Axel (3 page)

Whisper’s smile grew. “You let me worry about that. In fact, I’ll not only bring you something to wear, I’ll take you to the clubhouse on my bike.”

“Why are you helping me?”

“Because it’s going to be fun to watch the big guy fall. He’s been mouthing off ever since Viper took an old lady, talking about how he’s never settling down. I’d love to watch him eat those words, and I think you’re just the lady to do it.”

“I did feel a connection. My beast wanted to claim him and felt uncertain when he didn’t claim us in front of everyone at the clubhouse. I never thought I’d come here with the pack because I thought I’d be going home with my mate.”

“Just give him a taste of what he can look forward to and everything will fall into place.” His lips twisted. “I should warn you though. You’re going to see some shit you won’t like.”

“I’m a big girl. I think I can handle it.”

His eyebrow cocked. “Even if it’s your man sandwiched between two party girls? Or even worse, what if he’s balls deep inside some other bitch?”

Her olingo went berserk at the thought of their mate with another woman and she snarled. “Whoever touches him is a dead woman. He’s mine!”

“Just what I wanted to hear. I’ll pick you up at eight tomorrow night.”

Amelia watched him walk out and shut the door behind him. As she leaned against the wood panel, she contemplated her fate tomorrow. If anyone dared touch what was hers, she’d rip them apart limb by limb. Only question was, what would Axel think of that? Did he like a strong woman who could stand up for herself? Or did he want a damsel in distress? She’d been one of those earlier, but now that she had her freedom, the bitch was back.

First things first. A nice long soak in the tub she’d seen during her brief tour of the apartment, then a good night’s rest so she would be prepared for tomorrow. Well, as prepared as she could get.

Chapter Three

Axel had spent the past twenty-four hours thinking about the sweet little blonde he’d rescued, and how he’d watched her walk away. It was better that way. What did he have to offer someone like her? She deserved moonlit walks, candlelight dinners, and some expensive piece of jewelry that showed he was devoted to her. What she’d get with him was a leather jacket that said
Property of Axel
, a cabin in the middle of nowhere, and a lot of rough sex. And just because his beast wanted her, it didn’t mean he’d be faithful to her. Axel wasn’t sure he was capable of such a thing. A variety of pussy was available twenty-four-seven at the clubhouse, and he certainly liked to indulge.

So why aren’t you getting your cock wet right now?
Because he couldn’t get a hard-on, that’s why. Maybe he’d imbibed a little too much. The row of shot glasses was enough proof that he’d tried to drown the thoughts of Amelia, unsuccessfully. The party girls dancing on the table in front of him didn’t even get the slightest rise out of his cock. He was starting to wonder if the damn thing was broken.

Shelly climbed off the table and straddled his lap, pressing her naked breasts against his chest and grinding her naked pussy against the fly of his jeans. He didn’t touch her, didn’t encourage her. Of course, he didn’t shove her away either. She gyrated on top of him, her perky breasts swaying with her body, tempting him to reach out and take a taste. Except, he wasn’t all that tempted. She was a pretty woman, and her pussy was just as good as the next, but something told him Amelia’s was far superior.

The front door opened and closed, but Axel watched the woman in his lap. There were some hoots and hollers, but Axel stared at the perky breasts in front of his face. Whatever the commotion, it couldn’t be better than a naked women, could it?

There was a growled “hell no” a moment before he saw her. At least, he thought it was her. Amelia was decked out in a micro-mini skirt that clung to her curves, a barely-there top, and fuck me heels. He felt his jaw slacken as he took her in, completely unprepared for what she did next.

“No way in hell are you grinding your skank ass on
my
mate!” Amelia snatched Shelly by the hair, dragging her off Axel’s lap. The woman shrieked and fell to her knees on the floor, but Amelia wasn’t done with her.

Axel stood and followed as Amelia dragged a shrieking Shelly by her hair through the clubhouse. She kicked open the door, threw Shelly onto the porch, then planted her foot on the woman’s ass and sent her rolling down the steps. Turning to face him, she folded her arms over her chest, set her jaw, and proceeded to glare at him. And damned if he didn’t find that to be the hottest thing he’d ever seen.

“Mind telling me what crawled up your ass?” Axel asked, tamping down his excitement.

