Page 67 of Axel (Belles & Bratva Beasts #2)

“Oh god. Oh god.” Her hands reach for my arm holding her. She scratches it as she begs, “Please, Axel. Do it. Fuck my ass.”

Slowly, I breach her while I bite her neck. It makes me find my restraint as I groan, holding her hip until she’s pushing against me. Until she wants more and takes every inch of my dick inside her .

Goddamn, she’s so tight. And wet. And shaking for this.

She lets me pump into her ass while I hold her neck and play with her hard nipple, my cock relishing her tightest little hole. With each thrust, I feel her ass clenching around my dick and…

God, I love fucking her.

I grit out, “Tell me how badly you want me, baby. Whose ass is this?”

“It’s yours,” she pants. “I’m yours, Axel, so go harder. Fuck me harder.”

“Pull her clit chain,” I growl at Loch while I bend Ruby over, palming her fiery hair and making her brace her small hands against the arms of his throne.

She’s not touching him, and he’s not touching her, but he’s doing this with us. He’s getting off on this, too. Our heat. Our scent. Our sex. Our sight. He’s tugging on the gold chain clamped to Ruby’s clit while he hungrily strokes his leaking cock.

“Does this feel good, my queen?” And Loch is such a service Dom. When he was a virgin, Delphine taught him well, and now he gets off on giving pleasure. “Is this what you like? Are you going to come while I play with your clit and your king fucks your ass?”

“Please, yes,” Ruby cries out. “Oh god, yes. Harder.”

“Fuck.” I listen to my queen. I thrust my hips harder. Every inch of my swelling dick is disappearing inside her. “Fuck, Wildfire, your ass exists for me to fuck, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Axel. Take it.” Her legs buckle. “Holy shit, I’m coming.”

“Good girl. Take my cock in your ass and squirt for me.”

I hammer my hips harder, ordering Loch, “Pull harder. She’s my little pain slut.”

“Yes. Yes.” Ruby bucks against me, and her legs give out. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I hold her up while she groans. She convulses. She can’t even speak while she showers me, Loch, and the floor.

And I explode.

“Fuck, Ruby. Fuuuck , I’m coming,” I groan into her shoulder, my thighs, drenched in her cum, violently shaking with my release. I grunt, fighting to stand and hold her up, too, while I pulse, over and over, spilling inside her. “Oh fuck, baby.”

Then I hear Loch. He groans, and I catch him closing his eyes and arching his back while he shoots over his tatted abs. The look on his face when he comes is ecstasy and relief twisted with a bit of pain.

But at least he’s not feeling it alone.

He’s one of us.

Carefully, I pull out of Ruby. Reaching down, I scoop her up, cradling her in my arms. She wraps her hands around my neck, sighing, “I love you,” before kissing me.

Then she turns to Loch. She sounds hoarse but happy when she asks him, “Do you feel better now?”

She worries about my brother as I do.

“Yeah.” Loch cracks his eyelids open and smiles. “Yes, my queen. Thank you.”

I whisper over her strands, “Goddamn, I love you.”

After we refresh, I lie with Ruby on the platform. I need to hold her. I need to marvel that I found this woman, and not die in awe that she’s mine. All mine.

Of course, the other kings and queens take the opportunity to couple.

At moments, it’s erotic .

But always, it’s intimate.

“I feel what you mean.” Ruby glances around and smiles at what warms me, too—the sight of Jace sitting beside Loch.

They’re talking, and as long as their queen’s thrones are empty, why should they sit apart? Jace is man enough to sit in the seventh queen’s throne so that Loch won’t be alone.

“Don’t you mean that you see what I mean?”

“That, too,” she replies with her head on my chest. “But I feel what you meant all along. I’m sorry I called it a gangbang, because that’s not what it is.

Yes, it’s the most erotic night of my life, but it feels safe and sacred, too.

I finally feel like I belong with everyone.

Like I love you the most, but I trust them, too. ”

I squeeze her tighter and kiss her hair, knowing that’s a big step for Ruby, and it’s all I wanted tonight. Her belonging. Her trust.

Then I remember…

But can we trust everyone?

I don’t get time to go down that rabbit hole.

Sire stands and begins the final part of her initiation.

So, I guide Ruby to kneel with me, facing me on the platform, while everyone else settles into their thrones.

Grant pecks Delphine’s cheek while Sire asks, “Which brother here will vouchsafe as a second king, declaring this union between Axel and Ruby as honorable and protected? Who here is pleased to join their bed, mercifully granting that they may live long and bountiful lives but pledging, should her first king perish, he shall guard our queen and their children in his stead?”

I’ve heard this sacred vow so many times.

But now?

I gaze into Ruby’s sapphire eyes, and like a bullet through my heart, I think of Lev. I think of my father, and a shiver whips through me because for the first time, I fear …

My queen may need her second king.

My children with Ruby may need one of my brothers.

I may not make it out alive when I rescue my first son.

It makes me nuzzle my forehead to hers as Grant vows, “I do.”

“Will you, Axel, allow Grant to honor your queen?”

