“Christ,” he swore, watching me with stormy eyes as I licked him from root to tip. I’d never done this before but I wanted nothing more in the world than to please him this way.
Moisture pooled between my legs as I relished the taste and feel of him. He was all velvety smoothness and coiled tension.
Suddenly, I was pulled up and practically thrown on the bed. “You keep doing that I’m gonna lose it, and I need to be inside you,” he explained as he sheathed himself with a condom. His large body came up over mine, his muscles tense and rippling as he moved. Then he was inside me with one fluid thrust. I bit back the cry threatening to break free as he moved with an urgency I’d never seen in him before. Every time with him had been a claiming of sorts but this was utterly primal. His body completely owned mine as his lips found every surface they could reach, his teeth raking across my flesh.
The temperature of my skin blazed with my impending orgasm and I was nearly afraid of what it would do to me.
“Let it go, baby,” he commanded, his hand reaching between our bodies, his fingers dancing over my clit. That was it. I reached desperately for a pillow, clamping it over my face as I let out an uncontrollable cry. He pulled it away almost immediately, looking down on me as his movements became more erratic before he groaned low and deep, collapsing on top of me.
I held him to me, wrapping my legs and arms around his big body as we both fought to catch our breath.
“Are you okay? Shit, I didn’t mean to be so rough,” he admonished himself as his fingers swept over my lip and down my arm.
“I’m fine,” I assured him, meaning it. “Are you okay?”
He pulled back from me, eyeing me warily. “Yeah, I just…needed you, I guess,” he admitted, his face twisting in a grimace.
“Is that bad?” I asked softly.
He shrugged. “Guess not, just new.”
“For me, too,” I nodded with a smile. “What happened?” I pressed, my hands sweeping through his thick hair.
“It doesn’t seem like your father ordered the kidnapping,” he shared, shaking his head. “It seems like Aron thought he’d discovered an easy payday by coming up with a scheme to deliver you to him. Pretty damn sure he planned to off Jeb once he got paid. Fucking idiots,” he grumbled.
Some of the tension I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding slowly released from my body.
His expression softened as he looked down at me. “You’re relieved,” he assessed.
I bit my lip. “Well, yeah,” I shrugged. “I mean, I know my father has less than stellar morals but even I didn’t think he’d sink so low as to kidnap me!” I exclaimed.
“I understand, darlin’. Believe me, I know something about holding out hope that you don’t come from total shit,” he muttered. “But this doesn’t mean he’s not a threat, darlin’.”
“I know,” I agreed quietly.
“He has some connection with the Black Riders. We still have to figure out if there’s another leak or if those fucks were all there was,” he told me, rising up off me and offering his hand. He pulled me up into his arms, kissing me soundly. “But the message has been delivered that you’re mine and that anyone who hurts you will fucking pay,” he told me, his countenance suddenly fierce.
I didn’t doubt that was true.
“Uh, guys?” I heard a tentative voice call from the hallway. “I’ve got a guy out here with a full diaper and an uncle who doesn’t know, or want to know how, to take care of it,” Ryker hollered.
I rolled my eyes at Axel and he chuckled. “Coming!” I called.
Chapter 12
“Goddammit, Sophie, block! Remember?” Axel demanded, frustrated as I struggled to focus. It would really help if he wasn’t only wearing black shorts and a grimace. I was totally distracted by his body and his proximity. Every time he came near, I just thought of ways to bring him closer rather than ways to push him back.
“Yeah,” I nodded, panting slightly with exertion.
We’d been at it awhile, practicing at the gym as we’d done for the past two weeks. They had a boxing room set apart from the gym itself, which allowed us privacy to train.
Ever since my kidnapping, I’d struggled with nightmares, with a fear of being helpless. So Axel was teaching me how to fight back. For the most part, it was helping – so long as I tried not to let my beautiful man distract me.
I’d long since ditched my tank top, and my pink sports bra was soaked through. If he was going to wear so little, why should I suffer from heat exhaustion?
“We gonna actually get through the floor work today?” he asked with a raised brow and a look of mischief in his light eyes.
We ended up in the equipment room closet more times than not.
