He shivered, a deep, shuddering groan tearing from his throat, a sound of raw, unadulterated need that was both terrifying and utterly thrilling.
A shudder ran through Ren's body, a mix of revulsion and a dawning, terrible heat. The heat from Axton's body was a suffocating pressure against his back, and the sound of his desperate groans was a living thing that echoed in his ears. He hated the way his own body was betraying him, the way it was responding to the raw, possessive need of a man he despised.
"I have no idea what you are, Renault," Axton rasped, his arms wrapping around Ren's waist, his grip a bruising vice. "But you're my salvation, my fucking lifeline. And I will keep you alive, even if I have to use you every single day." His mouth found Ren's neck, his lips a hot, wet brand against his cool skin.
He kissed him fiercely, a kiss that was both a threat and a promise, a kiss that tasted of raw need and desperate hunger.