She whipped out her hand and poked him in the chest with her long, slender finger. “You. Belong. To. Me.”

He arched a brow and stared down at her. “And what makes you think I belong to anyone? I’m a free man, Amelia. I can fuck whatever pussy I want, whenever I want.” He scanned her from head to toe. “Maybe you need a lesson in how a relationship works with a biker. You’re either an old lady or a party girl, and baby, I don’t recall making you my old lady.”

Sparks flared in her eyes as she stepped closer, her body nearly touching his. “Then maybe I should take up some of the men on their offers?”

Like hell!
With a growl, he bent and pressed his shoulder into her abdomen, then stood, bracing her on his shoulder. As he strode through the clubhouse toward the rooms in back, oblivious to the catcalls surrounding them, he couldn’t help but notice how great she smelled, how soft she felt….and how she wasn’t struggling. He had to wonder if he hadn’t just played directly into her delicate little hands.

Fuck!
Score: 1 Amelia, 0 Axel. He had to hand it to her; she’d played her part perfectly, and played him like a damn fiddle.

He kicked open the door to his room then slammed it shut. No way in hell he wanted an audience for his first time with Amelia. All this soft, white skin was his and only his. The last thing he wanted was for one of his brothers to stand in the hallway jacking off as he fucked her up against the wall, over the bed, in the chair, or anywhere else he could find.

“Are you quite finished with the caveman routine?” she asked in a muffled voice, her face pressed against his back. He could feel her hands gripping his belt and his cock surged to life at the thought of them wrapped around his shaft.

No, fuck that! He wanted to see those luscious lips wrapped around him. He’d fuck her mouth well, show her who was boss, and then he’d have her begging for him to fuck that sweet pussy of hers. By the time he was finished with her, she wouldn’t be able to walk the next day.

He dropped her to her feet and then practically ripped her shirt from her body. The fact she wasn’t wearing a bra made him even hotter.

She took his hand and placed it on her hip. “No panties either.”

Holy fuck!

With a growl, he shoved her to her knees. “You want to be a party girl? Then you’re going to open your mouth like a good little slut.”

Her eyes narrowed a moment and he wondered if she was going to say no. And fuck if he wouldn’t stop if she did. He’d never forced a woman and he wasn’t about to start with Amelia. Instead of protesting, she reached for his belt, unfastened it and then unzipped his jeans. His cock sprang free, aching and ready for her. She eyed him in curiosity and then fastened her gaze on his as she leaned forward and took a long, slow lick of his shaft.

He shuddered and groaned, not willing to admit that something monumental was about to happen. This would be a fuck just like any other, despite her words claiming him as her mate. Hell, if he let that fly, he’d never be able to show his face around the clubhouse again, much less hold the office of Sergeant at Arms. He might as well sign away his man card and start picking out china and curtains if he let that happen. No, it was time to show her who was boss, and make sure everyone in the fucking clubhouse heard every damn moan, every scream, and her complete submission to him.

“Open your mouth.”

Her jaw dropped and her tongue snaked out for another taste, licking the pre-cum from the head before taking him in her mouth. That wicked tongue of hers danced along his shaft until he hit the back of her throat, then she sucked long and hard as she pulled back. She did it again, exactly the same, and he threaded his fingers through her silky hair. When she would have stopped him, he forced his cock further down her throat, feeling her nails bite into his hips before he withdrew and then sank into her again. He fucked her mouth with long, easy strokes, going a little deeper each time, until she was taking all of him. Axel felt himself getting close, knew he was going to blow at any moment, so he pulled out and wrapped his hand around the base of his dick, forcing back the orgasm.

Amelia licked her lips, looking every inch the sex kitten, kneeling at his feet topless and still wearing those fuck me heels. He jerked her up off the floor, spun her against the wall, and hiked her skirt up over her hips. He could see the dew glistening on her sexy lips and loved the fact she was already wet and ready for him. He wanted to taste her, to explore her body, and one day he would…but not today. No, this night was for domination and showing her exactly who was boss. Oh, he’d make her come. She’d have several screaming orgasms before he was finished with her, but it wasn’t going to be a gentle fucking.

Before she could utter a word of protest, he slid home, pressing into her wet heat until he wasn’t sure where she stopped and he began. He felt his balls swing and brush against her inner thighs as he pinned her to the wall with his body. Axel nipped her ear, trailed his nose along the column of her neck, then ground himself against her, making her take him as deep as she could from this position.

