Chapter 25
The drive back to the cabin was torture.
Axel’s hands gripped the steering wheel hard enough to make the leather creak. Every bump in the road made Rebecca’s skirt shift against her thighs. Every breath brought him her scent, mixed with something sharper now. Arousal. Need.
She’d been driving him mad all evening. That bloody skirt. Those sheer black hose that covered nothing and everything at once. The way she’d laughed and smiled and lit up the whole damned festival. The feel of her in his arms on that dance floor, soft and warm and his.
Mine, his wolf growled. Ours. Claim her.
He wanted to, even if he wouldn’t.
Rebecca was quiet beside him, picking at the hem of her skirt.
He caught the movement out of the corner of his eye and bit back a growl.
She had no idea what she did to him. No idea that every time she touched that fabric, all he could think about was shoving it up around her waist and burying his face between her thighs.
“You’ve been tense since we left,” she said softly. “Everything okay?”
Tense. That was one word for it.
“All good.” It came out rougher than intended.
“Axel—“
“Can’t stop thinking about that damn skirt,” he admitted. “About the way other males were looking at you tonight. Staring at your legs. At your arse when you bent over to pick out those wee pumpkins.”
“They were not!” Her voice had gone breathless.
“They were, sweetheart. Trust me, they were.” His jaw clenched. Because if he wouldn’t claim her, then he had no right to keep her from others. The thought made him ill. “Wanted to rip their eyes out. Every last one.”
Silence stretched between them, thick and charged. He could hear her heartbeat quickening. Could smell the way her arousal intensified.
“And me?” The question was soft. Teasing. Knowing.
His hands tightened on the wheel until his knuckles went white. “You know exactly what I promised you, little witch.”
Her breath hitched. “You promised you’d use your teeth.”
His cock throbbed painfully against his jeans. “Aye. That I did.”
The cabin came into view and he’d never been more grateful to see it. He barely remembered to shift into park before cutting the engine. Rebecca was already unbuckling, reaching for the door—
“Don’t.” The command in his voice stopped her cold. “Stay right there.”
He climbed out, rounded the truck, and opened her door. The porch light illuminated her flushed cheeks, her parted lips, the rapid rise and fall of her chest beneath that infuriating sweater.
Beautiful. His. For now, at least.
He held out his hand. She took it, and the moment her palm touched his, something in him snapped.
He hauled her against him, backing her up against the truck, caging her in with his arms. Her gasp was swallowed by his mouth as he kissed her—hard, hungry, everything he’d been holding back all evening.
She responded instantly, her hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer. Her tongue swept against his and he growled into her mouth, grinding his hips against her belly so she could feel exactly what she did to him.
“Inside,” he rasped against her lips. “Now.”
They stumbled toward the cabin, hands grabbing, mouths fused together. He got the door open—barely—and kicked it shut behind them. The bunnies froze in their enclosure, standing on hind legs to watch, but he barely registered it.
All he could see was Rebecca. Flushed and breathless and wanting.
“Axel—“
He backed her toward the dining table, his hands already sliding under her skirt, finding warm skin seeping through the fabric of her sheer tights. “These goddamn bloody hose.”
She sucked in a breath as he squeezed the globes of her arse.
“You’re trying to kill me. I’ll not stand for it another minute.” He dropped to his knees.
Her pupils blew wide.
He ran his hands up her legs, over those sheer black hose, feeling her shiver under his touch.
Then he pinched the fabric and pulled, just enough to get his teeth on them.
They shredded with a satisfying tear, revealing the smooth skin of her thighs beneath.
She gasped, her hands flying to his shoulders for balance.
He used his hands to enlarge the rip, all the way up to the apex of her thighs. Then he did the same for the other leg. She watched him with parted lips and flushed cheeks.
“Those were new.” The protest was weak. “I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”
“When I give my word, I keep it.” He shredded the remainder of them, elongating his claws to help, stripping the ruined fabric away until she stood in just her skirt, boots, and that scrap of black lace covering her sex. The scent of her arousal hit him full force and his mouth watered.
“I’ll buy you a hundred more pairs—likely shred those too. Now then…”
His hands slid up and down her bare thighs, relishing in the feel of her skin. “Turn around.”
“What?”
He didn’t give her time, instead, squeezing her flesh and spinning her in place.”Hands on the table, sweetheart.”
She obeyed. He rose behind her, pressing his body against her back, letting her feel every hard inch of him.
