Page 59 of Scarred Savages
“What do you need, Wildcat?” he purrs, nipping playfully at my earlobe. “Tell me.”
“More,” I manage, my hips instinctively rocking against his hand. “I need more.”
Axel obliges, inserting a finger inside me. A cry escapes me at the sudden fullness, my inner walls clenching around him. He pumps in and out, his thumb pressing firmly against my clit. The pleasure builds rapidly, coiling tighter and tighter until I’m teetering on the edge. Axel seems to sense my proximity to the brink. He curls his fingers, hitting that sweet spot that sends stars exploding behind my eyelids.
“That’s it, Wildcat,” he coaxes, his voice a low growl. “Come for me.”
His words are my undoing. I shatter with a cry, my body shaking as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me. Axel works me through it, drawing out my climax until I’m boneless and spent in his arms.
He presses soft kisses along my neck and shoulder as I float down from the high. “Good morning indeed,” he rumbles, satisfaction lacing his tone.
I elbow him half-heartedly in the ribs, still trying to catch my breath. “You’re incorrigible.”
“You love it,” he retorts, nipping playfully at my shoulder.
I don’t respond, mostly because I’m not sure he’s wrong. This connection between us, whatever it is, terrifies and exhilarates me in equal measure.
My wolf is smug, purring like she’s already claimed him.
Axel’s arms tighten around me, pulling me flush against him. I can feel his hardness pressing insistently against my backside, a reminder that he’s far from satisfied. Part of me wants to reach back, to stroke him the way he did me, but uncertainty holds me back.
Axel presses a gentle kiss to my temple as if sensing my hesitation. “Don’t worry, Wildcat. We’ve got plenty of time for you to return the favor.”
With that, he extricates himself from the tangled sheets and limbs, leaving me oddly bereft.
He pauses at the door, shooting me a wink over his shoulder. “I’ll see you at breakfast. Hope you’re ready because today I’m teaching you to shoot!”
17
Luna
Notebook: When dealing with an unpredictable alpha, don’t underestimate the power of a soft side. It’s dangerously addictive.
Ishovel the scrambled eggs into my mouth, the warm, buttery bites disappearing quickly, when Axel lets out an exasperatedsigh, his gaze fixed on me with a mix of impatience and excitement.
I raise an eyebrow, swallowing hard. “What? I’m eating as fast as I can.”
He radiates a nervous energy, like a kid about to unveil a secret passage to a candy wonderland—or, in his case, an axe-murder museum.
As I finish the last bite, he grabs my hand, pulling me toward the back door.
I huff playfully, slipping on a jacket and my sneakers, and follow him across the yard, the morning dew soaking into my shoes.
Where are we going?
The woods?
He stops abruptly at a weathered shed, its gray boards warped and splintered with age.
He pulls a key from his pocket.
“What’s in there?” I ask.
Knowing Axel, it could be anything.
Probably a torture chamber.
“You’ll see.” He slides the key into the lock, and the door creaks open. “Today, Wildcat, you learn to shoot,” he says gruffly, not even glancing my way.