He could hear her soft exhalations, the rapid beat of her heart, and it ratcheted his excitement to an all new level. No soft words. No promises of tomorrow. He fucked her hard and fast, taking everything he wanted. His hand came up to cup her breast and he twisted her nipple drawing a moan from between her sexy lips.

“You like that, don’t you, baby?”

She nodded.

“I’m not stopping until you come on my cock. I want to hear you scream my name.”

“Axel.” His name came out as a breathy sigh on her lips. “I want this. I want you.”

The cat inside yowled to get out; his nails sharpened and turned into cat’s claws. He gripped her hips, slamming into her wet heat again and again. Axel felt her tightening around him, felt her channel grow slicker, as she panted against the wall. He knew she was close, but close wasn’t good enough. Reaching between her legs, he put pressure on her clit, making small, tight circles, until she bucked against him and screamed out his name. Amelia clawed at the wall as she came, coating him in her cream.

“That’s it, baby. Let go.” He nipped her shoulder, and then heeded his own words, bathing her insides in his cum. His hips slowed and he stopped while still buried inside of her. Her chest heaved as she gasped for breath and he slowly disengaged from her.

Turning her in his arms, he removed her skirt and then escorted her over to the bed. Her legs trembled and she collapsed onto the edge. There was no fear or disgust in her eyes when she looked up at him, her hair streaming down her back. There was trust, acceptance, and need in her gaze. He’d just fucked her like an animal, up against the wall, and she still wanted him.

His beast purred and rubbed along the edges of his mind, content that they’d finally had a taste of their mate.

Not our mate,
Axel argued.

Yes! Ours! We marked her. Claimed her.

Axel growled at his beast and focused on the woman sitting in front of him. What the fuck did the cat mean they had claimed her? He hadn’t bitten her. As he glanced at his cock, which was already rising once more, his heart stilled.
Oh fuck!
No condom. No wonder it had felt fan-fucking-tastic. He’d never forgotten to use a condom, not even for anal. By fucking her bare, his scent was now mingling with hers. No matter how many showers she took, she would still smell like Axel. His cat was quite content with that knowledge, but Axel wanted to beat his fist against the wall.

Didn’t matter. He still wasn’t going to make her his mate. She was a good fuck, the best he’d ever had, but that’s as far as things would go. He’d finish his little lesson tonight and then he’d move on. No way was he going to become a one-woman man just because he’d stuck his dick in her without wrapping it first. And not one of his brothers would expect him to either. Women were for fucking. Not keeping.

Of course, if he told Viper that, he’d get his ass kicked. That was one wolf that seemed more than happy to have traded in all the pussy he could want for just one woman for the rest of his life. And the bastard looked downright gleeful over it. Axel shook his head, not understanding even a little.

Amelia held out her hand. “Come to bed.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Were you under the mistaken impression I was done with you?”

Her gaze dropped to his cock and she licked her lips. It was enough to make his dick throb and give a kick. As it jerked in time with his heartbeat, he studied the woman on the bed. Her golden hair was in disarray, her lips plump from sucking his cock. Those guileless blue eyes of hers were studying him, as if she wasn’t quite sure what to do with him.

Axel stalked closer, stopping at the foot of the bed.

“Roll over.”

She paused for a moment before flipping onto her stomach. He grabbed her ankles, spread her legs, and dragged her to the foot of the bed. With her ass in the air, and her toes brushing the carpet on the floor, she was on display. For him. He started to reach for a condom on the dresser, but stopped when he realized it was already too late. There was a chance she wasn’t only going to smell like him, but that she could be pregnant. Common sense said he should wrap his dick if he didn’t want to take even more of a chance of pregnancy, but damn she’d felt good wrapped around him.

Before he could second guess himself, he plunged deep inside of her. She moaned and buried her face against the bed as he hammered in and out of her. The moment he’d felt her pussy welcome him in, the second her wet heat had enveloped him, the puma inside had gone crazy, scratching its way to the surface. Axel gripped her hips and watched as golden fur sprouted along his arms. He held back his shift, holding his cat at bay before the beast could further mark Amelia as theirs. A scent marker would fade over time, but a bite? No, not happening.