Page 58 of Scarred Savages
The ultimate cuddle monster.
Beneath the surface, I can sense the tension in his muscles, ready to spring into action if needed. At least he’s not clutching that hatched of his like some deranged blanky.
My heart races, a frantic drumbeat in my chest; I’ve never shared a bed with a male before.
Snuggling… if that’s what this is.
I swallow down a low, contented whine from my wolf.
She’s happy, but I, on the other hand, am stressing the fuck out.
“Chill, Luna, it’s just a cuddle session with extra restraints,” I murmur, attempting to quell the flutter of nerves.
Totally fine.
I’m not panicking.
Nope.
Panic is for those who can’t handle a little unexpected spooning mixed with the thrill of potential danger.
“Shh,” his husky voice murmurs in my ear as he tightens his choke hold.
“Can’t breathe,” I wheeze.
He loosens his hold slightly but doesn’t release me. His warm breath tickles my neck as he nuzzles closer.
“But you’re so comfy, Wildcat,” he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep, sending vibrations through my body that have no business being as thrilling as they are. “Sleep well?” he rumbles.
“Hard to tell when half of your body no longer has any blood circulation.”
He chuckles, a low sound that vibrates against me.
“Personal space, ever heard of it?”
“Nope.”
But I don’t shove him away. Instead, I’m hyper-aware of where his hands are starting to roam. My heart thumps wildly, not entirely from fear. This is uncharted territory for me; the whole male-in-my-bed thing.
I bite my lower lip, melting into his touch.
Axel’s hand sneaks lower, and I’m not sure if I want to purr or bite him.
“You’re handsy this morning,” I say, but I don’t even try to squirm away.
“Morning is the best time for handsy,” he rumbles. His fingers trace lazy circles on my hipbone, a touch that should tickle but instead sends a rush of heat straight through me. “Want me to show you, Wildcat?”
I suck in a sharp breath as his fingertips brush against the fabric of my panties, desire pooling low in my belly.
My wolf howls for me to say yes, clawing at my insides. I think she might need the release more than I do. My nerves scream to slow down. But as his fingers tease the edge of my panties, I hear myself whisper, “Yes.”
Without hesitation, his fingers slip under the elastic, gliding through my folds, and I moan at the sensation, already slick with need.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Axel groans, his voice strained.
His fingers circle my clit slowly before dipping lower to tease my entrance. I arch into his touch, a whimper escaping my lips as I crave more. Axel takes his time, each deliberate stroke stoking the fire building inside me.
“Please,” I pant, my voice barely recognizable. “I need…”
