Selling Myself To The Alpha
Chapter 39

Liana POV

"Are you planning on using it?" Axel asks as we drive home.

"No," I sigh as I look at the photo one last time before putting my phone away. "I only took it because I want him to know that I know."

"Mission accomplished," Axel chuckles as he parks in front of my cottage.

My heart is heavy as we walk to the kitchen, and I turn on the kettle. I always knew I was just a six-month rental - as Axel called it - but tonight it became real to me. He is going to move on with his life ... without me.

I do not understand why I feel so heartbroken about this. There never was going to be a me and him. Our circumstances did not change since we signed the agreement. Maybe I only feel like this because of Angela. She is horrible. I bet I would feel exactly like this if Wyatt picked Angela over me. I can at least tolerate Gwen.

"You seem distracted," Axel grins as he takes the mugs out of my hands and empties them into the sink. "With eight spoons of coffee, we'll never sleep."

"Sorry," I smile sheepishly. "Tonight was uhm... interesting."

"Which part?" His voice is low and seductive as he moves towards me.

My mind ceases and I can only cling to the countertop behind me as I get lost in his green eyes. How do I explain to him what I do not understand?

"The steak," I murmur as my eyes fixate on his luscious lips that are moving closer. "Definitely the steak."

"You're making it so easy," his lips tease mine with a soft touch for just a second before he moves towards my neck. "I can easily improve on the steak."

"Don't be so sure of yourself," I close my eyes and enjoy his touch. "That was a pretty good steak."

"Is that a challenge?" He sucks on my neck and my grip tightens on the counter.

"Only if you're up for it," my breathing is heavy as he continues kissing my neck.

"Remember," he pulls away and looks at me with eyes dark with desire. "You asked for this."

Before I can ask what he means, he picks me up and carries me to the bedroom.

"Strip," he orders me, and I look him in the eyes as I take off my shoes. He pulls his shirt over his head as I take off my blouse. Together we take off our jeans. "Not that," he stops me when I reach for my underwear. "Go lay on the bed."

Anticipation creates havoc inside me as I obey his orders. Maybe challenging him was not the best idea.

"What are you doing?" I ask as he pins my hands above my head and ties them to the headboard with his belt.

"It was a good steak, remember?" He smiles wickedly before he kisses me softly.

"Where are you going?" I ask with a slight panic as he walks away.

"To get supplies," he replies. "Don't move."

"As if I can," I grunt as I try to free my hands.

"Stop struggling," he walks into the room. "You're going to hurt yourself."

I stop moving and watch him as he takes a scarf from my closet.

"No peeking," he whispers as he covers my eyes with the scarf.

"Where are you?" I ask when he pulls away.

"I'm not going anywhere," his voice is sultry as he glides his fingers up my leg. But before I could guess his next move, his hand is gone. He surprises me by sliding a finger along the lace of my bra before he reaches behind my back and unhooks it. There is a loud ripping sound and then my bra is gone.

"I'll buy you a new one," he says as he gets up from the bed.

There is a light wrinkling sound before I feel him sit on the bed again and I gasp for air when he teases my b****t with a block of ice. My nipples instantly harden, and I moan in delight when his mouth's warmth counters the cold.

I feel abandoned when he removes his lips. But it is only a second before his lips trail down from my elbow, down the inside of my arm towards my neck. And then he is gone again.

"Axel," I fidget against the strains around my wrists. I desperately need to touch him.

"Not yet," he murmurs before he starts kissing my inner thigh. He hooks my thong with my fingers and slides it slowly down my legs and over my ankles.

I open my legs, allowing him better access as my need for him grows with every touch. My body jerks when he glides the ice over my stomach, followed by warm kisses.

I want to beg him to end this sweet torture and take me. But I bite my lip and only moan as he disappears again. Goosebumps follow his fingers as he caresses my arms, over my breasts, past my stomach to my inner thighs and knees. He stops once more, and I want to scream. Not knowing where he is and what he is going to do next is bittersweet and exhilarating.

His lips are on mine and I return his kiss feverishly. He drops a small ice cube in my mouth and our tongues wrestle until the ice has melted.

I hear him pick up another ice cube and he glides it down my neck. He circles my breasts and moves down to my navel. My breathing is rapid, and my body is in sensory overload when he removes the ice.

"Holy shit!" I cry out when he licks my c******s with the ice still in his mouth. My body arches as he continues his onslaught on my most sensitive parts with ice and heat.

"Please," I pant. "Untie me, please."

I moan as he licks me once more before I feel him reach over me and untie my hands. With one movement, I rip the scarf off my eyes and straddle his lap.

"Hold me," I demand as I wrap my arms around his neck and inhale his scent deeply. His arms are warm and secure around my back and waist.

I pull away softly and kiss him long and passionately before I lift my hips. I maintain eye contact as I impale myself on him. Slowly I start moving my hips as I trace my finger over his eyebrow, down his cheek and across his bottom lip.

I kiss him on his neck at the same time as I tighten my pelvic floor muscles and he groans in delight. I suck on his neck as I relax and clench my muscles until his breathing starts getting heavier.

I push him onto his back as I graze my nails over his perfect chest and torso. His muscles are rock-hard and perfect under my touch. I increase my rhythm and his fingers dig into my hips, holding me firm and steady.

My need grows higher and higher, and I move faster. I throw my head back and close my eyes as my body tightens. I am so close, but I do not want this to be over yet. But when Axel moves a hand and starts rubbing my c******s, I lose all control.

Axel thrusts into me harder and harder without releasing his finger's grip. His body jerks against mine but he does not release me until my body convulses over and over, and I fall onto his chest completely numb.

"Don't," I pant when he wants to pull out of me. "Don't move."

"Are you okay?" he asks breathlessly.

"Yes," I snake my arms around his neck and hold on tighter to him. "Just don't let go of me yet."

I do not have words to explain it, but I have a desperate need to be close to him. Laying like this, connected as one, makes me feel safe and complete. I want to cry but I also want to laugh. I feel so happy but also so incredibly sad. For reasons unbeknown to me, it feels that I am going to lose him if I let go of him now.

"Liana ..."

"Shut up," I lift my head and kiss him when he tries to move again. "And hold me."

His chest vibrates against mine as he laughs softly.

"I do not mind this, but aren't you cold?" He asks as he strokes my back.

"A little," I admit with a sigh. I am being foolish, I know.

But before I could move, he holds me tighter as he sits up and grab the blanket. Without letting go of me, or pulling out, he lays us down and pulls the cover over our bodies.

"Are you sure everything is all right?" He asks concerned.

"Yes," I laugh softly and slowly untangle myself, but he tightens his grip. "I don't know how to explain it. But for a moment I couldn't let go."

"Has the feeling passed?" He asks gently.

"Not entirely," I admit.

"Then we'll stay like this until you're ready to let go," he says as he holds me tighter.

"Thank you," I lift my head and kiss him long and lingering before I rest my head on his chest. I close my eyes and listen to his heartbeat until I fall asleep.