Page 12 of Hunting for Redemption

“Umm, yeah,” is all I can find to say.

“You’re okay, Jeff. We’ve got you. Okay?”

A noise leaves my lips, something between relief and a sob. It gets stuck in my throat. “Are you?” Upset? Disgusted? Ready to come put me down?

“It doesn’t matter,” Cooper says, his voice leaving no room for argument. “And even if we were upset, you shouldn’t care. All that matters is that you’re safe. Are you still you?”

I take a moment to answer, really feeling searching within myself. I’m still Jeff. I’m still a hunter. I still love my team. I still want to do my best to do good. “Yes.”

“Exactly. Hold onto that, Jeff.”

I stare at Axel’s tablecloth for a long moment. Finally, I find the words I’m looking for. “Thank you.”

“You’ve no reason to thank me. You’d do the same if this was reversed.”

I shake my head even though I know Cooper can’t see it. “But still. Thank you.”

Instead of adding more, Cooper pivots topics back to the matters at hand. “I’ll have that package on your doorstep by the end of the night. Do you need anything else? Clothes? Weapons?”

“Some of my own clothes would be nice.” I guess, I add in my head. My fingers play with the front of Axel’s hoodies. Sure, my own clothes would be comfortable but Axel’s feel so much better and smell so good.

Why does his scent make me feel so at home?

“You got it, boss. Now hunker down and take care of yourself, alright? We’ve got the rest covered.”

Once the call is over, I stand up. All of the adrenaline of making that call comes crashing down and I find myself wanting to go for a run. Or shoot something. Or do a thousand push-ups. Or drink an entire deer dry.

Wait. Fuck. No. Not that one.

I shake out my hands, getting them to stop shaking as I step out of Axel’s kitchen towards his bedroom. I’m not sure what compels me to find my way into his bed once again. Maybe it's the fact that it smells so much like him here, or maybe it’s just the idea of laying down and sleeping this adrenaline haze off. Either way, I find myself face planting into Axel’s bed.

That was a mistake.

The moment my face hits his pillow, I’m lost. His scent surrounds me, setting something buried deep inside of me ablaze. One moment, I’m thinking of taking a nap and the next, I’m rock hard in my sweatpants, just barely keeping myself from humping Axel’s sheets.

Gods, what’s coming over me?

I flip over onto my back, staring down at my erection which is tenting the front of my pants. I close my eyes, listening for any signs of Axel’s return. When I come up empty, I throw the final shreds of my self-control right out the window.

My body is burning with lust so bright I’m not sure anything will be able to put it out until I’ve found some form of relief. Fuck. Why is my body reacting like this? Why do I crave Axel so fucking badly? Is this part of becoming a vampire or is this something else entirely?

I run my hand down my chest towards my cock. The breath I don’t even need to survive stutters in my chest. Fuck. Everything feels so good, so overwhelming. Like a fan stirring the flames, my lust is only growing hotter.

The moment I wrap my hand around my aching cock through my sweats, I know there’s no turning back. There’s no way I could pull myself away from the edge. It’s too late, I’m already gone.

“Fuck,” I gasp out, throwing caution to the wind and instead, pushing my hand into my pants in order to stroke myself properly. “Fuck, yes.”

The only thing that would make this better is if Axel was here with me.

I shouldn’t be thinking about him like this. I shouldn’t be touching myself in his bed, while wearing his clothes. But I can’t seem to stop myself now that I’ve started. I’ve opened the door a crack and now the floodgates of feelings are rushing towards me and I have nowhere to run.

Precum makes the slide easy as I stroke my cock, tightening my fist around the head. So many things about myself have changed in such a short period of time but I’m happy to report that this seems to still be the same.

I tuck my nose into Axel’s hoodie and close my eyes, letting his scent wash over me. This feels so wrong and yet, there’s something about it being wrong that seems to make it even hotter. I’m going to mark his sheets with my cum.

A growl rips through my chest without my permission at the idea of marking Axel’s bed in my scent. Fuck. Some animalistic part of me needs it more than I need anything else. I want him covered in my cum, in my bites, in my marks. I want my team to show up and see him completely claimed by me.

Where are these thoughts coming from? And why don’t I want to push them aside?

“Fuck! Axel!”

My stomach swoops as his name leaves my lips. Would he like that? Would he beg for my fangs?

My hand moves even faster as I chase my pleasure. It only takes the picture of my fangs plunging into Axel’s pale skin to have my orgasm rushing through me. My back bows off the bed as I’m overcome with pleasure. Cum covers the inside of Axel’s sweats and that only seems to drive my pleasure higher, knowing his clothes will smell like me now. Like us.

As I lay there panting for breath I don’t need, my ears pick up a sound.

I completely freeze, looking over at the entrance of Axel’s room to find the vampire of my fantasies there. His eyes are wide as he stares at me.

I let out a long sigh and cover my face with my hands. “Fuck.”

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