The Wedding Night

A Power Bottom Bonus Scene

Set immediately after the epilogue
Contains: Explicit MM content, power bottom dynamics, praise kink, size difference, possessive dirty talk, wedding night intensity, and two men who can’t keep their hands off each other.
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The cabin door barely closed before Nico had Axel pressed against it.

“Husband,” Nico said, the word rolling off his tongue like a command. His fingers found Axel’s tie—the deep burgundy one that matched the flowers in their boutonnieres—and tugged. “I’ve been waiting all day to get you alone.”

Axel’s breath caught. Even after everything—the ceremony, the vows, the ring that now sat heavy and perfect on his finger—part of him still couldn’t believe this was real. That Nico Valenti had married him. That he got to keep this.

“The reception just ended,” Axel managed. “We were alone twenty minutes ago.”

“Twenty minutes of driving.” Nico yanked the tie free and tossed it somewhere behind him. “Twenty minutes of watching your hands on the steering wheel and thinking about what I wanted them doing instead.”

“And what did you want them doing?”

Nico’s grin was sharp. Predatory. The look that made Axel’s knees weak, no matter how many times he’d seen it.

“Everything.” Nico’s hands moved to Axel’s shirt buttons, working them open with practiced efficiency. “I want everything tonight, baby. Our wedding night. No holding back.”

The endearment hit Axel like it always did—a small word that somehow contained everything. Baby. From anyone else, it might sound ridiculous. From Nico, five-foot-seven of concentrated dominance, it felt like being claimed.

“I’m yours,” Axel said. The words came easy now, stripped of the fear that had plagued him for so long. “Whatever you want.”

“What I want…” Nico pushed the shirt off Axel’s shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. His hands spread across Axel’s chest, dark against pale skin, small against the broad expanse of muscle. “What I want is to take my time. To worship every inch of my husband’s body. To make you come so hard you forget your own name.”

Axel shuddered. “Nico—”

“But first.” Nico’s fingers found Axel’s belt. “I want you on your knees.”

It wasn’t a question. It never was, with them. Nico asked, and Axel gave—not because he had to, but because surrendering to this man was the safest thing he’d ever done.

Axel sank down. The hardwood floor was cool beneath his knees, the cabin quiet except for their breathing. From this angle, he had to look up to meet Nico’s eyes—a foot of height difference erased, the power dynamic crystal clear.

“Look at you.” Nico’s voice was rough with want. His fingers traced along Axel’s jaw, tilting his face up. “The scariest enforcer in the NHL, on his knees for me. Do you have any idea what that does to me?”

“Tell me.”

“It makes me want to wreck you.” Nico’s thumb pressed against Axel’s lower lip, and Axel opened without thinking, letting the digit slide into his mouth. “It makes me want to take you apart piece by piece and put you back together. It makes me want—” His voice cracked. “Fuck, Axel. It makes me want to keep you forever.”

Axel pulled back just enough to speak. “You have me forever. That’s what the ring means.”

“I know.” Nico’s expression softened for just a moment—the vulnerability beneath the dominance, the love that fueled everything they did. “I know. And I’m going to spend every day earning it.”

Then the softness vanished, replaced by heat.

“Now.” Nico’s hands went to his own belt. “I believe you were going to show me what that mouth can do.”

Axel watched him strip with hungry eyes—the way Nico’s dress shirt fell away to reveal the tattoo sleeve that had fascinated Axel from the beginning, the compact muscle of his torso, the trail of dark hair leading down from his navel. When Nico pushed his pants down, his cock was already hard, flushed and perfect.

“Go on,” Nico said. “Take what you want.”

Axel didn’t need to be told twice.

He leaned forward and took Nico into his mouth, savoring the weight on his tongue, the gasp that punched out of Nico’s chest. He’d learned this over the past months—exactly how Nico liked it. Slow at first, building the tension. Then faster, deeper, until Nico’s fingers tangled in his hair and his hips started to move.

“That’s it.” Nico’s voice was strained. “Just like that. God, your mouth— you were made for this. Made for me.”

Axel hummed his agreement, the vibration making Nico curse. He relaxed his throat, taking Nico deeper, letting the smaller man set the pace. This was surrender. This was trust. This was everything Axel had been afraid of for thirteen years, and it was perfect.

“Stop.” The command came sudden, sharp. “Stop, or I’m going to come in your mouth, and that’s not how I want tonight to end.”

Axel pulled off slowly, deliberately, watching Nico’s cock twitch at the loss of contact. “How do you want it to end?”

“With me inside you.” Nico hauled him up by the shoulders—an impressive feat, given their size difference—and pulled him toward the bedroom. “With you screaming my name. With both of us so fucked out we can’t move.”

“Ambitious.”

“It’s our wedding night.” Nico pushed him onto the bed, and Axel went willingly, sprawling across the quilted comforter. “Anything less would be an insult.”

