He Bred My Sister, So I Chose the Man He Fears novel · Chapter 2 of 24
Chapter 2: The Door
In the cabin on Skilak Lake the Dark Heat takes hold, and against the door Axel takes her with his mouth until she comes twice.
The cabin door was not even shut behind us when I had my fists in the front of his coat.
I had been burning for the last forty miles of the Sterling Highway.
The heat had come up through my belly and my thighs and settled behind my teeth.
I had sat on his bench seat with my hands under my legs and said nothing.
Now the door stood open to the snow, and Axel Brandvik stood in front of me with his hand still on the knob.
"Hold on," he said. "I'll say this once, at the door."
"Say it fast."
"Nine nights. Nobody asks anybody for after."
He said it plainly, with his eyes on mine.
"The truck keys hang on that hook. You can take the truck in the morning and I won't follow."
"Nine nights," I said.
"Talya."
It was the first time he had said my name.
He said it slowly, and he said all of it.
I stepped over the threshold, and the heat went quiet.
It did not leave.
It dropped from a fire in my belly to a deep, steady hum, and the wanting stayed exactly where it was.
The air in the cabin smelled of nothing.
No smoke, no pine, no old coffee, nothing a nose could take hold of.
I had never stood in a room where I could not read a single thing.
It was the first silence I had had in my head since I was nine years old.
I let out a sound that was almost a laugh.
"Shut it," I said. "Shut the door."
He shut it with one hand and put his back to it.
Then he looked down at me, and he did not move.
He was six foot seven.
The top of my head came to the middle of his chest.
He was so broad that he blocked the cabin light.
All I could see was coat and beard and two brown eyes, waiting for me.
"I'm not going to start it," he said. "You start it."
I took two handfuls of his coat and pulled.
He did not bend, so I went up on my toes.
It was not enough.
His hands came down and took me under the arms and lifted me, and my boots left the floor.
My mouth hit his.
He kissed me slowly.
His beard was rough on my chin and his mouth was hot and tasted of coffee and cold air.
When I opened my mouth under his, his tongue slid in, and the sound he made came up from the bottom of his chest.
I felt it through my ribs.
I dragged my nails up the back of his neck, and he shivered under my hand.
All that size was shaking, and it was shaking for me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist.
He carried me two steps and pressed me against the door.
It was solid and cold at my back, and he was solid and hot against my front.
He held my whole weight on one forearm, and his other hand spread under my ass and squeezed.
"You're so small," he said into my mouth.
"I'm not too small."
"No," he said.
"I'm not too anything."
His cock was a hard, thick line against the seam of my jeans, and I rolled my hips down over it.
I felt every inch of what I was going to have to take.
"Fuck," I said. "You're big."
"I'll go slow."
"You'll go when I tell you."
His laugh was a short, startled breath against my throat.
"Yes, ma'am."
He put me down on my feet, and my knees shook.
I pushed the coat off his shoulders and tore at the buttons of the flannel under it.
He helped me, and the shirt came open on a chest covered in dark brown hair.
A long pale scar ran across his ribs, and I wanted to put my mouth on it.
I did.
I kissed the scar, and the muscle over it jumped.
"Talya."
"Take your boots off. Take everything off."
He bent and took off his boots and his jeans.
He stood in front of me in the dim light with his cock thick and flushed against his stomach.
He did not cover himself.
He let me look.
I looked for a long time.
"My turn," he said, very low.
He stripped me with his big careful hands.
My coat, my sweater, my boots, one at a time, and every time he uncovered a piece of skin, he put his mouth on it.
The side of my neck.
The hollow of my shoulder.
The top of my breast, through the lace.
When my bra came off he went still and looked at me.
"Look at you," he said.
His voice cracked on it.
"God, look at you."
Nobody had ever said it that way.
Knut had told me I was pretty, and he had never said it twice.
He cupped one of my breasts in his hand, and his palm covered all of it.
His thumb passed over my nipple once, and I made a noise I would have been embarrassed by in any other room.
"Door," I said. "Put me back on the door."
"Your back's cold."
"I don't care."
He put me back against it, bare, and the cold wood made me gasp, and then he went down on his knees.
He did it all at once, the whole length of him folding down, until his face was level with my stomach.
He looked up at me from there, with his hands on my hips.
"Tell me to stop," he said.
"Don't you dare."
He grinned in his beard.
It was the first time I had seen him smile, and it went through me harder than anything he had done yet.
He lifted my left leg and hung it over his shoulder.
Then he put his mouth on my pussy.
I hit the back of my head against the door.
He licked me flat and slow, from the bottom to the top, with the broad of his tongue.
The heat that had been humming in me rose hard.
"Oh, God. Oh, fuck, Axel."
He found my clit with the tip of his tongue and circled it.
He did it carefully, and then he did it harder when I pushed my hips at his face.
I put both hands in his hair.
It was thick and warm, and I held on to it.
He groaned into me, and I felt that too, all the way up.
"There," I said. "Right there. Don't stop."
He didn't.
He sucked my clit into his mouth and pulled on it.
His big hands held me against the door so I could not twist away, and I did not want to.
The pressure built low and fast.
It was the Dark Heat, and it was him, and I could not tell them apart.
I came with a cry that bounced off the cabin walls.
My thigh clamped on his shoulder, and my whole body bowed off the wood.
He kept going through it, gentler, until I was whimpering.
Then he lifted his head.
His beard was wet, and his eyes were black.
"Again," he said.
"I can't."
"You can."
He pushed two fingers inside me.
They were so thick that they stretched me, and I felt it in my teeth.
"Oh," I said. "Oh, that's, that's a lot."
"Too much?"
"No. More."
He curled them forward and found the place, and I stopped being able to talk.
He worked his fingers in and out of me, slow and deep.
Each time he turned them I heard how wet I was, and I did not care that he heard it too.
His mouth came back to my clit.
I came again in what felt like no time at all.
It was harder than the first, and it went on, and I felt my knees go, and I slid down the door.
He caught me before I hit the floor.
He rose with me in his arms, and I put my face in his neck and breathed.
Nothing.
Even this close, with his skin against my mouth, I could not smell him.
I could taste him, though.
Salt, and heat, and a little of myself.
I bit his collarbone, not gently.
"You're shaking," he said.
"So are you."
"Yes."
He stood in the middle of the room with me against his chest, and I felt his cock jump against my hip.
It was the only part of him I could tell he was holding back.
I slid my hand down between us and wrapped it around him.
I could not close my fingers.
"All of it," I said.
"Talya."
"I want all of you, Axel. Tonight. Not slow, not careful."
His breath caught.
I felt the whole big body go still around me.
"Then you'll tell me when," he said.
"When what?"
"When I can move."
I bit my lip, and I tightened my hand on his cock, and he shuddered against me.
"Put me down on the rug," I said.
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