Chapter Twenty-Seven
Axe, Carson and I have dinner together and it's great.
I finally feel like part of a family for once.
Axe even makes a toast saying he's happy both his girls are here.
I'm still stunned about him calling me his girl.
After dinner, which fills me to the point of being exhausted from too much food, I find the energy to have a shower.
Carson goes to bed in a guest room and Axe goes to his room.
When I get out of the shower, I wrap a towel around myself and enter my room.
“Elora.” Axe knocks on the door.
“I just got out of the shower,” I tell him.
“Come to my room after you get dressed. I want to talk to you,” his voice is calm yet those words sound demanding.
I throw on some loose clothes and make my way to his room. Before I even get the courage to knock, the door opens. Axe grabs my hand and leads me over to his bed.
“What do you want to talk about?” I ask nervously.
“First, I need to ask, are you all in with me? A hundred percent you want to be with me?” Axe's eyes don't falter from mine. I really need to get used to eye contact with him.
“Yes,” I murmur, and he smiles.
After my talk with Carson, I know Axe is it for me. Joel just wouldn't understand me despite him being my mate.
“Okay, in that case, I need you to understand that in our future, a mark between us is inevitable. How do you feel about that?” he asks, seeming to search my eyes for an answer.
“Ohh.” I bite my bottom lip but Axe pulls my lip from between my teeth with his thumb.
“Don't turn me on. We need to discuss this,” he warns.
“Okay, well, I guess it's what every she-wolf goes through eventually,” I say.
“Yes but that's with their mate. The marking ritual is different when it's two unmated wolves.”
“Oh, what will happen?” I ask.
“Well, the history of the werewolf civilisation is much different to how we live today.
Back then, people didn't often wait for their mates since you could only find your mate after you turned eighteen.
So males claiming whichever female they wanted was a common thing.
A male would wait for a female's heat to choose his mate.
Centuries ago, girls would go through heat much younger than now.
But call it us evolving or whatever, a woman's first heat now happens after her eighteenth birthday during the first full moon of the season of spring.”
“How do you know all this?” I cut in.
“An alpha should know the history. I have books kept safe in my office to explain everything.
So back to the male claiming a female. When she would go into heat, he would test her.
If she fought, she wasn't ready to be mated. If she let him, he claimed her as his. But this usually happened in wolf form for the first mark. The second mark will be the bite of the neck. The third mark will be a pack ceremony when it’s an alpha and luna.
There is a lot of information and there are reasons and traditions.
Each pack chooses whatever they believe in.
You can read the books if you want, but since we aren't each other's mates, I think this is how I should claim you.”
“Wow, that's a lot.” I breathe out.
“I could just bite you, but if we do that first, it will be intense. Our wolves could become aggressive with each other since our humans decided the choice for them. That's why I think waiting for your heat will be an easier unity between us since our wolves will be making the decision.”
Shit. I didn't realise werewolves were so complex. His words put fear in me. What if our wolves don't accept each other because we had already found our destined mates?
“Oh my God. You said the first full moon in spring. My heat is going to be really soon,” my voice trembles.
“It's okay. Your wolf will take over in that time.” Axe grabs my hand in a comforting way.
“Axe, I don't want my first time to be as my wolf,” I confess.
I want my first time to be me in my human form with Axe. I don’t want our wolves to mate each other before we do.
“It's up to you when you're ready. I'm just letting you know the marking is the important part which our wolves should complete.”
“Okay.”
He's given me a lot of information tonight. It's a surprise to me how much I don't know about werewolf life. Is this common knowledge? Maybe this was taught during training sessions but I never went to them.
Axe caresses my cheek and leans in, softly pressing his lips against mine.
I place my hands on his shoulders as his body inclines into mine.
When the kissing gets steamy, he wraps his strong arm around my back and pulls my body up further to lie on the bed.
We kiss for a long time. When he pulls up and leans back on his knees, his eyes are thirsty with lust.
“Do you trust me?” His voice is gruff.
“Yes,” I breathe out.
Axe reaches for the waistband of my pants and pulls them off, along with my underwear. A gasp leaves my mouth and my eyes go wide. Shit. This is the first time he's ever seen me down there. I keep my legs together, feeling nervous, but he places both hands on my knees and spreads them.
“I-I don't think I'm ready to mate,” I murmur.
“I'm not mating you. I'm tasting you.”
As soon as his words are out, he dives his head between my legs and attaches his tongue right against me.
I squeal from the contact. The more his tongue and lips move against me, the more squirmy I get.
I can't seem to keep still. He wraps his arms from under my legs, places his hands down on my abdomen and keeps me where he wants me.
I have never felt such a gentle and delightful touch.
If someone asked me what affection I would want for the rest of my life, this would be it.
Although it's strange and feels unusual for a wet mouth to be at that part of my body, it's phenomenal.
The first five minutes, I'm a mess; squirming, shaking, breathing uncontrollably.
But once I get used to the feeling, my body relaxes.
He seems to sense when my body eases and stretches out because he lets my midsection go and just holds my thighs.
I grab the blanket in my fist, then I grab hold of his hair and pull on it and he groans in the sexiest way.
As that same sensation I felt a week ago builds up, I tightly grab onto his hands.
My bud erupts into tingles of pleasure, my voice whispering his name, and my legs trembling against his head.
Axe lifts himself up and sits to the side of me.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I nod erratically knowing my voice would be strained right now. Axe's pants are really restricting him. He looks huge. I look into his eyes, his blazing eyes.
“Do... you... want something?” I ask.
“Are you comfortable with that?” His voice is supportive but every other part of him is screaming hunger.
“Can I use my hand?” I ask, wanting to start with something simple.
“Anything you want.” He lies back against the headboard and I pull my jelly like self-up. “Do you want me to take them off?”