His cock is long and large and so fucking perfect. A small drop of precum shines on the head of his hard dick, and I stick my tongue out, tasting the salty fluid. I groan low in my throat before sucking him deep into my mouth and looking up at him from under my lashes.
He has one hand resting on my head, fingers tangled gently in my dark hair.
His other hand is resting on the tiled wall behind me, supporting his weight as he leans his hips forward, thrusting his cock deeper into my mouth.
His jaw clenches, and he moans as I open my throat and swallow around the head of his thick cock.
“Fuck, your mouth is perfect. You're such a good boy for me,” his raspy voice sounds wrecked in the best way, his words making my dick throb painfully and slick to pool in my underwear.
I reach down and undo my button and zipper, whimpering when I finally wrap my fingers around my dripping cock. I won’t last long, not with his taste on my tongue and his words in my head. It’s too much and not enough.
His moans spur me on, making me take him deeper, suck him harder, stroke myself faster.
“I’m about to come,” he warns me, his hand pulling my hair in a dance between pleasure and pain. I whimper loudly as he gives a final groan. “Swallow it all,” he says as his hips stutter and his eyes squeeze shut.
His release shoots into my mouth, coating my tongue in his musky flavor. My mind fogs as sparks shoot up my spine, limbs locking, eyes fluttering shut, and jaw falling slack as my orgasm powers through my body. I feel weightless, floating on my sweet release as my body shakes.
My brain slowly comes back online, and I realize I’m still nursing on his now soft cock. His hand brushes through my hair in a soothing motion as he whispers sweet words of praise to me.
When I’m ready, he helps me stand up, his hands easily fixing my clothes and wiping my cum off my hands as I lean helplessly against the wall. My mind has been blown, and now I need sleep. I don’t want to think about anything except sliding into bed and curling up next to my husband.
“Come one, Fylgja. I’ll get us a ride back so we can get some rest,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my forehead with a softness that feels almost reverent. The contrast hits me hard. His gentleness now compared to the rough face fucking he gave me a few minutes ago.
His hand wraps around mine, warm and solid, grounding me. His thumb rubs the back of my hand like he’s checking that I’m still here. I am. Mostly. My body follows before my brain catches up, feet moving on autopilot while everything inside me hums in satisfaction.
I avoid eye contact with everyone as he tells the group we’re heading out. I can feel eyes on me, and I can picture how we must look. It’s written all over me, flushed cheeks, unfocused eyes, and the way I keep drifting closer to him like gravity has recalibrated itself around his body.
Eric knocks his shoulder into mine as we pass, his grin sharp and knowing. He sticks his tongue out in an obscene gesture. Heat crawls up my neck, embarrassment and affection tangling together.
“Gods, you’re the worst,” I mutter, even as a laugh sneaks out.
Outside, the night air wraps around me like a heavy blanket, humid and heavy.
The noise from the club fades behind us as the doors shut, replaced by the rush of traffic and the low murmur of a city refusing to sleep.
My limbs feel boneless, exhaustion catching up to the adrenaline still humming under my skin.
As a cab pulls up, I barely wait for Aksel to open the door before climbing in.
The seat is warm from the long day’s heat.
I curl into Aksel’s slide once he’s settled, my cheek finding the solid slope of his shoulder.
His arm comes around me without hesitation, the pressure grounding me.
My eyelids droop as I accept his steady and protective presence.
“If I had known how perfect your dick was,” I murmur sleepily, words slurred and lazy, “I probably would’ve hated you a lot less in high school.” My voice is low enough to stay between us, not carrying past the small backseat.
His chuckle rumbles through his chest, vibrating pleasantly against my cheek. “You should see it when I shift. It’s much larger and more sensitive then.” His voice is just as quiet as mine in the dark cab.
“Can’t wait,” I snicker quietly, my vision blurring at the edges as I fight sleep. Streetlights streak past the windows in quick golden smears.
“Wake me when we get there,” I mumble, already half asleep. The words tumble together, barely recognizable as speech.
I don’t hear his reply, but I feel it. His arm tightens just a little, and his chin rubs against my hair. The quiet certainty of him there as sleep finally takes me.