7. A Night With Axel

Awareness buzzed between us as we made our goodbyes to the children, and Axel canceled the movie we were to watch. Even as anxious as we were to get somewhere with privacy, Axel’s well-bred manners would not allow him to have someone waiting to begin the film for us.

There were more than a few knowing glances among the omegas in their part of the compound as Axel made an excuse about being tired after the game.

They knew it was a lie.

We would not be resting once Axel took me to his suite. I, for one, could not wait. It felt as if we had been dancing around our electric chemistry since the very day we had met.

Since our first date, the picnic, there had been a handful of kisses, yet never time for more. All it did was ramp up the sexual tension between us.

Though I was skilled in the carnal arts—time in the military will do that—I required a connection to a person, regardless of gender, before I could take things further. Sexual attraction only came from knowing them first, finding things in common, having feelings for them.

I had a lot of feelings for Axel. Likely more than I was willing to admit, considering my time with the pack would be short and our future… there were too many unknowns. Not taking this chance with Axel would leave me with my life’s biggest regret. That I knew with certainty.

Shifters moved out of our way as we rushed to the main house, Axel’s hand firmly in mine.

Aware he might be expending too much energy, I pushed magic into him, giving him a boost. His color brightened, and he tossed a grateful smile my way.

Energy renewed, he took advantage of that by twisting our positions as soon as we were behind the door of his suite. I did not have time to see the room I was in before my back met the wall and Axel’s mouth covered mine.

From our first kiss, I became addicted to his taste. The feel of his body against mine had a surge of arousal flowing through me. This first full experience with Axel would not be a drawn-out affair. My body ached for him.

“Bedroom,” Axel demanded as he broke the kiss. “We need to be naked for this.”

I paused our journey to his bed. “What do you want?”

Axel hesitated, and I nearly ended it all. I would not be with an unwilling or reluctant participant. He would be fully and enthusiastically consenting or it would not happen.

“What do you like?” Was there a glimmer of fear in his eyes?

I raised a hand to brush the hair from his forehead and then caressed his cheek. “I have to admit, my position in the army has had me playing the part of the more dominant partner. If this is an issue for you—“

“No!” he interrupted. “I like both, but with you, I’d be happy to bottom.” A trace of a smile clung to his full lips. They were slightly kiss swollen, and I hoped I’d soon see them wrapped around my cock.

“Well, in that case, I’d like you to strip and get on the bed.”

“How about I get on my knees for you instead?”

The heat had returned to Axel’s expression. It wiped away any hint of worry I had about going further.

Stepping away, I pulled my tunic over my head, my amulet snagged in the cloth.

“This is beautiful,” Axel said as he untangled it to hang correctly around my neck. “Do you want to keep it on?”

In answer, I removed it, dropping it to land on my tunic.

Axel gazed at my bare chest. His breathing picked up, and I caught sight of his arousal. He was straining the fabric of his jeans.

He dropped to his knees, pulled my leggings down, and took in the sight of me, hard and leaking at just a look from him.

“What’s this?” He stroked a finger over the tattoo on the skin of the crease of my groin.

“Later. I need you to touch me.”

“I am touching you.” Axel laughed quietly. His breath over my cock was torture.

“Suck me,” I ordered, my voice coming out gravelly.

With one hand around my length, Axel licked from root to tip. I let my moans fall free. He spent some time exploring the head and slit with his tongue before working more of me into his mouth.

His eyes caught mine as his nose met my neat curls at my groin. The heat and humor in them had me cursing. He looked so amazing on his knees, those pretty lips sucking on my cock, I feared I might orgasm on the spot.

“Get on the bed.”

Axel came off my cock, wiped his mouth with a grin, then stood. He peeled himself out of his clothes slowly, allowing me to enjoy each new expanse of skin he revealed. I was going to enjoy exploring every inch of lean muscle.

He took my hand and walked backwards to the bed, stopping at the foot to kiss me. Our bodies brushed together, making each of us groan at the friction.

I broke away this time, to push him back. He fell onto the mattress with a laugh, then shuffled back to lie with his head on the pillows. He reached for a bottle on the nightstand and set it at his hip.

“Lube,” he explained. “Unfortunately, I can’t make slick.”

“Ah.” Only omegas made slick. This I knew, however, the information had dropped from my head the second Axel had dropped his underwear. He was too gloriously naked and all mine for rational thought.

Climbing onto the bed, I hovered over him. After a delicious kiss where our tongues explored each other, I took my time learning all his sensitive spots until Axel was crying out in desperation.

