Chapter 31
For a heartbeat, Axel froze. His lips were still beneath mine, his body tight with resistance.
Then he groaned—deep and broken—and kissed me back.
His hands framed my face, tilting my head right where he wanted it. The kiss turned hungry. Desperate. Like he’d been holding back and now the dam had broken.
I pressed closer, my hands sliding up his chest. So warm. So solid.
“Rebecca.” My name was a growl against my lips.
“Let me show you what it means to be mine, Axel. And then you can show me what it means to be yours.”
His throat bobbed, then he gave a brief nod. I went for his shirt, grabbing at the hem and pulling it up and over his body. I loved his chest. God. I loved it.
The sight of his tattoos covering slabs of muscle…
I leaned in and traced my tongue along one of the markings and he groaned, his head lolling back.
There was a fading bruise over a large portion of his ribs. My touch was feather-light as I asked, “Does it hurt?”
“No.” His voice was strained. “Not anymore.”
I leaned in, pressed a kiss there. He shuddered.
“May I heal it? Please?”
He huffed. “Like I could deny you when you beg so sweetly, little witch.”
I smirked, closing my eyes, laying my hand over the area.
Yes, he healed fast as a wolf, but if we were going to do this, I wanted him whole and uninjured.
I wasn’t going to wait for his immortal body to do the work.
Besides, I was giddy with the realization that I could do magic freely now, even though it cost me my own energy.
It would replenish eventually. I wasn’t saying goodbye to pieces of my power anymore.
Concentrating, I summoned my will and set about healing his ribs. I felt the energy leave me. Felt my fatigue grow.
But my hunger—my need for Axel—was enough to drive me. I could sustain myself purely on that. No matter how tired I felt.
He exhaled a breath that carried relief. I studied the area then grinned. “All better?”
“You’re fucking incredible, you know that?”
I bit my lip to keep from grinning too wide.
“Wait until you see just how incredible,” I teased, reaching for the button on his jeans, meeting his eyes, letting him see my intention.
“Rebecca.” A warning.
“Do you want me to stop?”
His breaths came faster. He gave me a rough shake of his head.
“Good.” I sank to my knees. “Then let me show you.”
His lips parted. “What are you—?”
“I want to taste you.”
“You don’t—“
“I want to.” I worked the button free, then the zipper. Slowly, I pulled his jeans and boxers down together.
His cock sprang free, angry and swollen and—
Oh.
Oh.
I’d felt him before, pressed up against me when he was hard. But seeing him was different. He was big. Thick and long, with veins that ran the length of him. A bead of moisture pooled at the tip and I fought the urge to lick it up immediately as my mouth watered.
There was a light dusting of dark hair around the base of his shaft, neatly trimmed.
“Like what you see, sweetheart?” His voice was rough, but I caught the edge of vulnerability.
“You’re huge.” My words came out breathless. “How is that supposed to—?”
He groaned, his hand cupping my jaw. “I’ll fit. We’ll get your sweet cunt nice and wet. You’ll be begging for it.”
Warmth flooded my core, wetness pooling between my thighs.
None of my previous partners had filthy mouths. But of course my unhinged wolf did. It was so fitting and I wanted more of it. Wanted to see if I could break his control. See how far I could push him.
See what other things came out of that mouth.
I leaned forward, pressed a kiss to the base of his cock, then licked up his length. His hips jutted forward on instinct and he cursed, his hand finding my hair, tightening around the strands. Like he couldn’t bear to allow my retreat.
Which was fine. Because I wasn’t going anywhere. Not when he tasted so fucking perfect.
I took him into my mouth. As much as I could manage. He was too big to take completely but I tried, hollowing my cheeks and relaxing my throat.
The taste of his pre-come exploded on my tongue. Salt and musk and him.
The ache between my thighs intensified.
When my eyes darted up the length of his body, the sight of him staring down at me, face ravaged with hunger, made me moan around his cock.
“Fuck,” He sucked in a breath. “Do that again.”
I grinned around my mouthful and hummed. He moaned, his head falling back.
I took him deeper, all the way to the back of my throat, ignoring the sting, the tears that filled my eyes. I reminded my jaw to relax. To take him as deep as I could. I wanted to feel him everywhere.
“Fuck! That’s it.” His hips jerked forward, pushing deeper. “That’s my good girl.”
I moaned again, wrapping one hand around the back of his thigh for leverage, using the other to hold him at the base of his cock.
Then I set to work, finding my rhythm, using his cues to guide me.
His breathing turned ragged, fingers combing through my hair, alternating between massaging and gripping.
