Page 16 of Bruised MC Bear
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Axe
Axe forced backa grin as he stood in the middle of Angel’s bedroom. She had informed him she wasn’t ready to visit his clubhouse, but wanted to spend some more time with him, and felt safer doing so at her place. Angel didn’t strike him as a dog person, or a pet person, for that matter, which was why he laughed as she chased three dogs out of her bedroom and into her spare room down the hall.
He scanned around the room, glancing at childhood photos and family portraits, and one particular picture that had to be Death Adder’s relative. It was clear to him the young woman in the framed photo was a wolf shifter. He wondered if Angel even knew. So far, she had not given him any hints to suggest any knowledge of their kind. She returned to him a minute later, switching off the light before pressing her chest against his back with her hands around his waist. Axe perked up and turned to face her, but ended up staring down at Angel’s voluptuous chest in some kind of leather halter dress.
Her fingers twisted in a lock of her blonde hair, pulling it back behind her ear, and he couldn’t stop from following the movement. He swallowed down a groan.
Angel blinked at him. Once. Twice. Her fingers then crawled up to massage one side of her neck. Something in her eyes led him to believe this was yet another side of her that she was about to reveal to him.
“Down,” she commanded in that tone she had used outside the Hell Valley Saloon.
“What?”
“You don’t get to talk now. I’ll take what I want and then you can go home happy, got it?”
He grunted as his cock kicked to life behind the fly of his jeans. Now he understood that look in her eye. She was a dominant? Before he could ask, Angel put her hands up into his hair and fisted it in a controlled grip, guiding him down to his knees.
“There. Down,” Angel repeated.
Pain lanced through his scalp as the realization hit. This curvy little thing had dropped him to his knees. His fall echoed around the room, bouncing off the hardwood floors. Female domination was all kinds of new to him. He had to admit, so far he kind of liked it. There was no hiding the reaction that flickered across his skin while he blindly searched for her face in the shadows.
“By the way, I should have told you. My place, my rules.”
He smiled, nodding his agreement.
He didn’t know what she actually wanted from him, although he was sure she’d clue him in soon. A tingle of need spread down his spine. His knee caps still ached like a son of a bitch. Yet he didn’t move an inch as he waited to see what this particular version of Angel had in store for him.
Her fingernails delicately played along his scalp and suddenly he questioned whether seducing her had really been his plan at all. Maybe, in his own twisted way, he’d completely missed that she was in charge, and had him on lockdown the whole time. That was a first. Axe swallowed past the lump in his throat and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath of her floral scent. He patiently waited for the next words to come off her seductively bright red lips.
“Take off your pants.”
Her order seemed too loud, as if she had shouted when really, she had only whispered. Her hot breath still clung to the curve as he did what he was told. His hands fumbled against his jeans, but a second later, his dick sprang out from his pants into the cool air. Angel was utterly silent. Their choppy breaths seemed to echo in her room. He idly cupped his palm over his shaft, stroking up and down his length for some relief.
“What are you doing?” Angel’s voice ricocheted like a whip crack. Her hands dug into his hair again. “Did I say you could do a damn thing, Axe?”
“No,” he grunted.
He fought the urge to pick her up, throw her into her bed and fuck her brains out. For now, he would give her what she wanted, especially if it meant getting exactly what he needed.
God, they were a fucking pair.
“Good.” Angel patted his head. Twice. His cock betrayed him and twitched, eager for more of her body against his.
“Touch me,” she ordered, dropping her grip on his hair.
Axe brushed his fingers against the soft skin of her bare thigh. All the air in his lungs left in a whoosh of sound. Her tittering laughter betrayed her nervousness as she moved into his touch. He skimmed the backs of his knuckles along her inner thigh until he sensed the warmth of her heat.
“More,” she whined. The sound vibrated through his chest.
He skimmed the last inch or so until his fingers eased across her wetness. Angel floated forward, urging him on. He took a deep inhale of her slick warmth on his fingers as he flicked his thumb on her cleft. Angel didn’t say a word, but she didn’t need to, not with all the other signals she sent out. Her hands traveled over his head, shoulders and chest as if she couldn’t stop herself from touching him. He fucking loved it. Her inner thighs trembled against his arm, and her light, choppy breaths grew sharper. Close. So close. He savored her flavor on his tongue, easing his other hand up her curves, until he made it to one of her nipples.
Angel’s hips jerked forward in response.
“More,” she commanded, although this order sounded more like a needy request.
Damn right, there would be more.
