“Nothing,” I whisper. “Why?”
He nuzzles into my neck. “Your scent.”
Within seconds, there’s more deep breathing as he drifts back off to sleep.
The tugging doesn’t go away. If anything, it’s getting worse, that clawing need from last night building back up in my veins, making me twitchy. Axel’s hand on my breast feels like a brand, but I need more. His cock is still rock hard against me, pushing into me but not moving.
I need tomove.
My hand creeps down, towards the edge of the sleeping shorts I’m wearing.
Maybe I could just… take the edge off?
My breathing speeds up, aware of the alpha curled around me.
What if he wakes up?
What if he doesn’t?
My body makes the decision for me, another thirsty pull pushing my hands down underneath my shorts. I slip my fingers through my curls, an embarrassing amount of wetness making me wonder if this is actually a good idea.
But the first stroke of my fingers makes my eyes roll back in my head, my fingers circling my clit, pressing and flicking it until a low, heavy whine draws from my throat.
I pause, holding my breath.
And then a heavy hand slips over mine.
“Keep going,” Axel murmurs. “I’m enjoying the show.”
Oh. My. God.
Kill me now.
I stay completely still, hoping for a thunderbolt or lightning stroke or some other act of God to storm down and save me from the humiliation.
“Little spoon.”
Axel’s coaxing tone makes me squeeze my eyes closed, because that damn voice is not helping in my current, very sticky situation.
Please go back to sleep, please go back to sleep…
“You know I can hear you, right?”
Oh fuckety fuck fuck.
His body shakes. “That too.”
Bracing myself, I acknowledge that I will actually need to respond properly to this situation.
“I, er, was just… taking the edge off.”
“Oh?”
Axel’s fingers trace a circle over the back of my hand, which is still pressed firmly against my clit. I make a concentrated effort not to shift my hips.
“Need any help?” He purrs into my ear, turning my bones to mush. “To take that edge off.”
His hand squeezes my breast, and I push it into his touch with a silent demand for more.
