Selling Myself To The Alpha
Chapter 67

Liana POV

I exhale in relief when Axel's hands drop off my shoulders. I am not ready to tell him about the baby or to break up with him. I do not care if it is for the best. I am selfish and want him a little longer by my side.

And I could tell that he had something serious to say. It was in the tension of his shoulders and the twitching muscle in his jaw. Nope, I am not ready and if I have to shamelessly use my parents to postpone the inevitable, I will. "It's only going to be a day or two," I say apologetically to break the awkwardness that crept in between us. "I need to know they're okay."

"Take all the time you need," he smiles empathetically. "This is not going to be easy for them."

"It's ..." The loud growl of my stomach interrupts me rudely and a blush creeps up my neck and cheeks.

"Liana, have you eaten today?" Axel asks as he crosses his arms and looks at me sternly.

"Yes," I reply quickly as I push past him and walk to the kitchen. "I had breakfast, but then shit hit the fan and I forgot about lunch."

"Was Michelle not clear enough?" His angry voice follows me. "Do you want to end up in hospital?"

"Cut the crap, Axel," I snap as I open the fridge. "I didn't do it on purpose. Who the hell has an appetite when their brother dies?"

"Tell me you're not going to have a sandwich?" He looks with disgust at the ingredients that I have taken out.

"Yes, I am," I roll my eyes at him as I take out slices of bread. "Do you want?"

"That's not enough," he protests. "You need proper food. Vegetables and meat and ..."

"And I don't have time for that now," I interrupt him. "Besides, ham and tomato cover the categories."

"Always a clever answer and in the meantime, you're about to fall through your own ass," he grunts as he opens the freezer.

"Where's your steak?" He turns to me with a frown.

"I don't have steak," I shrug as I butter the bread. "It's a luxury I cannot afford."

"Are you implying that I don't pay you enough?" He growls.

"Dammit, Axel," I lose my temper and throw him with a tomato. It hits him solid on the chest and bursts open, staining his perfectly white shirt.

He goes eerily quiet and stares at the stain before he slowly looks up at me. I bite hard onto my bottom lip to stop myself from smiling but I give up the fight and burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry," I laugh as I wet a dish towel and turn to him.

"No, I'm not sorry," I cannot stop the laughter as I clumsily wipe the stain on his shirt. "You asked for it. There's nothing wrong with my salary but I stick to a budget and that doesn't include steak."

"So, you didn't lose weight because you didn't have money for food?" He asks cautiously and a fresh wave of laughter bursts over my lips.

"What's so funny?" He demands brusquely. "Is it wrong that I care?"

"You're adorable," I stand on my toes and quickly kiss him on his lips. "Axel, cooking for one is a schlep, okay? And I didn't grow up on steak. It's not normal for me."

He looks at me long and intensely before he takes out his phone and walks away. I exhale deeply and shake my head as I clean up the tomato. He really is not in a good mood.

"Put that away," Axel says as he enters the kitchen again. "I've arranged with Maddy for food. It will be delivered soon."

"Let me guess, steak?" I snort as I put back the ham and cheese.

"And vegetables," he confirms. "Plenty of it."

I take out the Nutella and a spoon and take a seat at the counter as I watch him take off his shirt. My eyes feast over his chiselled chest as I dip the spoon into the jar. I love his body; I sigh inwardly as the sweetness of the Nutella hits my tastebuds. The muscles on his back ripple smoothly as he rinses out his shirt and I shift uncomfortably on my chair. Is it wrong that I am aroused instead of grieving?

Leon and I were never close and honestly, I am sorrier for my parents and their loss than for myself. Leon was never kind or even brotherly towards me. I have not lost a brother. I have lost a burden. But Axel ... he has been nothing but supportive and caring. "There," Axel shakes out his shirt and hangs it over the chair. "It should be dry in a couple of minutes."

I do not say a word as I get off my chair and walk to him.

"What now?" He frowns when I stand in front of him.

"Nothing," I murmur as I stick my finger into the jar and scoop out a chuck.

