8. CHAPTER 3
SAYLOR
Axl locks the door behind Priest, trapping me in here with him. Dylan’s dead body is cooling on the floor three feet from where I stand.
I should be scared. I should be screaming or crying or running for the fucking door.
Any normal girl would be doing at least one of those things right now.
But I stopped being a normal girl a long time ago.
The man standing in front of me just snapped someone’s neck with his bare hands, and I’m fucking feral. I’m so wet my thighs are slick.
Something is wrong with me. I know that. Everyone in our world is at least a little fucked up. But I don’t know if I’m wet because he just killed a man with his bare hands, or because he did it for me. And I don’t know which answer is worse.
Axl hasn’t moved. He’s watching me as if he’s fucking starving and I’m the meal he’s being offered.
It’s how he always looks at me. He’s practically a stranger to me, which I guess makes me a slut.
If that doesn’t, then the quickie with my TA in my professor’s office probably does. But I don’t give a shit.
I just want to know what Axl’s fucking deal is. The Talons think they’re untouchable with all the bullshit they do for the Ravens. And he’s no different with his infuriating blue eyes watching my every move.
I know he kills for me. I know he’s always there. I know what his jaw looks like when he’s about to lose control. But I don’t know why. In my world, when a man wants you this badly, it’s never actually about you.
Axl’s well over six feet of tattooed muscle with dark hair that’s longer on top and shaved close on the sides.
His jaw is sharp, and his eyes are this gorgeous light blue.
They’re too easy to get lost in when I’m stupid enough to look directly at them.
Ink covers both arms from his fingers to where it disappears under his black t-shirt, and more of it climbs the side of his neck.
He’s got this sexy little hoop through his right nostril.
It makes me wonder what other piercings he’s hiding.
I’ve heard the Talons are required to get their dicks pierced.
He’s built for danger and violence, exactly how our society expects him to be.
In three weeks, I’m going to belong to a Talon.
I get to be his personal sex toy for a year before my dad marries me off to some other rich Raven.
I was born into this world, so I grew up with an understanding of what my life would be, and a mother who wasn’t shy about reminding me what my purpose is.
At least in our world, I know how to channel what power I do have into what I want. Power, sex, and money. Those are the fucking pillars that our world thrives on.
And I like to fuck. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying sex, not that I would know when for the last few years, Axl has followed me around like a psycho, giving me no more than a few words at a time.
I had another one of my nightmares last night and wanted a distraction. I wanted a fucking orgasm that I didn’t have to give myself. Is that too goddamn much to ask?
He’s still watching me, waiting to see if I move away or cower. I don’t. I know he won’t hurt me.
“You want to come, little heathen? Sit on the fucking desk.” His voice is low and not much different from the one he used when he made a grown man lick piss off his boot.
It shouldn’t make me press my thighs together, but it does.
His dominance does this to me. It did when he killed Dylan, and it still does now that he’s standing here looking like he’s ready to devour me.
“Make me, Axl.” Pretty fucking please.
His jaw flexes. He crosses the distance between us in one step, wraps his hand around my throat, and pins me against the wall. “When I tell you to do something, I’m not playing little brat games. My heathen does what she’s fucking told. The first goddamn time.”
His grip on my throat tightens, holding me there. His thumb presses against the side of my neck where my pulse is hammering. I know he can feel how fast my heart races, and I hate that he knows how much this affects me. If he touched my pussy right now, he’d know that I’m wet for him.
“I’m not your anything.” I stare up at him, fighting the tremble in my lips. He’s so much taller than me that even when I’m pinned to the wall, I have to crane my neck. “You don’t own me yet.”
“Yet.” His mouth tips at the corner to form a sexy lopsided grin. “Good girl. Glad to see you understand your situation.”
He releases my throat. His hands drop to my waist, and he lifts me like I weigh nothing and turns to set me on the edge of the desk. My ass hits the cold wood, and my legs are hanging off the edge. He’s standing between my knees looking down at me.
He reaches between my thighs, and my hips shift forward before I can stop them. But he doesn’t touch my pussy, and I have to force myself not to beg him.
I’m such a fucking slut.
He keeps moving higher and hooks the band of my thong with his finger and drags it down my legs, over my knees, off my ankles. He holds up the black lace and smirks as he runs his fingers along the soaked triangle.
“Open your mouth.”
God, he’s such a cocky fucker. I just stare at him.
“Priest is out there, and I won’t let him fucking hear you come, Saylor. Those sounds are mine. Every bit of pleasure you feel. All mine.” He holds the panties closer to my lips. “Don’t make me fucking tell you again.”
I open my mouth, and he pushes my thong inside. I can taste myself on the fabric. Fuck, it only turns me on even more. I’m soaked. It doesn’t even matter how fucked up this entire situation is with a dead guy on the fucking floor. Axl’s hand covers my mouth, holding my underwear inside.
“I wish I had some tape.” He brushes his lips along my cheek, and I breathe through my nose faster. “Pull your skirt up.”
I don’t move. I stare at him over his hand, and I don’t do a goddamn thing. I want him to fuck me even though I know he can’t, but I’m still going to push him as far as I can. My pussy clenches thinking about how torturous it must be for him. What woman doesn’t want to be wanted this way?
“Pull your fucking skirt up, little heathen.” He slides his hand into the front of my shirt and pinches my nipple, making me arch my back and push my chest into him. His voice drops so low, I feel it more than I hear it. “Show me my pussy.”
He’s never touched me. He’s a fucking psycho. And I’m about to do what he says anyway. I don’t know what that makes me, but I wouldn’t give him power over me if I didn’t want him to have it.
I grab my skirt and pull it up to my waist before my good sense says otherwise.
