Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by his Brother
Chapter 291: _ Let Him Lead

Chapter 291: _ Let Him Lead

Warning: Mild Mature Content Ahead.

My wolf gave a low, satisfied growl that felt like the soft purr of a jungle cat warming itself in the sun.

"Ours. Let him have us. Bite us. Fill us." She whispered in my gut in a hungry tone, contrasting to the flutter of nerves in my chest.

Axel’s mouth slid back over me like a silk scarf, his lips pressing, sucking, tasting me like I was the rarest delicacy in the world. Every one of my nerves fired, shooting signals straight to my brain like fireworks bursting inside my skin.

I just knew that somehow, I was still in the room with him but had transcended to the heavens. I had no idea what to say or do in this kind of heaty situation where sensations flew into every nerve, vein, and hole in me.

"Axel, I... I want to..." I stuttered, but was unable to finish as I was lost about what I wanted to do.

I just knew that my body was about to do something...

When he finally came back up, his mouth glistened, and he looked like a man on the brink of losing all self-control. He kissed me again, and I could taste myself on his lips. It was shockingly intimate, and it made me moan into his mouth.

Then I felt him... hard and ready, pressing against my thigh. My mouth fell ajar. I had no idea if Axel used to hide it before, but I had never felt him this hard before.

I couldn’t help it, I freaked out and I stiffened, which made him pause.

"Hey," he whispered. "You still good?"

"I’m nervous," I admitted.

He pressed his forehead to mine. "I’ve got you, cariño. Always."

Always...

He was right there... above me, around me, inside my thoughts. Axel’s breath kissed the curve of my cheek, his chest was brushing mine in a slow, teasing rhythm as he held me like I was some kind of fragile ceramic goddess he was afraid to break.

And then suddenly... he stood up.

My legs clamped together like a panicked crab. "Wait—what? Did I...? Did I do something wrong?" I blurted, my voice cracking like a teenage boy in choir practice.

My heart dropped to my stomach, and all that delicious heat was replaced by a cold gust of self-doubt. I knew I was inexperienced. A naive girl dealing with an experienced man whom she loved with all of her heart.

I didn’t want to disappoint him. It felt like I was disappointing him.

Axel looked down at me with a soft, amused smile, brushing his fingers through his hair like he was trying to calm a storm that only existed in me. "You didn’t do anything wrong, cariño. Everything’s perfect. You’re perfect."

I blinked, still frozen like a deer in the headlights, my hands clutching the sheet like a lifeboat. "Then why’d you stop? Did I kick you? I mean, my leg twitched, but I didn’t mean to..."

He chuckled low in his throat. "No, no. You’re fine. I just... I want to try something sweet."

Sweet?

I sat up slowly, confused and slightly mortified. My brain was doing somersaults trying to decode what "sweet" meant in the context of a half-naked beta wolf and a honeymoon suite drenched in candlelight and jasmine sweat.

"We like ’sweet’, María José. Let him lead us into the purest form of pleasure." My wolf, whom I still hadn’t figured out what to call yet, jumped excitedly.

Argh, geez. She was so shameless. It was hard to believe that this was the same wolf with that overpowering Luna’s aura.

"I want this to be... as painless as possible for you," he continued gently, kneeling beside the bed, his fingers lightly grazing my knee. "You’ve never done this before. And I don’t want to rush you. I want you to enjoy this. All of it."

My throat tightened. Oh. So this wasn’t about me doing something wrong. This was about him being gentle. Being the kind of man who didn’t want to just take, but wanted to make sure I wanted everything as badly as he did.

Which I did. Sort of. Mostly.

He’d make a damn good alpha, I thought, heart swelling. Someone to follow with no fear, only faith

And hell, do I want him like a vampire wanted daylight—desperately, dangerously, and with just a hint of suicidal recklessness?

Hell, yeah.

Still, the way he said it, with so much care, made my belly twist in a way that wasn’t entirely hormonal. "I understand," I whispered.

I didn’t.

He nodded, brushing his lips over my forehead. "Good." Then he gave me the most devious, utterly illegal smirk and said, "So here’s what I want you to do."

My ears perked up like a wolf about to hear a hunt plan.

He leaned in close and whispered, "Touch yourself."

I blinked and then blinked again.

"...Come again?"

His grin deepened. "Hopefully, yes."

I made a choking sound that might’ve been a laugh or might’ve been my dignity giving up the ghost. This naughty, naughty man!

"You want me to... you mean like... in front of you?"

He raised a brow like it was the most natural thing in the world. "Yes. Please yourself while I watch."

There was a long, gaping pause where I tried to find the exit in my own skin. My wolf was delighted, meanwhile. She purred like she’d just discovered cable TV.

"YES. YES. YES. Say yes, María José!"

"I—I don’t know how to do that!" I whispered, eyes wide. "Not like... perform it!"

Axel brushed his thumb along my cheek, eyes kind. "You’re not performing. This isn’t a show, cariño. This is about you getting familiar with your body. I can’t please you properly if you’re still shy with yourself. You need to know what you like. What makes you feel good."

I stared at him like he’d just told me the moon was a tortilla.

"Is this... a coaching session?"

"If you want it to be," he said with a teasing wink. "I’m your number one fan, your wolfy cheerleader, your personal body connoisseur. Whatever you need."

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