Page 51 of Devour

My vision starts to go black, and I come so hard my legs shake around him. My back arches off the tile, and I can’t hear anything over the water and my own pulse. He lets go of my throat and I suck in air, collapsing into him. His dick pulses inside me as he bites my shoulder, marking me again.

I whimper when he lifts me off of him and sets me on my sore feet. He immediately grabs the soap and starts washing me. His hands are gentle now, nothing like how dominating they were on my throat seconds ago.

He washes every inch of me with hands that don’t match the man who just choked me against a wall. His fingers are careful around the bruises on my thighs and gentle across my throat where I can already feel the marks forming to join the others. He tips my head back under the water and works shampoo through my hair. I close my eyes and let him. This feels almost as good as when he fucks me.

“I love looking at your body covered in bites and bruises knowing I’m the one who did that to you.” He runs his thumb across my neck. “I’m going to pierce you and tattoo you and mark every inch of you as mine.”

He finishes rinsing my hair, and then he washes himself in less than half the time he spent on me. He shuts the water off and wraps me in a towel before grabbing one for himself.

His towel hangs low on his hips, showing off his deep V. Fuck, I want to lick it.

“I’m going to have to do some work away from the mansion, so I’m going to show you where to find everything and where you aren’t allowed to go.” He dries off and pulls on a clean pair of black boxer briefs, dark wash jeans, and a black Henley. “And you will keep your phone on you at all times so I can reach you.”

I unzip one of my suitcases, digging through my clothes. “What kind of work?”

He groans and runs his fingers through his wet hair. “Saylor, don’t ask me about what I do for the Ravens. You should know I can’t tell you.”

I pull on a pair of black capri yoga pants and a black bra with a pink tank top, skipping the underwear. “What exactly do we talk about then, since my entire life is now living in this mansion and serving you.”

Axl turns around to look at me as I’m pulling my wet hair into a knot. “You have Kynlee here. School will start in a few months, and as long as I can watch you, you can go to class. And I’m going to teach you how to use a knife. You’ll learn how to defend yourself while you’re here.”

“Why?” I scoff, unpacking more of my things, setting them next to my birth control on the bathroom sink. “You won’t let anyone near me anyway.”

“Because there’s a lot of fucked-up shit that happens in this world. I have every intention of remaining the most dangerous person in your life. But I’m also not taking any fucking chances.”

I don’t know what to do with that. He says shit that sounds possessive and protective in the same breath, and I can’t tell where one level of chaos ends and the other begins. But he’s not wrong.

“Fine.” I mutter and return to my bags.

“You didn’t have a choice, baby. But I’ll fuck whatever that attitude is out of you later.” He pulls his phone from the pocket of the pants he was wearing before, then heads back into the bathroom. I glance over a few moments later and see that he’s setting my birth control pills back on the counter. “Are you making sure I didn’t miss a day? I’m responsible enough to remember to take my pill, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I saw you’re taking them.” He chuckles, and it irritates me that he is checking up on me. Of course he doesn’t want to get his temporary fuck pregnant. I’m not stupid and I know what this is.

“Are you ready?” he asks.

I push aside the irritation, because it’s not like I want to trap him with a baby. That would be insane. I’ve literally just been fucking him for one day. “Can Kynlee come? I don’t think she and Justin are getting along all that well.”

“Text her. But make it quick.” He chuckles while I grab my phone. “It didn’t take long for her to see what a prick your brother is.”

I roll my eyes at him, then type out a text.

Me: Meet us in the hall. Axl is going to show us around the mansion.

“Why do you dislike Justin so much?”

Three dots appear immediately.

Kyns: THANK GOD. Justin left ten minutes ago and didn’t say a word to me. I’ve been sitting here with Veronica.

I laugh and show Axl the screen. He reads it and shakes his head.

“I don’t give a shit that he’s your brother. He’s an asshole. And I’m the one you always need to trust, no matter what that fucker says.”

I slide my phone into the pocket on my ass. “Oh, and you aren’t an asshole?”

He pins me against the wall, brushing his fingers along one of the bites on my neck. “Not like that bastard. And don’t make me tell you again. You belong to me, and I’m the only one you’re going to need to take care of you.”

His mouth hovers over mine, and he grips my throat. I hold his gaze because I don’t want him to think any part of me is weak. Axl might be my Talon, but Justin is my brother. But I also know that I would run right to Axl first if I were in trouble. He’s the one I trust to always be there when I need him.