Axel's Pup (28 page)

Hale was just someone who was best avoided. If that meant not responding despite provocation, Bayden could do that. And he would do that, because Bayden would be damned before he let worrying about a cop ruin his time with a man who was as unlike any human cop as it was possible for a man to be.

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By the time the pub closed for the night, Bayden had given up trying to anticipate what Axel intended to do with him. The last twenty-four hours hadn’t been anything like he’d predicted; Bayden didn’t have huge hopes for the next few hours being anything like he expected either.

He stopped just inside the door to Axel’s flat, alongside the chair.

Axel nodded his approval. “Yes.”

It only took Bayden a few moments to dispense with his clothes. He’d been hard ever since Axel growled in his ear, making sure Bayden knew exactly who he’d be submitting to. Bayden couldn’t help but hope that growl meant that what they did that night would be closer to the way he had imagined them being when he was alone in his room on the other side of town.

Axel headed straight for the bedroom. Lacking an order to do anything else, Bayden trailed along in his wake. He half-watched Axel strip himself down, trying to be subtle but unable to resist the opportunity to admire the lines of muscle and intricate tattoos being exposed on the other side of the room.

Completely nude, Axel sat on the bed, leaning back against the headboard and stretching his legs out in front of him. He looked across at Bayden.

The silence continued until Bayden had to break it. “Will you tell me what you want me to do, sir?”

“Whatever you want.”

Bayden froze, unable to move a muscle—even to blink.

“I did wonder if you’d spent so long forcing yourself not to care what someone ordered you to do during a bet, that you’d forgotten what it’s like to hope things will turn out the way you want them to.” Axel’s lips twitched into a crooked smile. “But last night, that wasn’t what you wanted, was it?”

“It wasn’t what you wanted either, sir,” Bayden realised. His heart raced as possibilities rushed through his mind, fear and hope twisting around each one.

“I wanted to see if part of you still remembered what it was like to want something.”

Bayden looked down.

“If you felt something, even if it was just annoyed with me for not giving you a better scene, that’s a good thing,” Axel promised. “And you did feel something, didn’t you?”

Bayden hesitated.

“Look up. Look at me.”

Bayden did as he was told. Axel’s expression was very serious.

“Sometimes submission isn’t about waiting for an order. It can just as easily be about taking a risk and admitting what you really want, even when you’re not sure that it will please your dom, or if it would be less embarrassing for you to pretend you only want what your dom wants.”

Bayden held Axel’s gaze through every word.

Axel pulled one knee up and rested an elbow on it. He looked so relaxed, so at ease with the whole world and his place in it. “I’ve seen you do things you hated lots of times. I’ve never known you to ask for anything from anyone.”

Bayden’s breath caught in his throat at the idea of doing anything of the sort.

“Tonight, I’ve only got one order for you,” Axel said. “Show me what you want. Ask for things to be how you’d want them to be, if you weren’t embarrassed to admit anything.”

“If you don’t want…” Bayden asked. “If I ask for something that your rules don’t…”

“I’ll let you know,” Axel said.

That answer didn’t help. But Axel was sitting there, waiting for him. And Axel hadn’t treated him any differently because he’d seen him in his wolf form, or because he annoyed the hell out of his friends. Ever since they’d met, Axel had been kind to him, even when he’d had no reason to be. And all Axel had asked for in return was his honesty and his submission.

And, when it came right down to it, Axel was Axel. He appealed to Bayden’s instincts just as much as he’d ever appealed to the logical or fair minded parts of his brain.

But, being honest about the way he wanted to show his submission to Axel… It would be the biggest risk he’d ever taken.

“If you want to go straight to sleep, that’s as valid a choice as any other,” Axel said.

Part of Bayden genuinely wanted that. Closing his eyes and hiding from admitting his own desires would be the easiest thing in the whole world. He took a deep breath. He wanted to run and hide, but it wasn’t what he wanted most of all. “Tell you what I want or show you what I want, sir?” Bayden asked.

“Show,” Axel chose.

Was that more embarrassing or not? Bayden didn’t have the words, least of all the right human words, but scraping up the courage to step forward and offer what he wasn’t sure would be well received went against every instinct he had regarding humans.

