Page 64 of Axel (Belles & Bratva Beasts #2)

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

RUBY

I’ve never been so proud, kneeling before a crowd. My nipples ache, pinched in clamps hanging from Axel’s collar around my neck. My lips, chin, and breasts drip with his masculine claim. My exposed sex weeps, waiting for him. My toying ass is ready to receive him, too.

Axel’s dominance is the penultimate drug.

I’m euphoric.

I’m his.

He walks to the side of the platform where Sire knelt.

Where Sire tickled, tugged, and tortured my swollen nipples with his expert fingers, sending luscious shocks through my core, his touch and Axel’s filthy praise making me orgasm without a touch to my clit.

God, Sire’s just like his brother, a natural Dom, and the fact that I felt it, know it, trust it …

That taboo thrills me even more.

“You look incredible like that, my queen.” Axel lowers his lips, tugging my leash so I’ll lift my chin and eagerly return his kiss.

He laves his tongue over mine, moaning at his taste in my mouth before he sweeps my lips. He cleans his cum off my chin, too, but he leaves it dripping and drying on my breasts.

Then he nuzzles his forehead to mine.

“Does your pussy want more?”

“Yes, my king.”

“Spread yourself open and prove it.”

This is complete trust. Complete exposure. Complete control and total submission.

And I was born to do this for him.

I sit on the plush platform and lean back on my elbows. Drawing my knees up, I let my legs fall wide open for Axel. His brothers can see me, too. So can the queens.

Desire leaks from my cunt and I clench it for him. I make my ass pulse around my naughty bunny plug, too, and Axel growls, “Fuck yes, that’s mine.”

“Nash,” he calls to him while his stare admires my wanton pride. “Come here and serve my queen’s pussy for me to eat.”

Oh.

My.

God.

Nash Allen. Our second king. Vale’s king and fiancé is almost as menacing and mouthwatering as Axel. Tousled bronze hair. Rich brown eyes. He’s tall with ink and muscles galore.

Wearing black suit pants and an unbuttoned starched white shirt—it’s what all the kings wear tonight—he rises from his throne.

Axel shrugs off his black jacket, tossing it on the platform while Nash stalks my way.

I’m sure in time, I’ll get to know Nash. I’ve grown so close to his queen already. But the fact that Nash feels like a stranger, but one I want to trust as a king, makes this more erotic.

I guess Axel meant it .

Every king will touch me tonight.

And I want it.

I want to belong. To bond. To be owned and adored.

“Come here, Wildfire.”

Tenderly, Axel beckons me to rise, guiding me to wrap my hands around his neck while he lifts me, hooking his arms under my legs and setting me like a doll into Nash’s waiting grasp.

With my naked back against Nash’s exposed, smooth chest, I can feel his hard heat. I can smell his cologne: vanilla and leather. I can sense how my weight is nothing to his strength.

“You good, my queen?” Nash asks me while I lean against him, my legs dangling over his arms. He holds me, splayed open … and I love it.

“Yes, thank you.”

It doesn’t feel right calling Nash or anyone else my king. Though I know our roles, that’s not my heart. It belongs to one man. One king.

“Bring her to me.”

Axel sits on his throne, summoning Nash.

Beside Axel’s throne sits mine, waiting for me.

Next to mine is Nash’s empty throne. Beside his throne sits Vale with Sire beside her and Wren next to him.

They have a full view of what Axel is about to do, while the others can imagine it. They can hear Axel taunting me, “You were such a good girl, getting so wet for me while you sucked my cock. So, now relax and let Nash hold you while I feast on your cunt.”

In two steps, Nash stands between Axel’s spread legs, his knees brushing Axel’s throne. Nash holds me, hovering my body so close to Axel’s mouth that my toes brush the wooden arms of Axel’s black throne .

“Pulse that pretty pussy again, baby.” Axel sits like a king, regal and relaxed, his breath steaming under my splayed lips. “Pulse it and make it drip on my tongue.”

I’m an animal, feral and caught by one man, who’s serving my pussy to another.

Yes, please.

Make me do it.

Fucking serve me.

I squeeze and make one little drip leak from my entrance, and Axel groans, the tip of his tongue licking it up before he spears my tender hole. I can’t help it. I moan. I fight to keep my eyes open. Held like this in Nash’s arms, I can’t hide my nature. My pussy is open, weeping, and craving more.

With his eyes glaring up at me, Axel flicks his tongue over my raw clit. It’s been hard and aching for over an hour, and I urge, “Please, Axel. Make me come.”

He smirks, teasing, “So impatient when you taste so fucking sweet. Watch, my queen. Watch how sweet you taste to me.”

Expertly, he circles, sucks, licks, and flicks my clitoris for minutes. Forever, he edges me until I’m shaking in Nash’s arms.

