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"Yes-no, kinda….. She'll regret it; I know she will," I tell him.
"Then we don't let her," Khan says as if it is that simple, and I feel her claws slip down the sides of my ribs, my hands still in the air, as I try not to maul her. I hiss, feeling them slice down my skin and her claws sinking into my abs as she claws at my pants. I grit my teeth before grabbing her. A groan leaves me as I pull her closer, and she purrs, pressing closer as I wrap her legs around my waist and lean forward.
Reaching into the top drawer of the bedside table, her teeth slice through my bicep, then her face moves to my neck. I drop my chin, stopping her from sinking her teeth into me as instinct tells her to claim me.
Elena growls when I deny her, and my hand rummages, finding the handcuffs I chucked in here and forgot about and a box of old condoms. My face twists at the thought of using them; I am hers, yet until she says so, she is not mine. I glare at the foil packet as I take one out, not wanting to use it but knowing I should.
It is the right thing to do, she may not be able to help her heat or her instincts, but I can at least not use it against her or take advantage of her vulnerability—How things have changed. Going back a few weeks ago, I would have used her heat to trap her, to get her to mark me. But seeing how good we get along when we are both trying to make the bond work, I want it to go back to that place where she doesn't hate me and wants to be around me.
Twisting, I press her against the mattress and shake off the carnal desire to fuck her until she screams. Instead, I handcuff her, pinning her wrists to the headboard. My hands shake terribly as I sit back on my heels between her legs, her body squirming as her heat rises and pain starts to cripple her at the loss of skin contact.
"Shh, Lena. I will make it stop. I'm trying here, okay? I just need to keep my head." I whisper to her. Those words are easier said than done when she locks her legs around me, yanking me to her. Her heat overwhelms me as I blink back the haze she is forcing me in.
I’m not sure how much of Elena is actually present during her heat, but I hope some part of her is here with me, so she knows I wish things were different, so she knows I don’t want to hurt her, or take her while she is angry with me.
Yet the moment her voice pleads for me, I know some part of her is under the baser instinct, that some part isn’t purely driven by Lexa’s needs or their heat. “Please, make it stop, just make it stop, Axton,” she growls, the sound turning to a purr, as her canines slip past her lips, her eyes turn black a charcoal. “Axton,” she moans, her legs locking around my waist tighter.
“Be patient,” I tell her. “I’m just….”
My eyes bleed black as I feel Khan's instincts seep into me, unable to hold out any longer, her heat becoming too tempting to fight against. My hands fumble with my pants before my claws slip out, shredding them to pieces, and the next second I am shoving her legs open. And not as gently as I wanted, as all restraint slips away along with any real cognitive thoughts, instead, I’m solely consumed by her heat.
“Axton, please,” she whines, and my lips crash down on hers.
Chapter Fifty-Three
Elena
His scent is the first thing I notice when I groggily wake; it perfumes the room, enticing senses I never knew existed. My body feels foreign and so hot. Burning and aching for him, I’m high on his scent as I breathe it in. My eyes flutter open as Lexa’s instincts painfully become mine. Axton sits on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands, making me wonder why he is so far away, I need him closer. So much closer.
His presence alone has become an addiction, one I want to feed, making me crave him, luring me closer. It’s like the world no longer exists, and we live on our own plane of existence together, and right now, all I can focus on is his intoxicating scent, luring me to him.
Moving my limbs, they don’t feel like mine, purely driven by instinct, he startles. Some part of me wants to know why he looks so conflicted, yet my heat rising, and the blood in my veins boiling, pulsating makes any thoughts slip away easily. Every piece of me calls for me to go to him as I crawl into his lap.
The mate bond demands his touch, but he seems hesitant to give it because he puts his hands up. I bury my face in the crook of his neck. His scent is overwhelming; it’s intoxicating.
His entire body trembles underneath me. Tomorrow, I will feel embarrassed about my actions, but right now, I couldn’t care less as long as the pain that is becoming torturous eases.
Axton growls, pulling me closer, and my lips attack his neck when he leans forward; my hands claw at him, needing him closer, not that I understand how that is possible. My body feels strange, tingling, and I want to climb inside him, which makes no sense. He pulls my legs around his waist, and I moan as his hard chest presses against my heated flesh.
Yet instead of giving me what my body and the bond craves and needs, he twists and presses me against the mattress. The next second, he handcuffs me, pinning my wrists to the headboard; the metal clamping tightly around my wrists. I struggle against the restraints, needing to touch him, needing his skin. Yet he sits back on his heels between my legs. My body squirms as my heat rises and the pain intensifies. What is he doing?
“Shh, Lena. I will make it stop. I’m trying here, okay? I just need to keep my head.” he whispers to me. Confusion wraps around me for a second at his hesitation. Isn’t this what he has wanted, and now he is denying both of us? Why?
I lock my legs around his waist, yanking him to me. He growls, the sounds savage but sends a thrill through me. Yet still, he does nothing. It drives the bond insane, and the pain washes through me tenfold at his refusal.
“Please, make it stop, just make it stop, Axton,” I growl, the sound turning to a purr as my canines slip out, the bond demanding me to mark him and make him mine. “Axton,” I moan, legs locking around his waist tighter, refusing to let him escape me.
“Be patient,” he tells me. “I’m just….” Axton groans and pulls back slightly, his entire body shaking.
His eyes bleed black. His hand's fumble with his pants before he shreds them to pieces, and he shoves my legs open, pressing his weight down on me. A moan escapes my lips at the relief his skin against mine offers.
“Axton, please,” I whine when I feel his hesitation once more. The next second, his lips crash down on mine hard.
Every inch of my skin is covered in goosebumps. My breath hitches when I feel his tongue delve between my lips, tasting every inch. I feel like I am on some sort of high, which makes it hard to think straight. I can’t concentrate. It’s all too much with his harsh grip and brutal lips, molding around mine. Somehow, he only manages to turn me on more instead of offering me any sort of reprieve. I want nothing more than to feel his teeth sinking into my skin and let him devour me. Yet once again, he fights instinct and pulls away.
What the hell is he waiting for? Isn’t this what he wants, to tie me to him so I can’t escape him? I don’t care what he does as long as he stops fighting the damn bond.
“Axton, please,” I gasp, but a moment later, he takes my ability to speak away from me when he kisses me again.