Axel didn’t say anything else. There was no order to hurry the hell up. There weren’t going to be any orders. If he was going to do this, Bayden would have to do it without any help. He slowly approached the bottom of the bed. What did he want to do? After the previous night, when he hadn’t been allowed to offer Axel anything, Bayden wanted to correct that—to please Axel properly.

Bayden’s mouth watered at the idea of being able to take Axel’s cock between his lips and work it without any kind of barrier in the way. He knelt on the edge of the mattress and, without ever making a conscious decision, began to crawl forward.

He hesitated at the edge of Axel’s space.

“You’re allowed as close as you like.”

Honesty. Keep nothing back. Do exactly what you want. Hide nothing. Bayden closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, he couldn’t look up at Axel.

One of Axel’s legs was still extended toward the bottom of the bed. Bayden pressed a kiss against the inside of his ankle, then another a few inches higher. He lapped gently at his skin between kisses, as he worked his way up Axel’s leg. There were no tattoos on the lower half of Axel’s body. The only decorations were the wiry blond hairs that tickled Bayden’s lips as he nuzzled Axel’s skin.

Axel didn’t move, didn’t speak.

Bayden could smell Axel’s arousal. Something about what he did was pleasing him, but Bayden didn’t rush to do what had the best chance of getting Axel off. He progressed inch by inch, his kisses as soft as he could make them. There were tiny freckles on the inside of Axel’s knee. Bayden lapped at them before moving higher.

Axel’s other leg was still bent up. As Bayden reached his thigh, he nudged his temple against the opposite ankle, silently begging for more room. Axel complied—possibly because he was already more than half-hard and was impatient for Bayden to get on with the damn blowjob.

Instinct told Bayden that he should just give Axel what he wanted, but the one order Axel had issued had been very clear. For whatever reason, Axel wanted to know what Bayden wanted for himself, and that meant rushing wasn’t an option.

Ignoring Axel’s cock, Bayden dipped his head lower to nuzzle against Axel’s balls. He ran his tongue over the short blond hairs that densely covered Axel’s sac. Axel shifted his legs further apart. That was all the encouragement Bayden needed. He worked his mouth against every inch of Axel’s balls, kissing and licking until his lips were sensitive and tingling with pleasure.

He took each testicle into his mouth in turn. Murmuring his pleasure at being allowed to taste Axel that way, he let Axel hear and feel his gratitude at the same time. Yes, gratitude. Bayden’s cock was so hard he thought he might go insane from frustration. His whole body ached with pent up desire. But the emotion that overrode everything else was gratitude.

Merely being allowed to linger in Axel’s presence and work alongside him in the bar was a privilege. Being there in Axel’s bed, with his lips tingling from the pleasure of exploring Axel’s body, was a pleasure he’d never really believed he’d experience, and there was nothing he wouldn’t do to thank Axel for it.

Bayden had no idea how long he spent glorying in being allowed to worship Axel’s balls. He only turned his attention to Axel’s cock when the temptation became impossible to resist. The scent of Axel’s arousal had increased until, to a werewolf’s senses, it was so intense it was almost heady.

Bayden whimpered as he took the tip of Axel’s cock into his mouth and tasted his pre-cum for the first time. His own erection throbbed in time with his pulse, but that wasn’t important. As much as he would have loved to come, what he needed was Axel’s orgasm.

It took all of Bayden’s self-control to slow himself down. There would be no rushing. He wanted to savour every second and be able to play it back in his mind, over and over again for the rest of his life. Rushing would mean lying about that.

Axel’s hand came to rest on the back of his head. Bayden glanced up. He expected Axel’s grip to tighten, for him to take control of his movements and force his cock deeper into his mouth, but Axel simply rested his hand in his hair.

“That’s good, pup.” It was murmured so softly, it was just on the edge of Bayden’s hearing.

Bayden cautiously bobbed his head, working his tongue against Axel’s shaft. Axel made no attempt to stop him from doing that tonight.

“That’s right,” Axel whispered, his voice deep and rough with desire. “Look up, let me see you.”

Bayden tried to do as Axel ordered. It wasn’t easy. He was sure far too much showed in his expression. One glance into his eyes, and Axel would know exactly how much he loved servicing him that way. Bayden threw caution to the wind and met Axel’s gaze anyway—unable to keep anything back from a man who deserved his complete respect. It was the exact opposite of facing a man in a bet, or facing a cop who hated wolves on principle. It was far more frightening than both put together.

