“What are you…”
Beast nuzzled against his throat.
It was a vulnerability he would never have allowed with anyone else. An intimate skin privilege, and yet his instincts were to give easier access, reacting with desire rather than panic.
“No Titus.” A grumble against his pulse, and Sam groaned as his body reacted at their vicinity.
“Aye, okay, no Titus.” Sam tried to move, but was met with resistance. So instead he went predatory still, wary of Beast as he pressed himself closer. Heat seeped into Sam’s skin, the air thickening with the heightened tension growing between them, suffocating with every passing second.
And then he felt teeth, and Sam let out a soft exhale as blood rushed in his ears. His eyes closed as his entire body warmed, his attention on the blunt pressure on his throat just above his pulse. It wasn’t a threat, the teeth not even cutting skin as he was pinned between the wall and a solid chest, Beast’s heart beating so hard Sam could feel it between them.
Beast growled, and Sam moaned out a husky noise as his jeans tightened painfully, his chest heaving up and down in quickened breaths. Hands brushed against his sides, and Sam couldn’t control his flinch when they began tugging at the hem of his t-shirt. He didn’t resist when those fingers went beneath, moving slowly over his stomach, tracing each and every ab before reaching for his jeans.
Beast finally released his throat. “Mine.”
Sam’s eyes snapped open, not sure what he had heard as there was a pop of a button, the whoosh of a zipper and then Beast’s hand was inside.
“Fuck,” Sam swore, his cock jumping as Beast palmed him, hand hot as the other tugged the fabric further down. “What are you doing?” A whisper, as if he raised his voice the hyper-tension between them would be broken, and reality would continue, where he was soon to be homeless.
No, being pinned to a wall by a man who looked like a sex god was a much better distraction.
Beast paused, only for his attention to settle on the pearl of arousal leaking from the head of Sam’s cock. He gave a single pump, and stars burst in Sam’s vision as he pressed himself harder against the wall, controlling his breathing in heavy pants as lust tightened his stomach. They had barely done anything, and he had never been so turned on in his entire life, his body on fire as the rough grip of the hand slowly moved up and down.
His eyes had drifted closed once more, his hips thrusting along as he chased his release. The hand worked him perfectly, knowing exactly the right grip, adding a little twist at the head that made him dizzy before he felt an entirely different heat. Sam peered down just as Beast attempted to wrap both their cocks in his one hand, but unable to hold their combined girths.
Sam groaned, feeling his cock grow impossibly bigger as it was pressed against rigid, molten flesh. Beast’s hand moved up and down them both, and the added friction of the other cock quickly brought Sam close to the edge.
But it wasn’t Axel who was pulling the pleasure from him. Axel wasn’t even aware it was happening, and that thought caused his arousal to flicker.
“Stop.” Sam released his claws, pressing the sharp edges to Beast’s chest when he continued his long, languorous strokes. “I said stop.”
Sam’s claws dragged down to part skin, and only then did Beast stop moving his hand.
“Axel.” He was so close, his balls aching to the point he wasn’t sure what beat louder, the pulse inside his head or the angry vein down his cock. “Bring Axel back.”
Beast tilted his head, his grip tightening for a fraction, forcing a moan from Sam’s throat before his eyes of silver shifted into warm hazel, showing part confusion, and part lust.
Axel’s lips parted a little, and Sam wanted nothing more than to close the distance between them. To taste the tongue than had dominated his mouth all those weeks ago.
“Sam?” A gruff sound as Axel’s eyes widened, a groan vibrating his chest at the sight of them both in his hand.
Sam panted, claws pulling back to leave a line of red through Axel’s intricate tattoos. His orgasm coiled tightly at the base of his spine, and he knew that one more movement and he wouldn’t simply explode, but go atomic.
One more stroke, but as he shifted his hips to take himself over that edge Axel pulled back with a gasp, bursting into a bright white light.
Chapter9
Axel
He wasn’t in his own bed, he knew that because it was too soft, the pillow beneath his head feathers rather than cotton. The mattress felt like a cushion of air, and the sheets beneath his bare skin satin.
Axel felt his entire body go rigid, and then immediately relax. He was in no pain, his muscles loose and bones content. There wasn’t even any whispers, everything silent. He hadn’t heard complete silence... A long time.
Something must be wrong.
Axel moved in a single blur, jumping up only to crouch on the floor, his senses on full alert. He definitely wasn’t in his room, the walls painted a moss green, with plants stacked on a rustic wooden frame beside the bed. A silky throw blanket in a similar shade had fallen, pooling on the floor by his feet while a vintage-looking dresser was pressed against the opposite wall, covered in framed photographs and a large, oval mirror.
A grumble, followed by a leopard’s head popping up to blink sleepily at him. Axel remained stiff, watching in awe as the beautiful predator stretched, the light rippling over his rosettes as claws pricked the pale sheets. The leopard yawned, showing off sharp teeth as he jumped down to brush his side against Axel’s arm, tail flicking against his face.