“Get me ready!” he cried out. “And… fuck… I can’t… you need to do something to silence all these fuckers in my head.”

My lips quirked against his thigh. “The pack link?” I guessed.

“Yes. And my fucking twin can hear us in the hallway.” He was too precious. His cheeks flamed with embarrassment.

“Alright.” I made a motion with my hand, which wrapped us in a bubble. No one would be able to hear a thing and the pack link, his twin link, and family one all went silent.

“Fuck, yes.” He tossed the bottle at me. “Here! I need you to open me up before I blow.”

Sensing he really was on the edge, I took the bottle and slicked up my fingers. With a careful motion, I pressed my forefinger inside him, pursued by my middle finger soon after. I tried to focus on my task, but the heat and tight muscles inside Axel hypnotized me. All I wanted to do was cover my cock in this lube liquid and press inside him.

“Hurry up!” he panted. “I don’t need much prep.”

“I do not wish to harm you.”

“You won’t. I promise.”

Despite his demands, I worked another finger into him before I deemed him ready. I got on my knees, pushed his thighs back so he was open to me, and coated my length in the fluid. It was strange and cold. I would need to introduce Axel to elven slick.

As I inched inside his hot body, I grunted at the feeling of him squeezing me. I smoothed my hands over his flank, waiting as he relaxed around my cock.

The pace I set once he was ready was slow. Our bodies moved together, undulating and creating a circuit of pleasure. I kissed him deeply, wrapping one arm under his ass, the other at the back of his neck, keeping him at the perfect angle as I swallowed all the beautiful sounds he made for me.

My name was a benediction on his lips as I picked up the pace. My cock was angled perfectly to brush over his prostate, bringing whimpers out of Axel.

He clung to me as he cried out and came over his stomach, his spend slick between our bodies.

I kept pumping into his body and bit back my shout as I came inside him.

We lay there, unmoving for a few minutes, as we caught our breath. Then, unwillingly, I withdrew from his body.

Axel reached for me as I left the bed in search of the bathroom. I wanted to be the one to clean him up.

“Over there,” he pointed in the direction of a closed door.

I returned to his side with a damp cloth in one hand and a warm, dry one in the other. After wiping him down and drying the pale skin, I checked I was not too rough. His sexual history was unknown to me, so I did not know how long it had been since he had allowed a man to fuck him. We could not transmit diseases so it had not been necessary to discuss it. Thankfully, he seemed perfectly fine.

“Throw them over there and come here,” Axel said as he got himself comfortable under the sheets. He threw off the blanket we had made love on with a grimace. “Wet spot,” he explained.

Laughing, I did as I was bid and joined him in bed.

He came into my arms with a happy sigh. “Now, can you explain the tattoo?”

“Alright,” I agreed as I stroked his hair. All I wanted to do was keep touching him. I feared he was about to fall asleep. “Feel free to ask me in the morning. You can sleep if you are tired.”

“I want to know. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep if I don’t know. Everything about you fascinates me. I want to know all there is to know about you.”

“The feeling is mutual.” I took a moment to gather my thoughts. Although I wanted Axel to know I was a prince, telling him after we had just had sex for the first time was not a good idea.

“You know that I have served in the military.”

“Yeah. Is that where it’s from?”

“It is. As is customary, we all wear our family’s symbol on us. Usually in the form of the amulet I took off earlier. It is a way to identify us by house. Every house, or family, has a different owl, as they are the mark of our goddess. My family uses the snowy owl as its symbol. Hakeem, though we are distantly related, uses an eagle owl.”

“You’re related to Hakeem?” Axel asked in surprise.

“Truthfully, I am related to ívarr and Teagan, too.”

“Oh, wow.”

“Yes. So these emblems identify fallen soldiers. Unfortunately, the enemy knows this, so they often remove any trace of the house, making it harder to identify whoever has died. A long time ago, an elf discovered tattoos in the human world and took it back to us. We began to tattoo the house emblem on every soldier who enlisted, usually in a place that was easily hidden, so if they fall in battle, we can identify them later and give them a proper funeral.

“That’s…”

“I have complicated feelings towards it, too. It should not be necessary, but I am proud of my house and family, so I do not mind having the tattoo, just that it was deemed important.”

“Yeah, that’s a lot.” Axel was silent for a long time. “T?”

“Yes?”

“Please stay the night.”

“Dear one, I will stay all of your nights if you let me.”