Page 32 of Axel (Belles & Bratva Beasts #2)

CHAPTER TWENTY

RUBY

“Fuck, Ruby.”

Axel shudders when I squeeze his erection, trailing my lips down his neck, sucking and biting his flesh.

He lets me unbutton his starched shirt, his pecs heaving with anticipation. I kiss them and glide my tongue over his satiny, inked flesh to suck his nipple, gently biting it, too.

I make him groan before he fists my hair. “You think I forgot?” He tugs with the perfect pressure. “You think I forgot you were a bad girl today?”

“Let me make it up to you.”

“Make it up to me?” He smirks. “No, you’re going to let me punish you.”

I knew he’d do this. And this is me, wondering what else I can do to get in trouble again.

“Bend over my kitchen table and lift your dress,” he orders, and I obey.

Pressing my body against the cool wood, I rest my cheek on it and tug my dress up.

“Pull your panties down,” he orders, standing behind me. “And give me a safe word. ”

“Michael,” I answer, dragging my panties to my thighs.

“What?” He breaks his Dom role, sounding shocked.

“Michael,” I insist. “That’s my safe word because that’s not who you are. This is who you are, Axel, and this is who I am for you. Punish me for being bad, for not letting you protect me, and please, my king,” I beg, “don’t ever stop.”

“Don’t ever stop?” His hand caresses my ass. “Oh, Wildfire, we’re just getting started.”

With a delicious smack, he spanks my ass, and I gasp. He smacks my other cheek a bit harder, and I cry out. He does it three more times, alternating cheeks, and the pain is instant but quickly chased away by the slick lust pooling between my thighs.

“I’ll go easy, my queen.” He smooths his big hand over my stinging flesh. “I’ll go easy until you want more. Until you like it harder.”

“I can take it,” I rasp. “I want it.”

“But I can’t. I can’t hurt you. Because…” His hands cup my ass, possessively pulling my cheeks apart. “Fuck, look at you, Ruby.” For a long moment, he stares, and desire explodes through my veins, so exposed to him, so open to him. “You have no idea what I can do to you. What I want to do to you.”

I gasp when I feel his spit land on my puckered hole, slowly rolling in a drip to my waiting pussy.

“Tell me, my king,” I sigh against the table. “What do you want to do to me?”

“Everything.” His finger glides through his spit, over my ass, and between my folds. “I want to chase you, catch you, and fuck you like an animal. It’ll be savage, and we’ll love it.”

Slowly, he rims my wet entrance, making me tremble before his fingertip finds my clit.

He teases it and leans down, pressing his body over mine, his lips to my ear.

“I want to fuck you in front of my brothers. I want to fill your sassy mouth, your pretty pussy, and your tight ass with my cum. I want to show them how I finally found my queen. How you’re our queen.

” He pinches my clit. “Is that what you want, Ruby?”

“Yes,” I sigh. “Please, Axel. Please, make me your queen.”

“Stay very still for me. Obey me.”

His other hand, the one covered in dried blood from defending my honor, cups the back of my head, gently holding me, trapped against the table, while his hand between my thighs starts shamelessly fucking me.

Two of his fingers pump into my slick entrance while another dominates my clit, making wanton moans crawl up my throat.

For minutes, Axel holds me down like this, praising, “Mmm. Such a good girl.” It’s hot and humbling as he probes, pleasing my pussy while I’m passive, greedily taking whatever he gives me and mewling for more.

“You’re soaking my hand,” he coaxes. “You love it when your king plays with your wet pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes, my king.” I feel so lewd and loved; he’s going to make me come. “I’ll be a good girl for you. I want you in my pussy, my mouth, my ass. Please, Axel, make me taste you. Make me fuck you and?—”

“Fuck, Ruby,” he sighs. “Fuck, baby, I can’t wait any more. Do it. Taste me.”

Gently, he pulls his hands away and tugs me to stand. Turning me around, he grabs the open lapels of my shirtdress and rips the remaining buttons open.

“Take it off,” he demands. “Take it all off for me and sit in your chair.”

I shrug my dress off my shoulders, letting it puddle around my feet while I unclasp my bra and fling it across the room. Shimmying out of my panties, I keep my eyes locked on Axel’s .

They’re fiery ice while he commands, “Keep your heels on and sit on your chair. Spread your legs, and let me watch you play with your pussy while you suck my cock.”

“Yes, my king.”

Desire melts my muscles, my bones turning liquid with it as I settle on the kitchen chair before him.

