Page 29 of Broken Souls

“The usual.”

We watch tv for a bit, but it's hard to pay attention because Axe keeps twiddling my fingers and rubbing his thumb against my palm. I look at him and see him looking at me. He doesn't make a move so I get the courage and lean into him, pressing my lips against his. I hold onto his neck while his hand grasps my thigh. Our lips move sensually but I can feel this kiss getting hotter, especially when he pulls me onto his lap. Axe runs his hands up my shirt and trails my spine with his fingertips, making me shudder against him. He grows underneath me, pressing right between my legs.

“Axe,” I moan.

His hands go to my hips and he softly pushes them back and forth. When his erection rubs against me, the bliss I feel keeps rising. The more I grind on him, the greater the sensation feels.

“I don't want to stop, Elora,” he murmurs against my lips, speaking the words I’m thinking. I drop my head against his shoulder but keep moving my body. He attaches his lips to my neck, making my breathing even more out of control. “Can we take your pants off?”

My body obliges his request without giving my brain a second to think about it. I slip my pants off then get back on him. Without my pants, I can feel him even more. He guides my hips even faster. When he groans it makes me want to keep pleasing him forever to hear that sound. With just his sweatpants and my underwear, it feels wonderful and intense. Sitting on top of the alpha with my pants off is exhilarating. The sensitivity in my private region intensifies, making me gasp as I ride him harder to keep that sensitive feeling rising. I wrap my arms around the back of his shoulders tightly as I feel a burst of pleasure travel through me. Oh God. I drop onto him, feeling sleepy.

“Are you okay?” his raspy voice asks.

“That was my first...” I trail off.

“Orgasm,” he fills in for me. “Haven't you ever gotten yourself off?”

I sit up so I can look at him. I think about his question. Touching myself is something I've never tried. Maybe because the constant pain my body was in made me too tired to do so. I shake my head.

“Oh.” Axe pulls me closer and rubs up and down my back. He bites onto his lip, looking thoughtful.

“What?” I urge.

“I was just imagining you doing it.”

“Axe.” I gulp. A wicked thought goes through my head of me touching myself while Axe watches. God, I've never had these thoughts before. Axe is definitely bringing out my sexuality. “That will only stay in your imagination,” I say, and he chuckles.

“It shouldn't stay in yours, though. Touching yourself is a good release. I can't count the number of times I've done that over the last few years,” he says. “I really need to change my pants.”

I look down at his lap and see a wet stain on his pants. Shit, I was too consumed in my own pleasure to realise he finished too.

“Oh.” I look back up at him shyly, seeing his eyes are alight with fulfilment.

“I'm going to have a quick shower, then we can decide what to do for dinner.” Axe lifts me up and lays me on the couch, pressing a quick kiss on my lips and giving me a charming smile before leaving the room.

I let out a soft sigh, my body and mind feeling content for once in my life after that tranquil experience. I don't even have the energy to come to terms with how good I feel right now. Sleep comes easily and it's the best sleep I've ever had.

Chapter Twenty-Four

It's been a week since Axe put my body through my first ever truly content moment. We've been kissing a lot this week but nothing more has happened. I know he wants to do more desperately but other than our grinding session, I don't think I'm ready for him to actually pull his manhood out. We don't sleep in the same bed. I haven't wanted to push that boundary yet. The last time he slept beside someone, it was his mate. I still want to be careful around things like that, that he shared with his mate, such as sleeping in his bed, letting our wolves bond, even sex really. What if we have sex and he reacts badly because he thinks of his mate? I'm glad to be taking this slow.

Now that I've been here for a while, I've noticed the things Axe does and what time he does them. He goes for runs at about two in the morning, which explains what he was doing in the forest when he found me. He goes on errand runs around ten in the morning, probably because he figures everyone is either at school or work so he won't run into anybody. Dash comes over every few days and they go in Axe's office. I don't listen in on the conversations because it'd be about pack stuff, which is none of my business. On the weekend, Axe and I spend all day watching movies and learning to cook so that's nice. We are falling into a comfortable relationship, which is all I've ever wanted.

Another good thing is my bruises are yellowish so they're almost healed. Whatever is in that bruise cream, it's like magic. I never thought I'd see my stomach white again, but it's getting there. As happy as I am that my body is becoming more attractive since I'm healing, I'm nervous because Axe and I agreed we would wait to do sexual things until I was healed. Now I'm healing, we can explore our sexual relationship further. I'm nervous, yet another part of me is excited to do anything with him.

As for my feelings for Axe, they're positive but I haven't really gotten a grasp of what exactly they are. Yes, I like him. Yes, I'm attracted to him. I respect him. I cherish him. He's becoming more important to me each day that passes. But a part of me is scared to fall deeper with him. There's a nagging thought in the back of my mind about his mate. I know she's gone. But Axe could change his mind anytime about me. I don't want to try and fill her shoes. I'm worried if I do something wrong, it will trigger Axe's memory of her.

Maybe I'm just overthinking and should relish this joy and prosperity while I've got it. Even if Axe and I don't last, I know by meeting him that happiness does exist.

***

The moment I sit down at the lunch table, Amelia dives into her sugar daddy talk.

“So I blew him,” Amelia says quietly.

“Oh, how was it?” I ask, interested in her gossip.

“It was like... weird. I imagined the skin would be a lot harder; maybe that's his age.” She chuckles.