Page 21 of Axes & Nos
“Yes, I scented you as soon as your door opened. No, it wasn’t a chance meeting with your door. Yes, you are my mate. No, Iwon’t force you into anything you don’t want. Yes, that is why I was overprotective of you.” I blurt everything out and watch her face as so many emotions go through her.
“But...but...but we only just met. You can’t already have this bond with me, you can’t. It’s not possible.” I can hear the fear in her voice as she protests what I’ve told her. This is why Chase wanted me to be patient. Shifters know right away, but humans need more time to grow a bond. I haven’t even got to what it would mean for her to be claimed and she’s already freaking out.
Good job dumbass. You’ve fucked it up completely.Fuck you, asshole. You think you can do better. I shouldn’t have said that; I shouldn’t have taunted him. I can feel the change coming on fast.
“Myra run.” I grunt out, dropping to my knees. He’s coming and I can’t stop him. This has never happened before, but we’ve never had a mate before either. I know what he’s planning, but I can’t stop him. Myra is frozen in fear looking at me as I try to hold my control.
“Oh my God Dax what’s happening?” She asks, as a growl erupts from my mouth. I’m losing control and I don’t know how much longer I can keep him from escaping my body.
“Myra...please...run.” I groan out a plea as my body starts to buckle. Whatever she sees on my face has her moving with lightning speed, grabbing her purse and bolting for the door. I’m barely aware of anything else as my body implodes and I become my other self.
My tiger stretches his whole body, as though he has been cramped in a small space for too long. Which is bullshit, I just changed, he shouldn’t be demanding control right now.
Well, you were too much of a pussy to claim our mate.Fuck you, she’s human we can’t claim her without her permission. You know that.
Instead of responding to me he saunters around Myra’s home sniffing everything he can get his nose in like he owns the place. There is no urgency in his movements, like he has all the time in the world. He wanted my body so he could claim Myra, but he doesn’t seem to be in a rush to go after her. With any luck Myra would be long gone before he makes it outside. My heart plummets when I see Myra stomping back into the house like a woman on a mission. I can feel my tiger smiling in triumph.
“You’re being a very bad kitty!” Myra grits out standing in the doorway, her hands on her hips like some avenging angel. My tiger lets out a low growl in response. Inside my heart is hammering, wishing I could tell her to run again, to get as far from my tiger as possible. Doesn’t she realize she’s in danger. If I was in my human form, I would give her a damn spanking for not listening to my warning.
“Alia says if I’m your mate you can’t hurt me. Well, you’re hurting me by taking over Dax’s body. Give him back his body right this minute!” She commands, stomping her foot for emphasis. My tiger chuffs out a laugh and Myra’s eyes pinch together like little daggers glaring down at him. I’m expecting her to scream or stomp her feet some more, instead she slides down the wall and starts to sob. Face in her hands, body shaking violently sobbing. My tiger darts his head around like he’s looking for help, he’s not equipped to handle crying females. Just as suddenly as he took my body, he gives it back and I scream out in pain at the suddenness as my bones and joints reconfigure themselves too fast.
“Motherfucker!” I yell out, collapsing onto the wooden floor in a heap. My body is filled with pins and needles as I groan out in pain. Changing from human to beast and back again in such a short amount of time has never happened to me before.
“Oh good, he let you change back.” My head jerks up at the sound of Myra’s voice. Her face is free of tears and there’s a ghost of a smile on her lips.
Motherfucker! She tricked me.He says, respect and awe of her in his voice. I can’t help the laugh that escapes me at the realization of what Myra has done.
“You’re naked.” Myra says matter-of-factly as she ducks her head, but I don’t miss the mischievous grin on her lips before she does. She stood before my tiger and did the impossible, she pulled him off his desire to claim her. My brave mate just faced my beast confidently and made him obey her demands.
That she did, that she did. I think we’ve met our match.For once I don’t have a word of argument for him, it shocks us both. Fate has given me my perfect match, the one who came tame my beast, and I couldn’t be happier.
“Yeah, that happens when I change. Usually, I have time to take my clothes off beforehand, but this time the asshole...” I shrug, as I stand up, leaving the sentence unfinished. She saw me struggle against his control, she knows I didn’t want to change, no need to explain the situation. Myra gasps, my head jerks up, and my body tenses looking for the source of her distress. When I look back at her I realize what has caused the problem. Her eyes are zeroed in on my crotch, with all my glory just hanging out in full display. Shifters are used to nudity, we live half our lives being naked, but having Myra stare at my dangly bits makes me feel something I’ve never felt before, self-conscious. Covering myself with my hands I look around frantically for something, anything to help. Seeing a towel on the kitchen counter I grab it, as I hear Myra giggling behind me. The towel is no better than a loin cloth as I place it in front of my dangly bits. Myra covers her mouth to contain her laughter.
“I don’t think that helps much.” She punches out as she bends over cackling like a maniac.
“I’m so glad I can give you entertainment, at least if you’re lying you aren’t crying. Oh wait, you weren’t even doing that.” I tease as I make my way toward her bathroom, hoping she has something in there that will work better to cover myself. “Nice job by the way, he’s rather impressed with you now.”
“Thank you, thank you. I was in theater in high school.” She says curtseying as though she just performed on stage. Damn she’s fucking cute.
Making it into her bathroom I rifle through her cabinet. I find a bath towel that looks like it might work for what I’m needing and wrap it around my lower half. It’s not big enough to tie so I must hold it together with my hand as I make my way out of the bathroom. I’m greeted by Myra’s laughter as I leave the bathroom.
“Hey, it’s the best I can do until I get out to my truck and grab my emergency change of clothes. Although until today I haven’t needed to use it. That’s your fault by the way, if you weren’t such a temptation for my tiger to claim that wouldn’t have happened.” I smile teasingly at her, so she knows I’m not truly angry.
Chapter Twelve
Myra
“Well, your tiger needs to learn manners. Do you hear me? You need to learn manners!” I yell, unsure of whether his tiger can hear me or not. Dax hunches in on himself as though my voice hurts his ears.
“He’s not deaf, he can hear you perfectly well, and he apologizes for his impertinence. Your impertinence, really? Don’t try to woo her using big words dumbass.” I blink in confusion as I listen to Dax argue with essentially himself.
“Actually, big words turn me on.” Dax’s head swivels up, his mouth is hanging slightly open, and he looks a little shocked. Me too bro, me too. Why did I say that? What in my ever-loving mind made me say that out loud? My brain must still be addled from seeing his dick. It was pretty perfect, just swinging there looking glorious against his thigh.
“Is that so?” Dax asks with a naughty smile upon his lips as he starts to stalk towards me. My heart practically beats out of my chest at his approach. My nipples tighten to stiff peaks, and I can tell he notices when his eyes zero in on my chest. He lifts his nose in the air and takes a deep breath.
I’ve tried, I really have to ignore the pull I feel toward him, but it’s impossible. Whether it's fate or just the fact that his body is just so tempting I can’t say. His gaze travels down my body ashe stands in front of me, sending tingles of awareness straight through me like a bolt of lightning. When he leans in, running his nose against my throat to my ear I shiver in anticipation of what will come next. This is where the angel on my shoulder would typically tell me to push him away, tell him to leave. Instead, she’s on my shoulder looking drunk on lust completely silent. While the devil on my shoulder is doing the pelvic thrust. Clearly, neither of them is going to be any help against my desires.
“Yes.” As my body sways toward him I’m not sure if I’m saying yes to his question or yes to whatever comes next. He gives me a wicked grin as though he can read my thoughts. This man is going to ruin me and at the moment I can find a reason to stop him.