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

my legs around his waist, and I moan as his hard chest presses against

around my wrists. I struggle against the restraints, needing to touch him, needing his skin. Yet

keep my head.” he whispers to me. Confusion wraps around me for a second at his hesitation. Isn’t this what he has wanted, and

through me. Yet still, he does nothing. It drives the

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

he tells me. “I’m

slightly, his entire

hand’s fumble with 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

whine when I feel his hesitation once more. The next second, his

my skin is covered in goosebumps. My breath hitches when I feel his tongue delve between my lips, tasting every inch. I feel like I am on some sort of high, which makes it hard to think straight. I can’t concentrate. It’s all too much with his harsh grip and brutal lips, molding around mine. Somehow, he only manages to turn me on more instead of offering me any sort of reprieve. I want nothing more than to feel his teeth sinking into my

he wants, to tie me to him so I