The wolf inside him howled and whimpered, demanding that he go to her, wrap his arms around her and tell her that everything was going to be okay, but that would be a lie.
Nothing was going to be alright.
Instead he was forced to listen to her cries while trying to ignore the pain in his chest.
Eventually her sobs quietened and she reemerged, hair wet and wearing only a towel.
His cock stirred in his pants, like it didn't understand that he was the source of all her angst.
Axel's hands gripped the bedsheets, trying to maintain control.
"I'll get you something to wear," he murmured, getting to his feet, but she stopped him, pressing a hand to his chest.
The look on her face was heartbreaking. The pain and desperation, but also the hunger that smoldered deep within her eyes.
"I," she whispered, her hand gently touching his skin, until she yanked him down to her level, pressing her lips against his.
The wolf inside him howled with happiness. The man himself was in shock.
Her lips were soft and warm, her fingers gripping his hair, the towel slipping away from her naked form.
He didn't even have time to process what was happening before her hand moved down his torso, reaching for the belt buckle.
Axel gasped, his brain finally catching up.
"Don't say anything," she hissed, pulling the belt off and tossing it aside, moving her hands down to the zipper of his jeans.
Axel couldn't move. It was like he'd been paralyzed.
Her small fingers reached into his pants, tugging down his boxers.
The lust was overwhelming, the scent of her arousal filling his nostrils.
His cock throbbed as her hand wrapped around it, giving him a firm stroke.
He groaned, his knees weakening, his muscles tensing.
She moved her hand back and forth, her grip firm, her palm warm and smooth.
He could barely stand, his legs threatening to give out.
"Shit," he gasped, his eyes squeezing shut, his cock pulsating in her hand.
He knew that he should tell her to stop but he didn't. He was too selfish and consumed by her. The need to plunge himself into her wet heat was overwhelming.
She was going to destroy him.
He pushed her back on the bed with a growl, kicking his clothes off.
He moved forward, his weight crushing her, his hands fisting the sheets. Their bodies melded together, a tangle of limbs and heat.
Her hips grinded against his. He could feel the warmth of her skin seeping into his, igniting a fire within him.
It felt like he would die without her.
He rolled his hips against hers, his cock rubbing against her soaked folds, his mind going blank.
"I need you," he gasped, his breath hot against her skin.
