Chapter 170

Chapter 170
Calla

The morning sun streamed through our bedroom window, painting golden stripes across Axel's sleeping face. I traced the lines of light with my fingertip, marveling at how peaceful he looked. A week had passed since what the whole world now called "The Great Memory Gap" - that inexplicable phenomenon where millions of people across the globe lost chunks of their memories from the same time period.

Scientists were calling it everything from mass psychological trauma to solar flare effects. The news ran stories about it constantly - families trying to piece together missing days, support groups for people struggling with the collective amnesia, government investigations that led nowhere.

All anyone really knew was that something had happened worldwide, leaving people with gaps they couldn't explain and a strange sense that they'd forgotten something important.

For us, the official story was simpler. Our volunteer organization, the Vanguard, had been first responders to an industrial explosion at the old warehouse district. We'd all been injured but recovered together, which explained why we lived as one big chosen family in this rambling house.

"Morning, beautiful," Axel's voice was rough with sleep as his arms tightened around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. I could feel how hard he already was, his body responding to mine even half-asleep.

"Good morning yourself," I whispered, deliberately pressing my ass back against him and earning a sharp intake of breath.

His hand slid down my stomach, fingers tracing the edge of my sleep shorts. "Someone's being a tease this morning."

"Maybe I want to be teased back," I said, rolling over to face him. Those gray eyes were already dark with want, and the sight made heat pool between my thighs.

He didn't need any more invitation. His mouth crashed against mine, hungry and demanding, while his hands roamed over my body like he was trying to memorize every curve. I moaned into the kiss, my fingers tangling in his hair.

"God, I just soooo love the sounds you make," he growled against my throat, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. The slight pain made me arch beneath him, wanting more.

His hands found the hem of my sleep shirt, yanking it over my head in one smooth motion. The cool air hit my bare skin, making my nipples peak, and he groaned at the sight.

"Still so fucking perfect," he murmured, lowering his mouth to take one hardened bud between his lips. The sensation shot straight to my core, making me gasp and writhe beneath him.

I was already so wet for him, had been since the moment I woke up pressed against his warm body. My hands worked frantically at his sleep pants, desperate to touch him, to feel all of him.

"Impatient," he chuckled against my breast, but helped me push the fabric down his hips.

When I wrapped my fingers around his dick, hot and hard and already almost leaking for me, he cursed under his breath. "Fuck, Calla. Your hands feel so good."

I stroked him slowly, teasingly, watching his face contort with pleasure. He was thick in my palm, and I loved the way he responded to my touch.

"I need you," I whispered against his ear, nipping at the lobe. "I need you to fuck me."

His response was immediate and desperate. He hooked his fingers in my shorts and panties, dragging them down my legs in one motion. I was completely bare beneath him now, filled with crazy anticipation.

"Look at you," he said, voice rough with desire as his fingers found my wetness. "So wet already."

I cried out when he slid two fingers inside me, my body clenching around the intrusion. He worked me expertly, thumb finding my clit while his fingers curled to hit that spot that made me see stars.

"Axel, please," I begged, my hips bucking against his hand. "I want your cock, not your fingers."

"Such a dirty mouth," he said with a wicked grin. "I love it when you talk like that."

He positioned himself at my entrance, the head of his cock sliding through my wetness. We both groaned at the contact, the anticipation almost unbearable.

"Tell me what you want," he said, voice strained with the effort of holding back.

"I want you to fuck me," I said brazenly, meeting his eyes. "Hard. Make me scream your name."

That broke the last of his control. He thrust into me in one smooth stroke, filling me completely. The stretch was exquisite, the fullness making me cry out in pleasure.

"So tight," he groaned, holding still for a moment to let me adjust. "God, you feel incredible."

"Move," I demanded, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him deeper. "Please, Axel, move."

He pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, setting a rhythm that had me gasping and clawing at his shoulders. Each thrust hit that perfect spot inside me, building the pressure until I was trembling on the edge.

"That's it, baby," he panted, his pace becoming more erratic. "Let me hear you. Let everyone know who makes you feel this good."

I was beyond caring who might hear us. The pleasure was consuming me, building to a crescendo that threatened to tear me apart. When he reached between us to rub my clit, I shattered completely.

"Axel!" I screamed, my body clenching around him as waves of ecstasy crashed over me.

He followed me over the edge with a hoarse shout, spilling himself inside me as his body shuddered with release.

We collapsed together, both breathing hard and slick with sweat. I felt boneless, completely satisfied in a way that only he could manage.

"I love you," he whispered against my hair, his arms tightening around me.

"I love you too," I replied, pressing lazy kisses to his chest. "Even if you did just make me scream loud enough to wake the whole house."

"Worth it," he grinned, unrepentant. "Besides, they all know we're together. Let them be jealous."

A sharp knock at our door interrupted the afterglow. "Jesus Christ, you two!" came Zara's exasperated voice through the wood. "The whole house doesn't need a play-by-play of your morning workout. Breakfast is ready when you're done making the neighbors think someone's being murdered."

I buried my face in Axel's chest, mortified. "Oh god, everyone heard us."

"Worth it," he said with zero shame, pressing a kiss to my temple. "Let them be jealous."

"Your sister is never going to let us live this down," I groaned.

"Probably not. But she's also making pancakes, so she can't stay mad for long."

We took our time getting dressed, stealing kisses and touches like teenagers with a crush. By the time we made it downstairs, the morning routine was in full swing.

The kitchen buzzed with comfortable chaos. Malachai stood at the stove, his massive frame somehow making the space look tiny as he flipped pancakes with surprising skill. The concentration on his face was complete - tongue poking out slightly as he focused on not burning breakfast.

"Morning, boss," he called without turning around. "Coffee's fresh, and these pancakes are actually edible today."