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“I’m not risking my life, Axton. They’re perfectly safe, or they wouldn’t sell them.” I shake my head.
“Yeah, if you’re mated to a common wolf. We are both alphas. Your heat will be intensified tenfold. The pills will be lethal if you reject the bond for too long. I get you don’t want to complete the bond. I am not asking you to mark me; I’m just asking you not to risk your damn life when I’m right here!” he snaps, handing me my coffee.
“And if you reject me,” he starts to threaten.
“Let me guess, your basement has my name on it?” I retort. He smirks.
“I rather you in my bed than in my basement, but if you reject me, I may just have to move my bed down there,” he chuckles.
I say nothing, not wanting to argue over something that hasn’t even happened yet, nor will I allow it to happen. I follow him upstairs to his room. He opens the door and wanders over to his bedside table, setting his mug down, before removing his drenched shirt and tossing it in the hamper. I watch him feeling awkward and out-of-place while also trying to keep my eyes off him; the bond urging me closer.
I can’t help but admire the man, he has always been handsome, but now I can really look at him, my eyes roam over the hard muscles of his back when he turns drying his dark hair with a towel hanging from the hook by the bathroom door. My eyes trail down his body, taking in his tattoos that cover his left shoulder and part of his chest, down his abs, before dropping lower to a V-line that disappears into his jeans. Luckily, Lexa pulls and snaps me out of it.
“Are you trying to send us into heat? Stop gawking, pervert!” she snaps.
“I was only looking,” I mumble.
“Look at the walls, the floor, the damn ceiling, just stop being a creep. It’s bad enough we are in his room, his scent is driving me insane, and your wandering eyes are not helping!”
“Am I really being a creep though if he is technically ours?” she growls at me.
“Eyes to yourself!” she snaps when he looks up. His eyes take in my clothes and he nods toward the closet. “You can help yourself. Take what you want?” he says. My mind, when flooded with his scent, went instantly to the gutter, wanting to take something that involved removing my clothes, not putting any on while I devour his–I shake my head, coming to my senses.
“Elena! Don’t make me come out there!” Lexa scolds. “Ceiling, floor!”
“There are extra towels in the bathroom. You remember where everything is?” I nod, watching him. Axton moves into his attached office, which has been turned into a nursery.
Seeing the boys, my anxiety instantly leaves and the mate bond fog fades into the background; both are snuggled up nice and cozy as Axton tucks the surrounding blanket around both, ensuring it is tight when he looks over at me.
“Thank you,” he murmurs before looking back down at their sleeping faces. I swallow that strange feeling of guilt for keeping them away from him sweeps over me. After inspecting them, Axton exits the room, leaving the door slightly ajar.
“I will get you some clothes. You can do what you want. Why are you being awkward?” Axton questions while I watch him walk into the closet.
“Probably because she wants to have her damn way with you!” Lexa snarls at me.
“I do not.” She scoffs, and we argue. She is being ridiculous.
“One step into his room, and you suddenly turn brain-dead,” she yells at me. Axton clearing his throat makes me jump; I blink at him. He holds a shirt and sweatpants, smirking. He hands them to me. “Thanks,” I mutter, taking them. He chuckles, and I raise an eyebrow at him, watching as he grabs his own clothes.
Gosh, he has a nice ass.
“Thank you. I like yours, too,” Axton snickers. My face heats, and I instantly turn away, marching into the bathroom and shutting the door before I make a bigger fool of myself.
Chapter Nine
Spending the night with Axton is awkward. We have barely spoken since I stepped out of the shower. And I have kept my distance since. The bond is yearning for him and being locked in a room filled with his scent is making the bond nearly impossible to ignore. Yet Axton looks perfectly comfortable when he walks back into the room holding two plates.
The smell of steak reaches my nose, and my stomach growls loudly. Adding another embarrassing thing I can't control. “Hungry?” Axton chuckles.
“Yes, I’m still breastfeeding. Well, mix feeding, I’m always hungry.” I tell him, and he nods, setting the plate on my lap.
“Just because I’m technically taking them for the weekend doesn’t mean you can’t breastfeed them,” Axton says, while sitting down with his own dinner.
“Will you stay the whole weekend?” I chew the inside of my lip. Lexa has been constantly at me about what a terrible idea staying here is. Yet she can’t bear the thought of being away from the boys. The anguish is not worth it. A few uncomfortable nights aren't so bad, right?
“I would offer to stay at your place, but I'm still on house arrest, and I don’t think Sondra likes me. I worry she’ll shoot me in my sleep.” Axton chuckles.
Sondra's words about the apple and the tree linger in my mind. The way she spoke was as if she knew Axton’s father and mine. What is her connection to our families and why does she feel guilty?
