Deepa allowed him to climb over her body, slipping his cock inside her soaked folds.
She let out a whimper, his hard shaft stretching her wide.
Axel's hips rocked back and forth, slowly fucking her, his face buried in her hair, his hands cupping her ass.
She groaned, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.
He was an arsehole, but it felt wonderful when he was buried deep inside her.
His thrusts were slow and steady, his mouth trailing kisses down her neck, his lips brushing over her ear.
"You're mine," he murmured. "Just mine."
"Shut up," she hissed.
Axel's fingers gripped her hips, his movements quickening.
She bit her lip, her hips rolling to meet his, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing around the room.
Axel groaned, his fingers digging into her flesh.
"I'm gonna cum," he gasped, his thrusts becoming more erratic.
Deepa wrapped her legs tighter around him, pulling him closer. She could feel him tense, his whole body shaking as he came, spilling his seed deep inside her.
Axel collapsed beside Deepa, pulling her into his arms.
Deepa sighed, allowing herself to sink into the warmth of his embrace.
"You're mine," he murmured against her neck.
"I'm not a fucking object," she muttered back.
Axel's hands ran up and down her spine, his lips brushing over her skin.
Deepa's eyelids grew heavy, the warmth of his body lulling her to sleep.
Axel was gone from her bed in the morning. He ignored her at breakfast, quickly wolfing down his food without saying a word, obviously still angry at her for staying.
Deepa glared at him while chewing on her toast.
Two could play at the silent game.
Most of the household disappeared after breakfast, no doubt going off to cause havoc for Deepa's old co-workers. She hoped that they didn't kill anyone that she liked.
Ryan remained, inviting her to drink tea with him in a courtyard. The white metal table and chairs were surrounded by several rose bushes.
“Nastya's creations,” said Ryan when he noticed Deepa staring at the flowers. “She loves to plant seeds and watch them grow.”
“They're lovely.” Deepa slowly took a sip of green tea, trying not to spend too much time staring at Ryan.
Perhaps her grief for Parker was making her see him in Axel's brother's face.
Ryan elegantly poured himself another cup. "Have you ever heard of fated mates?"
Deepa shook her head.
"It's a rare thing,''' said Ryan. “Sort of like love at first sight. It's when two werewolves become overly attached to each other the first time that they meet."
