You're My Angel

Chapter Twenty Nine

*Axel*

I stood there over the four of them slightly out of breath, my fists throbbing and yet never felt so rejuvenated. My rage was still there, still present, but seeing the state they all were in calmed me. They weren't getting back up anytime soon. Blood was now all over my pants, my shirt, and my hands.

But I didn't care.

They were lucky to still be alive, breathing. Maybe barely, but they were still breathing.

The damaged door finally bursts open, and I turn my head to see who had finally broken through. It was security with the mayor close behind them. They all stop dead in their tracks and stare at the mess I made. Their eyes wide and in shock.

My pheromones were staggering as they quickly faltered in approaching. Even the security guards were Betas but the presence of my aura was so strong that even they could feel the drive to destroy.

I don't say a word as I don't look back to the four on the ground, most likely fighting for their lives right now. They were so badly beaten and bloodied I honestly couldn't tell who was who anymore.

"W-What have you done?" Mayor Nigel whispered in horror but he doesn't come close and continues to just stare.

"Only what they deserved." I growl menacingly. "Tristan?" I ask.

He finally gets a good look at me. "Where you told me to place him. He's shaken up pretty bad."

I don't say another word as I head out the door, all three of them quickly moving out of my way to let me pass.

"What about them?" He asks.

"Don't care." Was my only response as my sole focus was on getting Tristan somewhere he would feel safe.

There was now a large crowd hanging around the entrance looking on and when they see me come out, they all collectively take a step back, a few gasps of shock at my appearance. But none of them concerned me right now. All I cared about was getting to my Omega.

I don't stop until I finally get to my car where there was another security guard standing watch in front. I was glad he hadn't been left alone. I didn't take another step when suddenly a blast of a sweet aroma hits me full force. It was heavily scented of Honeysuckle and citrus.

And immediately my arousal flares up. Damn it, he was in heat, and it was out of control. Those bastards. I knew I should have killed them anyways. He didn't know how to control himself and he needed to be taught so shit like this doesn't happen again.

Sweat instantly beaded on my forehead, my body feeling hot and bothered. I start walking again until I'm at the driver door. The guy standing guard nods at me and doesn't say another word as he stalks off in a hurry. Most likely not wanting to get involved in this situation any longer.

I quickly get in just to get staggered back from the large amount of Omega fumes that was producing in this tiny little space.

Fuck.

I needed to get him home asap. And definitely away from me. I start the car quickly, seeing him hunched down in the backseat still crying, still shaking badly. His face was flushed and he looked more out of it than anything else.

I ignore my raging desire that was escalating to the surface at super speed, my dick throbbing painfully in my jeans. My inner wolf wanted to take over again, but I fight hard to keep him contained. Gripping the wheel tightly, I practically sped the hell out of town and straight to my house. The one time that I wished I lived closer than I actually did.

By the time I screech in the driveway and slam out of the car, my body was completely on fire. I was afraid to even touch him, but I needed to get him into his room and leave this house before something dangerous happened.

I didn't know how I was able to do it, but I take him right into my arms and ran to the front door. Immediately he clutches his hands in my shirt and starts sniffing my neck.

"You smell so good." He whimpers against my skin, making me nearly groan aloud.

My dick twitches and I knew I was running out of time before I lost my composure. Finally getting the damn door to unlock I push it open not caring that it slammed against the wall and race upstairs and down the hall where his room was stationed. By then he was rubbing up against me, his hand found a way into my collar seeking skin as his lips and tongue grazed anywhere it can touch.

I was already losing it. So badly did I want to bury myself in him, take him right here on his bed and just dominate his entire being. The only thing saving me right now was the fact it was Tristan. A young man who knew nothing about sexual desire or the repercussions of what this could cause.

I go to put him down only for him to instantly fall to his knees, grab my hips, and bury his face right where my crotch was. I grunt making a weird sound, the feeling of his hot mouth over my jeans sending sharp pleasure straight to my member, only making it harder.

"T-Tristan, you have to stop." I groan, trying to push him away.

"Hmm." Was his only reply.

Grabbing a fistful of his hair I gently pull his head away, trying hard to get out of his grip that was on my waist.

He stares up at me with such smoldering eyes, a face fully heated, and I watch his tongue snake out to slowly lick his plump lips. My inner wolf growls with such possessiveness. I fight him back down once more, closing my eyes tightly since looking right at him was just too much. Too much temptation.

"Listen to me Tristan, you don't know what you're doing right now. You can't control yourself and you're only going to regret it if you give in. Do you understand me?"

He doesn't say anything. "Please, tell me you understand." I practically beg him.

"I understand, can I suck you now?" His tone was breathless as he tries to get back to my crotch.

"W-What?! Y-You didn't understand at all did you?" I accused not paying attention to his hands as I scowl down at him.

It wasn't until I heard the clink of my buckle and the loosening of my zipper, did I realize what he was trying to do. I pull away, even though every fiber in my body was screaming to allow him to do whatever the hell he wanted with me.

I still his wondering hands and clasp them tightly in mine trying to get his attention on me and for me to get a damn grip on myself. I was drastically hurting down there and I needed to get to my room so I can relieve myself.

He finally stops what he was doing and looks back up with these sad puppy dog eyes and in a tiny voice he whispers brokenly,

"Y-You don't want me?" His eyes glistened with unshed tears and I was fucking lost.

"Aw fucking hell." I sighed with defeat and the next thing I knew my lips slams down against his and together our pheromones flare anywhere and everywhere, submerging us both in a drowning pit of desire that I wasn't able to hold back any longer.

I wanted him.

I needed him.

And for the first time in my life, I completely lost all control.