Luna
Axel opens the door of the cage and steps inside, holding out a hand to me. I don’t want to touch him, especially because both of us are in our human skin, and being so near to him only reminds me of the last time we were together without clothes between us. I avert my eyes and shake my head.
“Luna, come on,” he says. “I just bargained to set you free. You can’t mean to stay here.”
He’s right, but I’m not happy about it. He sees my hesitation and steps back, giving me a good amount of space so I can step out of the cage without touching him.
“Good,” he says when I’m out. “Now let’s get to my truck before they capture us both.”
Without warning, he scoops me up over his shoulder and takes off. I cling to his neck, afraid he’ll drop me if I let go. I don’t want to go home with him, but I’m not staying with the horrible monsters who stole me away from my loves, either. As soon as I’m able, I can escape to the only place I can truly call home.
I want to be with the triplets.
Axel sets me gently in the front seat, leaning around me to buckle the belt across my lap. His thick shoulder brushes my bare nipple, and it hardens against him. I suck in a breath, shocked by the ripple of pleasure his touch brings. I don’t want it, though. His pleasure comes with too high a price.
Axel swallows and leans back slowly, his eyes searching mine. I turn my face away and cross my arms to hide my jutting nipples. He closes the door and starts around the truck. This is my chance. If he takes me back to his house, he might not let me leave, and I don’t want to make Callan come get me again, not after the triplets told me that the pack wants them dead.
The second Axel turns the corner to the driver’s side, I yank open the door handle and bolt into the swamp. My feet squish through the sodden ground as I race across the landscape. I will make it back to my men, make sure the vampires didn’t hurt them.
I hear a curse and footsteps behind me. I run faster, my heart racing as he chases me through the swamp. I don’t want to go anywhere with him. I want to be with Callan, Warrick, and Ethan-they’re the wolves I consider my pack now. If they think I’m dead, it will break their hearts. I have to tell them I’m okay.
I hear Axel getting closer, and I put on a burst of speed, but I don’t have time to stop and shift. The next second, Axel catches me from behind,
his arm wrapping around me.
“Let me go,” I scream as he hauls me off my feet.
When he sets me in the front seat of his truck again, he stands like a tree in the door, blocking my way out. “I can do this all fucking night,” he says. “You can run, and I can catch you.”
My nostrils flare as I regard him. He’s right. I’m wholly famished and weak with hunger. I need food, water, and a long sleep after being unable to lie down in the cage.
But first, I’ve got to get back to my men.
I wait, breathing hard, as he backs around the front of his truck, keeping me pinned to the seat with his gaze. Once he’s inside the cab, he fires up the engine and takes off.
That’s when I make my move, flinging open the front door and pitching my body out. I fall onto the sand and dirt road, scraping my shoulder. I quickly shift and take off, limping slightly from my injured limb.
I hear Axel shout, and the truck skids to a stop, but I’m deep in the underbrush before he has a chance to exit the driver’s side door.
The scent of the swamp lures me toward its watery oasis, so I put on more speed. I long to disappear into the misty wetlands, hide for a while, and find my way back to the triplets. Thoughts of them are the only thing that’s keeping me going. A few minutes later, a large black wolf rockets
through the marsh, sinks his fangs into the ruff of my neck and takes me to the ground with the force of his attack. With his teeth clenched tightly against my fur and flesh, he secures me to the damp earth with his forepaws.
I’m so weak my struggle must seem pathetic. I can feel his body on top of mine, and something exciting and confusing ripples through me. I’m not scared of him, even though he hurt me before. I know, somehow, that he won’t hurt me again. That even though I’m pinned to the ground, I have some sort of power over him. I don’t like the confusing sensations rolling through my body, so I snarl, snap, and writhe beneath his bulk, digging my claws and teeth into whatever I can get my paws on.
Axel shifts suddenly, still pressing me to the ground beneath his forearm.
I shift, too, and suddenly our hot skin is pressed together. We’re both panting from the run and the struggle, and even though I hate him for what he did, I feel a stir of hunger in between my legs when I feel his cock pressed to my thigh. His length begins to stir and harden, and as I stare into his eyes, I feel my heat throbbing with desire. The energy between us shimmers like hot coals, waiting to erupt into flames.
Axel’s tongue darts out and wets his lips, and my thighs clench at the memory of that tongue stroking my heat until I exploded. I want more. I
don’t think about anything, just spread my legs and shift my hips so he’s between them. He sucks in a breath when his rigid cock meets my sensitive flesh. I gasp, too, rocking my hips against him in a desperate attempt to ease the ache growing inside me.
“Luna,” he growls. “What are you doing?”
I rock my hips faster, grinding against him, wild with need. “Help me,” I whimper.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, pushing up on his hands and watching me wriggle and writhe and buck under him. “You’re soaked. Did being chased turn you on?”
His words bring back the reason for this, and I give him a forceful shove. He doesn’t budge. He’s staring down at my open thighs, his cock against the wet heat between.
“Why is your pussy shaved?” he asks quietly.
“Get off,” I yell. I shove him again, and this time, he willingly rolls from my body, though he’s far too strong to be moved by the force of my little push. His swollen erection bobs between his legs, and I nearly buckle at the sight. I want him so bad it aches in my blood, my bones, my wolf. I never had these feelings before leaving the swamp, and I don’t know how to keep them from controlling me.