Chapter Ten
He strode through the door and kicked it closed behind him like a Norse god. Without giving her a chance to say anything or even take the towel out of her hair, Aksel scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed where he gently laid her against the pillows.
She tried to speak, but he held up a hand, stopping her.
Reverently, he pulled at the layers of clothing that covered her midriff and bared her rounding stomach. Gently, he ran his fingertips across the surface of her abdomen before nearly covering it with his entire warm palm. Instinctively, Melody put her fingers in his hair and caressed him as he laid a cheek against her belly. She was far enough along now that she could feel the baby’s movements often, so it was no surprise when he bumped hard enough against his father’s hand for Aksel to feel it, too.
“It’s a boy,” Aksel said. It wasn’t a question. Melody nodded. She’d felt the same thing too. She watched as Aksel’s face clouded with emotion and when she saw the glistening dampness in the corner of one eye, she was nearly undone herself.
“I’m sorry,” she croaked. “I tried to stay out of your way. This whole time.”
"Silly girl," he whispered as he leaned up and placed a warm, chaste kiss on her lips. Melody was on fire from the simple, quick contact. "I needed you with me. This whole time. No more talking, though. I need to thoroughly reacquaint myself with this amazing little body that I'm going to have and to hold for the rest of eternity."
That sounded an awful lot like a familiar wedding vow.
“What?” She asked.
Aksel rolled his eyes in mock annoyance.
“You’re terrible at the quiet game, princess,” he said. “But since you asked, yes. To have and to hold. For eternity, if you like. For one lifetime if that’s what you want. But I’m marrying you tomorrow. And I’m fucking you tonight.”
Melody’s body stirred at the dirty language. God, she missed his filthy mouth.
“What about…” She began, but he cut her off by parting her lips with his tongue and assaulting her mouth with his. She’d wanted to question him about his engagement. The threats she’d received from Thala. All of it.
Aksel seemed to know what she was asking before she could form the words.
“It’s over. It has been for weeks, foolish princess. I’ve been with you in every stupid fleabag room you’ve rented across Europe keeping you safe while you came to your senses. But I can’t stand it anymore. I need you. I want you. I’m having you again and again and again…and then I’m marrying you.”
He spoke the words against her mouth and she moaned as he ran his hands up her side and over her breasts.
“Enough with the clothes, Terzi,” he said, stopping. “Enjoy that for one more night, by the way. Tomorrow you will be Melody Sorenson.”
She laughed and explained that part of her freak out when she discovered she was pregnant was the shame that she didn’t know her baby daddy’s last name.
“Not many do, actually,” he said, pulling impatiently at the waistband of her pajama bottoms. “Now can we lose the clothing?”
In a flash, she was naked, laid out on the bed beneath him. He’d kept his boxer briefs on and when she went to say something about it, he stopped her with a swift capturing of a rosebud nipple in his teeth. She hissed in response and arched her body up toward him. He obliged her silent request and went to work on the sensitive areolas, move from one to another. Sucking, nipping and pinching with his teeth and lips.
Aksel trailed a line of kisses down her belly and pulled her knees apart. Melody smiled at the memory that he was really, really good at this part.
His tongue darted across the most sensitive part of her and she grasped.
“This is mine, isn’t it?” He growled.
She writhed against his mouth as he teased her, unable to answer.
“Say it.”
Again, she shuddered under his tongue’s assault as it slid across her clit. When he abruptly stopped, Melody let out a frustrated squeak.
“Tell me who this body belongs to,” Aksel demanded.
“It belongs to you, dammit!” Melody grunted and moaned when Aksel picked up the assault again.
She bucked against him and he doubled down on her, pinning her hips in place as he brought her to the pinnacle.
Certain that she was going to rip apart at the seams, Melody gripped Aksel by the air, urging him on.
He took her to the pinnacle, and then he pushed her over.
The orgasm was intense and it was fast and before she could mutter a word or form a single coherent thought, she watched as Aksel freed himself and his huge erection from his shorts. He had a wicked gleam in his eye as he moved up her body.
Without speaking, he slanted a brutal kiss against her mouth and with a free hand, he propped her hips beneath a pillow.
“Mine,” he whispered between kisses as he brought his weight onto his elbows and hovered above her. “And I’m yours.”
That alone shattered an already blissfully broken Melody and she wrapped her legs around Aksel’s torso, hooking her knees behind his lower back—urging him forward.
Aksel didn’t hesitate long.
Surging forward against her core, he pushed through to the very center of Melody and her body sang with the sensations his body created within hers. Careful not to crush her body beneath his, he managed to keep any pressure off her while he drove into her like a jackhammer, muttering erotic nothings the entire time.
“I’ve dreamt of no one but you…”
“…needed to bury myself so deep inside you…”
“…will fuck you forever, wife...”
Aksel was a certified pro at dirty talk and it wasn’t long before he had her pushing the boundaries of another epic orgasm again. Part way through, Aksel effortlessly lifted and turned Melody so that she was on all fours and Aksel was taking her from behind.
She gasped at the new sensation and closed her eyes when he reached down between her legs and found her clit while his other hand gripped her hip and bounced her ass off of him with enough force to drive her wild.
Melody lost herself to the sensation and pushed back against him. Shameless. Wanton.
He leaned forward and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled, pulling her head back and angling her ass just right. Melody cried out in rapture.
“Oh my god,” she panted. “I’m so close.”
Nuzzling her neck with his face, Aksel chuckled.
“Then come with me, love,” he said, picking up the intensity of their joining. He pumped into her furiously, with one hand holding her hip and the other snaked underneath her grasping her hair in his fingers.
“Not yet,” she breathed as she swept her hair to the side and arched her body closer to his. “We need to make this marriage official in the most ancient of ways, Aksel Sorenson.”
He let out his own surprised breath as Melody leaned her head to the side and exposed her neck to him, all the while pushing her ass up and toward him, lest his dick forget he was buried balls deep. He twitched with need.
Aksel didn’t hesitate. In a flash, he had his fangs at her neck, making Melody his mate for the world to recognize.