“It’s not like you can get married again,” Eric laughs.
I flinch, feeling hurt and a smidge embarrassed. “Seriously, Eric? You didn’t even try to stop us that night. You’ve been weirdly enthusiastic about this whole thing. I thought you were supposed to be on my side.”
Eric’s forehead is wrinkled in sympathy and good humor. His voice is soft when he speaks again. “Oh, Hale. Babes. You’ve been obsessed with this man since before we even met. I see the way he looks at you. He’s in love. And you?” He sighs. I hold my breath as I wait for his next words. “You’re scared, and I get that. I truly do. I know why you built your walls so high. But there is a very fine line between love and hate, and you’ve been walking it like a tightrope. Do yourself a favor and get out of your own way.”
I groan dramatically and roll onto my back, dragging a pillow over my face. Maybe I can smother myself out of this conversation. Might as well go out tonight. Not like I can possibly embarrass myself more than this phone call. I should’ve told Eric that Aksel was in the room with me. Although knowing Eric, that wouldn’t have stopped him from speaking his mind.
“We’ll meet you in the lobby in half an hour, Eric,” Aksel states, startling me as he tugs the pillow from my grip andstraddles my waist. I hadn’t heard him move.
Eric’s shocked laughter echoes faintly as Aksel reaches for my phone. I attempt to keep it from him, but he’s got a longer reach than me, and I don’t really want to fight him on it. He easily pops it out of my hand and tosses it to the side.
“You’re obsessed with me,” he teases, leaning in close to scent my gland. He’s been doing this more often, scenting my pheromones and marking me with his. I refuse to tell him that I like it, but I tilt my head so he has better access. His muscles are firm where I’m gripping his thighs, his jeans rough against my hands.
“Shut up,” I huff, not nearly as upset as I’m pretending to be. I can feel him smiling against the sensitive skin on my neck. My omega is exactly where he wants to be.
“Don’t worry,” he collects both my wrists in one hand and grabs my chin with the other, “I’m completely obsessed with you too, Fylgja.” His eyes are intense, all traces of teasing gone. It’s a heady feeling to have all the attention of this strong alpha on me.
He kisses me deeply, his tongue teasing the seam of my lips, begging for entry. I give in immediately. He devours me, his teeth biting my lip and his cinnamon-flavored tongue plunging deep. I moan embarrassingly loud and thrust my hips up uncontrollably in search of friction. He responds by grinding down hard, releasing a low grunt as our lengths rub together through our pants. Slick builds between my cheeks, and my whimpers are building momentum, on track to be full-on whines any second.
“More. More. More.” My omega is losing his shit. We’ve been horny as hell for the last week, and masturbation isn’t working as a deterrent anymore.
“You want more, Fylgja?” he asks with a sensual thrust of his hips.
“Yes,”Igroan,myvoicelowandbreathy.“Gods. Yes. Please.”
“I fucking love when you beg for it like a good little omega.” He builds a steady rhythm, thrusting in time to the pulseinmycockasitrubsagainsthis.We’restaringdeep into each other’s eyes as our orgasms build in beautiful symphony. “Are you gonna come for me, Fylgja? Are you gonna come like a good boy?”
Fuck. That’s so hot. I didn’t think I would be into praise during sex, but apparently I am. I’m so into it that I’m going to come in my jeans any second now. “Don’t stop. Please. Please don’t stop,” I chant over and over, on the precipice of ecstasy.
“Come. Now,” he grunts, the muscles in his back bunching as he bites down on my gland.
Stars burst behind my eyelids, and I swear I’ve never come so hard before. My entire body is shaking with my release as I shoot cum into my jeans like a horny teenage virgin getting his dick touched for the first time. Aksel just gave me the best orgasm of my life, and I’m still fully dressed.
He thrusts one, two, three more times, and then shivers and goes still as he finds his release, his hot breath against my neck causing my dick to jerk again. His body goes limp as we hang on to each other like our lives depend on it. Our breaths are slowing together as we come down from that epic high.
In less than ten minutes, it’s over. His weight is suddenlygoneandI’mlyingaloneonthebedwithmy underwear soaked from cum and slick. My head is foggy as I watch him change into a new pair of jeans, not even bothering with underwear.
“Get up,” he chuckles, already slipping into his shoes. “I’d hate for us to be late.” He fusses with his hair as he walks intothe bathroom.
I lay there for a long moment, reliving what just happened over and over again in my head.
“That was so fucking hot,” Eric’s voice says through my phone. “I should’ve made popcorn. Ten out of ten, babes. Have you thought of narrating romance books for a living? That might be an option if the whole tattooing thing doesn’t work out.”
“What the hell,” I screech, throwing blankets around as I look for my phone. I find it on the floor under the side table.
“What? It’s not like I saw anything. Sadly,” he teases, an evil glint in his eyes.
“I’m hanging up now.” I end the call, cutting off Eric’s cackle, and then chuck my phone across the room. So much for no more embarrassing moments.
Chapter Sixteen
Aksel
“What is your specific style of tattooing?”
Aksel rubs the back of his neck, his face scrunched as he thinks the question over seriously. “Honestly? I don’t know that I have a preferred style. For my own tattoos, I tend to gravitate toward monochromatic realism. I like the depth and texture that a grayscale tattoo shows. It makes it feel grounded and timeless, like an old photo or something. But when I’mtattooing someone else, my priority is always what they want. Their story. Their vision. I don’t think my personal preferences should override that. I know that’s probably not the neat marketable answer you were wanting, but it’s an honest one.”
Cammie tilts her head, clearly not satisfied with the given answer. “So, you have no preference at all? Really?”
