Before I can respond, his mouth claims mine, hungry and demanding. I moan into his mouth, my hands sliding into his hair, gripping tight.
His hands move under my tank top, calloused palms sliding up my sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts. I arch into his touch, wanting more.
“Take this off,” he growls against my lips, tugging at my top.
I pull back just enough to yank it over my head, tossing it aside.
Axel’s eyes darken as he looks at me. “Fuck,” he breathes, his hands coming up to cup my breasts.
His thumbs brush over my nipples, and I moan in pleasure.
“You like that?” he asks, though it’s not really a question.
“Yes,” I admit, my voice barely audible.
He pinches lightly, rolling the hardened peaks between his fingers. “How about this?”
My hips jerk involuntarily, grinding down on the axe handle. “God—yes.”
His grin is predatory. “Such a good Wildcat.”
My wolf preens at his praise, her approval flooding me with a rush of heat.
Axel leans forward and takes one nipple in his mouth, tongue swirling around, then switches to my other breast, nipping gently before soothing it with his tongue.
“I want to see you ride my axe,” he says against my skin. “I want to see that pretty pussy get all wet for me.”
The crude words send a fresh wave of heat through me.
Axel’s hands slide down to my ass, squeezing appreciatively. “Feel that?” he asks, guiding me forward until the wooden handle presses lightly against my folds.
I nod, unable to form words. The wood is cool and hard, nothing like flesh.
“You’re already so wet,” he observes, one hand sliding between us to stroke me. His fingers part my folds, gathering moisture, then circling my clit. “So fucking wet for me.”
I moan, my hips bucking against his hand. The action brings me into contact with the handle again.
“That’s it,” he encourages, his voice dropping even lower. “Feel how hard it is? Not as hard as my cock right now, but it’ll do the job.” His fingers continue their teasing circles. “I want you to get it nice and slick. I want to see you fuck it while I play with these perfect tits.”
His fingers slide lower, circling my entrance before pushing inside. I moan at the intrusion, my inner walls clenching around him.
“I’ll take care of you.” Then the wolf grin returns. “Let me get you ready.”
He groans, working his finger in and out slowly. “I can’t wait to feel this around my cock someday.” He adds a second finger, stretching me gently. “But tonight, you’ll come on my axe handle while I watch.”
I whimper as his thumb finds my clit again, pressing in small, tight circles that make my thighs shake.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Just like that. Get nice and ready.”
When he finally withdraws his fingers, I almost protest. But then he’s guiding my hips forward, positioning me over the handle.
“Slow,” he instructs. “Take your time.”
I lower myself gradually, feeling the smooth wood press against my entrance. It’s unyielding, unforgiving in a way flesh never could be.
“A masterpiece,” he breathes as I sink, taking the first inch inside me. “A fucking beautiful masterpiece.”
The stretch is unfamiliar but not painful, thanks to how aroused I am. I pause, adjusting to the sensation, then lower myself a bit more.
