21
Angel
After a long bath, a few hours of shopping therapy, and some bonding time with Nancy and her kids, Angel felt more like herself again. She and Nancy had more in common than Angel had anticipated. They attended the same college, loved some of the same nonfiction authors, adored shoe shopping, and were both into country music. Nancy was so easy to talk to, and their time out shopping easily felt like being out with one of the girls.
They had been back home for less than an hour when the men returned. Axe followed Kade right into his office to get on a conference call with Axe’s friend, Vincent. Apparently he had a secure phone, and could get a message to Axe’s bear shifter President, Silas Corrigan. Kade popped his head out to ask Nancy to order pizza, which was convenient, because Nancy had already ordered enough pizza to feed an army.
Axe did pass by the kitchen on the way to the powder room at one point, catching her gaze long enough to make her core clench. She had no question that they both had it bad for each other, and only wondered whether she had enough resistance to make him work for it next time they had any privacy. Nancy’s house was hardly the time or place, as the kids raced around the house and had no issue walking into closed doors at every opportunity.
In time, the men emerged from their meeting. Nancy and Kade excused themselves to take the kids to bed. Angel was sure she’d heard Nancy set up Axe in the main floor bedroom next to Kade’s office, which was fine with her. The guest room arrangement gave her more room to stretch out and forget about sleeping with one eye open in a cramped, bullet-ridden truck the night before.
Getting up from the kitchen table, she got started on neatening up. Angel filled up the dishwasher, wiped down the counters, and got the kitchen back to how they had met it earlier. She was sure that Nancy didn’t need to feel like a bed and breakfast host on top of raising two kids, doting on her husband, getting ready for kid number three, plus this unexpected reunion with Axe, and all the panther, bear shifter, and Italian mob drama.
Angel rinsed out the last of the plates at the sink before throwing them into the dishwasher, thinking about where Nancy might have a broom around, when Axe stepped up behind her. It was more like she sensed him before she felt him. He hadn’t made a sound either. That heat radiating off his chest and down the front of his body was what gave him away, drawing her in. Angel fumbled to grip the edge of the sink until she couldn’t feel her palms. She swayed backward just a few inches, and her head made contact with his solid chest. All she saw was Axe put down a half-filled beer bottle on the counter to her right, and then both his hands laced around her waist, pulling the rest of her body in close. She found the dishcloth to dry her hands, and a second later, they reached up and back, burying into Axe’s hair. Whatever she had been thinking about a night alone with a bed all to herself, well, that was no longer what she wanted. God, she could get used to him roaming all over her skin.
The moan she let out just then betrayed her thoughts, and probably steeled up Axe’s resolve, among other things. His hands wandered down to her hips, and his lips lowered to her ear. His breath lingered along the nape of her neck and the side of her cheek. Goosebumps slid across her flesh with the closeness of his touch. As if to help her along, he tugged her hips backward until his erection pressed hard against her lower back.
“I missed you today,” she heard herself admit before even thinking of saying something so weak.
He moaned in her ear and slid a hand forward until it was dangerously close to her lady bits. Definitely close enough to have wicked heat pooling between her legs, and possibly scorching her brand new lacy panties. Thank God she bought half a dozen of them. Axe stretched forward and shut off the water.
“My room. Now,” he rumbled in her ear.
Axe took her hand and led her out of the kitchen, down the back hallway and into his guest room.
“You’re staying in here with me,” he announced.
“I don’t know if your sister would like that.”
“It’s not her call.” His hands slipped up to the side of her face, and tilted her head up. “You’re not leaving this room for the rest of the night.”
“We’ve got some chemistry going on, but you don’t own me.” She tried to pull away, but his hands moved down to her shoulders, fixing her in the spot. He was so strong, and standing so close, her body was weak with need. “Let me go,” she told him halfheartedly. “If anyone’s calling the shots in the bedroom, it’s me.”
