Page 68 of Axel (Belles & Bratva Beasts #2)

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

RUBY

When I open my eyes, I’m greeted by soft golden fur and a sexy nipple circled in black ink.

And …

I smile.

Growing up, my mom used to tell me and my sisters, “A man is not a plan. Prince Charming isn’t saving you. So, save yourself.”

And I did.

When an ex-Bratva prince stalked me, I stalked him back. I saved my heart until he caught it, and now I plan to love him, covered in ink and kittens, for the rest of my life.

Sounds like a fairytale to me.

Axel stirs, naked beside me. His hand starts lingering up and down my back while his other pets the kitten on his chest, and I wonder aloud, “Just how many pussies do you need to sleep with?”

“At least four.” He chuckles, and I glance down, grinning at the two curled on his abs.

I wrap my leg over his, loving his warmth, rubbing against him, too .

“Why, is someone jealous?”

“I’m a queen,” I murmur. “Jealousy is beneath me.”

His voice husky and teasing, he says, “You keep purring on me like that, Wildfire, and you’re about to be beneath me while I’m buried deep inside you.”

I tease his nipple. “While I appreciate your constant horniness for me, let’s schedule the next fuckathon for another month because you broke my pussy last night.”

“ And your ass.”

I lift my stare and find his icy eyes sparkling at mine, and his bright smile shining as proud as a peacock. A peacock with a giant pierced penis.

“God,” I huff, “you owe me.”

“If you want to fuck my ass while yours recovers, Wildfire, all you gotta do is let me keep our kittens.”

“Uh!” I pop up. “But you said you liked the idea that everyone gets a kitten.”

“Yeah, but…” He lifts the one beside him, kissing its pink nose. “Who knew I’d get so pussywhipped?”

“Me, after you saw mine for the first time.”

“No, I was whipped for you the first time you flipped me off.” He reaches over, circling my nipple, and getting that hungry look in his eyes. “All I could think about was where I wanted you to stick that middle finger.”

I arch a brow. “Where?”

“Let me roll over, and you can find out.”

I laugh, tempted. “Your mom will be here in an hour.”

“And dick deflated.”

I glance down. “Liar.”

Axel’s on his back, nude and breathtaking. I’ll never stop worshipping the sight of his hot body covered in ink, but it’s how he doesn’t wear socks to bed anymore.

He lets me see all of him, love all of him, and it stirs something deep inside me .

It does the same to him.

His dick lies swollen, long, and thick against his abs but when I lick my lips at it, he moans and it twitches, aroused.

“You have until the count of three,” he orders, “to put my dick in your mouth and your pussy in my face.”

I lean over to happily obey, but it happens before I can stop it.

Our cute little kitten swats his giant dick and…

“Jesus fuck!”

Axel jumps up, and I’ve never seen a man move so fast. The speed of light would be impressed.

He leaps out of bed, and grabs his penis, pointing at the culprit. “That one’s going to Grant!”

The little golden monster with one white-socked paw tilts her head at him.

“No, this is the one we’re keeping.” I pick her up. “She’s the runt of the litter.”

“She’s the runt who clawed my dick!” He paces, fuming, “She’s going to be like a dog that’s bitten once. Now, she won’t stop. She’ll be wild and untamed and scratching my dick all the time.”

I laugh, falling onto the bed with her. “Good girl!” I cuddle her to my cheek. “I’ve trained you so well; I’m naming you Swiper .”

“Ha, ha, fucking ha, Dora the Explorer.” He insists, “We’re not keeping that one.”

I bat my lashes.

“No!”

I blow him a kiss.

“No.”

I spread my legs.

“Goddammit, fine. But she’s not sleeping with us.”

“We’ll see.” I shrug.

Like I won’t teach her how to break his rules .

And I can’t stop giggling during our shower, when he mumbles and checks his penis every five seconds. Not like it was injured or even scratched.

Axel’s so cute and worried that I kneel in the shower and kiss it until I make it better, until I make him hard and moan, until he picks me up and I wrap around him, and we make everything better.

By the time we’re done and dried off, Sire and Wren are knocking on the door.

Thirty minutes later, all the kings, queens, and The Queen circle our kitchen island, covered in dishes everyone brought for brunch.

“Do we get to pick which one?” Wren gazes into the transparent playpen Axel built for the kittens.

“Angel, baby.” Sire pops a grape in his mouth, grinning at Wren. “Pray, you pick the one that sleeps the most.”

“I want the one that’s house-trained,” Jace adds, leaning with Loch against the kitchen counter.

“They’re all house-trained.” Axel pours coffee for me, then for his mom. “Ruby made sure of it.”

“They’re litter-trained, weaned, but hell on toilet paper,” I share, sitting on a barstool between Vale and Delphine. “Oh, and shoes. They love Axel’s shoes, so be careful.”

It’s sweet, the gentle side hug Nadine gives Axel. His shoes. His feet. Of course, she knows, and Axel leans down and kisses her hair.

“I have an idea.” Nash rubs Vale’s shoulders. “Let them out of the pen and see who they go to.”

“Ahh, yes, use natural selection,” Vale sighs. “When did you get so smart, my king?”

Nash kisses her neck. “Fourteen years before you were born, my smartass, beautiful queen.”

“Let’s do it.” Zar crouches by the gate to the pen. “Let’s set these pussies free. ”

“Like I don’t see that cheese cube in your hand,” Nick warns him. “We’re not taking two home.”

