24. CHAPTER 19
SAYLOR
Axl’s teeth sink into the left side of my neck, making a new bite mark, and I moan into the bed. He’s got my ass in the air and my face shoved into the mattress. He’s already made me come twice this round and filled my pussy once.
“One more, little heathen.” He drives into me harder, and his hand snakes around my hip, and his fingers find my clit. “Give me one more before I fill my cunt again.”
I’m so sore I can barely feel my legs. Every inch of my body is covered in marks—bite marks, bruises, rope burns on my wrists and thighs. He used me off and on all night, and he hasn’t given me a break this morning. I don’t want him to stop.
My third orgasm hits, and I choke beneath his hold. He groans behind me and buries himself deep. His cock pulses as he comes inside me again. I’ve lost count of how many times we’ve fucked since the hunt last night.
He pulls out and releases the belt he had around my thighs. I collapse flat onto the mattress. My legs are shaking, and I can feel his cum dripping out of me onto the sheets.
Then his hands grip my thighs and spread them apart. His mouth is on me before I can move. I jerk and try to pull away because I’m too sensitive, but he holds me down.
He drags his tongue through the mess he left inside me, lapping up his own cum. Then he pushes his tongue inside me, slow, pressing it deep, pushing everything back in.
“Axl—oh my god—”
He does it again. His tongue scoops what’s dripping out of me and pushes it back where he put it. Over and over, his hands pinning my thighs open, until he’s satisfied that nothing is going anywhere.
He presses a kiss to my clit and climbs up my body, his legs straddling my back. His mouth is in my ear, and his lips brush against my skin, making me shiver.
“That’s going to drip out of you all morning, baby.” He bites my earlobe. “So you’ll remember who this pussy belongs to until I fill it again. There won’t be a day that goes by that you aren’t full of my cum. We’ll start working on that ass next.”
He kisses my shoulder and then rolls off of me while I lie there face down in the sheets trying to remember how to breathe. My body is wrecked in the best way, and I can feel him leaking out of me even after what he just did with his tongue.
His phone buzzes on the nightstand. He grabs it and reads the screen, and he releases an annoyed exhale through his nose.
“Fuck. I have to go.” He’s already off the bed, pulling clothes from his closet. My things should be delivered today, so I’ll have clothes of my own. “The Sinclairs called a meeting.”
I roll onto my side and watch him get dressed. His tatted muscles ripple as he pulls on a pair of boxers, followed by dark blue jeans.
“How long will you be gone?” My voice comes out too whiny for my liking. I sound like a needy bitch, and I hate it.
“I don’t know.” He pulls a dark gray Henley over his head and pushes up the sleeves to show off his muscular, tanned, tattoo-covered forearms. Fuck, why does he have to be so goddamn hot?
My pussy is leaking with his cum, and I’m ready to go against every sore muscle in my body and crawl across the fucking floor to him to beg for more.
He comes back to the bed and leans down, gripping my jaw. “Stay here in the suite. You don’t go anywhere without me.”
I huff and jerk my chin out of his hold. “Why? What could possibly happen if you all are busy with a meeting.” I’m enjoying the pent-up way he’s using my body, but I’ll go crazy if I can only stare at these walls for the next year. “What the fuck am I supposed to do in here while you’re gone?”
Axl grabs my throat and pulls me to him. “What the fuck did I just say, Saylor?”
“To stay here.”
“And I mean that shit. Your brother’s suite is the next door over, so text Kynlee to join you here.
” He presses his mouth to mine for a quick kiss and then quickly bites my bottom lip.
He sets my phone beside me on the bed, and I realize he must have taken it last night.
“But only open the door for her and stay in here until I get back.”
I sigh. “Fine.”
“I’ll have food sent up to you if it looks like I’m going to be gone for a while.” He’s at the door when he turns back. “I’m not fucking kidding, Saylor. Do not let me catch you outside of this room until I get back.”
He doesn’t wait for a response. The door closes behind him, and the room is quiet.
I fall onto my back and lie there for a minute staring at the ceiling. My thighs are slick, and my wrists are raw. The bite marks all over my body continue to throb.
I finally make myself get up and pull one of his shirts from the closet. It hits me mid-thigh and smells like him. My cunt clenches from how much I already crave him.
I don’t have any panties yet. I could snoop around and figure out where he’s keeping all the panties he’s taken from me, but I’m guessing I’ll never find them. I unlock my phone and type a quick text to Kynlee.
Me: Get your ass over here. Did Justin have to go to the meeting, too? Axl said your door is next to ours, but he won’t let me leave this room.
Three dots appear. Then disappear. Then appear again.
Kyns: Give me 5.
She’s usually chattier than that. Although, we both know what we were each doing last night. And I really don’t want to hear the details of her having sex with my brother. I’m just glad I couldn’t actually hear them. Let’s hope these walls are thick.
Me: Hurry and knock so I know to let you in.