“You didn’t get the memo did you?” he asked.
“What are you talking about?”
“Your days as a dominant are done,” he informed her, leaning in close again. “Do you want to know why?”
He was standing too close again, affecting her ability to think, or even breathe.
“No,” she said in a faint exhale.
“I’m telling you anyway. You. Are. Not. A. Mistress.”
“I am,” she breathed out.
“You’re not. That’s not who you really are. And before this night ends, I’ll make sure you agree with me. Now, get on that bed, and don’t move an inch unless I tell you to.”
When she didn’t move from her spot, Axe turned her around and backed her up until her calves hit the mattress. She lifted her head to look up at him. She was trying to be angry, but Christ, the way he spoke to her had her soaking wet with need. She didn’t even know why, but she took a seat on the side of the bed.
“Good.”
“Why are you being this way all of a sudden?”
He sat beside her and studied her face. “Because deep down, this is what you want.”
Angel rolled her eyes at the cocky, arrogant, sexy man. She wanted to find that voice of authority inside of her and protest, or get angry and demanding, but she could barely speak.
“I’ll be right back,” he said coolly, getting to his feet.
Angel gripped on to his arm before he could stand. Axe reached over and pulled her into his lap as if she were light as paper. He ran his hand through her hair, leaving her weak and off balance as he grazed the back of his hand along her neck, and across her collarbone. She held her breath, stomach drawn in tight from the tingles along her skin. He moved his hand down and lightly brushed over her breast, sending another wave of heat through her body.
“Just say it,” Axe stated in a low, raspy growl. “You don’t have to belt out orders anymore…not with me.”
“I’ll stay.” Angel didn’t recognize that timid, vulnerable voice.
Axe let his hand drift down her body, stopping at her mound. “You couldn’t stay away if you tried. You should know that by now. I hope you understand that tonight, I will do anything I want with you. No limits. Tonight, I own you. And tomorrow, you can tell me whether or not you want to go back to being Mistress Angel.”
With Axe’s hands stroking her tender breasts and massaging her mound, her brain could hardly process a thing. Still, she did her best to weigh whether one night with Axe holding the reins could be such a horrible thing.
“Okay,” she uttered, biting back the groan of pleasure his hands instigated.
He pulled his hands away, and she was so tempted to grab them and place them right back on her body. “Okay is not the word I want to hear. Let’s try ‘Yes, Axe’, or ‘please, Axe’, and when I’m buried deep inside of you, ‘oh my fucking God, Axe’. Are we clear?”
Jesus, he was really going to make her pay, wasn’t he?
“Yes, Axe,” she repeated, certain he was doing this to make a point.
“Fine. I want you completely naked. I’ll be back.” He slid her off his lap and started toward the door with a wicked, sexy grin on his smug face.
Yes, he got his point across, all right.
22
Angel
Axe slid into bed smelling like vanilla and something irresistibly musky. He’d probably just stepped out of the shower. He pressed his naked skin against her back and gripped her tight around the waist. She was trying to have a l
ittle self-restraint, but at the moment, her body betrayed her. Her back pressed against the sizzling heat of his ripped, muscular torso, and dammit, her hips rolled for more contact with his throbbing cock on her lower back.
“This is all mine, sweet thing,” he whispered into her ear, pushing her hair to the side. He bit down on the sensitive skin behind her ear, not enough to draw blood, but enough to make her gasp from the sensation of pleasure and pain.
He ran a heavy hand down her stomach and came to rest on her upper thigh, seeming to intentionally avoid the one spot where she needed his touch. Exasperated, she started to wonder whether a night of submission was a good idea at all. She was already frustrated and nervous and vulnerable, and way too aroused to have any sort of control. Which she guessed was exactly the way he wanted it. The worst part was that the only thing she could think of doing right now was tasting every inch of his skin.
“You’re so tense,” he growled out.
