Page 46 of Knuckles & Knives

He rises, his mouth slick, eyes feral. He undoes his jeans with one hand, shoves them down just enough, and pulls me to the edge of the crate. My legs are flung over his shoulders like I weigh nothing.

“Axel—”

“I’ve imagined this,” he growls. “Fucking you right here. Making you mine. Every day since you walked into that ring again.”

He thrusts into me in one powerful stroke, so deep I cry out, nails raking down his back.

“Yes. Fuck, yes…” I gasp, wrapping around him as he pounds into me with brutal precision.

He fucks like he fights—dirty, efficient, merciless. Every thrust slams pleasure through me, each deeper than the last, stealing my breath and my sanity.

“You feel so fucking good,” he snarls against my ear. “So tight. So wet. You were made for me.”

“You’re insane,” I moan, grinding against him, chasing another high.

“For you? Always.”

He pulls out just enough to slam back in harder, angling until he hits that spot that makes me see stars. My scream is raw, primal, and he swallows it with a bruising kiss.

“Say it,” he pants. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours. I’ve always been yours, Axel. Fuck, Axel!”

He pistons into me faster, rougher, until I can’t do anything but hold on and ride the storm.

“You sound even better than I dreamed,” he murmurs against my throat, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.

“Less talking, more action,” I manage, my hands exploring the lean muscles of his back, tracing scars I’ve wondered about for months.

“Bossy,” he teases, but he complies, his touch becoming more demanding, more urgent.

“Mine,” he growls against my ear as he drives into me, his pace relentless and perfect. “You’re mine, Raven. Have been since the moment I picked up that damn pink glove.”

“Yours,” I agree breathlessly, my nails digging into his shoulders as I meet him thrust for thrust. “All of ours.”

The reminder that I belong to four men instead of just him might have bothered another man, but Axel just grins, wild and fierce and completely unrepentant.

“Good,” he says, adjusting his angle and making my walls clench in anticipation. “Because I plan to make sure you never forget which one of us taught you to stop holding back.”

The world blurs, and my second orgasm hits like a freight train, ripping through me with clawing intensity.

He follows with a deep, savage growl as he pulses inside me, stilling as he pours himself into me with a shudder.

For a few moments, the only sounds are our ragged breathing and the distant hum of old fluorescent lights.

Then he lifts his head, gaze dark and tender. “I love you, too,brujita,” he murmurs. “And now that I’ve had you… I’m never letting you go.”

I smile, half-dazed. “Good. Because I plan to make you earn every single time you get to fuck me like that.”

His answering grin is wicked. “Challenge accepted.”

“So,” I say finally, my head pillowed on his chest, “Angel Rivera.”

“Dead and buried,” he replies, his arm tightening around me. “Axel Rivera is who I chose to become. Ghost is who I am in the ring. But with you?” He tilts my chin up so I’m looking at him. “With you, I’m just the guy who’s been crazy about you since you were seventeen and still thinks those pink boxing gloves were the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.”

I laugh, the sound echoing strangely in the confined space. “You have issues, Axel Rivera.”

“Yeah, well, you seem to collect men with issues. It’s like your specialty.” He grins, that wild energy returning to his eyes. “Good thing you’ve got excellent taste.”