Nico climbed over him, and despite everything—the height, the muscle, the sheer physical presence that made Axel a terror on the ice—he felt small. Cherished. Seen.

“I love you,” Axel said, because he could now. Because the words no longer felt like a confession; they felt like a promise.

“I love you too.” Nico kissed him, deep and dirty, tasting of champagne and the chocolate cake they’d served at the reception. “Now let me show you how much.”

He worked Axel open with the patience of a man who had all night—because they did, now. No more sneaking around. No more pretending. Just the two of them, a cabin in the woods, and the rest of their lives stretching out before them.

One finger became two, then three, Nico’s free hand stroking Axel’s cock in counterpoint. Every time Axel got close, Nico backed off, drawing out the pleasure until Axel was shaking.

“Please,” Axel heard himself say. He’d never begged before Nico. Now he couldn’t imagine not. “Please, I need—”

“What do you need?” Nico crooked his fingers, hitting that spot that made stars explode behind Axel’s eyes. “Tell me.”

“You. Inside me. Now.”

“Since you asked so nicely.”

Nico withdrew his fingers and slicked himself up, positioning himself at Axel’s entrance. For a moment, he paused—and when Axel looked up, he saw something raw in Nico’s expression. Something awed.

“My husband,” Nico whispered, like he was testing the word. “Mine.”

“Yours,” Axel confirmed. “Always.”

Nico pushed inside, and they both groaned.

It was perfect—the stretch, the fullness, the way Nico’s hands gripped his hips hard enough to bruise. Axel wrapped his legs around Nico’s waist, pulling him deeper, urging him on.

“Move,” Axel demanded. “Come on, Nico, move—”

“Bossy.” But Nico was grinning, and then he was thrusting, and Axel lost the ability to form words.

Nico fucked him like he played hockey—fast, intense, utterly focused. Every thrust hit exactly right, dragging sounds out of Axel that he didn’t recognize. He’d spent thirty-four years being quiet, being controlled, being The Anvil. With Nico, he could finally let go.

“That’s it.” Nico’s voice was wrecked. “Let me hear you. Want the whole lake to know you’re mine.”

“Nico—” Axel’s back arched off the bed. “I’m close—”

“Not yet.” Nico’s hand wrapped around the base of Axel’s cock, squeezing. “Not until I say.”

The denial made Axel whimper—actually whimper, a sound he would have been mortified by a year ago. Now it just felt right. Felt like them.

“Please,” he begged again. “Please, I need to come, please—”

“Look at me.”

Axel forced his eyes open, meeting Nico’s gaze. The smaller man was flushed, sweating, beautiful—and looking at Axel like he was the only thing in the world that mattered.

“I love you,” Nico said. “I’m going to spend every day of my life loving you. Now come for me.”

He released his grip and stroked, and Axel shattered.

His orgasm crashed through him like a tidal wave, pulling a shout from his throat that probably did echo across the lake. Nico followed seconds later, burying himself deep as he spilled inside, Axel’s name on his lips like a prayer.

They collapsed together, tangled and sweaty and utterly spent.

“Holy shit,” Nico breathed after a long moment.

“Yeah.”

“That was—”

“Yeah.”

Nico laughed, the sound vibrating through both of them. “Articulate as ever.”

“You fucked all the words out of me.”

“Good.” Nico pressed a kiss to Axel’s shoulder. “That was the goal.”

They lay there as their breathing slowed, the cabin quiet around them. Through the window, Axel could see stars—more than he’d ever seen in Chicago, more than anywhere except here, in this place that had gone from too-quiet to home.

“We should clean up,” Nico said eventually, making no move to do so.

“Probably.”

“In a minute.”

“In a minute,” Axel agreed.

Nico shifted, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at Axel. His hair was a disaster, his lips swollen from kissing, and he was still the most beautiful thing Axel had ever seen.

“Hey,” Nico said softly.

“Hey.”

“We’re married.”

Axel lifted his hand, watching the ring catch the starlight. “We’re married.”

“I’m going to be insufferable about this, you know. Calling you ‘husband’ at every opportunity. Making you introduce me as your husband to random strangers.”

“I know.”

“You don’t mind?”

Axel pulled him down for a kiss—slow and sweet, a contrast to the intensity of moments before. “I spent thirteen years hiding who I was. I’m done being quiet. You can call me your husband as loud as you want.”

Nico’s smile could have lit up the whole lake. “Careful. I might take that as a challenge.”

“I’m counting on it.”

They kissed again, lazy and content, two people who had found their way through the darkness to something bright. Something lasting.

“Round two?” Nico asked against his lips.

“Give me five minutes.”

“Three.”

“Four.”

“Deal.”

They didn’t make it to four.

But then again, they had all night.

They had forever.

THE END

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