Page 35 of Scarred Savages
I jump, spinning toward the doorway.
Axel is watching me with those intense eyes, leaning against the doorframe in nothing but jeans that ride low on his hips. His chest still heaves slightly from the run, a thin sheen of sweat highlighting the defined muscles and scattered scars across his torso.
“Looks good on you,” he says, gaze traveling from my face down to where the jacket swallows me whole, then back up again.
I clutch the jacket tighter. “I was cold,” I explain lamely.
A slow smile spreads across his face as he pushes off the doorframe. “I’m not complaining.” Each step he takes toward me is slow, predatory. “My scent’s all over you now.”
My breath catches in my throat. “Oh. Sorry. Is that a problem?”
He doesn’t answer, moving closer until I find myself backing up against the wall. His arms come up on either side of my head, caging me in.
“Problem?” He leans in, his nose skimming along my jawline. “No. Not a problem at all.”
My heart thunders in my chest.
“You smell like me,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my neck. “And you smell like you.” He inhales deeply. “It’s fucking intoxicating.”
My wolf surges, eager, almost purring, and the heat that floods my body follows a heartbeat later. I can’t tell if it’s me or her who wants him closer.
“Axel,” I whisper, unsure if I’m warning or encouraging him.
His eyes meet mine, and the wildness in them should terrify me. Instead, it sends a thrill down my spine.
He leans in closer, his lips almost brushing mine—
“Axel!” Hudson’s voice booms from outside.
A muscle ticks in Axel’s jaw. I think he might ignore the call for a moment, but then he pulls back with a frustrated growl.
“This isn’t over,” he promises, his eyes still locked on mine. His hand drops to my waist, fingers digging in slightly before he releases me. “Not by a long shot, Wildcat.”
He steps back, and I feel the loss of his warmth immediately. My legs are shaky, and I’m grateful for the wall supporting me.
“Coming!” he calls back to Hudson, but his eyes never leave mine. “Keep the jacket,” he says with a wink before turning and sauntering away, leaving me breathless and confused.
I stand there, my heart still racing.
What just happened? More importantly, why did I like it?
My wolf stirs again. She liked it too. The realization brings both comfort and confusion.
Maybe it’s the forest, the freedom, or how these males look at me like I’m worth something. Or perhaps it’s just how Axel’s eyes darkened when he saw me in his jacket.
Either way, I’m in trouble.
11
Luna
Notebook: Research if dick breath is a thing.
It’s been two weeks, and I’m finally feeling more at ease.
The guys handle their laundry, but Oli and I are on cleaning duty today. The others are out, doing whatever wolf shifters do when they vanish for hours.
The house feels oddly quiet without their usual chaos.
