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When I’m at the top of the staircase, he’s already at the entrance and my heart squeezes.
“Axe!” I cry in warning, stumbling down the stairs and I run after him. I burst outside with my arms raised and Axwell snarls,
“Get back inside.”
He’s stark naked, his legs wide apart, his muscular back heaving with violence. The weapon is lifted in his arms and he’s pointing at the bikers that are pointing their own guns at him. I throw myself at Axwell, shielding him with my body.
Don’t they see what we’ve done? Don’t they see the distress we’re in at the threat of our bond being broken?
“You can’t do this!” I scream at them, the wind whipping at me and I curse my own smallness because I can never truly shield Axwell as well as I wish I could. I feel him clasp my upper arm, shoving me behind him and he lifts the weapon again.
“Yale!” he snaps. “Inside.”
My fingers dig into his skin. “You don’t understand. They’re not here to hurt us.” I drag a breath. “They’re here to p...protect me.”
“From who?” Axwell asks in a voice that makes it sound like I’m making up stuff out of thin air and I lick my lips.
“From you.” He frowns, tensing and I add, “I’m the niece of ZeroSum’s leader. That’s what I was trying to tell you minutes ago. That’s why I tried to run when you claimed me as yours.”
His head whips around. “You thought I would hold it against you?” Axwell asks and I nod and something flashes in his eyes.
“Give her back up,” ZeroSum yells and I want to bark at them to leave us alone. “She’s not yours.”
Yes, I am! Now more than ever because of the way he’s ready to defend me. Defend what we feel for each other and he’s treating it like it’s the most precious thing creation ever has witnessed.
Axwell growls, his aggression crammed and I hurry to yelp. “Don’t say that to him! Please...he knows how to be good...,” I lick my lips, “when he wants to...”
“Yale, you’ve lost your mind!” they yell and I yell back that I want him, that he’s not forcing me to anything and that I’m here out of my own free will but they’re not buying it. They don’t understand. Don’t understand what a girl like me could have in common with a walker of the underworld.
But our bond breaks boundaries, connects two worlds that usually don’t meet.
Axwell’s lip pulls over his teeth. “Beloved, go wait for me upstairs in my bedroom.”
His tone is overly calm and I yelp, “Be nice!” And then I have no choice but to run back inside.
8.
Axwell
Now that Yale is out of the way, I turn toward the bikers again. They found out about us after one of their informers saw me and Yale at the diner and ratted. They’re watching me aggressively, their bikes purring and they still have their guns pointing at me. So, they want me to give up Yale? I’d rather be skinned alive and I sneer. I’m territorial and I don’t want men this close to my woman, especially men I don’t know.
I’m still throbbing even though I’m spent and she chose the worst time to get to know my cock. I nearly busted, nearly had her swallow me while a threat waited outside. My eyes quickly squeeze and behind my lids I see Yale on her knees, her bee stung lips sliding, her hand holding me in a grip that’s too loose because of her lack of experience and it excited me beyond measure. In that room, I could barely control myself as her thighs shuddered, her body moving like she was in heat and she enjoyed it. She enjoyed sucking me, treating me to her perfect, loving mouth.
But Yale is wrong. She says the bikers aren’t a real threat but that’s not true. Any male, good or bad is a threat when trying to trespass upon my woman. Upon what is mine.
“Yale belongs to us,” they shout and fury explodes in me. “You have no right to her.”
“Neither do you,” I growl. “She doesn’t fucking want you.” I fist my chest. “She wants me.”
“Yeah, you’ve twisted her,” they snarl. “Yale’s got a good head on her shoulders. Why the hell would she willingly go with someone from the NM?”
Because she knows that when something is meant to be then nothing can stop it. More importantly nothing can stop me. I’ve turned myself inside out in order to have her and if these fuckers think they can come and take her from me, then this courtyard will very soon turn into a burial site.
Which would be a shame, since I don’t think Yale would appreciate that and I’d hate to disappoint my woman. She’s done much for me simply by breathing, she’s calmed me down and she’s the sole reason to why I haven’t started shooting yet. It’s because I want to be good in her eyes even when I’m bad. She’s the first mouthful of air after coming up from the ice lake, the needed warmth beneath the pelts on a raw winter morning. Withdrawing to the shadows now is impossible when my Yale flickers like a torch, showing me a more lit up way.
“You say you want to protect her but maybe you should have protected her the other day,” I snarl. “She would have been jumped by one of your members had I not been there.”
They look confused, so confused they almost lower their guns and they exchange angry looks with each other. They proceed with telling me that the fucker wasn’t aZeroSummember but was only pretending. Faking it to get certain privileges. I’m not surprised and it looks like we had an enemy in common but that doesn’t warm me up to them. The only group I’m loyal to are my brothers. And now Yale.