“You’ve been driving me mad all evening.” His hand smoothed over her arse, still covered by the skirt. “Prancing around in this wee thing.”
“I wasn’t prancing—” Her words cut off in a yelp as his hand came down on her arse. Not hard. Just enough to sting.
“You were.” Another smack. This time she moaned. “Prancing.”
He shoved her skirt up, baring her completely. Her black lace thong left little to the imagination, already damp at the center, if her flooding scent was anything to go on. His cock strained against his jeans.
“Axel, please—“
“Please what, sweetheart?” Another smack, harder, and he watched the perfect curve of her arse redden under his palm. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want—I want your mouth on me.”
“Where?” He hooked his fingers in the string and dragged her panties down her legs. “Here?” A kiss to the globe of her arse. “Or here?” Another kiss, lower, just above the crease where her arse met her thigh.
“You know where.”
“Want to hear you say it.” He nipped at her skin and she gasped. “Where do you want my mouth, Rebecca?”
“Between my legs. Please.”
“Good girl.”
He dropped to his knees behind her, spreading her legs wider. The view nearly undid him—the folds of her cunt, pink and glistening even in the low light.
“So wet for me already.” He ran his thumb through her arousal and she jerked. “Look at you, dripping down your thighs. Haven’t even touched you properly yet.”
“Axel—“
“Going to taste every inch of this pretty cunt.” He dragged his thumb through her wetness again, slower this time. “Going to make you come on my tongue until you’re begging me to stop. Would you like that, little witch?”
“Yes.” The word came out breathless.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, please.”
He buried his face between her thighs.
Her cry echoed through the cabin as he licked through her folds, groaning at the tangy taste of her. His hands gripped her thighs, fingers pressing into her flesh, holding her still as he feasted on her, his tongue working her clit before moving to thrust inside her.
“Fuck, you taste sweet,” he growled against her. “Could live between these thighs.”
“Oh God—oh God—“ Her hands scrabbled at the table, trying to find purchase as her legs trembled.
He pulled back just long enough to growl, “Push your chest down. Flat on the table.”
She obeyed, bending forward, and the new angle let him go deeper. He devoured her, alternating between long, firm strokes and tight circles around her clit. She was falling apart before him, her hips rocking back against his face.
“That’s it,” he murmured against her. “Fuck my face, sweetheart. Take what you need.”
A whimper escaped her throat.
“Going to eat this cunt every day,” he continued, his voice rough, almost feral. “Make you come on my tongue whenever I want. You’d let me, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes—yes—“
His cock throbbed at her surrender, but he ignored it. This was about her. About making her shatter.
He slid two fingers inside her, curling them while his tongue worked her clit. She clenched around him immediately.
“So tight,” he growled. “Can feel you squeezing my fingers. You’re close, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
“Yes—please—I need—“
“Need what? Say it.”
“Need to come. Please, Axel—“
“Then come for me.” He sucked her clit between his lips, pumping his fingers faster. “Come on my face like a good girl.”
She shattered with a scream, her inner walls clenching around his fingers as she came.
He imagined it was his cock instead and groaned, feeling pre-come seep from the tip.
He worked her through every wave, gentling his touch but not stopping, drawing out every last tremor until she collapsed boneless against the table.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, pressing kisses to her inner thighs, licking off every bit of arousal. “So fucking beautiful when you come for me.”
“Fuck,” she breathed. “That was—“
“I’m not done with you yet.”
Before she could respond, he stood and hauled her up into his arms, tossing her over his shoulder. She let out a surprised yelp, then a breathless laugh as he strode toward the bedroom.
“Axel! What are you—?”
“Not nearly finished tasting you, little witch.” He kicked the bedroom door open, then deposited her on the bed. She bounced slightly, her hair spreading across his pillow, her skirt still rucked up around her waist.
Perfect. All his.
He followed her down, caging her in with his arms, capturing her mouth in a hungry kiss. She tasted herself on his tongue and moaned, her hands sliding up into his hair, pulling him closer.
He kissed her like he was drowning and she was air. Deep, desperate kisses that had her arching up against him, her legs wrapping around his hips. Had fire pooling low in his gut, had his balls tightening.
Her hands slid down his chest, fumbling for the button of his jeans—
He stilled. Every muscle in his body locked tight with panic. “Rebecca, I have already said. We can’t.”
She froze beneath him, her fingers still on his button. Her eyes blazed with frustration and hurt. “This again, Axel?”