Luna on The Run I Stole the Alphas Son

Alpha On The Hunt Chapter 53

Elena POV

His scent is the first thing I notice when I groggily wake; it perfumes the room, enticing senses I never knew existed. My body feels foreign and so hot. Burning and aching for him, I’m high on his scent as I breathe it in. My eyes flutter open as Lexa’s instincts become painfully mine. Axton sits on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands, making me wonder why he is so far away, I need him closer. So much closer..

His presence alone has become an addiction, one I want to feed, making me crave him, luring me closer. It’s like the world no longer exists, and we live on our own plane of exis- tence together, and right now, all I can focus on is his intoxi- cating scent, luring me to him.

Moving my limbs, they don’t feel like mine, purely driven by instinct, he startles. Some part of me wants to know why he looks so conflicted, yet my heat rising, and the blood in my veins boiling and pulsating makes any thoughts slip away eas- ily. Every piece of me calls for me to go to him as I crawl into his lap.

The mate bond demands his touch, but he seems hesitant to give it because he puts his hands up. I bury my face in the crook of his neck. His scent is overwhelming; it’s intoxicating.

His entire body trembles underneath me. Tomorrow, I will feel embarrassed about my actions, but right now, I couldn’t care less as long as the pain that is becoming torturous eases.

forward; my hands claw at him, needing him closer, not that I understand how that is possible. My body feels

I moan as his hard chest presses against my

of giving me what my body and the bond craves and needs, he twists and presses me against the mat- tress. The next second, he handcuffs me, pinning my wrists to the headboard; the metal clamping tightly around my wrists. I struggle against the restraints, needing to touch him, needing his skin. Yet he sits back on his heels between my legs. My body squirms as my heat rises and the pain intensifies. What is he

make it stop. I’m trying here, okay? I just need to keep my head.” he whispers to me. Confusion wraps around

growls, and the sounds savage but sends a thrill through

slip out, the bond demanding me to mark him and make him mine. “Axton,” I moan, legs locking around his waist

tells me.

his entire

his pants be- fore he shreds them to pieces, and he shoves my legs open, pressing his weight down on me. A moan escapes my lips at the relief his skin against

hesitation once more. The next second, his lips crash down on

I can’t concentrate. It’s all too much with his harsh grip and brutal lips, molding around mine. Somehow, he only manages to

I can’t escape him? I don’t care what he does