Page 65 of Axel (Belles & Bratva Beasts #2)

I’m too overwhelmed, feeling how Axel’s all mine. I trust it, and I can see that Alena lives in Loch’s heart.

It’s obvious by the lost look in Loch’s stunning eyes. He looks hurt without her. It’s an odd aura against his rugged persona and beefy appearance with ink crawling up his thick neck. His pain is almost beautiful, but if I could, I’d make it go away. I want him to have love, too.

Suddenly, I feel close to all the kings. Like I want to take care of them, too.

That’s what makes the act of Axel, guiding me to sit on Jace’s empty lap, so intimate and erotic.

Jace sighs as I settle over him. He smells like lavender, citrus, and wood. His body is rippled concrete covered by fine wool pants and starched cotton. His hard form greets my soft, naked body, and I relax. I feel that I can trust him, too.

“Hold her open for me,” Axel commands Jace.

“Like this, my queen?” Jace’s gravelly voice vibrates in his exposed chest pressed against my back. As Nash held me, Jace does the same. Carefully, he hooks his corded, inked forearms under my legs and spreads them open. “Is this comfortable?”

Comfortable?

I’m watching Axel peel off the wet shirt I soaked before he shucks his pants down and kicks them free, along with his shoes. Of course, he leaves his socks on.

Only I can see his feet.

That’s what makes this one of the most tender and taboo things I’ve ever felt. How Axel’s cock soars, thick and hungry for me, while his brother holds me open to receive him.

“Yes,” I answer Jace. I answer the question in Axel’s eyes.

He wants this, and I do, too .

“Play with her nipple chains,” Axel orders. “Give her pleasure.”

Jace unhooks his wrists, leaving my legs to drape over the padded arms of his throne. Gently, his massive hands pull at the dainty chains attached to the golden tweezers clamped over my nipples, tugging at them…

And, oh fuck.

I groan.

I slip into the pool of lust that Axel’s plunged me into twice already. Once, sucking his cock. Twice, when he devoured my pussy.

And now, while Axel tugs my thighs, making me slide down Jace’s lap, my back resting against his groin. I can feel Jace’s thick erection, urging against me. He’s very aroused, watching his brother about to fuck me.

I can feel it in Jace’s deepening breath. How he’s gazing at my wet open cunt. How he needs a woman, too.

He must be in pain, waiting for his.

“Watch.” Axel teases his swollen tip over my clit. “Watch this pretty wet pussy take every inch of this cock.”

I set my moan free while Jace stifles his. I start to shake when Axel circles his crown over my clit before he glides his tip to my entrance and brutally thrusts inside me.

Oh my god!

This is going to happen fast. Fast, intense, and explosive again. I feel it. I need it.

“Oh fuck, please,” I beg Axel for mercy. For more. For his sweet stretch. His total possession as he gazes down, and all three of us watch his penetration.

How he fills my aching cunt. How I trust him, love him. How he makes me shudder with a wave of emotions. I’m overwhelmed by the sight of Axel’s steel piercing for me. How it gleams like his rare wedding ring on my finger, too, my hands bracing against his granite shoulders .

“Axel,” is all I can sigh, so damn open to him. Taking him.

“Yes, baby,” he growls. “You like this? You like taking my cock while my brother holds you open for it? While he plays with your naughty nipples and watches you get fucked?”

“Yes.” I can’t think straight. This feels too taboo, too good. The truth escapes my lips. “I’ve never been fucked like this before. Do it. Make me your dirty girl. Play with me. Fuck me.”

“Oh fuck,” Jace mutters, his cock twitching against my back.

“You’re so beautiful.” Axel gazes down at me, at us. “You’re so fucking beautiful, loving my cock fucking you like this, Wildfire.”

Bracing his hands against the arms of Jace’s throne, Axel’s inked muscles rip across his shoulders and pecs. His whole body flexes as he planks his form, his washboard abs locked with his effort. He watches his shaft, plunging in and out of my split, creamy pussy.

I can feel every thick inch of him and…

Oh my god, he looks so hot. He feels so good.

“Can you see how her wet pussy is mine?” He thrills Jace. “Can you feel her cum dripping down her sweet ass cheeks and all over your pants?”

“Yes,” Jace grunts.

