Chapter Thirty-Four
AXEL
Seeing Sienna in that room, alone with Cain, holding him at gunpoint, made me equally proud and fucking terrified at the same time.
The men and I rode faster than we ever have before, pushing ourselves and our bikes to the absolute limit.
It was reckless, but getting to them was the only thing that mattered.
I’ve never been suffocated by fear like this before.
Blood still rushes between my ears, only Sienna’s sweet jasmine scent, and her smooth flesh under my touch simmering the storm inside me.
Cain slumps to the ground, a perfect shot right into his throat, blowing out a major artery.
He doesn’t die straight away. Instead, the blood sprays outward like a geyser while his hands try to hold it back in.
It only lasts seconds before the trauma to his brain is too much, and he dies, eyes just as vacant and soulless as when he was breathing.
I take the gun from Sienna, setting it on the table before turning her in my arms. My hands grab her face, moving it from side to side, checking for injuries.
“He’s gone, sweetheart. He can’t hurt you or anyone else ever again.
” I kiss her cheeks, under her eyes, her head, pulling her body into my arms and holding her close.
Her soft fingers find my face, pulling me down in a hard kiss.
I respond right away, her mouth opening and searching for my tongue.
She kisses me like she’s starving for it, like she’s anchoring herself to something real, something important . . . something she’s chosen.
She heats it up quickly, pressing her body against mine, lifting her leg around my hip.
I pick her up, my hands gripping her firm ass, setting her down on the table that’s sacred to every Heathen here.
She’s still wearing nothing but one of my T-shirts, and my hands skim up her legs, pushing them open so I can step into her space.
Sienna claws at my shoulders, dragging her hands down my chest until she reaches the button of my jeans.
She only breaks away from our kiss for a moment, flicking open the button and dragging down my zipper.
I help her, letting her lead as we work together to shove my jeans down my ass and free my aching cock.
Her hands wrap around my length, using both to jerk me in a firm grasp, just the way I like it. It feels so fucking good, precum already leaking from the tip. Adrenaline courses through my veins like a live wire, and I know she’s feeling the same and looking for a safe place to release it.
“Fuck me, Axel, please. I need to feel you.” And just like that, she passes the torch. I rip her panties down her legs, balling them up and bringing them to my nose to inhale.
“Fuck, I’m obsessed with your pussy, baby girl.
” I jerk her ass to the edge of the table, putting my hand flat on her chest to lay her down on her back.
She goes willingly, her light blonde hair fanning out over the carved skull in the center of the table.
I drape her legs on my forearms, spreading her open nice and wide for me.
Then I’m thrusting inside her, the tight, warm, wet heat of her pussy welcoming me home.
She moans out, fingers curling around the edge of the table as I pound into her.
“This what you need, baby girl? You needed me? Needed my cock?”
“Fuck, yes! Axel.”
“That’s my girl. Fuck, look at how well your pussy stretches for me. I fucking love you, Sienna.” I grit out my words with my next thrusts. “I.” Thrust. “Love.” Thrust. “You.” Thrust.
“I love you! God, I love you!”
“Not God, my queen, your Heathen.”
Voices trail behind us, the scuff of boots on the ground, and crushed glass.
I know if they walk by the open doors to church they can see us, but they can’t see anything but my bare ass and Sienna’s legs wrapped around my waist. I know I’m going to have hell to pay for fucking her in here, and over Cain’s dead body, but I’ll deal with Chaos later. I’m sure he’s done worse with Saige.
“You gonna come for me, baby girl? Make that pussy milk me. I want to fill you up, want to watch my cum drip from your cunt.”
I fuck her hard and deep, grinding my pelvis against her.
It doesn’t take much before her body starts to tighten, pussy fluttering around my cock.
I’m right there with her, my balls drawing up, cock thickening inside her, then we’re both coming.
Sienna stays quiet, her mouth falling open on a silent cry as she shakes around me.
I unload inside her, coating her pussy walls with my cum.
The adrenaline immediately starts to crash, and I know I need to get her to our bedroom to breathe.
I pull from her body, allowing myself a moment to shove the cum that’s leaking out back in, stuffing my fingers inside her. Then I’m scooping her into my arms, making sure her ass is covered, and leaving church.
Everyone is in the common room, and I make eye contact with Chaos, who nods, letting me know everyone is okay and there were only two casualties by holding up his fingers. Once we’re in our room, I turn on the shower, letting it heat up while I take my time to undress us both.
Neither of us says a word until I have her under the hot spray, my hands cupping her face.
“I was so fucking scared I was going to lose you.”
“I was terrified, Axel.”
“But you did so fucking good. I’m so proud of you. How are you feeling? Killing someone isn’t easy.”
“Relieved. I don’t know what that says about me, but I’m not struggling with taking his life. He deserved it. He deserved worse.”
“He did. You gave him mercy because you’re a good fucking person. You are so much better than him, Sienna. And now you’re completely free.”
I kiss her, holding her face in my hands, our lips sealed together, so fucking grateful that I walked into that diner that day.
The aftermath of Cain’s ambush wasn’t as bad to clean up as when the Widowmakers hit us at home.
Chaos would have been pissed if he had to replace every window again.
The last few days have been spent quietly sleeping, eating, and making love to the beautiful woman in my arms. A few months ago, I laughed in my brothers’ faces when they said I’d settle down.
There’s no world where I thought that was a possibility.
