“Okay?” he grit out, shoulders straining with the effort of keeping still.
I nodded, grinning at him so he could see the full length of my fangs. “Fuck me.”
He flashed me a wicked, filthy smile in return, pulled his hips back, and then proceeded to fuck me in the slowest, dirtiest grind. Every thrust dragged his cock over that spot inside me that made me want to roar with how good it felt.
I clutched his back, claws scraping down his spine and making him hiss.
“Sorry.”
He shook his head, a bead of sweat running down the side of his face, eyes almost black as he looked down at me. “Don’t be. I like it.” His pace picked up, lean muscles straining with effort as he fucked into me again and again.
I clutched at him, claws scratching his back like before, and he let out a strangled groan. His hips bucked forward, slamming into me so hard I growled.
He dropped forward, resting on his forearms, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. The base of his throat was teasingly close that my fangs ached with the sudden urge to bite down.
In that moment I wanted to, more than anything, but I forced it back, settling for sucking a mark into his skin instead.
Fuck it.
He gasped as I gave in and set my teeth against him, just enough for him to feel them.
His whole body stilled.
“I wouldn’t,” I said when he pulled back enough to see my face.Never without your permission.
He kissed me, long and deep, forehead resting against mine as he whispered, “One day you can bite me like that.”
My cock throbbed between us, an ache blossomed so painfully desperate in the pit of my stomach, I whimpered. Magic twined around us, the subtle flavours of mine mixing with Axel’s and creating a beautiful push/pull that set my skin alight.
“Mark me instead.” He started to move again, and I groaned at both his words and the way his cock filled me up in a relentless rhythm.
I bit down, and he gasped, fucking me hard as he murmured, “I want everyone to see… that I’m yours.”
That was all it took.
I came with a muffled yell, face buried against his neck as my untouched cock pulsed between us.
Axel’s whole body shuddered as he clung to me, following me over the edge with a low moan that I felt in my bones before collapsing on top of me.
We lay there breathing heavily, a tangled mess of sweaty limbs, with my release coating both our stomachs. I grinned up at the ceiling; he’d smell like me now.
Easing him off and out of me, I gently rolled him onto his back so I could see it for myself.
More of it covered me than him, but I trailed a finger back and forth over his sticky abdomen, rubbing it into his skin with each pass.
“What are you doing?” Axel had an arm over his face so I couldn’t see his eyes, but he sounded amused.
“I’m rubbing my come into your belly so my scent will still be there even after you shower.”
He barked out a startled laugh. “I figured as much, but I expected you to laugh it off rather than openly admit your freakish shifter tendencies.”
Fuck. Maybe this is too much.
I stilled, taking my hand off him, but he grabbed my wrist and put it back. “It’s not too much,” he said softly. “I like that you want me enough to let everyone know it.”
“I do.” I splayed my hand over his stomach, resting it there. “I thought you said your magic came and went.”
“It does.” He lifted his arm and looked at me. “Why?”