Together, Zar and Wren open the gate, and the clowder of little golden lions scamper toward the kitchen while Sparky rests in my lap.

“One of them we’re keeping,” I remind the others, but it doesn’t matter.

They all scurry to Axel, and two start climbing his grey sweatpants.

“Typical.” Loch laughs. “Of course, all the pussies go to Axel first.”

I glance up and catch Axel’s wince. Then I look over and see something flash across Sire’s eyes. Alena.

Loch doesn’t know. Nash doesn’t know. No one else does, and yes, I’ll stand by my man when all hell breaks loose over that. Like epic hell it’ll be, but I’ll never leave Axel’s side.

Eventually, I hope that Loch will trust like me. That he’ll realize it was one night forever ago, long before Axel fell in love with me and Loch fell for Alena.

You have to trust when someone chooses you over their past.

“Please,” Grant scoffs at Loch. “Come to the club and you’ll see who the pussy king is.”

Delphine laughs, backhanding Grant’s arm.

And Nadine rolls her eyes. “Please don’t,” she demands. “I don’t need to see my boys’ grown-ass peckers poking around more than I already have to.”

“Peckers,” Nash snickers.

“ Poking peckers.” Jace winks, chuckling.

“Remember when we used to play with them when we were boys?” Sire laughs.

“Like we’ve stopped.” Axel laughs, too.

“Lord, help me,” Nadine mutters.

“Oh, come on, Mom.” Nick teases her. “Once I come out on national television, I’m gonna be damn public and proud of my penis poking pecker.”

“As you should be.” I toast my coffee cup.

“Thanks to you.” Zar toasts me back. “And you.” He toasts Vale, too.

“Alright.” Axel plucks a kitten off his thigh. “Enough peckers and pussies. Who wants this one?”

“Me!” Wren runs over. “What’s its name?”

Axel and I did this last night, after my initiation. He held me in bed while we named our kittens and future kids.

Except Swiper.

She was going to be Britney, like It’s Britney, bitch , but her new name will torture Axel and amuse the hell out of me.

“That’s Onyx,” I tell Wren. “For the little black spot on his nose.”

“And this one.” Axel plucks the next kitten off him. “This one is Moose. For his big ears.”

He hands the golden furball to Jace, and I get the warm fuzzies, knowing Jace won’t be alone. Well, sort of.

“This one with the white tip on her tail is for you.” Axel picks up the one weaving between his ankles and hands it to Nick. “She’s Xena, the warrior princess pussy. Watch out. She’s fast.”

“Like my man.” Zar wraps his arms around Nick’s waist.

“And this quiet, lazy one is Milo.” Axel plucks the sleeping kitten off the floor and hands it to Nash. “You need a quiet pussy in your life because God knows you’re not getting that with Vale.”

Vale flips off Axel, and I laugh.

“And this last one?” Axel smirks, handing the roundest kitten to Grant. “He’s Biscuit. He’s like you, big fella. He likes to eat.”

Last but not least, Axel picks up Swiper, our tiniest and I hear him whisper to her, “Me and you are going to have a long talk about claws and cocks and how they don’t mix.”

It’s bittersweet, watching everyone cuddle their kittens as they leave. But I know I’ll see them all the time. I know we’re bonded for life.

Grant hugs me harder than he ever has. Delphine does, too.

Jace gives me a sweet peck on the cheek.

Nash invites Axel and me on a trip with him and Vale, sans kittens.

While Sire and Wren want to do kitten playdates.

Nick invites us to his next game. Zar has luxury box seats.

The Queen wants to go dress shopping next week for my wedding.

And Loch? He’s leaving without a kitten because he has dogs, but…

“Hey, man.” Axel gently grabs his shoulder before he leaves last. “Can I ask you something?”

Loch turns around. “Sure.”

“Will you be my best man?”

“But,” Loch smiles, “shouldn’t it be Nash or Grant? They’re older.”

“No, I want my baby brother to do it,” Axel answers. “And so does Ruby.”

Axel and I talked about this in bed last night—everything we want for our wedding. I don’t know who will be my maid of honor. I’m blessed with so many sisters and queens.

But we don’t want Loch to be left out and lonely. It’s palpable on him. Jace handles heartbreak better, but Loch? I told Axel I’m worried about him, and that only made Axel hold me tighter.

“You’re such a queen,” he said. “You’re already watching out for everyone.”

“So, will you do it?” Axel asks him now .

“I’d be honored, man.” Loch hugs Axel, then he hugs me. “Thanks.” Loch squeezes me tight. “I needed this.”

“I know.” I pat Loch’s chest. “Has anyone ever told you that you kinda look like Reacher? You know the one?—”

“No, he doesn’t.” Axel laughs. “Not even fucking close.”

And after Loch leaves, Axel turns my way, his smirk devilish and delicious.

“Run,” he demands with flaring nostrils and a sexy nose ring.

“Halt.” My palm flies up. “Before you chase me, I need to know just how jealous I made you.”

His icy eyes gleam. He licks his lips. “When I catch you, my queen, your ass will find out.”

“So, how possessive will you be when I ask you to come with me to see my doctor tomorrow?”

“Why, baby?” His face falls. He immediately cares. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m feeling like I love you, Axel King, and I want to have your babies soon, so?—”

Axel’s face softens. He pulls me into a hungry kiss, cupping my face with his inked hands. “Fuck, I love you.” He breathes over our lips, nuzzling his forehead to mine.

“Now, run, Wildfire.” He vows, “Because I’ll never stop chasing you.”