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West delved into him.
    He tasted coppery and sweet, and Axel wanted more. He clung to West, sucking on his tongue, his lips, giving West as much of him as West would take.
    Had he been willing, Axel would have let West bend him over the bench and fuck him until they both screamed. He was losing himself so quickly, and in only a kiss, it was jarring.
    Axel turned his head, panting, trailing wet kisses along West’s jaw and down his neck.
    “Jesus,” West rasped, nipping at the upper curve of Axel’s ear. “God, I want…”
    Axel did too. So very much. He had to swallow twice before he could speak. “Anything, West. Anything.”
    West pulled him closer. Axel straddled his lap and rubbed his aching cock against West’s belly. It was late enough, and dark enough, that he wasn’t overly concerned with someone seeing them.
    West ran his hands down Axel’s back, stopping just above the waistband of his jeans.
    Axel nipped at West’s neck, intending to suck up a little mark there.
    But West went rigid beneath him and shoved Axel off his lap. “Stop!”
    Axel landed on his ass on the cement. “What—”
    West shot to his feet and turned as if to run.
    “West, wait! What did I do?” Axel needed to know. There’d been fear in that cry, and it trumped his own humiliation at being dumped like garbage on the sidewalk. “Please,” he said when West only stood with his back to Axel. “Tell me.”
    West shuddered, then to Axel’s shock, West sobbed. Just one hushed sound, but it tore at Axel’s heart and soul. He shot to his feet but didn’t touch West like he longed to. “West? It’s okay. Whatever it is, we can make it better. I’m sorry for—”
    “It’s me,” West got out in a stripped voice. “Not you.”
    “I’ve heard that before and never liked it,” Axel muttered. “Don’t punish me then, if it’s not me. Don’t leave.” Don’t leave me here. He had no way to contact West, no idea where he lived other than in the city. “Please, just talk to me.”
    West took a step away from him.
    Axel didn’t understand how his heart could break. He barely knew West at all.
     

Chapter Twelve
     
     
     
    It would be so easy to run. West stood frozen, having taken a step away. Axel pleading with him to talk rendered West incapable of fleeing like he’d planned to do. He touched his neck where Axel had nipped, and shuddered. That one small action had sent the nightmarish memories cascading into West.
    “West? Please?” Axel’s footsteps were as tentative as his voice. “T-tell me what I did wrong?”
    West closed his eyes. If he told Axel the truth, he’d be putting all of the coven members in danger. If Axel even believed him. Why would he? I sure wouldn’t have believed someone if they’d told me vampires existed—not until I was bitten.
    “West?”
    Axel’s voice was softer but came from closer than before. West listened and could hear Axel’s heartbeat, and scent the metallic tang of his blood. He hated being a predator.
    “West?” Axel said again. “Did something bad happen to you?”
    The bitter laugh slipped out of him before he could stop it. West opened his eyes and pressed a hand over his mouth. Why wasn’t Axel leaving? Did he really think getting laid was worth this much trouble?
    Axel moved around to stand slightly in front of him. “You can tell me, West. If…if you want to.”
    West wiped his mouth then scraped his palm over his thigh. He couldn’t quite bring himself to look Axel in the eyes.
    “Or you can not tell me, that’s okay, too,” Axel added. “Just, please don’t run off on me and leave me wondering what I did wrong. We were…we were both enjoying what we were doing, then something— I did something you didn’t like.”
    West touched the spot on his neck again.
    Axel exhaled sharply. “I bit you. You don’t like biting? I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I won’t— We can just be friends. I just don’t want to lose you.”
    West raised his gaze to