Now, I faced my metro friend and I felt, well, I felt like asking if his Mom knew where he was. He hadn't looked that young on the dance floor, but surely he couldn't have gotten in if he was under twenty-one. He ran a finger over my cheek and leaned in close. My heart picked up its pace. This could be fun. He had pretty, almost silver, eyes and his lips looked like soft, pink pillows, without the irritating stubble Axel sported. At the thought of Axel, my libido kicked back into gear. I closed my eyes and pressed my lips to metro-boy's lips. I really should have gotten his name.
It didn't matter, he kissed me back and I shoved him against the door to the stall, pressing my body into his, needing some full-body friction. His lips popped off mine and he gasped. He was really getting into this. I dropped my mouth to his neck and pressed soft kisses there. He tasted salty and warm and I had the urge to bite him. “Need. Air,” he gasped.
I looked up at him and realized I had pressed myself against him a little harder than I'd realized. I backed off and pulled my dress over my head, hoping he'd forget about me almost smothering him. His gaze dropped immediately to my breasts and his expression blanked. Breasts, they were nature's male mind eraser. He gripped my hips in both hands and pressed kisses along the edges of my bra, which was nice and all, but we were in a bathroom stall, there was toilet water just inches from my backside. It wasn't the place for slow love-making. It was the place for quick, meaningless fucks.
I unzipped his pants with one hand and untucked his shirt with the other. I slid one hand along the warm skin of his back, digging my nails in just a bit. With the other hand, I reached into his pants and grabbed his cock, which was a bit smaller than I was hoping for, if I'm completely honest. He groaned, but he must have choked on his spit or something, because the groan turned into this inhuman sort of whine. He stopped kissing me and grabbed my wrist. “Ow, fuck,” he said, or maybe he shouted. His face was red and I was getting the feeling this wasn't going the way I'd hoped. I released his cock and he cupped it in both hands like it was a tiny, injured animal. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he asked. Then he unlocked the stall door and ran out of there like he'd just heard there was a sale at his favorite boutique clothing store. I sighed, put my dress back on and marched, past a man pissing at a urinal, out of the men's room, head held high.
Axel stood, his back against the wall, across from the men's room door. It was a bit quieter in the hallway to the restrooms, so he didn't have to yell for me to hear him say, “You scared that poor boy.”
I shrugged. “He was a wimp.” I started back toward the dance floor to find fresh meat. Metro-boy's reaction wasn't about me, and I was going to prove it.
Axel grabbed my arm and pulled me against him, my back to his front. He held me tight in his strong arms and that libido that had disappeared with metro-boy erupted like Vesuvius. Axel walked us backward into a dark corner, away from the line of women waiting to use the bathroom. “It will be the same with every human until you learn control,” he said against my ear, his voice raspy. One of his hands slid down until it was resting over my crotch. I bit back a moan and fought the urge to rub myself against him like a cat. “They can't handle you, but I can.”
I really couldn't remember why I shouldn't give into him, especially when he pulled me tighter against him and I felt his hardness. “What are you saying?” I needed him to repeat himself because my brain had stopped working.
“I'm saying I want to take you home and fuck you. Do you want to keep striking out here, or do you want to let me relieve the ache throbbing inside you?”
I was absolutely not the only one throbbing. “Okay.”
He didn't give me a chance to change my mind. He pushed me away from his body, grabbed my hand, and pulled me back through the club to the street. Doubts started to creep in as we waited for the valet to bring around his car. They were full-fledged by the time I was buckled into the passenger seat and he was driving like a crazy man down busy streets.
“This doesn't mean we're a couple,” I said. I didn't hate Axel anymore, but I wasn't about to care for him when I was so dependent on him. He might not be able to overpower me, but he could still hurt me if I let him get too close. “We aren't even friends.”
“Agreed,” he said, way too easily. “Like I said, you aren't my type. We're just scratching an itch.” He kept his gaze focused on the road, his expression blank.