“Please, my king,” I beg, glancing over at the others watching us. Our lustful audience only makes me need this more. “Please, finger me. Fuck me. Just make me come for you.”

“Mmm. Yes, be such a dirty girl for your daddy.” Nash’s husky voice taunts me. It taunts Axel, too, “Make that pretty pussy squirt all over your daddy’s face.”

I moan as Axel smirks at Nash’s kink. Sinking two thick fingers inside my creamy pulsing cunt, Axel starts playing Nash’s game … and me .

“Damn right I’m your daddy,” Axel coaxes. “You want to be a dirty girl for me, Wildfire? You want to squirt on your daddy’s face in front of everyone?”

“Oh my god,” I sigh, my eyes rolling back, pleasure erupting through my senses when I feel Axel’s fingers curl inside me, pressing against that tender spot. Violently, he starts jerking his fingers inside my walls as his mouth starts ruthlessly sucking my clit.

It’s the most degrading pain and delicious pleasure I’ve ever felt. “Oh my god!” And Axel does it to me. Always. He’s claiming me so fast. “Oh my god, I’m coming!”

“Come on your daddy’s face,” Nash taunts. “Come all over your king.”

I stare into Axel’s icy eyes and burst, shaking and releasing the pressure he built, the pleasure he created. I explode, screaming and squirting it into his open mouth, showering his waiting tongue that won’t stop licking and drinking more from me while my thighs quake.

I make myself watch. I make myself witness the woman I am for Axel. The woman I’ll always be.

His sub. His queen. His wife. His everything.

Lustful moans spill from me while my cum drips from Axel’s beard, his mouth gently slurping on my pulsing cunt until I stop shaking and his deep voice praises, “Such a good girl, making your thirsty daddy get so hard for you.”

Nash chuckles, holding my trembling body. That’s when I realize that I can feel Nash’s swollen tip in his pants, poking at my bottom. Nash is hard, too, and Axel sees it.

His taunt was meant for him, as well, while I hear Vale sigh, “Good god, that was hot.”

I agree, but I need to catch my breath, and Axel reads it in my eyes.

“Give her to me,” he orders Nash to lay me in his waiting arms .

I soaked his chest and shirt, but I don’t care. I nuzzle Axel’s neck, curling up in his lap.

“You okay?” he whispers over my hair.

“More than okay,” I sigh. “I want more.”

“Bring her water,” Axel commands the group, and Jace complies. He rises and fills a crystal glass on the antique credenza before crossing the room and offering it to me.

I lick my lips, thirsty and thankful, but also noting the heavy erection hanging in Jace’s pants, too.

I thank Jace and sip my water.

And Axel smirks, watching Jace return to his throne before he asks me, “Are you ready for more, my queen? Can I lay you in the lap of another king while I fuck you?”

The sweet shocks won’t stop tonight, but I don’t overthink Axel’s question.

“Yes, fuck me like a queen.”

Axel nips at my demanding mouth before his kiss claims it, his tongue sharing our taste: my tang and his salt. I breathe against his lips. “Now, my king.”

“Stand up and take off your panties.”

“Her ouvert panties,” Vale interjects cutely, and Axel winks at her.

I love the relationship he has with the other queens. It’s respectful. It’s affectionate. It’s warm and protective, but it’s not like the intense love we share.

I’m beginning to feel what Axel has told me all along.

This is building a bond, rare and revered. You can’t describe it from the surface. You have to dive in to feel its warmth, its depth .

I already feel connected to the queens, and I’ve loved Zar and Nick for so long.

But now? With the other kings?

I feel safe with Sire and comfortable with Nash.

As Axel’s queen, the first-chair queen, he’ll make sure I bond with all of his brothers tonight.

It’s like he needs it.

And I do, too.

After my little rest and water, I stand on firm legs, confidently stripping off my panties for the room. Not like they were concealing anything, but now, there’s no pretense of hiding.

I’m in my collar and chains, and I’m all Axel’s.

He holds out his hand and I place my soaked panties in it.

Then he rises, leaving my panties on his throne before he leads me across the room to the other side of the semicircle.

Now, I’m staring down Grant, Delphine, Jace, and the empty throne beside him.

For a moment, my heart hurts for Jace. He deserves a queen, a love like what Axel and I share.

What woman would stay married to an asshole, as Vale described, and not run into Jace’s waiting mammoth arms?

Whoever she is, she’d be lucky.

You can see it in Jace’s steel blue eyes. They’re warm. They’re ready to give so much love.

Beside his empty queen’s throne, sit Nick and Zar. Of everyone, they’re closest to me. They’re a line I don’t cross, and Axel knows.

Next to Zar sits Loch, alone.

And of all the brothers, I know him the least. He doesn’t live in Charleston. He lives in the mountains, where he works as a forest ranger with Alena.

I know her throne will remain empty. She’ll never be initiated or learn about this room. And I don’t imagine her with Axel anymore.