Page 43 of Axel (Belles & Bratva Beasts #2)

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

RUBY

Axel blindfolds me.

He said he wanted me to watch an initiation, when really, he wants me to feel it.

I kneel on a soft pillow while he caresses my head in his lap. A lace bondage mask and silk blindfold hide my hair, face, and eyes. Only my ruby lips are revealed.

But I get the impression through whispers that all are intrigued by our display.

I can feel Axel’s erection pressed against my cheek. I sense the poignant moments and passion in the air. I hear every reverent and erotic word said. And I fight the maddening buzz of the vibrator against my clit.

In holy moments that sound like the wedding of Nash to Vale, officiated by Sire and Axel, he clicks off the vibrator and lets me breathe.

In hot moments, like when Nash tells Vale, “Show my brothers what’s mine to fuck,” Axel tortures me, igniting the luscious hum against my aching pussy, my panties soaked, while the toy in my ass only intensifies the sensation.

I hear Nash spanking Vale before taunting her while she sucks his cock. I hear the other queens admire some toy he’s torturing her with. Then, Vale begs him to fuck her ass, and I hear Axel bark at him minutes later, “She needs to come like that,” he orders. “If she doesn’t like it, stop.”

God, I love that about him.

Axel was born to dominate. He will stalk, chase, claim, and kill, but he will never take.

“No, I love it. I love Nash.” Vale’s consent is demanding: “Don’t stop. I want it.”

I bite my lip at the lust in her voice and fight mine. But when she says, “Yes, Daddy, fill my ass with your cum,” I shudder, stifling my moan with a dangerously close orgasm.

Axel clicks the bullet off, and I pant against his thigh. Holding my lace-covered cheek against his thick cock, he’s taunting me with what he’ll give me tonight.

Finally, their sex ends, their breath panting as murmurs of approval fill the room. Then it sounds like some rise to get more drinks. Like that was the wedding, and the reception is next.

But Axel doesn’t rise, and obediently, I kneel.

My legs and back are starting to cramp, but I’m too stubborn to protest. There’s something about this ultimate submission that gives me supreme power. I can feel the praise in Axel’s touch, loving our bond.

A heavy knock raps on the door, making me jump. Voices fall silent as thudding, booted feet enter the room.

Who is it?

Who wasn’t here before?

I don’t know. I just hear Sire clear his throat, proclaiming, “Now that all are present, let us continue.”

It sounds like another ceremony, but it’s between Nash, Vale, and Jace this time. My ears strain to hear this part since Axel said he’ll allow Grant to be my second king .

At first, it sounds like Jace is so serious and sweet, agreeing to protect Vale, too.

But then Axel chimes in, “Each queen decides how to receive a second king. A queen may receive more than two kings if that is her or his desire, for we are here to honor our queen’s flesh. Be it tonight or any other, we always serve our queens.”

But Axel’s hand, caressing my head, holds it even tighter, not cruelly, with jealousy. No, his hand feels warm and fierce with protection, almost shaking with … with fear?

No. Fury.

Only Axel and I know about his father finding them, and The Queen isn’t here. I haven’t heard her, so it’s only the kings with their new queens gathered.

But one of them is a traitor?

It doesn’t sound like it when Jace expresses his deep respect for Nash and Vale. It doesn’t feel like it when Grant playfully teases Jace about it like they’re thirteen.

There’s no betrayal amongst the kings.

Since I can’t see, all I can do is hear, smell, and sense the love in the room, and a shared lust so powerful for their queens that it soaks my thighs. So when Wren, in her fairy-like voice, says of the kings, “I like it when they’re beasts.”

I sigh, “Hmm,” into Axel’s thigh because I agree.

I love it when he’s a beast. I’d love all of them if they’re beasts. I trust them. They’d never hurt another king or queen.

But the room falls silent at my first sound until Nash barks, “Will you lift that sweet woman off of her goddamn knees?” Me? It must be. “Let her sit on your lap.” He’s fussing at Axel. “She’s at least passed this test.”

After a rumbling growl, Axel gently tugs my arm. My legs shake as I rise, then I hear him pat his thigh, guiding me to sit on his lap .

I listen to what sounds like Nash going down on Vale. Then it sounds like he’s thrusting inside her, swearing to fill her before Jace’s turn.

The sounds of Nash’s possession and Vale’s pleasure perfume the air like an opiate, drugging me. Without thinking, I grind my hips over Axel’s erection, and he grabs me, like hold still.

This arouses him.

Greatly.

I can feel it.

Greatly.

As much as Axel hates the idea of sharing me, he craves the public spectacle of claiming me. He did it like an animal at the dance club in Mykonos. He dominates me almost every time we fuck, and I love it.

The threesome between Nash, Vale, and Jace fills the air. Their taunts and moans building to where I can hear Nash slipping from fighting their union … to getting off on it.

Vale’s pleasure is obvious, and Jace’s restraint is touching. It’s like he respects his role but can’t deny the pleasure of filling it, of filling Vale.

Axel said each queen decides how she’ll receive her second king. So, how do I want Grant? How can I receive him in order to become Axel’s queen, without hurting Axel?

For the first time, I care.

I’ve shared nights with two men, so I’d feel nothing for either. So I’d never get hurt.

But this time, I only love one man and want to respect him. I don’t want to hurt him, but how? How can I truly be Axel’s queen?

And will we even make it to my initiation if his father has found them?

And then there’s the secret of Alena and Loch. How she doesn’t know about their arranged marriage .

I don’t hear her. She’s not here. It’s too taboo. Nash would never allow his daughter to witness what he’s doing with Vale and Jace.

They protect Alena from this, from so much. But how will everything change once she finds out? I wouldn’t blame her for being hurt.

If Axel lied to me like that? After he’s fought so hard to earn my trust? I can’t imagine the pain. I’ve protected myself from it for so long. But now?

Axel’s the first man I’ve loved.

The last man I’ll love.

It makes me nestle into him, resting my head on his shoulder. With strong arms, he wraps around me. “I got you,” he whispers tenderly.

Then he shifts underneath me, his erection unrelenting, his lips urging over my ear, “Wildfire, I want to fuck you so hard right now, I’m in pain.”

I grind over him, lust and love storming through me, too. The sounds of the others in the room, sharing the same desire, drip through my veins.

It sounds like Vale comes, Jace finishes, and Nash takes another turn with her while I hear the others.

Zippers drag. Chairs creak. Moans beg. Dirty whispers taunt. Slick skin slaps. The kings sound like beasts, and the queens sound like their ready mates.

It’s a sacred orgy and I’m dying to join them, to have Axel.

“In the bathroom down the hallway,” he whispers in my ear, “look under the sink. I put your shoes there.”

“What?” I whisper back. “My shoes?”

“Your running shoes.” He tugs my collar. “Because you’re going to run, my queen, and I’ll finally catch you tonight.”