He reaches down and lifts my hand, cupping it over the thick erection in his pants. “Whose cock is this?”

“Yours, my king.”

“Try again, my queen.” He traces his bloody thumb over my bottom lip. “ Who do I belong to?”

In one moment, Axel’s feral. In another, he’s ferocious. Always, he’s possessive and protective. But right now, he’s open and giving…

And mine.

“Me, my king. You belong to me.”

“That’s right,” he urges, unfastening his pants and dragging his zipper down. “This is yours.”

As he reaches into his boxers, I lick my lips, relishing the reveal of what’s mine, jutting so hard and swollen before me. The steel jewelry gleaming above his thick shaft traps my stare.

“Do you like it?” he asks.

“I love it,” I sigh.

“This is the first ring I’ll give you, Ruby. Kiss it. You’re the only woman who ever will.”

I’m surprised he hasn’t let another do it, but I obey.

I want to. I’m drawn to Axel’s flesh. To his piercing.

To his scent: bergamot, cold water, musk, and man.

His dark hair is trimmed around his jewelry.

It tickles my lips as I close my eyes and kiss his warm, metal ring—the one designed to please his partner.

The reverent moan from Axel as he sinks his bloody hand into my hair, pressing my kiss to his flesh, unlocks something inside me. Something I’ve never given to a man. I don’t know what it is, but it’s his.

In a daze, I lift my stare, and he surprises me. Bending down, his finger lifts my chin, his lips taking mine in a kiss that ignites from sensitive to salacious, his hunger obvious and impatient.

“Now.” He pulls away, fisting my hair. “Wrap those stubborn lips around my cock, and let me finally fuck your throat.”

But I defy him with a smirk.

Staring up at him, I slowly drag my tongue under his base, up his long shaft, over his turgid veins to his swollen crown, and lave over his sensitive tip until I make him lurch when I flick his salty, dripping slit.

“ Fuucckk , dirty girl,” he groans. “You want to play? You want to tease my cock, Wildfire? Go ahead.”

I do. I want this power. I want to give Axel this pleasure. I feel it now: the warmth of his protection, the pride in his possession. I don’t want this to end too fast.

I stare up at him and let my drool glaze his tip before I gently brush my wet, puckered lips over it, slowly kissing then gently sucking his crown.

His eyelids drop, his blood-stained grip on my hair tightening. “You’re so fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth, Ruby. With my tip sliding over those plump, bratty lips of yours. Do you like finally being my good girl and sucking me off?”

I moan, my eyelids fluttering as I take my first inch of his length, his salt blessing my tongue for the first time.

“Oh, yes, you do. Such a good girl,” he praises. “Look at you. You like sucking your king’s cock, don’t you?” I moan again, and his lips part, relishing my obedience before he orders, “Touch your pussy, baby. Play with your pretty pussy and show me how much you love my cock fucking your mouth.”

I wrap one hand around his base, pumping his shaft while my other sinks between my spread thighs. My pussy is soaked, aching, and wanting him while I rub my hard clit, moaning with his mass in my mouth.

“Oh, fuck yes, Ruby.”

Slowly, Axel thrusts his hips, seeking more of my mouth. Lording over me, he looks too hot, he teases me too well, he tastes too good, finally demanding, “Now, be a good girl and sink your fingers into your wet pussy while you take every inch of my cock fucking your throat.”

I start slipping into the orgasm he coaxes. I plunge my fingers into my sex, my palm thrilling my excited clit. I let him watch me take his length, as much as I can, relaxing my throat, and letting him fuck it as sweet tears weep from the corner of my eyes.

Axel groans, the ice in his eyes igniting, fiery and feral, “Such a good fucking girl. Suck it, baby, and play with that pussy.” His pleasure looks so intense, so goddamn breathtaking that my orgasm hits me fast. I shudder, moaning with him in my mouth, my cunt and body clenching so hard, I have to fight not to clamp my jaw and bite him.

“Oh fuck, yes.” He cups my head, his hips starting to thrust harder. “Oh fuck, Ruby, you’re coming with my cock in your throat. Yes, baby, you’re going to swallow every drop of me.”

I’m ready. I’m willing. I want this. I moan for it and feel like I can come again, and he’s about to, but…

A loud YOWL echoes through his house.

I freeze, and so does Axel, our locked stares widening in shock, in realization.

“Sparky,” he rasps. “Oh fuck. ”

I pull back, my spit webbed from his tip to my lips, my breath huffing, “She’s in labor.”

