Alpha On The Hunt Chapter 12 âItâs fine. I am playing around. But if you want my scent, I am right here.â he smiles at me, showing all his pearly white teeth and I roll my eyes.
âIf youâre here you might as well take advantage of the bond, El. I definitely wonât complain if you want to scent me.â he teases before chuckling. He pats his chest and I look at him, my eyes tracing over the tattoos that are on his left pec and shoulder.
âDonât you dare!â Lexa growls at me, but what would it hurt, besides I know I would sleep better and I hardly sleep with the boys. One night couldnât hurt, right?
âAre you trying to send us into heat?â Lexa growls angrily.
âIâm breastfeeding!â I tell her, annoyed at her dramatics, besides, he is our mate.
âWe are too close. You are asking for trouble,â she warns, yet I purse my lips, fighting temptation, the bond yearning for its mate.
âEI?â Axton laughs softly. âCome on, you know you want to.â he smiles, his eyes flickering to Khan and I feel the bond tug at Lexa who sighs giving in and as soon as she lets go of the restraint I didnât realize she is holding in a death grip, I all but throw myself at him. It was like a someone a pulled back a slingshot and the moment she let go I was launched at him, very embarrassingly so.
The bond flares at the offer and I didnât realize how much Lexa was suppressing the bond until she let her control go of the control I didnât know she had. Axton makes an oomph sound as I crush him and my face flames, making me wish the bed would open up and swallow me.
Instantly I go to move off him, but his arm snakes around my waist, pulling me back and tucking me closer. âStop, I know itâ s the bond. Youâre not the only one fighting it, El.â Axton murmurs before pulling my arm across his waist. I settle against him, tossing my leg over him, only for him to grip my thigh and drag my leg higher.
âBut letâs not test my self-control too much,â Axton growls when I feel his lips press to my forehead. I yawn, his scent enveloping me and the bond finally settles, while exhaustion sweeps over me like a tsunami.
âI donât like this. We shouldnât be this close.â Lexa murmurs, yet I can feel she is relishing in his scent and the feel of his overly warm, skin.
My eyes close and I feel my face fall slack as my entire body turns to putty as sleep takes me.
âThis is how it should have been from the start,â Axton whispers just before I pass out.
The sun beaming through the slight gap in the heavy drapes wakes me. I groan, the light making my eyes flutter to find I am still laying on Axton. I sluggishly try to find the reason why I have awoken, yet the boys I can see on the tiny monitor on the bedside table next to Axton are fast asleep.
âI warned you, I warned you, but you never listen to reason.â Lexa huffs. I sit up, wondering what she is talking about.
âWhy did you wake me?â I growl at her, lifting my head off Axtonâs chest. I admire his resting face, like this I could almost forget why I am fighting the bond. He looks peaceful, and my eyes roam over his face, taking in every part of it, from his long lashes, lashes I wish I had. Down his straight nose to his full lips. He is handsome.
âYeah until he opens his mouth, and his attitude ruins everything.â Lexa mumbles.
âHe was fine last night, and I had the best sleep.â I yawn, looking at his tattoos on his chest.
I peer down, finding I drooled all over him and I gasp. I wipe my mouth, mortified, while my stomach cramps viciously. Trying not to wake him, my hands hover over his chest, wanting to wipe it off before he notices I caused a puddle on his chest. I swipe my hand over it, only smearing it more and he moans at touch while I grit my teeth knowing if I keep touching him the bond will wake him.
âCrap, I need some tissues.â I hiss at Lexa, my eyes scan the room to see a tissue box sitting on his desk. I carefully remove my leg from across his waist and slowly pull the blanket back. Axton stirs and I climb out of bed, wondering why I feel wet.
Sneaking out of bed, I creep toward the desk and pluck some tissues out when I feel something warm trickle down my leg, making me stop dead in my tracks. âPlease be pee, please be pee.â I squeeze my eyes shut. Glancing down, Axtonâs boxer shorts are drenched in blood, and I swear the blood drains from my face.
Looking at the bed, I see Axtonâs clothes are ruined and so is his bed. It looks like a massacre took place in the bed.
âA massacre of your uterus lining!â
âLexa⦠What do I do?â I panic.
âWell for one, I think youâll need more than tissues, you might as well give him your uterus you shredded most of it on him anyway,â Lexa growls at me while I stare in horror.
âBut Iâm breastfeeding.â is all my mind conjures up.
âI told you not to get too close and now, in a few days, youâll set your damn heat in motion!â Lexa snarls when he stirs; he pats the bed, where I was lying, rolling over and straight into the ruined mess I made of his bed.
I gasp, wanting to erase last night, or go back and choose the couch. Anything as he sits up. Shame washes through me, and tears prick my eyes. What have I done? Axton grumbles, lurching upright and my eyes widen impossibly more when I see him lift his hand, which is drenched in blood.
âElena?â Axton murmurs, half asleep, and staring at his hand in confusion.
âWhat the fuck! Elena?â Axton jumps up in a panic. Unable to face him, I rush for his bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking the door.