helped her pull it over his head and then watched in amusement as she continued to undress him. Axel stood before her completely bare and waited as she perused him from head to toe, lightly running her fingers over his body. His cat was urging him to mate her, claim her, make her theirs in every way possible, but he held the beast at bay as she did her exploring.
“Lie down on the bed,” she said, pointing at the mattress.
He would play her game for the moment. He stretched out, folding his hands behind his head. The bed dipped at Amelia clambered up beside him, then she straddled him and all his thoughts flew south. His cock twitched at the thought of her warm, wet pussy, but she didn’t take him inside of her, much to his chagrin.
Amelia leaned down and pressed her lips to his. The soft, plush feel of her succulent lips had him threading his fingers through her hair to hold her closer. Her mouth moved against his, caressing, teasing. When he felt the flick of her tongue, he opened, letting her in. Her taste exploded on his tongue and he groaned as he deepened the kiss. She was intoxicating and Axel wasn’t sure he’d ever get enough of her.
As Amelia kissed him, with a passion he’d never felt before, he gripped her hips, lifted her, and then lowered her onto his aching cock. She encased him like a glove and he felt like he’d come home. Her hands braced on his shoulders, she sat up and rode him. Axel had always been in control, but as Amelia’s body rose and fell above him, he realized that perhaps he’d been missing out. Or maybe it was just the fact he was with Amelia that made the moment so perfect.
Their bodies slapped together as she pushed both of them toward orgasm; sweat coated them. Axel reached between them and pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing it in small, tight circles. Her breathing came out harsh and frantic as she rode him harder. As he pinched her clit, she cried out—a long, keening cry. Her pussy convulsed around his cock and Axel gave a shout as he emptied inside of her.
Amelia collapsed onto his chest, panting for breath.
“Do I smell like you now?” she asked.
He sniffed at her, making her giggle. “Definitely. Although I probably should have bitten you too, just to make sure.”
“No biting. I think the ink is enough.”
“Let’s get showered. And take care of that tattoo of yours. I think I have some A&D ointment in the bathroom.”
“If I let you take care of me, will you feed me after? I was too nervous to eat before the mission earlier, and now I’m starving.”
He kissed her softly. “I’ll feed you.”
Axel liked the idea of taking care of Amelia, perhaps a little too much. He couldn’t afford to get soft, not if he wanted to keep his position in the M.C. But maybe it would be okay to be soft with Amelia, and only with her. He could show her a side of himself he’d kept buried most of his life. Only his mother had ever seen that side of him. Maybe taking a mate wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Chapter Six
Amelia’s heart hammered in her chest as she stared at the two Hispanic men from the Black Death M.C. Her father’s men. There was a coldness in their eyes, as if their very souls had withered up and died ages ago, leaving nothing but an empty killing machine. She wanted to grip Axel’s hand, hell maybe even Crimson’s, just to have something to anchor her and make her feel safe. Despite the amount of firepower to the rear of her as the M.C. stood behind them, she felt like something was going to go horribly wrong.
“Your father sent us to bring you home.” The man cracked his knuckles. “So pack your shit and let’s go.”
Axel growled.
“I’m not going with you,” Amelia said. “I’m mated. My father, a man I didn’t even know was alive until last night, has no say over what I do with my life. If he wants to see me, he can come here. I’m not leaving Ashton Grove. Especially not without my mate.”
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“Lie down on the bed,” she said, pointing at the mattress.
He would play her game for the moment. He stretched out, folding his hands behind his head. The bed dipped at Amelia clambered up beside him, then she straddled him and all his thoughts flew south. His cock twitched at the thought of her warm, wet pussy, but she didn’t take him inside of her, much to his chagrin.
Amelia leaned down and pressed her lips to his. The soft, plush feel of her succulent lips had him threading his fingers through her hair to hold her closer. Her mouth moved against his, caressing, teasing. When he felt the flick of her tongue, he opened, letting her in. Her taste exploded on his tongue and he groaned as he deepened the kiss. She was intoxicating and Axel wasn’t sure he’d ever get enough of her.
As Amelia kissed him, with a passion he’d never felt before, he gripped her hips, lifted her, and then lowered her onto his aching cock. She encased him like a glove and he felt like he’d come home. Her hands braced on his shoulders, she sat up and rode him. Axel had always been in control, but as Amelia’s body rose and fell above him, he realized that perhaps he’d been missing out. Or maybe it was just the fact he was with Amelia that made the moment so perfect.
Their bodies slapped together as she pushed both of them toward orgasm; sweat coated them. Axel reached between them and pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing it in small, tight circles. Her breathing came out harsh and frantic as she rode him harder. As he pinched her clit, she cried out—a long, keening cry. Her pussy convulsed around his cock and Axel gave a shout as he emptied inside of her.
Amelia collapsed onto his chest, panting for breath.
“Do I smell like you now?” she asked.
He sniffed at her, making her giggle. “Definitely. Although I probably should have bitten you too, just to make sure.”
“No biting. I think the ink is enough.”
“Let’s get showered. And take care of that tattoo of yours. I think I have some A&D ointment in the bathroom.”
“If I let you take care of me, will you feed me after? I was too nervous to eat before the mission earlier, and now I’m starving.”
He kissed her softly. “I’ll feed you.”
Axel liked the idea of taking care of Amelia, perhaps a little too much. He couldn’t afford to get soft, not if he wanted to keep his position in the M.C. But maybe it would be okay to be soft with Amelia, and only with her. He could show her a side of himself he’d kept buried most of his life. Only his mother had ever seen that side of him. Maybe taking a mate wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Chapter Six
Amelia’s heart hammered in her chest as she stared at the two Hispanic men from the Black Death M.C. Her father’s men. There was a coldness in their eyes, as if their very souls had withered up and died ages ago, leaving nothing but an empty killing machine. She wanted to grip Axel’s hand, hell maybe even Crimson’s, just to have something to anchor her and make her feel safe. Despite the amount of firepower to the rear of her as the M.C. stood behind them, she felt like something was going to go horribly wrong.
“Your father sent us to bring you home.” The man cracked his knuckles. “So pack your shit and let’s go.”
Axel growled.
“I’m not going with you,” Amelia said. “I’m mated. My father, a man I didn’t even know was alive until last night, has no say over what I do with my life. If he wants to see me, he can come here. I’m not leaving Ashton Grove. Especially not without my mate.”
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