“Good.”
We rode in silence the rest of the way back to my apartment. Without him touching me, I shouldn't have still felt like I was going to burst into flame if I didn't get some relief of the sexual kind, but I did. I couldn't even blame it on the sugar, since that had worn off about the same time metro boy had run screaming from the bathroom stall.
Axel followed me up to my condo in silence. He didn't even touch me in the elevator. As soon as I'd unlocked the front door and let us inside, though, he was on me. He circled my neck with one hand and pulled me face-first against him. He kept his hand there, applying the lightest pressure, as he licked my lips, slowly, like he was tasting me, savoring me. I tried to get closer to him, but he held me back.
He pressed his lips to mine and I opened to him like I belonged to him, like I had no control over my body and he held the keys. He groaned into my mouth and I concentrated and pushed my body weight against his arm, until my whole body was pressed against his. I gave a little hop and wrapped one leg around his waist. He gripped my ass in both hands, holding me in that sweet spot where I could feel his hard cock against my center. I tried to grind against him, but he held me still. Not letting me move.
I bit his lip and he growled. “We're doing this my way,” he said, his voice dark and raspy like unsweetened chocolate.
I bit his lip again and he tensed, pulling me tighter against him. “I like to be in control,” I said.
He chuckled, a raspy rumble. “I guess we're going to have to fight for it.”
A thrill shot through me at the challenge, at the promise of a man who could match me in every way, who had seen my worst and wanted more. I tightened my legs around him, so I didn't have to use my arms to hold myself up, and went to work loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. He let me do it for a few moments, while he kissed me. I was so caught up in the kiss and undressing him, that I didn't realize he was walking, didn't realize he'd carried me into my bedroom, until he reached back, uncrossed my ankles and shoved me off him by my legs. I gasped, expecting to hit the floor, but I landed on the softness of my bed.
“I do anything you don't like, you ask me to stop and I will,” he said. “Until you say those words, all bets are off. You good with that?”
I licked my lips, mesmerized by the sight of him, his bare, well-muscled body peeking out from the parts of his shirt I'd unbuttoned, his pants unzipped. “I'm good with that.” I didn't recognize my own voice it was so husky.
He grinned a wicked, panty-melting grin. “We're going to have all kinds of fun.”
I grinned back, because I had a feeling I was about to have one of the best experiences of my life. I waited for Axel to finish undressing or to lay his body over mine, but he stalked to the armchair across the room and sat, his legs splayed wide. He pulled off his tie and slipped out of his shirt, exposing every inch of his beautiful torso to my hungry gaze. He leaned back in his seat, his erection straining against the material of his pants. “Dance for me.”
Now I am not a shy woman. I don't hide my naked body under the sheet when it's time to have sex, but I don't usually swing it and dance it all around the room, either. I opened my mouth to say no, but then I looked at Axel. He was eying every inch of me, taking me in, and it was very, very clear he liked what he was seeing. And I liked the way he was looking at me. I wanted to drive him crazy.
I asked my digital companion for some mood music and a sexy tune started playing. I shimmied over until I was standing just inches from him and then I slid my dress off. It was more a shimmy, stretch, pull, get the dress stuck over my face for a few seconds, y
ank, toss the dress on the ground than a slide, but I recovered quickly and got back to shaking my hips and running my hands over my body as Axel watched. If his smile was more amusement than turned-on heat, that was okay. I reached back and removed my bra and the amusement vanished as I ran my hands over my breasts.
I straddled his lap, shoving my breasts in his face, and his control snapped. He growled, gripped my hips, and lifted me with him. His expression was so fierce I expected him to rip my panties off and drive inside me, which I was one hundred percent in favor of, but he laid me gently down on the bed, slid off my panties, and dropped to his knees to worship at the altar of pussy.
I sighed with happiness as he spread me wide and started placing kisses along my inner thighs. I moaned with pleasure, completely turned on. Then I giggled. Then I full-out laughed.