But looking down at my woman right now, her stuff thrown around our room, our puzzle half done on the floor by the window, her scent surrounding me, there’s no chance I’d give it up.
My phone buzzes on the end table, causing Sienna to stir from her nap, but she doesn’t wake up completely. I pick it up, seeing Biker Besties with a new text message.
Malice: I knew we’d all find queens
Sin: You did buddy
Sin: You know Wrath, you’re never gonna live this down. Now every time we’re all in church, all we’re gonna be able to see is you fucking your woman on our table
Me: You’re welcome
Sin: And over a dead body. Can say confidently I’ve never done that
Malice: Me either. Well. Not really. They were in the freezers.
Malice: Fucked on top of where she cleans them though. Not sure if that’s the same thing
Me: For fuck’s sake I don’t want to know anymore
Sin: Prez?
Malice: Chaos?
Me: Wait have you fucked Saige over a dead body?
Chaos: Don’t fucking talk about my sex life
Me: Holy shit he has
Sin: For some reason that doesn’t surprise me
Malice: Now that Sienna is officially yours, can I make the group chat now?
Me: We still need a vote on Sienna and Monroe becoming old ladies
Malice: Semantics
Malice: I already got their jackets
Me: It’s important, and we’re gonna follow the club laws
Sin: You got them all jackets?
Malice: Yeah. Kinsey’s says Property of Rogue but it says Queen on it too
Malice: Got them all to match
Sin: Wow, good job
Me: They’re gonna love it buddy
Chaos: Church
I kiss Sienna’s head gently, slowly pulling myself from her body that’s draped over mine. She loves to sleep in my arms, her leg thrown over mine, head on my bicep. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
After pulling on some pants, throwing on a T-shirt, my cut, and boots, I slip out the door, locking it on my way. I meet Rogue in the hallway, who pauses his steps when he sees me.
“You doin’ okay?” I ask him, knowing this probably brought him back to when Kinsey was kidnapped by the Widowmakers.
“There’s nothing more terrifying than your woman being in danger. And now I’ve got someone else to add to it.”
My eyebrows rise, and then it hits me. I pull him into a hug, patting his back. “She’s pregnant?”
“Told me last night. I had my suspicions when Sawyer was here; he told us that Ivy is expecting again, and Kins got a little too emotional over it compared to the last two. She’s excited to be pregnant with her, though. I guess they’re like a week or so apart with their due dates.”
“That’s great, brother. I’m happy for you. So, this means we’ll be seeing less of you?”
“We’ll figure it out. Might need to haul your asses up to Aspen Ridge once in a while.”
“Yeah, we’ll see about that. You ready?” Rogue nods, and together we walk into church. Prospects have long since cleaned it up, Cain’s body never to be seen again. We all take our seats, Chaos at the helm.
“Before we pull in Saint, we need some votes. Wrath?”
I take a moment, looking around the room at my brothers.
So much has changed in the last few years, and I never thought I’d see the day that our band of outcasts—men who’ve had the world turn its back on them, men who convinced ourselves that we were unlovable, the abused, and broken—would find love. The ultimate kind.
“All in favor of Monroe and Sienna getting a property patch, say ‘aye.’” Every single one of us agrees, just like I knew we would. “All in favor of Otto becoming a prospect, say ‘aye.’”
Chaos’ eyes widen, shocked that I put this up for a vote. But he’s the first to speak up. “Aye.”
“Aye,” I add confidently. It takes a moment, but I know they’re all remembering that he didn’t hesitate to grab a gun and fight next to our women.
That’s the kind of loyalty we keep close.
The rest of my brothers in the room agree, and based on the look on Chaos’ face, he’s satisfied with the outcome.
I told Otto I would have his back, and I’m seeing that through.
“Now that Saint has his club back, we need to file the paperwork and get them set up. Wrath, you got that?”
“Yep, already prepped. You got their cuts?”
Chaos nods, Malice standing to open the door and let them inside.
Saint, Deacon, and Creed file in, standing off to the side.
They’re wearing their street clothes, having burned their Kingsnake cuts in the bonfire last night.
Rogue will deal with the little issue of their tats before heading back to Aspen Ridge, but right now? Now, we initiate.
“The Hell’s Heathens Motorcycle Club is a family.
By taking this oath, you are bound to us, to each other, until the Devil himself comes to take you back home.
As the newest chapter of Hell’s Heathens, you will answer the call if we need it, just like we will do for you.
This binds us together in life and death. Do you accept?”
“I do,” they all echo.
“Repeat after me. We’re Hell’s Heathens.
Forged in fire, bound by blood, and loyal beyond the grave.
We ride not for glory, but for each other.
In a world that turned its back on us, we chose brotherhood.
We protect our own, stand for what’s right when no one else will, and never leave a Heathen behind.
Family isn’t born; it’s earned on the road.
Home is the clubhouse; family is the cut.
We live and die for each other. The only way out is back through hell’s gates. ”
They repeat our sacred vows, and then Chaos pulls out their cuts with the skull, crown, and knife patched onto the back. He holds out the first one, holding up the leather.
Saint. President. Hell’s Heathens: Autumn Bay. Then slides it onto him.
Deacon. Vice President. Hell’s Heathens: Autumn Bay.
Creed. Sergeant at Arms. Hell’s Heathens: Autumn Bay.
“Welcome to the Hell’s Heathens, boys. Here’s to the next chapter.”