I swallow, holding Ruby’s hands. “I will.”

“Will you, Grant, honor Axel’s queen?”

“I will.”

“Will you, her kings, be subject to her as she is subject to you? Will you love your queen as you love your own bodies? For he who loves his queen loves himself. For no noble man ever hated his own flesh and…”

This is the part that strangles me.

The one that reminds me of Mom.

It strangles Sire’s voice, too. I can hear it.

I turn and see Grant’s eyes glistening. It’s hitting Jace, too. Nick and Loch were too young to remember our father, but they know what he did to our mother. I look over my shoulder, and they’re clenching their jaws.

And Nash? He cared for Alena’s mom. He’d never tolerate any woman being hurt, and my mom is like his.

We all know her story.

How this vow saved our lives.

And for the first time, I feel what Maxim must’ve felt when he made this vow to my mother.

Did he know then, as I do now, that he would give his life for her? For us?

That’s all I feel turning back to gaze into Ruby’s eyes.

Yes, I will live for her. I will kill for her. I will die for her.

“Every king shall protect his queen,” Sire continues, “all queens, for they fill our lives with children, with prosperity, and all good things. This is the love you give to her. State your vow if you agree. ”

I cup Ruby’s face. “I vow to my queen.”

A tear slides down her cheek.

“I vow to my queen.”

I hear Grant’s promise and feel it, too.

It’s here when he joins Ruby and me on the platform. It’s here when he goes slow with her, and I do, too. It’s here when I thought I’d be fighting this, but I don’t.

I need this.

I need this brother, this one I trust, to always care for Ruby and our children.

I don’t know how I know it, but Grant didn’t betray us.

I gaze up at her, lacing my fingers through her flaming hair while I feel her take me inside her body, heart, and soul. I watch her open. I feel her wrap around me. I watch her let Grant inside, too. Yes, it’s pleasure for her; we make sure she feels it.

We know how to do this with our queens. When I pull out of Ruby’s wet cunt, Grant slowly thrusts into her slick ass. When he pulls out, I drive back inside her tight heat. Like pistons, we fuck my woman senseless. She’s drenching my thighs.

I play with Ruby’s nipples, tugging on them while Grant taunts her ear, “Let me help you with this tight ass, sweetheart. Let me fuck it with my hard cock while my brother owns your wet cunt. Right? You’re a good girl for us? Letting us both fuck you?”

“Yes,” Ruby pants, gazing down at me, her hands braced on my pecs, her eyes hooded and locked to mine. “Yes, fuck me, my kings.”

“Show us what a queen you are,” I demand, pinching her nipples. “Move those hips. Take a cock in your cunt and one in your ass. Come on, fuck us.”

We hold still. We did this with Delphine, with Wren, too. We want our queens to take what they want from us. To have no shame about it. Only pleasure.

Ruby’s eyes roll, her beautiful mouth open in awe as she moves down on us, taking both of our cocks inside her at the same time.

“Yes,” she sighs, shuddering, and I reach for her hips.

I don’t guide her; I want to feel her shamelessly ride us.

Take us. And she does. Back and forth, she rocks her hips and I watch her breathtaking face while she takes all the thick cocks she craves, her pussy glossing my shaft with her lust, her eyes anchored to mine.

“Fuck,” Grant sighs, “she’s such a queen, taking every inch of us.”

I gaze up at Ruby. I lace my fingers in her hair again. “That’s it, Wildfire. Take us. Fuck these cocks like a queen.”

“Oh god, Axel,” she sighs like she can’t believe it. Like she’s finally mine.

My queen.

I pull her into a deep kiss. As always, it’s a hope, a prayer, and a vow when my lips meet hers.

I can see our daughters together, our fiery princesses. I can see our son with my icy eyes. I can see our family together, and I fight like hell to have it.

I don’t feel my brother. I only feel her.

Need her.

Love her.

I fight for it and fuck Ruby so hard, thrusting my hips, and Grant matches my rhythm. Thrust for thrust, we fuck her until she’s crying out on top of me, scratching at my pecs, her lustful stare committed to mine while she drips over my balls, bucking and shaking.

That ends Grant. He groans. He finishes. He leaves us alone on the platform, but I’m not done.

I’m not done until I’m rising to suck her nipples. Until she wraps her legs and arms around me. Until she’s in my lap and moaning for me again.

I gaze down to where our bodies are joined and watch her rub her beautiful pink clit over my steel piercing. Our piercing. And she gazes down, moaning at the sight of us, too.

Somewhere between her last orgasm and mine. Between her sweet tears and the ones I fight. Between our kisses, and “love yous,” and everyone clapping for us. Between her officially becoming my queen and every goddamn reason I breathe, she sighs…

“Can we name our first daughter Violet?”

And I laugh, loving her, kissing her.

Leave it to my Wildfire to negotiate terms right now. Like I’ll fight my queen on this.

Then again…

I love our little fights. And I’m still her boss. And hell yes, I’m her Dom.

“Only if we can name our other daughters Hazel, Olive, and Iris.”

Yeah, I’ve dreamt about it, too.

Because I’ll always be her king.