Axel stopped and looked up at me. “Something funny?” he asked, his frown rather severe.
“Your stubble. It tickles.”
I expected things to get awkward then, but Axel smiled. He bent back down to my crotch and gently rubbed his stubble along my inner thigh. I tried to squirm away, laughing so hard I could barely breathe, but he had a tight grip on my legs and wouldn't let me escape. Just when I thought I was going to die of oxygen deprivation from laughing so hard, he licked me right in that spot that made my eyes roll back in my head and made my laughter turn to a moan of pleasure. He licked and he sucked and he fingered, somehow keeping his stubble out of it until I was screaming with pleasure and the neighbors were banging on the wall and shouting for me to shut the fuck up.
Axel didn't seem to care about the neighbors. He only gave me a moment's break before he went back to it and drove me over the edge again. Then he stood and took off his pants. My vision was a bit hazy with afterglow, but I could still see that the man had a package to match the rest of his large, hard, mouth-watering body. I grinned in anticipation. This was going to be so much fun.
He dropped down over me, thrusting his hips just enough that he rubbed my clit with his cock. I was so overly sensitive at that point that I bucked with aftershocks. “Please,” I said.
He produced a condom from thin air, opened it, and slid it on. I watched him, certain I was going to explode if he didn't get inside me immediately. He grinned like he knew how desperate I was and then he slid into me, slowly, filling me inch by pleasurable inch, until I was full. He began to thrust, pumping into me. I tried to close my eyes, to throw my head back in pleasure, but he gripped the sides of my face and kissed me, never breaking his rhythm.
“I want your eyes on me,” he said gripping my chin so hard it almost hurt. Almost hurt, but somehow also felt good. I'd never been into rough sex before, but maybe as a werewolf…
“I can't stand you,” I said, because this moment was way too intense and I was feeling way, way too vulnerable.
“I know,” he said, his smile widening. “I don't like you, either.” He spoke the words so softly, his expression so fond, that he could have been telling me he adored me. I ignored the pain in my chest, the burning in my eyes, and took his words at face value.
“You know what, let's have less talking and more pumping.”
He got down to it and sent me over the edge twice more before he found his own release, his eyes open and on mine the entire time, his body moving in a sinuous rhythm I knew I'd crave for the rest of my life.
He got cleaned up and climbed back into bed. He laid on his side and yanked me against him.
“I don't think sleeping together is a good idea,” I said. “We aren't even friends.”
“I just need to have you close, because I'm going to wake up in an hour and want to do that all over again.” He tightened his grip on me and pressed a hot kiss to my neck. “Unless you aren't interested?”
“I guess that would be okay,” I said. “Just don't get too comfortable, this isn't going to become a regular thing.”
“Of course not.” He snuggled in against me. He didn't complain about my wild curls in his face, he just got comfortable and fell asleep in record time. I was extremely uncomfortable and, when he woke up, I was going to tell him this wouldn't work. From now on he was going to sleep on the couch or in his own bed. I'd tell him as soon as he woke up, because it would be rude to wake him and I was not opposed to more sex. And that's all it was, so-so sex. Okay, fine, it was some damn good sex, possibly the best sex I'd ever had, but that had nothing to do with him. It was probably the wolf hormones or something.
I fell asleep mentally chanting to myself that he was a temporary part of my life and I didn't like him. Not even a little bit.
CHAPTER FIVE
“Come on, princess. Rise and shine.” Axel slapped my bare ass. Hard. I screeched, rolled over, and glared at him. He grinned back. “We should get on the road.”
I groaned. “I hate you.”
His grin widened. “I hate you, too.”
I rubbed my eyes and sat up in bed, the sheet pooling around my waist. “What happened to middle of the night sex?”
He shrugged. “Guess you slept through it. We should get packing, though, if we're going to get back to Mule Creek before dark.”
A wave of sadness washed over me. I'd been doing a decent job not thinking about leaving LA forever, about the end of my career, but Axel was all chipper and happy, and it was beyond obnoxious. “What's the rush?”
