Axton's control shattered. His hands fisted in Ren's hair, not to hurt, but to hold him in place as he groaned, a sound torn from deep in his chest.
The touch of Ren's tongue was a shock to his system, a jolt that went straight to his core. He had spent so long denying this, denying him, but in that moment, all his defences were useless.
This wasn't a symptom of his Beast-bound soul; it was an ache, a burning hunger for Ren that had nothing to do with duty and everything to do with a horrifying, addictive desire.
"Don't," Axton rasped, his voice thick with a want so raw it terrified him.
He was a man of logic, a man who built walls, but Ren was a wrecking ball, and with a simple touch of his tongue, he had brought the whole thing down.
Ren's eyes, wide and knowing, met his. "You want this," he whispered, the words both a question and a statement of fact.
His hands moved, trailing his fingers along Axton's length, then he leaned forward, letting his lips claim the length.
