Page 44 of Feral
Ella moaned as he entered her. No fingering, no preparation. She was already shamefully wet for him, and even through the dull ache of penetration, she found herself bucking for more. She’d tried for so long to convince herself she didn’t want him, so she’d have a prayer of convincing him. In a few wordless pleas, she had undone all that, and felt no regret.
He knew. He’d always known. It was plain in the way he kissed her. The way he claimed every inch of her, as if he already knew she was his. As if he’d always known and had simply felt like taking his time in taking her up on the offer.
“Axel,” she moaned his name, knowing she was probably making good on a thousand bets he’d made in his mind in doing so. He grabbed her arms and pinned her wrists against the wall, angling into her until he was balls-deep. Every time he thrust, he hit some part of her deeper than flesh. Their souls had always been bound, by hatred or whatever this thing was that burned just as brightly between them, but for the first time, she could actually feel it. It was a cord wrapped around her throat, tight and strangling.
No... that was his hand. His grip was subtle, applying just enough pressure to keep her where he wanted without restricting the flow of air, and her body tightened up in response. The hoarse curse on his lips made her shudder. She dug her nails across his back and up his scalp, tugging at his blond locks.
She just wanted to make him feel. Pleasure, pain, it didn’t matter. It was all just two sides of the same coin. As long as she made him feel a fraction of what he inflicted on her just by existing.
“Fuck,” he panted against her lips, sweat beading down his forehead. “You’re tight.”
He looked like the sex god he thought he was, and she could see why he thought he had justification for his ego.
He did.
“Harder,” she demanded before crushing her lips to his once more. Her fingernails were already drawing blood to the skin, but he didn’t seem to care or notice. He just grabbed her hips and thrust his pelvis against her, hitting her at just the right angle to make her see stars. Ella felt a wave of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain coursing through her, and before she’d fully realized what she was doing, her teeth were in his neck.
All the lust and passion and anger had congealed into something uncontrollable and wild, and she no longer felt like herself but a woman possessed. By what, she wasn’t sure, but the moment his blood hit the tip of her tongue, she gave herself over to it entirely.
The string of curses on Axel’s lips was strained with pleasure as the bite pushed him over the edge. He came hard, pounding her into the wall so roughly she was convinced they’d go through it, but she didn’t care about that, either. The taste of him and the feel of him deep inside of her, taking everything he gave, was all there was. All that mattered.
When he’d spent his last inside her and she finally regained the presence of mind to release his neck, they stared at each other for seconds that seemed to stretch on indefinitely. Ella’s sex was still hot, the rhythmic drum of his pulse beating within her. His gaze traveled down to the blood on her lips and he stared for a moment, completely entranced.
He finally broke out of it and pulled away, leaving her to collapse against the wall. She felt empty, longing for him even still, but the fire was gone. There was still an ember burning, the same one that was always there with him, but the heat had been sated. It had washed over her and retreated like the tide, and as she caught her breath, she wasn’t sure if it was the mating or the bite that had done the trick.
She still couldn’t believe either one had just happened.
“You bit me,” Axel said, holding a hand to his neck as he stared at her in indignation.
Ella swallowed hard, struggling to think through the haze in her mind. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?” he quipped. “What the fuckwasthat?”
“I don’t know what came over me, I just ...” She trailed off when she realized she didn’t really have an explanation.
Axel grumbled something unintelligible, still catching his breath as he hastily pulled his jeans up. The cabin door opened before Ella could fully gather her thoughts, and when she found Bishop and Sterling staring at them both, taking in the scene in utter silence, she knew there wasn’t going to be the chance.
“I smelled blood,” Bishop said, stalking into the room. He paused, looking between them as his eyes narrowed dangerously. They lingered on Axel’s neck. “What the hell?”
“Shut your fucking mouth,” Axel hissed, still holding his neck as if to hide the evidence.
“What happened here?” Sterling asked, looking Ella over. She realized she was still naked and hastily pulled on her robe. “Besides the obvious.”
All three turned to look at her expectantly, and Ella felt like a deer in the headlights. She didn’t have an answer for them any more than she did for herself, but she knew she had to say something.
“I’m...out of heat?” she choked.
“And rabid, apparently,” Axel muttered under his breath. The orgasmic bliss with which he’d first responded to the bite had obviously worn off.
“I don’t understand,” Bishop said, clearly still trying to find a way to blame Axel for whatever it was. “You bit him? Why?”
“I don’t know,” she admitted, newly humiliated. Out of one debacle and into another. Now that the adrenaline was wearing off, she couldn’t even begin to fathom what had gotten into her. “I just did it. I didn’t mean to, it just happened.”
“I’m fine,” Axel said gruffly. “Can’t say I’ve ever made a girl dothat,but I’ll take it as a compliment.”
Sterling was still watching Ella closely and she couldn’t tell if he was upset about the bite or the fact that she and Axel had mated. Even if that was what he claimed he’d called him for, maybe he’d changed his mind. Before she could say anything, he asked, “Did you black out when it happened?”
Ella blinked. “You mean when I bit him? No... I mean, I wasn’t really aware of doing it until it happened, if that counts.”