"What are you doing?" He hisses as I smear the Nutella over his nipples and as answer, I slowly lick the sweetness from his chest.

He groans low and deep when I add more Nutella and continue removing it with my mouth. Swiftly, he takes the jar from my hands, picks me up by the hips and puts me down on the counter. His lips come crashing down hard and mercilessly on mine. Overcome with desire, I wrap my legs around his waist and push closer to him. I eagerly caress his chest where my lips were a moment ago and his fingers curl into my hair as his tongue demands entrance.

Our breathing is rapid and shallow when he pulls away long enough to get rid of my shirt and bra. His palms are warm and hungry on my naked skin, and I revel in his touch as our kiss turns greedy.

Gently he pushes me backwards until my back is on the cold counter. Our eyes lock as he undoes my jeans and strips them down until I am naked. He picks up the jar and I shiver involuntarily as he traces a finger with Nutella over my breasts down to my navel. I gasp for air when he leans forward, and his tongue and lips follow the path his finger has drawn. The kitchen fills with my moans as he licks and kisses me. He picks up my legs and I wrap them around his neck as he continues moving lower. "Hm, yes," I moan when his mouth finally reaches its destination between my legs. My fingers cramp into his hair and I open my legs wider as he caresses my c******S.

Everything fades away until I am only aware of him and the havoc he is creating between my legs.

"Axel," I pant, and I tighten my grip on his air as my muscles tighten.

"Stop," I beg as I fight my orgasm.

"What's wrong?" his voice is hoarse and warm against my skin.

"Nothing," I struggle upright and reach for his pants. "I just want you to join me."

He claims my lips feverishly as he undoes his pants and drops them to the floor. His fingers dig into my hips to pull me closer to the edge of the counter. His green eyes bore into mine as he tediously slowly enters me and my eyes flutter close when he completely fills me.

With a content sigh, I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. The fulfilment of him inside me is overwhelming and I whimper in delight as he shoves into me.

I am so incredibly close to release, and I know I cannot hold on much longer. My muscles pull tighter, and my breathing becomes heavier with every thrust. Desperate for him to join me at this height, I suck on his mark and his growl echoes loudly through the kitchen. He increases his rhythm and I scream out my ecstasy when my orgasm waves over me at the same time as he jerks against me.

Breathlessly we cling to each other until. Our jagged breathing is the only sound in the kitchen.

"Desert before the entree," he grins as he slightly pulls away to kiss me. "I can get used to it."

"This wasn't desert," I playfully make my eyes big at him. "This was the appetiser."

"You mean there's more?" He raises his eyebrows.

"Only if you're up for it," I shrug nonchalantly.

"Desert is for those who finish their meals," he chuckles as he kisses me on the tip of my nose. "You need to put clothes on, our food will be here any minute."

"Yes, Alpha," I snort as I scoot off the counter and reach for my underwear.

"Liana," he reaches for my hand. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I look at him flabbergasted. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Leon," he says the word softly as if he is afraid that he might disturb the light-hearted atmosphere.

I do not answer him as I put on my clothes and take a seat. Axel looks at me and sighs before he reaches for his pants.

"I guess I'm a terrible sister," I say softly after a while. "I didn't want him dead or hurt but ... I'm relieved in a sense. It's liberating to know that nobody will knock on my door again because he owes money. I know it sounds selfish and horrible, but the only memories I have of him are ones of him wanting money."

"You're not a terrible sister," Axel takes a seat next to me. "He was a terrible brother."

"Regardless," I shrug. "It doesn't matter what he did, he was my brother and I ..."

"Don't you dare," he cuts me off and takes my hands into his. "Don't you dare feel guilty. Leon was going to die whether you paid or not. I promise you I will replace whoever is responsible."

"I know," I smile weakly as I rest my head against his shoulder. "But I cannot shake the thought that things could've been different if I paid."

"There are always what ifs and maybes," Axel kisses me on the top of my head. "Just be careful that it doesn't cloud the facts."

"Thank you," I sigh as I close my eyes and hug him. "For everything."