He was surprised at the disappointment when Axel pulled out, at the sudden emptiness. He couldn’t move, not even when Axel cleaned him up as he just breathed, his body still overly sensitive.
“I didn’t mean for that to happen,” he said, voice humiliatingly hoarse. Probably because he screamed. He never screamed.
Axel froze behind him, and Sam finally turned, thankful for the cool tiles against his fevered skin. Axel wouldn’t look at him, and right then Sam was fine with that as he studied every inch of Axel’s skin. His chest was clearly carved from stone, the glyphs tattooed there glowing a pale white light that slowly dimmed until they settled back into their fine, black, and red lines. His arms were roped with muscle, although not as big as his other brothers, but hard and defined enough that Sam wanted to explore them slowly with his tongue.
His thighs were solid, tensed and then there was his cock, relaxed and spent between his thick legs. Axel seemed just as comfortable with his nudity as Sam was, and Sam felt himself stirring once more despite having the most mind-blowing orgasm in his life.
“That was…” he erupted into laughter, and Axel finally looked up with a frown. “That was fucking amazing.”
“Did I hurt you?”
Sam wiped his stomach, the effervescence bubbling through his blood fading at the quiet question. “Aye, that’s why I’ve made a complete mess of myself.” Axel’s face remained hard, so Sam rolled his eyes with a smirk. “You didn’t do anything to me I didn’t enjoy.”
“That was…” Axel seemed lost for words, and Sam understood. “I didn’t mean for that to happen either.”
“Well, I’ll give you an A for effort.” Even though it couldn’t really happen again, because Sam wanted to fuck him, to bite and mark while he pumped Axel full of his seed. It was an instinct he was fighting, because Sam didn’t get attached. Couldn’t get attached. Not to the sex god who was supposed to be off limits.
His leopard clawed to be released, to rub against Axel and scent mark him to warn others away.
Fuck.
Sam reached for his jeans, at the same time Axel did, both tugging them on quickly. “Well, this was –”
“Thank you for –”
Sam burst into laughter once more, the tension palpable as he reached for his ruined shirt. “This was nice.” –Nice?It was more than fucking nice!– “But I need to get back to the girls. You know, chicks before dicks.”
Axel blinked, brows knitting together as he pulled on his own shirt, now with randomly placed tears. “Yeah, okay. I should get away from temptation anyway.” He rubbed at his neck, and Sam wished it was his claws leaving scratches instead.
Please stop!
The drive almost overpowered his control to the point he could feel his claws prickle at his fingertips, ready to be released. “Temptation?” he echoed, voice dropping low.
Axel’s lips parted as their eyes locked, electricity a violent storm between them. “See you around, Samion.”
Sam waited a heartbeat as Axel unlocked the bathroom door, ignoring the woman who stood outside and scowled as he took a moment to himself.
“That definitely can’t happen again,” he muttered to the air, bending over the sink to splash cold water against his face. He had hoped it would dowse the hunger that twisted his stomach, desire wanting him to hunt Axel down and do that all again.
Sam had always been aware of their unnatural magnetism. It reminded him of the connections of a pack, a spiritual bond between two shifters.
But Axel wasn’t a shifter.
With a frown Sam closed his eyes, visualising the threads of life. Usually only strong dominants had the ability see the pack dynamic, and despite Sam being a registered loner, he did have a golden thread woven around his chest. He was alone as a shifter, but he wasn’t alone according to the magic that bonded shifters together as a group. He knew if Alice was in the same room, the golden thread would tangle around her too, connecting them on a spiritual level by magic neither of them understood. Sam guessed long ago it was a trauma response, the bond attaching itself to the first person he had ever loved, and despite them not being technically pack, the magic didn’t care. His spirit leopard didn’t care either.
As Sam opened his eyes he blinked at his fractured reflection, finding no other threads, which didn’t explain his constant awareness of Axel.
“I’m just being ridiculous,” he muttered, dragging a palm over his face. What he had to do was go back and dance, find someone else to take home just like he usually did. Except the idea left a bitter taste in his mouth.
A loud knock. “Hurry up in there, I need to go!”
Stepping back from the sink Sam searched for the needle, finding it behind the toilet, covered in grime as he carefully wrapped it in tissue. The vial had broken into relatively blunt shards when he had tackled Axel, so he pushed them with his boot into the corner for the clean-up crew later.
“Sorry,” he said as he pulled the door open, the woman who had waited for the bathroom relaxing a fraction at his apologetic smile. “All yours.” Carefully holding the hypodermic behind his back, he made his way towards an exit, stepping out into the cool, night air.
He couldn’t dispose of it inside where anyone could find it, so stepping down the side alley he found a large bin, breaking the needle from the base before tossing the remains in with the rest of the rubbish.
Sam closed the lid, his ears perking up as he heard a footstep directly behind. The hair on the back of his neck stood at attention as he turned, and something solid flashed in his vision.
