Not Going Hard Enough

I wanted to know what that meant. Not because it seems important, but because… Well, it does seem important.

Humans didn't knot while having sex. They didn't knot at all. Other animals that knot and get tied to their mates belong to the canine family—like dogs and coyotes.

So what did Axel mean by that? Was he just high on the pleasure that he was saying whatever? God, I wanted to know so bad. And he had said if he got out of control, I should try and stop that. What did he mean by that? Why will he go out of control? It was just sex. Even though the sex was good, it shouldn't lead to things getting out of control.

It seems my brain was finally working again, and I was finally questioning things that I should have from the get-go. But Axel had been in pain. He had been burning and shaking. And my help-first-ask-questions-later instincts had kicked in, but now I was regretting it.

What if–

I cried out as Axel thrust hard, hitting me deep. That snapped me back to reality. Fuck, I had completely zoned out in the middle of sex!

“Zoning out on me?” Axel growled, his thrusts turning wide. “I must not be good enough to deserve your full attention, right?”

He sounds… hurt, and I quickly wanted to clear this off. But how? I did zone out on him, but not for the reason he’s thinking. “That’s–”

“Am I not fucking you hard enough?” he growled, his breathing harsh, his nails digging into my ass. “Is that it, Rosette? Do you want me to fuck you harder?”

He didn't even give me time to answer before he switched our position. I was once again on my back, and him on top of me, but this time I was folded in half, and he was still deep inside me.

“Axel, listen–”

He slammed his lips on mine, kissing me wildly before he leaned back, placing both hands beside my head. And then he moved.

If I thought he was going hard before, it was nothing compared to now. His thrusts were so deep, it felt like I could feel him in my throat. And this position made him go really deep. I could think of nothing but him, of how his dick was moving in me, touching me everywhere right, and making stars explode behind my eyelids.

“Axel!” I moaned, no longer caring about staying quiet. None of us did. Axel was grunting loudly, moaning with his breathing harsh.

“Yes,” he hissed, leaning down and kissing my neck before he bit it. “Yes, say my name, Rosette. Moan it. Scream it.”

And I did, over and over again. I'm sure Kade and Kross were now wide awake, that they were hearing every sound, and that spark lit a light in my lower belly, making it heat even more.

I wanted them to be here, to watch as their brother fucked and ruined me. I wanted them to ruin me too. I wanted Kade to kiss me like he had on the balcony that night. I wanted him to grab my ass like he owned it, pushing his tongue down my throat.

I grabbed Axel’s shoulders as the pressure built, my voice growing hoarse from all the screaming.

I imagined Kross coming up behind me, kissing the back of my neck as he grabbed my breasts and kneaded them, pinching and rubbing my nipples, whispering filthy words into my ears. Whispering all the things he wanted to do to me.

I came with that filthy imagination displaying in my mind, crying out Axel’s name, my nails scratching his back.

“Rosette,” Axel grunted, burying his face in my neck as his body shook. “Ro-Rosette, I need you to push me away.”

Even as he said that, he thrust faster, moaning low in his throat. My eyes widened as I felt him slowly grow in me, and the urgency in his voice thickened. “Fast, Rosette!”

I pushed his shoulders, but he didn't even budge. His body shook harder, and his dick was growing. It was really growing.

“Control,” he grunted. “Slipping…”

I didn't need anybody to explain what he meant to me. I bit him, so hard that I drew blood, but I didn't stop. Then I dragged my nails on his back, also drawing blood.

Axel hissed, then he pulled away so fast that I gasped in pain. I released a breath. I don't know what was going to happen but I was glad he pulled away.

Axel drew my attention back to him as he grunted, hitting the floor. I rushed to the edge of the bed to see him kneeling. It was dark so I couldn't make out his expression, but I knew he was coming. And from the noise he was making, it seems pleasure was mixing with pain.

“Ah, fuck,” he cursed, his voice harsh. “Fuck!”

That went on for what felt like forever. Then finally, he sighed, his shoulders dropping. He remained on his knees for a long while, his head bowed. Then he looked at me, and I flinched back when I saw that his eyes were once again glowing.

He looked away, getting on his feet, moving around the room easily in the dark. He picked up what I assumed was his clothes and wore them without looking at me. Then he walked to the window, opening it. But then he finally turned to me, saying, “Thank you.”

Then he jumped out of the window. I gasped, jumping out of the bed and running to the window just in time to see him land smoothly on his feet and immediately walk away.

My eyes grew wide, and I stumbled back. What the fuck? Just who were these people? Or what were they?

***

AXEL

On my way back to the hotel, only one thing filled my mind; Rosette. What was going through her mind right now? What does she think of me?

That had been a close call back in her room. I had been close, so damn close to knotting in her. My dick had slowly grown, and if I had remained in her any longer than that, I would have knotted.

I tried not to think of what would have happened if I had knotted. I tried my hardest not to think about what would happen to her.

Would she have survived it? Would she not have?

I clenched my jaw as I thought of the latter, a bitter taste filling my mouth. I got to the hotel and just marched straight to my room. I was barely awake, trying to keep my eyes open.

I didn't notice anybody and just entered my room, but as soon as I was in, I knew I wasn't alone.

And I was right.

Walking deeper into the room, I saw Kross sitting on the sofa, looking calm and composed, but I knew better.

“Listen, the meds–”

He didn't give me a chance before he was on me, his fist slamming into my throat.