“Okay, then your secret’s safe with me,” I promise, and she stands while I stay seated.
Her dress hits her calves, but the way she saunters over to me… she might as well be wearing next to nothing as she wedges herself between my legs.
“I think I’d like to keep some more secrets tonight,” she flirts, her hands going to my shoulders and shifting to the back of my neck where her nails drag against my scalp.
My hands immediately wrap around the back of her thighs. They’re toned from running; I probably shouldn’t plan my day around when I know she’s going for a run, but sometimes that’s the only chance I get to see her.
“What’d you have in mind, darlin’?”
“I want to feel good,” she begs me, not mincing words, or asking me something stupid likewhat I want to do to her. I want to do everything to her. I want her in every single depraved way my mind can come up with, and then some. But I know myself. I know how obsessed I’m going to become as soon as we take the next step.
I try to talk myself out of it and fail. I already followed her on her date. I’m already hooked.
My forehead presses against her shoulder as I inhale her scent. Her nails scratch my scalp seductively, and all I can think about is her tugging on my hair while I fuck her into oblivion.
“As soon as I touch you, it’s over for me, darlin’.”
“What do you mean?” she breathes.
My hands glide further up her legs till I’m just barely touching her ass. I want to consume her. I want to be her onlythought; I want her to need me; I want her to risk every single fuckin’ thing for this feeling.
I lift my head from her neck and look into her needy brown eyes. She bites her lip as she looks down at me. A true fuckin’ queen if I’ve ever seen one.
“There’sno how we’re goin’ to make this shit happen;if I touch you, it’s happenin’. You’re mine, and there’s no goin’ back. If I have to kidnap your ass, kill somebody, take down the club, I’ll do it.”
She swallows audibly, taking in my vow.
“Then touch me, show me what I’ve been missing,” she whispers.
I should be a stronger man, I should hold back and tell her not yet, that she doesn’t understand that I’m truly serious. That if there’s a single threat of her being taken away from me, everything is forfeit. The club has been my refuge, the thing that made me a man. But Lily? She’s the woman worth risking it all for.
I grab the hem of her dress, pushing it up so my hands are touching the skin of her thighs, and she sighs at the touch. It’s never been like this for me, never this intense or meaningful. Her skin is warm and soft under my touch, and I can’t imagine this ever being taken away from me.
“You’re gonna fuckin’ ruin me, darlin’.”
“Good.”
She tugs on my hair slightly, forcing me to look up at her. “I want you to ruin me too,” she murmurs. “Kiss me,” she requests.
My hands ache as I remove them from her legs and stand. She looks up at me with hooded eyes as I use one hand to cup the back of her head and the other to tilt her chin.
And when our lips meet, I know that my fate has just been sealed forever.
Axel’s kiss is soft.Nothing like the man who beat up two Alphas in my honor with a pipe a few hours earlier. No, this is the sweet man who took me to his granddad’s lake house and just sat in comfortable silence with me to makemefeel better.
It’s a powerful feeling knowing that it’s me that makes him softer, gentler. I have a power over him not because of our designations or pheromones, but because we’re meant to be. I don’t care if the rest of the world doesn’t believe in soul mates.
That’s bullshit, and this kiss proves it.
Axel was right about us, as soon as our lips touched, I was done for. I’m not an inexperienced virgin, my Florida public school education was worth something, but this? This is what people mean when they talk about intimacy. I didn’t know whatI was missing out on until this moment. Sure, I love being touched, kissed… everything. But this kiss? This kiss has me feeling weak in the knees. It has me forgetting all about the outside world and the problems that are waiting for me. There are no designations, pressure, or other people to worry about. It’s just Axel and me and nothing else is of importance.
His fingers tighten in my hair as his lips part and our tongues meet. He makes a noise of satisfied male pleasure, and my knees go weak. The hand he was using to hold my chin wraps around my middle as he tugs me closer.
The hard length of his cock presses against my stomach, and I already know I’m soaking wet. Coconut and jasmine are the only notable scents in the space.
Axel must notice because his kiss turns more aggressive like he can’t get enough of me. I’m addicted to this feeling, and I never want to let it go.
He shocks me, his hand dropping from my body to wrap around the back of my thighs. He hefts me on top of the table without his lips ever leaving mine. He has my dress pushed up toward the top of my thighs, and I gasp when his hands grip my flesh. His club ring is cold compared to the rest of his hand.