Axel rocked his hips, a tiny movement, as if he was trying to keep it back, but couldn’t.

Bayden began to dip his head lower and move his mouth more quickly around Axel’s cock. His desperation to taste Axel’s orgasm was intense. He tossed every trick he knew into the ring. Unable to take all of Axel’s cock in his mouth, he tilted his head to a different angle and welcomed Axel into his throat.

Whimpering and moaning around his shaft, Bayden begged for Axel’s orgasm with sounds and vibrations.

Axel’s hand remained gentle on the back of Bayden’s neck until the very last moment. Axel tossed his head back, gasping for breath, as if his pleasure suddenly overloaded his body. His grip on Bayden’s hair turned tight and perfect. He held Bayden’s head still as he came into his mouth.

His cum spilled directly onto Bayden’s tongue. Bayden swallowed rapidly, joyfully taking everything Axel had refused to give him the night before. He moaned his pleasure around Axel’s cock as he finally got to taste him.

All too soon, Axel’s shaft began to soften. Axel released Bayden’s hair, but he didn’t push him away.

Cautious, not sure how sensitive Axel might be after his orgasm, Bayden delicately licked Axel clean of any trace of the blowjob before retreating. Crawling backwards, he left Axel’s bed by the same route he’d entered it.

He didn’t look in Axel’s direction until he once more stood, hard and still desperate to come, at the foot of the bed.

Axel stood up. Bayden tensed. Wolves weren’t the only species that liked to make it clear who had won and who’d lost a challenge. A lot of humans had a habit of lashing out as they came down from their orgasm. If Axel was disappointed in him, he had every right to make that clear.

Axel joined him at the bottom of the bed.

Bayden kept his gaze down until Axel tucked a knuckle under his chin.

Axel brushed his mouth against Bayden’s. He hadn’t used a condom when he sucked Axel off. Axel had to taste himself in Bayden’s mouth, but that didn’t stop him from deepening the kiss. Slow, lethargic and full of afterglow, Axel kissed as if he was in no rush at all—a real kiss that held nothing back. Bayden moaned his relief against Axel’s mouth.

He didn’t manage an entire thought until Axel left him alone in the bedroom when he went into the en-suite.

Bayden took a deep breath. The risk had paid off. He closed his eyes and relished that knowledge for several seconds. By the time Axel returned to the room, Bayden had pulled himself together, even if he suspected that his cheeks were still flushed with both pleasure and a touch of embarrassment.

He paused at the bathroom door when Axel indicated it was his turn. “Sir, is it okay if I…?”

“Jack off?” Axel asked, amusement lending warmth to the words.

Bayden shook his head. “My clothes. Am I allowed to wash them ready for tomorrow?”

Axel seemed surprised by the question. He shook his head. “There’s no need. You can get more from your place tomorrow.”

“I wasn’t asking—”

“You were right to mention it,” Axel cut in.

There didn’t seem to be anything else to say.

When Bayden returned to the bedroom a few minutes later, Axel was already in bed. He nodded to the other side of the bed, giving permission for Bayden to sleep there again, even after he’d come close to clambering on top of Axel in his sleep the previous night.

Bayden couldn’t just remain silent. “Thank you, sir.” He rushed the words out and prayed that Axel wouldn’t ask for an explanation to go with them. He didn’t ask. He just smiled at him before he switched off the light. He looked happy. Bayden smiled into the darkness. He liked it when Axel was happy.

The hail pelted down against the kitchen window, hard enough to rattle the glass. But, as soon as Axel spotted a movement in the window pane’s reflection, he lost all interest in watching the storm.

Bayden halted in the kitchen doorway.

Axel continued to face the window, waiting to see what Bayden might do. Nothing. A full minute passed, and Bayden didn’t move a muscle.

“I know you’re there,” Axel said.

Bayden still didn’t step forward or say anything.

Axel left his phone on the kitchen counter and turned to face Bayden.

“I texted everyone to let them know the club’s not riding this morning—not in this.” Axel nodded toward the window. “We’ll ride later if the worst of it clears.”