I wander around the suite while I wait. My feet still hurt, but I can’t sit still. Axl surprised the shit out of me last night when he put some kind of ointment on the cuts. His tender moments in this arrangement confuse the fuck out of me.
I stop my pacing when I realize the bed is still a mess—sheets twisted, pillows on the floor, rope still looped through the headboard. I pick up the comforter and toss it over the mess.
The suite is actually really nice. It’s like a high-end college dorm room.
There’s a living area with a leather couch and a TV mounted on the wall.
It has a small kitchenette with a sink and a few appliances.
Most importantly, there’s a coffee maker.
I put one of the coffee pods in the machine and reach for a cup.
I roll my eyes when I see there’s a mug sitting there with “Good Girl” printed on it. The cocky asshole plans everything.
I press the button to start brewing the coffee, then pick up the towel from the bathroom floor and tidy things while I impatiently wait for my best friend.
The knock comes, and I check the peephole. Kynlee is standing in the hallway in an oversized t-shirt that has to be Justin’s. She’s got shorts underneath, and her hair is in a messy bun.
I open the door and she walks in, looking around the suite. Her eyes stop on the bed and the rope still looped through the headboard.
“You lucky fucking bitch.”
“Do I even want to know?” I hand her the Good Girl mug because she’ll also find it funny, and I go back to make myself another cup. “Do you want to talk about anything? But don’t be specific. I don’t want any details regarding what my brother is like in bed.”
She sits on the couch and pulls her knees up to her chest, wrapping both hands around the mug. She reads the words on it and shakes her head, laughing to herself before taking a sip.
“It was fine.” She shrugs. “It was awkward more than anything.”
“What exactly does fine mean?”
“What do you want me to say, Sayl? He fucked me, we went to sleep, and then he had to go to whatever meeting they were called into.” She nods toward the bed. “I’d much rather hear about your night.”
I pick up my coffee after it finishes brewing. It’s in the solid black mug that was there. It immediately makes me miss Axl. I’ve become a pathetic bitch already. I sit beside Kynlee on the couch.
“He tied me up. Edged me until I cried. Fucked me until I couldn’t walk. And then did it again throughout the night and three times this morning.”
“God, you greedy slut. Getting all the good sex and keeping it for yourself.”
She smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. Her fingers are tight around the mug, and her knees are pressed to her chest. She looks smaller than I’ve ever seen her look.
“Kyns, are you sure you’re alright?”
“I’m good.” The words come out a bit too fast for me to believe her.
“Seriously. It’s just an adjustment. It’s a lot, you know?
Yesterday I was a college senior, and today I’m living in the Talon mansion with your brother.
I just don’t think we’re that thrilled about fucking each other.
But it could be worse.” She takes another sip.
“At least Veronica will be here today when our stuff gets delivered.”
Kynlee leans forward and tilts my face with her finger. “And what the fuck happened to your eye?” She studies the bruise and then looks over my body, worry in her furrowed brow. “Did Axl hit you? And you have bite marks all over you.”
“No, of course not. I mean the bite marks are from him, but he wasn’t the one who hit me.
” I pull my face back and take a sip of coffee, steadying myself from the awful memory of what happened in the woods.
And how much worse things would have been if Axl hadn’t been there.
“Some other Talon grabbed me in the woods before Axl found me.”
Kynlee goes still. Her mug stops halfway to her mouth, and her face changes. Her hands are trembling.
“What do you mean he grabbed you?”
“He pinned me to a tree. Ripped my dress. Told me he was going to—” I stop because the words taste wrong in my mouth. “He was going to rape me, Kyns.”
“Was he wearing a Talon mask?” Her voice is tight, and her knuckles are white on the mug.
The question catches me off guard. “What?”
“I just mean, did he have on one of their masks? Are you sure he was a Talon?”
“It was a mask like Axl’s but with green lights. And he took it off anyway. Axl knew who he was.” I’d rather not remember anything about that fucker. I grip my mug tighter. “Why does that matter?”
She seems to relax and takes a quick sip of her coffee. “It’s nothing. I was just wondering if we knew who he was. Are they going to let a creep like that keep living here? Is he here in the mansion now?”
“Axl killed him.” I say it matter-of-factly. Death is a normal part of our world. When a problem needs to be handled that isn’t far down on the list of solutions. And Axl has killed other men for far less. Those were for me as well. Not counting whatever he’s done on order from the Council.
Kynlee stares at me. Then she sets her mug down and pulls me into a hug. She holds on tight, and I can feel her heart racing against my chest.
“I’m okay, Kyns.”
“I know.” She doesn’t let go. “I’m just glad you have Axl looking out for you.”
She finally lets go and picks her mug back up. She reads the “Good Girl” print again and raises an eyebrow at me. “When do I get details?”
I laugh and pull my feet beneath me, covering my knees with Axl’s shirt, preparing to tell my best friend everything that happened with as much detail as possible.
Axl’s cum pools between my thighs. Reliving every moment of last night is going to guarantee that I’m going to be nothing more than a horny slut waiting on my knees for him when he returns.