His eyes drop between my legs, and his jaw tightens.
I’m bare and wet, and I can feel the slick on my inner thighs.
He’s looking at me like he’s memorizing every bit of what I’m showing him.
I’ve spent more time than I care to admit thinking about what his naked, muscular body looks like when he’s jacking off while thinking about fucking me. It’s what a man like Axl does.
He thinks he owns me. That’s the problem with men in our world. They decide something belongs to them, and then they act like the deal is done. And the fucking Ravens help them do it.
“Fuck.” He exhales hard through his nose. “Look at that. You’re dripping all over the desk, and I haven’t even touched you. I should make you lick it up after you’re done.” His eyes come back up to mine. “It better not be for that asshole over there.”
I don’t react, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of shaking my head like an idiot. I’ve never been this wet in my life. And it’s most certainly because of Axl Kade Hollister. But fuck him, he doesn’t need to know that.
Axl pinches my nipple again, then chuckles. Tears stream down my cheeks as I fight to keep myself from pushing my pussy against his covered dick and dry humping him like a horny slut.
“I know it’s not.” He licks the tears from my cheek. “You like that I kill for you, don’t you? My girl got off on watching me snap his fucking neck.”
I can’t answer with the lace in my mouth. But I still refuse to nod, even if it’s true. My clit throbs so hard my hips twitch, and he sees it.
“Yeah.” He nods slowly, eyes back between my legs. “That’s what I thought. You’re fucking soaked, Saylor. I can see how wet you are for me.” He licks his lips, then spits on my pussy, his saliva running down my clit. “Touch it. Touch my pussy. I want to watch you fuck yourself.”
I trace my shaky hand over my thigh, continuing until I’m almost touching myself. He’s focused between my legs, and I watch his gorgeous eyes go dark as I get closer.
My body jerks when I press my fingers to my clit.
I’m swollen and slick with his spit. I’m so sensitive that the first circle of my fingertips makes me moan around the underwear in my mouth.
I press harder. I slide two fingers down through the wet and push inside myself.
I’m so turned on that I don’t give a shit that I should be embarrassed about how fast I’m about to come for him.
“That’s it.” He’s watching my hand like he can’t look anywhere else.
And I can’t stop watching him and how hard he’s breathing from restraining himself.
“Look at what a desperate slut you are. You’ve been needing this, haven’t you?
Walking around campus with this tight little cunt aching for dick.
” He grips my chin and tilts my head back, those pretty blue eyes staring into mine.
“You’re done fucking dipshits like that asshole over there, baby.
No one touches you again. You’re going to wait for all the things I’m going to fucking do to you. ”
I curl my fingers and arch my back. He puts one arm around me to hold me close to him.
I’ve never been this close to him before, and his cologne draws me in, making me press my face into his neck.
He lets me, still covering my mouth. I have to grab the edge of the desk with my free hand to keep from grabbing his dick.
“In three weeks, they’re going to send you out into those woods.
” His lips are close to my ear now. One hand is still pressed over my mouth and the other holding me to him.
I can feel his breath on my neck, and I want him to kiss or lick or bite or do anything there.
“And I’m going to kill any Talon who stands in my way of getting to you.
” I whimper around my panties, unable to stop myself.
“There isn’t a single scenario where I don’t walk out of the woods with you over my shoulder, little heathen. ”
He chuckles in my ear at what a needy little whore I’m being.
But I just move my fingers faster. I’m practically panting for him, breathing erratically through my nose, and I don’t care.
When I look down, I can see his cock straining hard against his jeans, and he can’t do a fucking thing about it.
So who’s the real winner here? He has to stand there and watch me do what he wants to do himself because his precious Talon rules won’t let him. Sucks to be him.
“Add another finger.” It’s not a suggestion.
I push a third finger inside myself and rock my body on the desk, fucking them. I’m so full and so close. My muffled sounds are getting louder, and his hand presses harder against my mouth. I’m so fucking close.
“You think any of those men I’ve killed could satisfy you like I can? Not a fucking chance. They don’t know how to take care of my pussy.” He presses his forehead against my temple. “Come for me, little heathen. Come on your fingers so I can finally taste what’s mine.”
I come so hard, my nails dig into the edge of the desk, and my thighs clamp against his hips.
My pussy is clenching around my own fingers, and I’m screaming into the underwear.
My hips are grinding against my hand because I can’t stop.
His hand doesn’t move from my mouth. He keeps every sound I make for himself and watches the whole thing with those beautiful blue eyes.
His jaw locks, and his chest rises and falls from how hard he’s breathing.
When it’s over, I’m shaking. My hand is still between my legs. My fingers are still inside my cunt. Dylan’s phone buzzes in his pocket across the room. Somebody is calling a dead man, and I just came three feet away from his body. I’d almost forgotten about him.
Axl pulls the panties out of my mouth. I gasp for more air after the intensity of that orgasm.
“Give me your hand.”
I pull my fingers out of myself and hold them up. They’re slick and shining.
He wraps his fingers around my wrist and brings my hand to his mouth. His tongue drags between my fingers, licking me clean, tasting what he just made me do. He sucks each one until there’s nothing left while his eyes stay on mine the entire time.
He can’t fuck me. He can’t put his mouth between my legs and clean my pussy. But he just got me on his tongue without breaking a single one of their rules. And the look on his face tells me he’s going to be thinking about how I taste for the next three weeks.
Good. Because the fucker deserves to suffer. He’s got me so worked up and needing to fuck him, and I have a feeling that he’s going to make these next few weeks hell for me too.
All I’m going to be able to think about is how fast I just gave him exactly what he wanted. And how badly I want to do it again. That’s the part that should fucking scare me.