“That’s only because—”
“Shhhh,” he whispered, cutting her off. “You don’t get to speak unless I tell you to. If you misbehave, I’ll have to punish you. Are you going to misbehave, Angel?”
She was tempted to ask him if that was a trick question. What kind of punishment could he possibly exact on her body that she hadn’t already dreamed up?
“Answer me,” he ordered.
“Yes, Axe,” she whimpered, then realized that was not what she had meant to say. “I mean no, Axe. No, I won’t misbehave.”
“I don’t know if I believe you, but we’ll see.”
Axe grabbed her by the arm, and with a tug, he turned her to face him. It was not painful, but he probably didn’t realize how strong he was. Or maybe he did. Either way, it got her attention. Weaving his fingers into her hair, he leaned and covered his mouth over hers for a rough scorcher of a soul-shaking kiss. He parted her lips, seeking out her tongue, clashing their teeth together as he explored her mouth. She heard herself groan out his name, and her body moved on its own. One of her legs had already slid up around his hips so her aching core could get some relief from his throbbing manhood.
Axe pulled from the kiss and glanced down at her leg, smiling. “You want to touch it, don’t you? And I’m betting you want to taste it too,” he said smugly.
She looked up at him. What point was there in lying? “Yes Axe,” she admitted, licking her lips.
“I know.”
He moved his hand over her bare breasts, groaning as his rough fingers circled the nipples and cupped her flesh. Her eyes closed on their own, but really, she wanted to slide down his body and finally get an up close and personal look—and taste—of what he was packing. Axe let go of her breasts and gripped her hair again, tipping her head up, searching her eyes. He rolled on his back and his thick, enormous cock sprang up. Her eyes went wide. How in the hell did that get inside of her?
“Go ahead, Angel. Touch it. Taste it. Do anything with your hands and your sexy, filthy little mouth, until I’m ready to bury it inside you.”
“Yes, Axe,” she said.
Getting on her knees between Axe’s legs, she studied it for a moment. No way was she walking straight tomorrow. She wrapped one hand around the shaft, and lowered her head licking the tip for a second. The groan he made seemed to echo from deep in his chest.
“Fuck,” he growled out, lifting his head to look down at her face.
Angel relaxed her jaw to take more of him in her mouth and without breaking from his gaze, lifted up and licked her way down and up the back of his thick, rock hard length.
“Yes,” he groaned, eyes darkening.
She swirled her tongue around the tip, taking more of his shaft in her mouth, all the while with her legs clenched together. Axe growled as she lowered down his length to deliver longer strokes. His hips began to buck, and his hand reached up to the back of her head, driving more of his thick tip down her throat. He let out a raspy groan, legs already shaking, but stopped her right there and dragged her up his body.
Without a word, he pressed a condom into her hand, eyes dark with lust.
Angel swallowed hard, already drenched and aching with anticipation. Ripping open the XXL condom wrapper, she took her time to roll it down his length. Axe sat up and gripped her waist, pulling her on top of him. He parted her legs so she was straddling him. One hand roamed back to her ass and the other inched up to cup her breasts.
“This is all mine,” he growled.
Letting out a shaky breath, Angel pressed her eyes shut and lifted her hips. She took him in her hand, positioning herself. She groaned as he began to stroke her sensitive bud. Her hips rocked into his fingers, neck arching up as he flicked the tender, throbbing spot.
“I know how much you want this, Angel,” he said, eyes full of intensity. “But I need to taste you again.”
With what seemed like no effort at all, he flipped her over on the bed and spread her legs, completely ignoring her pleas for him to take her right this second. Axe moved down the bed, slowly parting her thighs wider. Grabbing a pillow, he lifted her hips and slid it underneath. For a moment, he just sat like that. His eyes fixed on her face first, then slowly grazed down her body.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groaned. “And you know what? You’re going pay for this when you can’t walk straight tomorrow.”
