Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Chapter 63

There’s something about doing laundry that always made me feel at ease.

Perhaps it’s because it is something I often did with my mother when I was a child. Or perhaps it’s because it is a way to show Axton how much I want to be here with him. Folding the boys’ basket first, I put them away, using that time to also check on them. Both Kyan and Bane are sleeping peacefully in their beds, their cheeks rosy from teething.

Humming quietly to myself, I return to the laundry and put away one of my dresses, then moved along to Axton’s shirts I ironed earlier, hanging them up before moving to the clothes left in the basket. Soon only his ties rested at the bottom of the laundry basket, and I bens over to pick up a few of them, ready to put them away.

What I didn’t expect was a large pair of hands firmly grabbing me from behind, grasping tightly at my hips. I yelp in surprise from the fright before I somewhat relax when I realize it is Axton, sparks rushing over my skin where his hands lie. He presses into my back and leaves a rough kiss on my exposed neck, causing me to shiver as his lips brush my mark.

“Axton.” I chuckle, catching my breath. I drop my chin, feeling his warm tongue run over my neck, his stubble tickling. He pulls away, letting out a growl as he embraces me. I chuckle, trying to get my heartbeat back to normal as I crane my neck to look at him. “I didn’t see you there. You could have sung out.”

“Lost in thought?” his voice low and husky as he moves his hands upwards, grasping at my breasts through the fabric of my shirt-a t-shirt I’ ve stolen from him. I let out a whine noise not wanting the distraction, but knowing I’ll give in anyway, unable to resist the bond, and also not wanting to. I tense up at his sudden, delicate touch. The mate bond’s ability to awaken arousal is something I’m unsure I will ever get used to.

“Ax,” I mewl while his touch awakens a longing inside of me, heat and sparks of arousal running through my veins. Axton, breathing heavily into my neck, makes me tremble in excitement when he soon starts to pepper

kisses instead, making me cringe at his ticklish stubble.

“Stop! I have to put these away first,” I whine at him when he bumps the ironing board, knocking over the piles I just folded and stacked on top. I growl at him, but he growls back.

“How about you leave it for tomorrow?” he offers. I hold back a laugh. When he says leave it tomorrow, he means he’ll just hastily shove everything away. Not that there’s much to put away. I did most of it already. “I can think of a few other things to do.” he whispers, nipping at my mark.

“Though I must admit, I do like seeing you in my shirt, doing the laundry. So domesticated and mine.” He laughs and I pull away, raising an

eyebrow at him.

it hard to think straight, the bond being flooded

against my ass from behind, and I can feel the already huge bulge

against him, and

fingers grazing my pussy. Ironing Elena, you’re supposed to be ironing! Just this

“Anything specific in mind?”

keep my hands off him, turns out my nonexistent sex drive was because I hadn’t met him yet. As long as I could get my hands on him, I didn’t care

was sending all

Now.

Tomorrow.

Forevermore.

is mine, and I will happily be

his arms around my shoulders before rummaging in his pocket. Glancing over my shoulder, I see he has

erratically, knowing the hateful things I said. We were finally getting along

he holds me

it,” he tells me. I exhale,

want you to undress for me, and then hand me one of my ties. So I can tie you up.” I jerk away from him, only for him

he smiles seductively. “Scared, Elena?” he asks, gripping my hips and tugging me against his

he is in a playful mood. He just wants me, but I know he has no

grabs me and

why,” he growls, nipping at my

on the edge, terrified. Yet with Axton, it excited me. Only Axton could turn my fears into desire. Axton won’t hurt me. But I think that stupid counselor I had come out for the women three days ago got in his head. He’s been weird since. She wasn’t even there to see me, yet I somehow got hooked into it by Axton. How she went from a grief counseling to trauma one is beyond me.

“Axton…”

he growls, giving another push against me that made my knees almost give out. “I was in heat!” I tell him before losing that train of thought when I feel his hand cup my pussy