I can, too. I’m moaning, taking, and releasing. It’s as if Axel’s found my well of lust tonight, and I won’t stop leaking, dripping. Little convulsions and deep pulses tease what he’s about to do to me. What I need him to do to me.

“Please, Axel,” I beg. “I need your thick cock. Fuck me so hard with it. Make me squirt for you again like a good girl.”

“Fuck, Ruby,” Axel groans, his eyelids dropping heavy with lust.

“Fuck, y’all,” Jace groans, too. “Fuck, you’re going to make me come, too. ”

“Let him come with us.” I gaze up at Axel. “He needs to.”

I don’t know why I suddenly feel it, but I do. I feel bound to Jace. To everyone. They’re watching as Axel permits, “Do it. Come if you need to.”

He knows Jace is lonely, that he needs a love like ours.

In a quick movement, I feel Jace’s warm hand slide down my back while he rips open his zipper, freeing his cock to rub against my back. It’s as if he’s desperate for any touch, any warmth, and release.

It’s so heartbreaking and hot.

But when Jace growls, “Goddamn, she feels good. She’s such a sweet slut. She wants to make us come on her. She wants to come and be so fucking dirty for us.”

I’m shocked by Jace’s kinky mouth … and oh fuck , thrilled by it, too.

Jace tugs my nipples harder, thrusting his hips, and that unleashes Axel. Like he half-regrets unleashing his brother, too, but he’ll show him who’s in charge. Who owns me.

They become animals, beasts even. Grunting and thrusting. Fighting and feral.

“Play with your clit,” Axel growls, hammering his cock into my cunt. “Strum that sweet clit while I fuck you so hard and make your tight pussy squirt. That’s it. Squirt, baby. Show him who you belong to.”

I obey. I let go. I’m engulfed in their power and heat. Jace’s thick cock drips against my back but it can’t match the brutal claim Axel is making of my cunt.

Like a piston, he knocks the breath from my lungs, his mass erasing my mind. His piercing, my piercing , strikes my fingers feverishly rubbing my clit for him. And his eyes. Axel’s eyes. They won’t stop watching me do this for him.

“Oh my god,” I pant. “I’m gonna come.”

“My sweet little slut,” Axel praises. “Squirt on my cock. Squirt on my brother. ”

That takes me. It takes Jace, too. Axel knew it would as I buck so hard in Jace’s lap, the friction makes Jace grunt while Axel pulls out, watching me gush, pulsing and moaning.

Then Axel leans down, lapping at my dripping cunt like a thirsty dog and Jace groans, “Oh fuck, yes.”

Jace must feel me. He must feel a lot because he dares to grab my hips, thrusting into my backside with pained sounds while he shakes.

While his warm cum paints my back. It makes me shudder.

The last quivers of my orgasm can’t hide the erotic thrill, but then I search Axel’s eyes, worried about his wrath.

Oh my God, he’s going to kill Jace.

But Axel smiles.

Gently. Knowing. Almost kind to his brother.

Jace couldn’t help it.

Yes, Axel will kill for me. But he wants his brother to feel love, even if it’s the edges of our love that we share with him. At least until Jace finally has a love of his own.

“Fuck,” Jace huffs. “Thank you. Fuck, that felt good. I needed it.”

“You’re welcome,” I sigh, feeling tendrils of the taboo and tender still swirling through me. But it felt right. I feel closer to Jace now, and I try to turn my head to comfort him, but the angle is too awkward.

“It’s what I wanted for us, man.” Axel still hovers over me in a plank of muscles and ink.

His cock remains raging hard. He didn’t come, though his beard and cock drip with my pleasure.

“My queen is so fucking beautiful, isn’t she?

” He gazes warmly at me while assuring Jace, “I promise, you’ll love your queen one day like I love mine. ”

“Thanks,” Jace answers softly, and I glance to my right. At Delphine and Grant. How she’s in his lap. How he loves her, too. Sire and Wren are the same. So are Nash and Vale.

Then I glance left, and Zar is curled up with Nick .

But Loch?

Why does it hit my heart so hard that he’s sitting alone?

“You still with us, Wildfire?”

Axel leans down, softly kissing me. He’ll always worry, care, and love me.

And I don’t fight it anymore.

I trust it.

“Always.”