He glanced over my shoulder at the wall, avoiding my eyes, a sure sign he was about to feed me a bullshit line and one more reason I couldn't trust or get too close to him. Not that I wanted to, anyway. “Why stay here?” he asked. “There's nothing left here for you.” He turned away from me as he said the words, nonchalant. It wasn't his life being trashed.
I jumped out of bed, naked, and shoved him. He flew through the open bedroom doorway and landed face-down on the hallway floor. I looked at my hand. It didn't look any different, but wow…Just wow. I mean I knew I could punch through a tree, but I'd been putting all my strength into it. Had I gotten stronger over night?
While I was contemplating that, Axel charged back through the doorway and tackled me to the bed. He straddled my hips and pinned my wrists over my head, both in one of his obnoxiously large hands. “What the hell was that for?”
He had the start of a knot swelling on his forehead and I felt a teensy bit bad. I hadn't wanted to hurt him. “You were being bossy.”
“I was being rational,” he said. “I know it's not a concept you're familiar with.”
“Fuck you. Forgive me if I'm a tiny bit emotional about leaving the city I love, the career I adore, and my very best friend to go live in the middle of fucking nowhere with a bossy, insensitive, asshole alpha.”
He bent his head and licked my cheek. He licked one side and then the other, licking away my tears.
“That is disgusting,” I said. “You are disgusting.” I was lying through my teeth. There was something incredibly sweet about the gesture, in a bizarre wolfy way that I apparently now liked, but I'd be damned if I admitted it to him.
He leaned back and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his hard body and tanned skin. He dropped back down and pressed his bare chest to my bare chest. It was comforting and I hated it. “If you need more time to tie up loose ends and say goodbye, we can take an extra day, but I really do need to get back to the pack.”
There was nothing I needed to do. Shelly was the only one who even knew I was back in LA. My coaches didn't expect me to return to my fighting career. No one would miss me, and that made me even sadder. Axel wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight, like he could sense my sadness. It felt good. It felt better than just about anything I'd ever felt before. Possibly better than sex. I had to make it stop, had to remind Axel there was nothing between us.
I lifted my head and nipped his bottom lip. He glared at me, like he knew what I was up to, but when I kissed him, he kissed me back. When I pushed at him, he lifted his body and let me take off his pants. When I slid down the bed, took him in my mouth, and swi
rled my tongue around his shaft, he didn't stop me. He held himself up over me and stayed perfectly still, letting me take the lead. He was not silent, though, and the sounds he made, deep groans and growls, turned me on as much as what I was doing to him. It was so sexy to hear and feel him losing control. And then he did lose control thrusting a bit as he climaxed. I crawled back up his body and grinned at him, feeling quite proud of myself.
He was panting, his arms shaking as he held himself up, but he recovered quickly. He slid down my body and returned the favor in such a complete way that he was ready to go again by the time I'd gone over the edge. He slid into me and it felt so good, so right, I almost pushed him away just out of habit. I'd started this sexapade to escape intimacy, but I somehow felt closer to him instead.
He paused, sensing my discomfort and it hurt, it physically hurt, to consider not finishing what we'd started. It was too late, I was hooked on him. “Don't you dare stop.”
He didn't move. He studied my face and…Was he sniffing the air? He bent and kissed me until I forgot what I'd been so worried about and only then did he move inside me again. He brought me to climax, but he pulled out before he reached his own release. I thought something was wrong, but he put his hands on my hips and urged me to flip over. I was up for anything at that point, so I rolled over onto all fours. This time, he entered me fast and hard and he hit that magic spot that sent pleasure coursing through me. I pushed back against him as he pounded into me, and it felt so good I thought I was going to go blind from pleasure.
He roared as he reached his climax and the sound, the knowledge of his pleasure, sent me flying over the edge again. I dropped flat to the mattress and he dropped down next to me.
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