Page 73 of All's Fair in Love & Wrath

“Baby girl . . .” he growls. He climbs off his bike, snatching his shirt up from the ground and tucking it under my knees. The gesture is so damn sweet. “You want to suck my cock? Is that what you want?”

“Put it in my mouth, Axel. I want to make you feel good.”

“Baby, I feel good just taking care of you. Don’t feel like you have to do anything?—”

“I want to suck your dick, Axel. Are you going to let me?”

Axel growls. “Suck it then, baby girl. Make me come.” He steps into my space, spreading his legs and feeding his big dick into my mouth. My lips stretch around his girthy length, swirlingmy tongue around the engorged head. I lap up his precum, the salty flavor bursting on my taste buds. When my tongue trails over the underside of his head along the thick vein there, he moans, hips stuttering. So I do it again. His hands thread into my hair, holding me in place, his hips starting to take over the tempo.

“Relax your throat, trust me, I’ve got you. Tap my leg if it’s too much or if you want to stop.” I moan around him, taking a deep breath through my nose and relaxing every bit of my body. I give it all up to him. Willingly. Consensually. Desperately.

Axel starts to piston in and out of my mouth, going a little deeper each time. I’m aware of his piercings, doing everything I can to let him set the pace, relaxing my jaw so I don’t accidentally snag one. When I look up at him, he’s wearing an expression I’ve never seen before. It’s not the reverence and awe that he usually gives me, it’s unbridled passion and desire, unhinged and unfiltered. It gives me such a heady dose of confidence that I never want it to end. He looks completely gone, taken to somewhere euphoric and untouchable, all because of the feeling I’m pulling from him.

Axel is right, it’s power. It feels so fucking good.

“Baby girl, your mouth is too good. So fucking good. I’m gonna come. You want it?” I moan around him, gripping onto his thighs, giving him my answer and not pulling back, wanting to let him come inside my mouth. “Fuck, swallow it down, Sienna,” he moans, deep and sexy, his legs trembling under my touch. His cock jerks in my mouth, filling it with ropes of salty cum, and I swallow it down, savoring every bit as it comes. “That’s it, don’t spill a drop.”

As soon as he’s spent, he pulls from my mouth, not bothering to put himself away before he’s hauling me into his arms, his lips crashing against mine. We stand like that for minutes,maybe more, night wrapped around us, not a care in the world. I could stay like this forever and be perfect.

“Fuck, Sienna. I’m obsessed with you,” he whispers against my lips, his fist squeezing a handful of hair against my head. “You’re like a drug, and I’m an addict. I can’t get enough.”

Same, Axel. Same.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

AXEL

The next few days pass in a blur of spending time with Sienna and losing my fucking mind over when we’ll hear from Saint to move in on Cain. It’s been five days since his last update, and there’s something brewing just below the surface that doesn’t feel right to me. I’ve learned to live with threats constantly looming at our door, especially the last two years, but this is different. The pattern has changed over the last week, and the silence has gotten under my skin like a virus. Every instinct in me is telling me to brace for impact, and with Sienna as the catalyst, I’m not willing to make any mistakes.

I’ve never been good at waiting, so when I don’t hear from Saint this morning, I decide to take matters into my own hands. Sienna rests curled into my side, and I force myself to breathe slowly and steadily enough that she doesn’t feel the violence humming right under my skin. Something is right on the horizon, circling us. I can feel it.

If I’ve learned anything since becoming a Hell’s Heathen, it’s that you don’t survive by ignoring instinct. Mine has keptme alive through fights, ambushes, rival clubs attacking our home, accidents, and a particularly rough run-in with Malice and a knife. Instinct is sacred. And mine keeps whispering the same thing over and over.

Protect what’s ours.

My hand drifts down her bare thigh that’s currently draped over my pelvis, soaking in the soft feel of her body next to mine. My lips find her hairline, pressing a firm kiss to the spot, breathing in a deep inhale of her scent. The jasmine is faint this morning; she smells all me instead. And I’m obsessed with it.

Waking up every morning with her like this has made me realize how much I’d give up in order to keep it. It’s no longer just about retribution for Rolo’s death or giving Sienna the freedom she deserves. It’s about not losing the one goddamn thing that’s reminded me that Axel James exists behind Wrath.

Men like Cain will pillage and destroy at all costs to get what they want, but they don’t have anything worth protecting and fighting for. I have it all. My club. My brothers. Myself. And most importantly, Sienna.

I’ve always considered myself a decent man. I use my head, I’m calm and collected, I use restraint when absolutely necessary, but there’s nothing decent about the desire for vengeance I’m feeling right now. Every fiber of my being, down to the marrow of my bones, is telling me that our time is up, and it’s either hunt or be hunted.

I’ve never been prey, and I’m not going to start now.

Reaching over to my end table, I grab my phone, pulling up my text thread with Otto.

Me: Need some help tracking down anyone close to Cain, any of his ranking members, someone who has access to him that isn’t a grunt

Otto: Sure thing, boss

Otto: What are we gonna do with him once we find him?

Me: Pick him up and bring him in

Otto: Can I come?

Me: Did you enroll in classes yet?