Page 45 of Axel (Belles & Bratva Beasts #2)

Gently, he presses my wet panties to my lips. “This is for your screams. Taste how they’re a lie. Taste how you really want my fuck.”

I let him stuff the lace into my mouth, leaving the ribbons to dangle over my chin. He does it just enough so I can breathe, just enough so I can crave my delicious degradation, tasting my desire for him on my tongue.

“Now be a good girl,” he growls, “and hold still. ”

Fabric rustles. It must be Axel adjusting his pants. Quickly, I glance up and down the alley, making sure we’re still alone.

Not that I care.

Not that I wouldn’t want anyone to watch how much he wants me.

Not that I don’t want him, too. Anywhere. Any way.

I tremble when I feel a cool ribbon of lube, drizzle between my cheeks. I moan when Axel turns the crystal plug in my ass, teasing and tugging at it, too. Letting go of my collar, he rubs my aching clit as he gently pulls the toy out, leaving me open, raw, and ready.

A bottle cap snaps closed. He must be putting the bottle and plug into his pocket before he presses his lips to my ear.

“You make me like this, Ruby. You make me an animal who wants to fuck you all the time.” His wide crown slowly urges into my slick, gaping entrance. “You make me want to do every filthy thing I can to you, for anyone to watch me fuck your ass, because you’re so fucking beautiful and mine.”

Slowly, Axel thrusts inside me, stretching me even more. He doesn’t make it brutal, but he’s not tender either. Spanking my tingling clit, he pushes right through the luscious burn in my ass, making me scream into my soaked lace, my thighs trembling, my hands shaking at his invasion.

Quickly, he yanks the panties out of my mouth, dropping them on the cobblestones. “Sorry, baby. Say your safeword if you need it.”

“Fuck you,” I rasp, jerking my hips, giving him the fight we crave. “And fuck my ass.”

“Such a brat.” He tugs the chain to my collar, his other fingers circling my clit. “I need to fuck your tight ass and take care of this little attitude you have.”

Take care of me?

Axel does .

With lewd, long thrusts of his cock, he drags his thick length out, before driving it back in. Over and over, he pumps into my ass, the pressure luscious and heightening every sensation in my body. My nipples ache. My pussy, too. Every part of me wants him like this.

“Look at you,” he praises, his voice husky. “Such a good girl, taking my thick cock in your tight ass. You love it, don’t you, Wildfire? All open and gaping for me. Your pretty, pink pussy’s dripping for me, too.”

“Yes, my king,” I sigh, shamelessly arching my back, taking more of whatever he gives me, and Axel’s taking me fast.

I don’t know how long I can resist the high edge he’s fucking me to. My hands find purchase against the brick wall, braced for his force, but slick lust streams down my thighs, wanting to slide into the waiting storm of pleasure.

I don’t want to fight Axel.

I want to fall into him and never return.

Like he senses my need, his fingers glide to my aching entrance.

Plunging them inside me, his palm grinds over my clit.

“So full of me, aren’t you, my queen?” He groans, “Your sweet cunt is dripping over my hand. Your tight ass clenches, loving my cock. Fuck, Wildfire, you can fight me all you want, but you have me. All of me. Always.”

“Axel, please,” I beg, abandoning our roles. “I want to come for you. Only you.”

He squeezes my neck. “Only me?”

“Yes,” I rasp. “Always, only you.”

“Good girl,” he praises. “Now, come for your king.” With a brutal thrust, he makes me take every thick inch, and I see stars. I feel his piercing, our ring, pressed against my tightest entrance, and I can’t find logic. The pressure and pleasure are too intense.

I can only feel his fingers, claiming my cunt, his palm, exciting my clit, his lips to my ear, his heart pounding with mine.

Axel’s everywhere inside me.

With another brute thrust into my ass and his gruff command, “Such a dirty girl, taking it in the ass. Come, my queen,” and I do.

Pleasure bursts through my core, cracking my walls. I cry out, and he covers my mouth, my shaking screams against his palm as savage as the blinding orgasm tearing through me.

It’s in control. Not me. It rushes over his hand, streaming down my shaking thighs. All that I’ve been holding back for hours won’t stop squirting from my cunt and Axel loses his mind with me.

“Oh, fuck, Ruby. Fuck, you’re squirting for me.” He sounds primitive. In pain. Unstoppable and unleashed. “Oh fuck, baby, I love you.”

He pumps into me, ruthlessly, cresting another wave inside me. He feels it, my walls pulsing around his fingers. It almost hurts, making me mewl into his hand, so he pulls them out, his slick fingers barely teasing my clit. That’s all it takes with his feral thrusts.

“Axel,” is all I can moan, think, or feel while I convulse, coming again with a splash over the cobblestones.

“Oh, fuck, Ruby, you’re making me come.” He uncovers my mouth, reaching to hold my hand, grasping the wall. He grabs my other, too, his hand dripping with my release.

With our hands clasped against the wall, his hips hammer, his cock claiming whatever is left of me. With a groan, he bites my neck, his thighs shaking against mine. Burying his face into my flesh, he grunts over my skin as his hulking body locks, and he spills inside me.

I can feel it. Pulse after pulse. His cock jumping with his next grunt, and I’m still pulsing and panting, too.

But suddenly, I sort of remember where we are, who we are, and for a moment, I fight for my focus. My hooded eyelids part, and I glance one way, then the other.

Thank god, we weren’t busted.

But still.

“Axel,” I sigh with his head on my shoulder, his hands still clutching mine. “We need to get somewhere safe.”

“I don’t care.” He exhales. “I want to live and die with you, Ruby. Only you. You’re all I care about.”

I feel it, too. I didn’t know I could feel this much … but, “You care about more than that.” I sweet-talk, “And you’re kinda buried deep in my ass in a public space, so imagine the look on your mom’s face if she has to bail us out for lewdness and indecent exposure.”

He chuckles into my shoulder, but won’t let my hands go. “At least laws against sodomy are unenforceable.”

Softly, I tease, “You really want to test that case right now, counselor?”

Gently, Axel leaves my body before smoothing my skirt down. I’m dripping and shaking as he asks, “Are you okay?”

“Never been better.” I mean it, turning around with a wobble. “But I don’t think I can walk.” Instead, I sag against the brick wall.

“I got you,” he assures. “Just hang on. I’ll text Jace to pick us up.”

He gives me an adoring kiss before I can protest Jace seeing us like this. And his kiss doesn’t stop until he’s finished arranging himself.

It’s June and we’re dressed for a fancy church wedding, though I’m sure we look like sweaty, fucking hell and it makes me laugh.

“What’s so funny?” he asks, taking his phone from the pocket of his rumpled jacket to fire off a quick text to his brother.

“I never thought we’d be here,” I marvel. “Chanel. Collars. Cum down our legs. Panties on the ground. Butt plugs in pockets and?—”

“And don’t forget the ring in my pocket.” He cups my face. “I always knew I’d finally catch you.”

He reaches for it and…

Is everything about to change? Yes, and I want it to. My heart flutters, happy and not afraid to ask, “But can you not ask me three minutes after our first anal? I need more romance than that.”

When Axel smiles, I swear his eyes are my rising sun. He pauses adoringly. “Oh, so my queen wants a royal proposal?”

“At least throw in a Burger King crown.”

“She wants a whopper of an engagement.” He aims his smirking lips for mine. “Noted.”