Caressing her inner thigh, he ducked his head down and kissed a trail up to one hip. She was already writhing from his promise of making her pay, so his lips on her skin only served to ramp up her need. As his mouth lowered onto her cleft, he reached his hands up and cupped each breast. He licked along her folds and circled her nipples at the same pace, causing her hips to drift up off the bed for more.
Axe moved his hands back to her thighs, parting them wide as he drove his tongue past her folds. She was wet, and shaking, and close to the edge when Axe seemed to lose all control. With one smooth movement, he lifted his head, dragged her down the bed, and wrapped her legs around his waist. His cock surged at her opening, easing up her tightness, inch by inch, until he was deep inside of her. He gripped her ass cheeks, settling himself as her core adjusted to his thick width. Making a slight motion with his hips, he pushed in deeper, and at the same time, he moved a hand over her throbbing cleft. He flicked it a few times, and her legs started to shake, her stomach seized and her body ignited, catapulting her to an orgasm that had her seeing stars.
“Yes. Come for me, Angel,” he moaned.
He did not stop even for a second, and that little rolling of his hips kept the waves of an ever-intensifying peak rolling through her body. Close to crying from pure sensory overload, her body bucked as she lost herself, surrendering to the exhaustion. Axe picked up the pace then, sliding his massive rock hardness out of her a little more each time, and sinking into her, driving her mind out of her body.
He drove deeply inside her, one sharp thrust after the other, seeming to lose control. He grasped her hips and pulled back, all the way to the tip, and with a groan, he buried himself inside of her again. The sensory overload blew her mind each and every time, sending shockwaves from her core to every part of her body. Each movement hit deeper inside her and made him a little more erratic, and in one or two or twenty more strokes, he growled out a wild groan.
His body tensed through his release as her channel tightened with a climax that seemed to start from deep in her womb and took her over the edge with him. Axe rocked back and forth some more, and slowly his body calmed. Resting on top of her, he panted for air, cradling her body tight underneath him. After a few minutes, he pulled out of her, taking her into his arms as he stretched his legs out.
Axe’s burner phone went off on the table and she nearly jumped up through the roof. He groaned and picked it up, checking the number.
“Fuck. I need to take this call,” he grumbled, moving out from under her to sit up. “What?” he answered gruffly, giving one-word answers throughout the call. He hung up. “Sorry, doll. We’ve got business,” he announced, making h
is way to his clothes on the armchair near the window.
Angel pulled the covers over her, staring at him as he removed the condom and got dressed. She had no words.
“I won’t be long,” he said, kissing her forehead before he walked out the door.
She stretched out on the bed and closed her eyes.
Axe had just confirmed it.
He was her pattern.
23
Axe
Axe woke up to Nancy’s enthusiastic knocking on his guest room door. He opened one eye and checked the time on the clock. Six-fifteen in the morning. Fuck, was this the time people in the burbs got out of bed?
“Alexander,” Nancy called through the closed door. “We have to get going. Kade says the two of you need the afternoon to get some things done.”
“Coming,” he groaned. “Give me ten minutes.”
Rolling to Angel’s side, he pressed a kiss on her forehead and got moving. He was showered, dressed and in the hallway in eight, just in time to see Nancy take the stairs down to the main floor, dressed as though they were about to join an executive board meeting.
“Morning,” he greeted her from the top of the stairs. “What’s with the power suit?”
Nancy looked down her body. “Oh, this old thing?”
Axe grinned as he took the stairs. “It’ll be an old thing when we’re done sorting through a gazillion boxes and pieces of furniture. Seriously, throw on some jeans and a t-shirt. Oh, and grab some work gloves for that manicure you just got.”
“Oh no. We’re not organizing a gazillion boxes today,” she said, pointing her finger back and forth between them as he made it to the bottom of the stairs. “You’re organizing a gazillion boxes today. Do you want to know why?”
Axe folded his arms across his chest. “Let me guess. Does it have anything to do with the fact that you just got your nails done?”
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