“Yes.”
I glanced up to see Axel propped up on his elbows, expression fierce as his gaze met mine. “I want that. Only you.”
He heard my thoughts. I still wasn’t used to it, but I loved the way there was no room for doubt when he could literally hear it for himself. I hummed in agreement, satisfaction filling me up inside, and went back to giving him the same treatment as he’d given me.
Axel cried out, back arching off the bed as I gripped his thighs and worshipped his cock. For long minutes, the room was filled with nothing but Axel’s needy moans and the wet slide of my mouth up and down his length.
It was overwhelming, the taste of him on my tongue, his scent surrounding me wrapped up in a haze of arousal so thick I wanted to throw my head back and howl, because I did that.
His head thrust back into the pillow, fingers gripping my hair so tight it hurt, the pain adding an edge to the pleasure coursing through me.
“I’m going to come… if you don’t…” He let out a string of curses as I abruptly pulled off him and knelt between his legs.
I looked down at him.
Sweat clung to his skin, his hair a riotous mess, and his eyes wild as he stared back at me.
He’d never looked morefae.
Or more beautiful.
I’d thought I wanted to fuck him, to have him underneath me as I held him tight and showed him what he meant to me. But in that moment, I changed my mind.
The way to show Axel that he could truly trust me was to let him take control of this; he’d been denied it for so long in other parts of his life. And a part of me still needed the confirmation that he wanted this as I much as I did.
I ran my hands up his thighs, claws out, grinning as he shivered under my touch. “Fuck me,” I breathed.
His eyes widened in surprise. “You sure?”
I nodded, and that got him moving.
He stretched to reach the bedside table, grabbing something from the top drawer, and I recognised the bottle in his hand.
“Just on you,” I said, nodding at it.
I wanted to take it off him and slick him up, but my claws were still out, and I liked the way they left marks in his skin. Besides, watching Axel stroke himself was possibly the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
His lips parted, eyes going heavy-lidded as he took his time. Every hitched breath stoked the fire building inside me, my blood hot like lava as my heart beat a frantic rhythm, the anticipation almost too much.
“On your back,” Axel ordered, voice rougher than I’d ever heard before. “I want to see your face when I slide inside you for the first time.”
Goddess, help me. He was going to kill me.
I moved so quickly, the headboard banged against the wall.
Axel sat up and crawled between my legs.
Despite what I’d said, slick fingers found my hole, rubbing back and forth before two of them slipped inside as he dipped down to lick the head of my cock.
“Fuck.”
I fisted the sheets, the sound of fabric tearing a distant soundtrack to the moans Axel coaxed out of me before he sat up and spread my thighs wide enough for him to settle between. I pushed up onto my elbows as his cock brushed against me, wanting to watch as he slid inside.
I found myself watching his face instead. Bottom lip caught between his teeth, brow creased in concentration.
I never thought I’d get to have this, to be with him again and feel his sweat-slicked body cover mine as he entered me in one long, exquisite thrust.
The sharp sting stole my breath, the burn of him stretching me open hurt in the best of ways, and I growled, low and rough, fangs lengthening as I let that primal part of me rise to the surface.
