Axle's Brand (Death Chasers MC 3)

My finger traces over his lip scar again as I continue.

“Your scars don’t bother me, because they mean you went through hell and came out on the other side alive. Your scars tell a story. Your scars make you sexy because it means you could handle me without getting yourself killed in the process. I love your scars, because they mean you’re strong enough to withstand the worst in life. And my life is toxic. Dangerous. Constantly a snake pit. Even if you’re only in it temporarily.”

I blow out a breath, feeling his grip on my hair soften, and his hand on my ass caresses up to my back.

“I may not have the outward marks to prove it, but I’m scarred all over too, Axle. Mine are just hidden from sight, because life was hard for me in a different way. People tend to constantly die around me. I lost my family in less than a blink, and I was betrayed by my own brother. So yeah, your loyalty is sexy. Your scars are sexy. You are what turns me on, because I feel like you can survive me.”

His lips find mine in a flurry of motion, catching me by surprise, and my fingers dart up to tangle in his hair as he pushes me against the shower wall.

I moan into his mouth, and his tongue uses that to gain access. For a man who plays hard to get, he sure as hell knows how to kiss.

The thing about Axle is that he’s a constant presence that seems to surround me the closer he is. With him kissing me, pressing me against the wall, he feels like he’s burning me from the inside out.

It’s consuming.

That hard erection grinds against my stomach, which only has me holding back whimpers. This game of cat and mouse has gone on for far too long.

His grip on my hair becomes just shy of painful, because Axle does everything a little rougher. That fact alone has me ready to climb him.

His body is like a wall of lean muscle trapping me to him, as though he’s worried I’m going to change my mind and try to run away. He continues to kiss me stupid, and I reach between us, finally grabbing the smooth, tight skin of the part of his body I’ve been wanting for so long.

One of his hands trails down, and a surprised sound slips free from my mouth to his when he grabs my thigh and jerks it up around his hip. My other foot leaves the ground, and I scramble to wrap it around his waist for stability.

Both his hands go to my hips, supporting my weight with scary ease. I’m not sure how he manages to do it, but suddenly he’s thrusting in without warning.

My lips break apart from his as he pulls back and thrusts in harder, burying himself all the way inside me this time. It feels even better than I thought it would, because the size of him drags against my inner walls, touching every nerve-ending.

He seizes my mouth again with his, and I kiss him harder, hungrier, as he continues to drive in and out of me. One of his arms goes behind my back, and his other hand hits the wall beside my head as his thrusts get even harder.

My ankles cross behind his back, forcing his drives to grow shallower, but he still finds a way to grind that pelvis of his against me in the perfect way.

It happens so fast that I don’t feel it sneaking up on me until the force of the orgasm is crackling over my body, leaving behind a wave of tingles as my entire body shudders and I cry out.

He drinks down my sounds, still rapidly thrusting in and out, until I’m struggling to keep my limp legs strapped around his waist.

He drops me suddenly, pushing me down until my feet hit the floor, as he breaks the kiss simultaneously. I’m swaying, half dazed and half drunk on the awesome orgasm, when he spins me around, forcing my hands to come up and slam against the shower wall.

The confusion of his actions is temporary when he grabs my hips, lifts me up and thrusts in from behind. I moan from the sensation, and he lowers me back down to my tiptoes, still clutching one of my hips to anchor me to him. His other hand grabs my hair and roughly angles my head to the side so that his lips can come back down on mine, stealing all my sounds again.

His pace quickens, and with the ferocity in his rhythm, I struggle to keep myself pushed back from the wall. I feel like I’ve somehow unleashed the beast, but I’m not complaining.

Axle is all sharp edges and rough finesse. He’s too hard to be a soft guy, which makes him everything I’ve always needed and wanted. There’s nothing gentle about him, so I’m surprised when he thrusts in one last time, grunting his release, and his kiss turns almost reverent.