Axes & O’s

27. Nathan

Chapter 27

Nathan

Fuck, I feel great. Not just because I had one of the best kisses of my life, one that’s still tingling on my lips and lingering on my tongue, but because I’m finally just allowing myself to be… me .

I want to laugh, cry, or maybe both. Because I thought I knew myself. I thought I understood who I was and was okay with it. Until now.

Now…now I feel entirely different and yet the same. I’m Nathan two-point-oh, and it’s all because of Fox and Morgan.

“Nathan,” Fox says quietly as we reach the closed bedroom door.

The way he says my name has goosebumps fanning out over my arms as I stop behind him. There’s no light on in the hallway, so I can’t see him well—mostly the outline of his tall form. But the dominating nature of him makes me shiver, and the phantom touch from his fingers on my neck itch as if the skin is begging for him to touch me like that again.

“Yes?” I ask.

Fox takes a small step forward so his lips brush the shell of my ear. My breath catches in my throat at his nearness, and arousal heats my body. He runs his nose over my sensitive skin, his beard tickling me as he does. “How far do you want to take this?”

My hands flex at my sides, wanting to reach out and touch him, to feel more of his skin beneath mine. To trace his tattoos and learn the strong yet soft lines of him .

I swallow. “How far do you want to take this?”

A low and quiet chuckle brushes against my ear, and my cock twitches from the devilish sound, one that promises so many dirty things. “I’ll take it further than you think is possible, Nathan.” He nips at my ear, and my body quakes.

I think of the contraption I saw yesterday and wonder if he’d strap me to that. Being tied up like that would be another first for me, and the anticipation of what I’d allow myself to do, where I’d be willing to go for him, for Morgan—it’s a beautiful yet frightening thought. But I can’t find it within myself to think any of it is wrong, not anymore.

Fox nips my ear playfully, but this time, his bite is harder. I gasp and automatically thrust my hips forward, my groin connecting with his. He’s hard, very hard, and now, all I can imagine is sinking to my knees right here in this hallway, his tattooed hand gripping my hair and making me take him until I physically can’t anymore.

“Do you want that, Nathan?”

Blood pounds in my ears, and I nod at the same time I speak. “I do.”

A low grumble erupts from his chest, an answering purr of satisfaction. “We’re going to make my wife feel good together. Do you understand?”

My thoughts shift from me on my knees to Morgan on all fours, her plump ass in the air with my cock sliding in and out of that beautiful pussy. My dick turns to steel, and I lick my lips. “I understand.”

He pulls back, his fingers holding my chin as I’m discovering he likes to do. My eyes have adjusted to the dark enough that I can see his lips as he speaks. “I want to see your wolf come out, Nathan. Make my wife beg for you.”

I lift my chin up in his grasp and put my shoulders back. “My wolf?” I ask curiously .

His head tilts forward, and he places a soft kiss on my lips. My body wants to melt into his, to taste him again like I did in the kitchen, but he pulls back before I can.

Fox chuckles at my eagerness but doesn’t remove his fingers from my chin. “Let your dominant instincts guide you. Trust me, my lamb can take it.”

He pulls back and pushes the door open so the light from the fire inside makes him glow. The tiny sly smirk on his lips is now visible as his eyes silently ask me the final question: Do you want this?

I answer by pushing the door completely open, my gaze finding Morgan’s sleeping and completely nude form on the bed.

Hell yes, I want this.