Occasionally tightening. Occasionally pulling my head forward to thrust deeper before letting up, like he couldn’t quite resist the instinct to take control.
Like he was fighting a battle with himself.
Fighting the urge to fuck my mouth like he wanted to.
God, I wanted him to. I wanted him to overpower me. To snap. To let go of that tightly leashed control.
But we’d get there. When he discovered I wasn’t a delicate flower. When he learned that it would take much more than him fucking my mouth. For now, I continued to show him that he was mine.
“Been dreaming about this.” His voice was strained. “Your mouth taking me—fuck—“
I whimpered around him. The sound made him curse. I could feel him getting thicker, throbbing against my tongue. Getting close.
I freed one hand and reached between his thighs, cradling his balls. Gently pulling.
“Bloody fuck—” His voice was raw as he reached down, pulling me off him and hauling me up. I released his cock with a pop of my lips and a little whine.
“Enough.” He looked at me with yellow wolf eyes now.
“When I come, it’s going to be inside you.
Damn it, Rebecca. I want to know where the fuck you learned to do that, but I can’t let you tell me, or I’ll demand every name of every man who has ever touched you and their fate will be the same as that bastard last night. ”
Molten hot desire dumped into me. The sight of him jealous—it turned me on more than I cared to admit.
He grasped my ass and lifted me up onto the kitchen counter, hands already pushing up the overlarge shirt on my frame. I raised my arms and he yanked it off. His gaze raked over me.
“Fucking perfect, little witch.” He stepped between my thighs, spreading them wide. Then he leaned in and took my nipple between his lips, reaching for the other with his free hand. His tongue flicked over the taut bud and I moaned, arching into him.
I was so sensitive. Aching with need.
He sucked, pinching my other sensitive bud and rolling it around between his fingers. Sparks shot straight to my pussy. I rocked my hips, trying to press closer. He did it again and again, kneading one breast while sucking on the other. I tightened everywhere.
“Bet you could come from just that, huh?”
“Yes—no. I don’t…”
“Don’t worry, we can test the theory another time. There will be plenty of opportunity for it.”
His hand slid down my stomach, between my legs. When his fingers found my slick folds, he made a low sound.
“Feckin’ hell, you’re soaked.” He circled my clit and I gasped. “Did sucking my cock get you this wet, sweetheart?”
“Yes!”
“We’ll just have to do somethin’ about it.” His accent was coming thicker and I loved it.
He slid two fingers inside me, pumping slow. “So wet and tight.” He pressed his forehead against mine. “My girl loves sucking my cock.”
“Yes.” The word ended on a moan as he curled his fingers. My hips rocked against his hand. “Axel, please—“
“Please what?” He added a third finger, stretching me. Getting me ready to take his cock. I wasn’t even sure he would fit.
“I need you.”
“Need me? For…what? Need me to keep going? Kiss you? Make you a sandwich?”
“Oh, fuck you.” I huffed out a laugh.
“I’m hoping you will. But, sweetheart, you’re going to have to do better than that.”
“I need you to fuck me.” The words ended in a cry as he pumped in deeper, hitting the perfect spot.
“Do you know what that entails?”
My pussy clenched around his fingers. Because I did. I’d been thinking about it a lot. About what it would feel like.
“I need you to knot me,” I admitted. “To make me yours.”
Axel groaned. “Gonna knot ye so good, little witch. Rebecca. Gonna bury my cock so deep, we’ll be fused together. Ye’ll be mine for the rest of our days.”
“Yes. Yes!” I cried, squeezing his fingers, trying to chase my orgasm. Tingles spread from the base of my spine, shooting outward.
“But first I’m going to need you to come for me. Gonna need you to come hard. Gotta get this perfect cunt ready.”
“Please—ahhh!” Words failed as he ground the palm of his hand against my clit and I jerked. The delicious sensation had me throbbing. My breaths came as ragged gasps.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Come for your mate. Show me how good you can milk my fingers—”
I detonated, eyes going wide as a cry fell from my lips. Little pinpricks of light danced in my vision.
“Good girl. Such a good girl,” Axel cooed as I rode out my orgasm, rocking against his hand.
He slowed his movements until the last of my tremors subsided and I slumped forward, using his shoulders to anchor myself.
He pulled his fingers free, brought them to his mouth. Sucked them clean. The sight made my core clench and had more moisture pooling.
“Your come tastes so fucking sweet.” He grabbed my ass, jerking my hips forward. Then he positioned himself at my entrance.
“Can’t wait another minute. Gonna take you now.”
I whimpered at the sight of it, the head of his cock disappearing into my folds and he swept it along my slit, getting it wet and ready. The feel of it made my belly clench all over again.