Chapter 2
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A shiver runs up my spine, and his grip on my hips tightens, and Lexa, my horny hussy of a wolf, urges me to do as he says.
“What will it be? Am I carrying you out, kicking and screaming?”
I turn in his grip to face him.
After the scolding I received from my father today, I needed to burn off some of this fury boiling in my veins, so what would it matter if I fooled around with the Alpha? Tomorrow, I would just reject him and be done with him, and no one here has to die because I refused him.
No one has to know, and despite my better judgment, I want to get back at my father more than I want to escape this man. I’ve wasted my entire life training for a position that will never be mine. So, what better way to say “f**k you” than to screw his most prominent rival?
“You will do no such thing. He is ours,” Lexa growls in my head at the mere thought of me rejecting him.
Alpha Axton leans into me, and instead of cringing away, I enjoy the sparks that rush across my skin, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing closer to him.
“I knew you couldn’t resist the pull,” he purrs, dipping his face closer.
His lips brush mine, and for a second, I am overwhelmed by his scent; my entire body clenches as he pulls me flush against him, his tongue delving between my lips as he grinds himself against me. Time stops, and I fight the urge to tug him back to me when he finally pulls away.
Stupid bond! I curse at myself.
“Let’s get out of here?” he says, squeezing my ass.
His fingers slip under the hem of the short dress I am wearing. It is so short, my father would choke on his spit if he saw the scandalous outfit I’m wearing. I grab his hand from off my backside before his fingers explore further, and I hold his hand; his eyes flicker dangerously to his wolf at the notion.
“Come on then, I have a room upstairs,” he tells me, and I chew my lip, yet the pull to follow my mate, no matter how much I know I should run from this man, is too overwhelming. My wolf wants him, even if I don’t. Her hunger for her mate urges me to keep following him.
She is frenzied and wild with the need to claim and mark him. Whining in my head loudly and trying to force control. My skin itches with her need to be set free, and it appears he is struggling with his own wolf because the moment we step into the elevator and the doors close, his hands are on me.
Alpha Axton pushes me against the cool metal wall, his lips crashing hard and hungrily against mine. A breathy moan escapes me as his tongue delves between my lips, tasting every inch of my mouth as if he is trying to possess me.
His fingers tangle in my hair, tugging it hard, forcing my head back as his lips nip and lick down my neck, his canines grazing my skin, causing my skin to prickle with heat, stopping at the base of my neck. He sucks on the spot where his mark should lie.
“Axton,” I breathe, my voice coming out more of a whiny moan than a demand for him not to sink his teeth into my tender flesh.
He ignores me, running his tongue across the spot, and I grip his hair, tugging his face away, only to see his wolf’s dark, demonic, cold eyes staring back at me.
Axton smirks, his tongue poking out between his perfect teeth as his eyes return to their normal glowing silver. He smiles seductively, leaning closer and pressing his entire body flush against mine.
“You can’t mark me,” I whisper, trying to fight my wolf from coming forward. She isn’t having it. Lexa wants her mate, and she doesn’t care who he is; she certainly doesn’t care that Father will kill us for such a betrayal.
Axton growls. “I’m not scared of your father, Elena. I will be claiming you. You’re mine,” he purrs, pressing closer until there is no room left between us, nowhere for me to escape.
His hand moves from my hip up to my throat. His fingers grip my jaw, turning my face to the side. He runs his tongue across my skin.
“You will be mine, and mine only,” he whispers, nipping at my neck. “Mine in every way. No one will dare take you from me, not even your father. And I will kill them if they try.”
Yet telling him no would do me no good. He clearly doesn’t care who my father is, and I know my wolf will allow it. So, instead, I run my hands up his broad chest beneath his shirt. Marveling at the feel of the hard lines of muscle my fingertips trace. He purrs, licking my skin, and I pray the elevator hurries up. My prayer is answered when the elevator pings and the doors open.
Axton groans, annoyed, looking at the doors before looking back at me, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he tugs me out toward his hotel room.
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