Page 7 of Malek

“Am I still dreaming?” Axel muttered under his breath.

A deep voice that had a shiver crawling up his spine answered Axel's question, even though he'd barely spoken out loud.

“You're not dreaming,” the man he remembered from before said, that heart-stopping smile Axel remembered still on his face, or back on his face.Whatever... the man needed to stop smiling, or whatever he was doing that made Axel feel just a little lightheaded.

At least he thought that was what it was, but maybe he'd hit his head or something, because he was having the most bizarre day… dream… hallucination.

Whatever it was, for the life of him, he couldn't figure out where he was and how he'd got there.

Hell, he wasn't even sure if the man in front of him was real or not, but then he’d said Axel wasn’t dreaming.

But, not only was he, the guy before him, too attractive not to be something out of Axel's dreams, there was the fact that Axel could recall, remember… hallucinate… whatever word fit… but Axel had this vision in his head of this man turning from a wolf into the perfect specimen of a man who was standing in front of him.

Holy crap.

Axel closed his eyes and opened them again, but he still found himself looking at the gorgeous man, who also happened to be shirtless. How had Axel not noticed he was shirtless? That was not a chest you could ignore. Reflexively Axel looked down and was disappointed to see that wolfman now had pants on. His memory could clearly recall the man fully naked, and he was sad not to have the lovely sight again.

Okay, if he assumed, or was it presumed––is this a version of panic where you become super finicky with grammar? Snap out of it Axel.

The curse of being a teacher it seemed.

So even if he wasn't dreaming, or hallucinating, the fact remained he was clearly in a room with a stranger.

A very tall, broad, muscular stranger. A stranger with no name. And one that was clearly way bigger than Axel, which was even more evident since Axel was still in bed.

Axel surreptitiously took in everything about the man before him, his eyes travelling from bottom to the top, from his muscled and hairless chest to his face with the defined chiselled cheekbones that would make a runway model envious. He had wavy hair the shades ranging from dark brown, to light brown, with hints of auburn.

Axel could feel the man watching him. He was watching Axel as he inspected him, and he didn’t seem to mind. Axel took all of him in appreciatively. Everything about the man appealed to Axel in a way nothing else ever had, but his brain kept wondering why the fact he was in a room with a total stranger wasn't freaking him out. And like before, instead of fear, there was this sense of safety and calm he felt in this man’s presence.

In his head Axel knew he should be scared of this unknown person. His logical mind knew he should be. He was taller, broader, and more muscular than Axel could ever hope to be.

Oh, but he wasn’t bulky, like some of the gym rats Axel ran into at his gym back home.

How is that relevant Axel?

How is the fact that he's not bulky relevant to your current predicament?

Axel's brain had two different conflicting feelings going on at the same time. Well, more than two. There was confusion. He couldn't figure out why he was where he was. There was also curiosity and most surprising, or maybe not so surprising, was the arousal. The arousal one he could figure out. The man before him was entirely too lickable. Before that thought progressed any further, he focused on the first two.

“Are you doing that?” Axel asked curiously.

“What would that be exactly?” the beautiful man asked, his deep voice washing over Axel, making his cock perk up—thankfully his lower half was covered with a sheet—but it did draw Axel's attention to the man's pink, very kissable lips.

“The whole me being really calm thing, cause you're a wolfman right, and if every erotic shifter book I read is to be believed…” Axel tried not to flush saying the word erotic, especially with all the thoughts going on in his head, “…you guys have some weird stuff going on right?"

“Weird stuff?” Wolfman asked, moving from the foot of the bed to stand on the side Axel lay on. He put his hand out, which was when Axel noticed he had a cup of tea in it. Axel pushed up to a sitting position, and put his hand out, and the man calmly handed the cuppa to Axel, which he collected and sipped without fear.

“I mean, you're a stranger, but for some reason, I'm not scared of you like I feel I should be. My brain is telling me I should be scared, but I'm not, so the only explanation is you're doing something to me.

Axel almost blurted out that if Hottie McFuckable was doing whatever he was doing, Axel didn’t care, because, well, this was the kind of man he’d dreamt about for ages, and he could do whatever he wanted to Axel.

“I never want you to be scared of me,” the man said, in that deep voice that seemed to do crazy wonderful things to Axel every time he heard it. For a big guy with a deep voice, there was a surprising gentleness to it.

The man must have done something, because the fear reaction that had been suppressed seemed to flood back.

Axel gasped and scrambled off the bed, realising he should really know where he was.

“Oh my God, where am I?” Axel gasped, “How did I get here…?”