Page 132 of Hunting Grounds


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The air is slammed out of me as Axel pounces, sending me flying back against the window. Thankfully it’s only open a crack otherwise I’d have tumbled through it, but it still smarts.

I half expect Axel to kiss me, but of course he would never do anything so predictable. His teeth sink into my throat, not gently, right where Kaiden nicked me with his blade. There’s a tiny scar there but it still thrills me that Axel could find the spot so easily, like he’s memorised it and wants to claim it as his own.

I groan as his bite turns into sucking which makes my breath rasp. His fingers find the back of my neck, pinching in a bruising grip which would bring me to my knees if his hips didn’t have me pinned in place against the cold window pane.

“Axel—”

“What, Odi? I told you it was hard but you had to push and push. This is your fault.”

He tosses me onto the bed with ease but has me pinned before I can even bounce on the mattress. The position is reminiscent of that night and the memory heats my blood.

“I shouldn’t do this,” he mutters to himself.

“Why not?”

“You’ve still got Christ knows what in your system.”

“This isn’t the drugs’ doing. I want you, Axel. More than anything.”

“You’ve been through enough. Your heart stopped.”

“It’s fine. I’m fine.” Total lie, but I need this and I can fall apart later.

He hesitates, looking torn.

Axel Abbot, the most confident steadfast person I know, unshakeable to his very core, is torn right now. And I’ve done that to him. He’s on the edge, so close to caving and giving me what I need, I just have to push him off the cliff.

“Axel, please, it’s always been you—” I honestly mean to say that it’s always been the three of them, but somehow that’s not what comes out.

It’s the catalyst that snaps his restraint though.

He kisses me so hard I forget how to breathe and when he pulls away I’m putty in his hands.

“You think I don’t know he fucked you?” He whispers as his hands skim over my skin so lightly I wonder if I’m imagining it.

“That I couldn’t fucking smell you all over him the moment he entered the flat?”

He slips under my T-shirt and caresses the underside of my breasts, making me shiver.

“It took days to drive the scent of you out from under my nose.”

He ghosts a kiss across my lips, the softest ever.

“I’ve nearly driven myself insane thinking about it over and over.”

He pushes the shirt up to my throat and pulls the material taut, restricting my airway.

“Imagining… Fantasising…”

My nipples pebble in the cool air and he blows on them to tease them into hard, needy peaks.

“I’ve been wondering how he took you.”

He takes a nipple between his teeth and toys with it before biting down hard. I cry out and he soothes the sting with his tongue.

“How you screamed.”

Still sucking my nipple, his hand skims south, over my hips and between my legs.

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