He throws his chin up, roaring, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Letting go of me, he clenches his fists like he needs to punch something. Not me. Not ever. I trust him.

But Axel looks like he’s going to blow a gasket, or blow something; he obviously needs to.

“Okay,” he groans with the most frustration I’ve ever heard from a man. “Okay, goddammit, it’s our cat and my karma.”

It’s so frustrating; it’s funny.

I fight my giggle while he winces, wedging his angry erection back into his pants and ripping his zipper up with a muttered curse before he helps me rise, naked and in heels, my body tingling with the need to release, too…

But not now.

I run up the stairs, and Axel follows. Rushing into his bedroom, we find Sparky yowling with low grunts in the corner of her box on the floor.

“I got her.” Axel drops to his knees, gently petting her before turning to me. His eyes brim with the hottest storm of frustration, humor, love, and excitement. “Get dressed, Wildfire. We’re about to be parents.”

I dash into my room and throw on jean shorts and a T-shirt, giggling when I overhear Axel lecture Sparky, “Listen here, pussy. Tomorrow, we’re going to have a long talk about cockblocking and blue balls.”

Quickly, I return to his side, and he takes my hand, tugging me down on the rug beside him.

“Should we take her to the vet?” he worries, carefully soothing her.

But I pause, letting the memory of this terrifying beast with a blood-stained hand, who tortures with knives and salt, disappear while I let the sight of this beautiful man, who cares so deeply, invade my heart.

“She’s got this. We’re made to do this. Just…” I cup my hand over his. “Just love her … and don’t leave.”

He meets my eyes, his pause poignant. “I’ll never leave you.” The lump in my throat is sudden and sweet. “Do you want this?” He wraps his hand, caked in dried blood, over mine. “Life? Love? Lots of kids?”

“Lots of girls,” I answer softly.

“God, that’d be my dream.” His eyes light up. “Four of my little princesses? They’d worship me, be sweet daddy’s girls, and never leave my sight.”

“Clearly,” I chuckle, “you weren’t raised around girls.” But I can see Axel spoiling his. “And one boy,” I add, squeezing his hand. “A dark prince with icy blue eyes that’ll happily trap my heart forever.”

We can’t say more.

We don’t need to.

Axel reaches for my neck, wrapping his warm hand around it, and pulling me into a kiss. We can feel it, right here between us, and it’s so beautifully overwhelming until Sparky yowls in pain, ripping our stare to her as the first tiny creature slips into this world.

For six hours, we watch between naps. I rest my head on Axel’s lap. He plays with my hair, lulling me to sleep until we switch, and I do the same to him. We stay by Sparky’s side until we have six grandkittens: four boys and two girls—all little golden lions.

While they nurse and Sparky sleeps, we crawl into bed as dawn blooms bright pink through the windows.

Axel pulls me to him, content to hold me as usual, but I turn around in his arms. Deeply, I kiss him, and as always, he kisses me back with more passion, more demand.

I leave his mouth, and with my lips, I memorize every tattoo on his chest and down his flexing abs. When I tug his boxer briefs off, he groans, springing free and desperately hard for release.

I fist his base, and we don’t need words or a tease this time.

He lets me lavish him until he’s moaning my name, fisting my hair, and pumping his hips.

I try to take him, every inch I can, until he roars, his back bowing, his thighs shaking.

With deep grunts, he fills my mouth with more than I can take.

I swallow what I can, but he spills over my lips, and he doesn’t care.

No, it ignites his eyes. He pulls me up, gently tugging my hair until we kiss again. It’s so erotic, so intimate, how he moans at the taste of him in my mouth.

Then, he’s moving my body, silently lifting me and guiding me to straddle his face. He ruins my favorite race car pajama bottoms, ripping them open at the crotch seam, and I don’t care.

I love it when he makes me ride his face and fist his hair, his mouth giving me what I gave him until I’m crying out, too. Until I’m coming with his name on my shaking lips, and he wants this kiss from me, as well—the flavor of us, together, in our mouths.

“I’m going to miss you,” he sighs, cupping my cheeks.

“I’ll miss you, too,” I whisper, my throat tightening. “Protect our babies while I’m gone.”

“Have them with me, Ruby.” His eyes search mine. “Take my life and heart and have my future and our children.”

Tears well in my eyes, gazing down at him. “Axel, are you asking me to?—”

“Not yet,” he insists. “Just give me hope. Tell me that no matter what, you’ll be mine one day.”