Chapter 29
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
JACE
“Vivian! Vivian, wait!”
I keep shouting her name, chasing her down the stairwell. On the second-floor landing, I bump into Wilder, wielding a glow-in-the-dark dildo.
What the hell?
He laughs. “Your little filly escape?”
“Fuck off,” I growl over my shoulder. “You’re free to go.”
“Not when it’s just gettin’ good!” he shouts down the stairwell.
“Wilder.” I snap my glare up at him. “You fucking owe me.”
“For taking my sister to the prom? You were the glutton for punishment, not me.”
I don’t have time for his shit. Racing down the stairs, I pray Vivian’s not running out the front door.
What is she doing here? I told Wilder to take her to my place and fuck… should’ve known better.
He assumed I meant Delta’s, not my home only a few know about, like his untrustworthy ass. I told Grant this would happen.
“Vivian?” I stand, breathless by the front door. It’s closed and locked; the parlor is empty. She can only go one way. I charge down the hallway after her.
Wilder calls out, “Don’t let that one get away, hoss,” before I hear the front door slam, automatically locking behind him.
Pushing open the door to the darkroom, I almost bowl Vivian over as she’s darting out.
“Umph.” She runs into me.
I grab her arms. “Vivian. Wait. Stop. Talk to me.”
“I… I’m sorry.” Her eyes look frantic and full of an emotion I don’t recognize.
“No, I’m sorry.” I won’t let her go, but I try to be gentle so as not to bruise her arms. “It’s an initiation, and I should’ve told you; it just wasn’t my place. We don’t violate a queen’s privacy, and—”
“I know.” She squirms. “I know, and that’s why I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have spied. I shouldn’t have barged in and interrupted. It was private and it’s my fault and I’m sorry.”
Searching her eyes, I focus as I do with my camera. Finally able to name the emotion seizing her.
Shame.
The one prison I can’t seem to free her from.
“Please don’t apologize.” I soften my tone and grasp. “I’m not mad. They’re not mad. You’re one of us, and we don’t mind.”
She blinks, wrestling with her willingness to believe it.
I need her to trust me. “I didn’t join them. I didn’t… bond with Alena. I touched her. I helped Loch give her what she wanted, and—”
“It’s okay.” Vivian takes a tentative step back, but I don’t let go. “I don’t need details. Don’t violate her privacy for my sake.”
Good god, this woman. My Smokeshow. My sweetheart. My soulmate. Protecting her caring heart will be the gift of a lifetime.
My throat chokes with emotion, knowing where this is coming from.
“You don’t want me to tell you about Alena because you don’t want to tell me about you? About the video?” She winces, so I assure. “And it’s okay. I don’t need to know. I don’t need…”
I let go of her arms to tenderly cup her cheeks. “I don’t need anything but you, Vivian Tate. So don’t go. Stay here with me.”
Something bites at my eyes, almost blurring my vision. It swells in my chest until it burns through everything that’s been holding me back.
It’s just this fire.
This truth.
This light.
“Stay with me and let me love you.” I anchor my gaze to hers, swearing it to her eyes.
“I love you, Vivian Tate. I have since the moment I saw you smiling, taking a picture of a baby at the ice cream store. You didn’t know I was there, and I didn’t know how I’d ever live without you.
How I’d ever get a chance to love you, but now I can, so don’t walk out that door.
Don’t make me wait another minute to love you for the rest of my life. ”
I press my lips to hers, sliding my hands from her cheeks into her silky hair, strands of her ponytail laced in my grasp.
She whimpers into our kiss, our lips melding, our tongues meeting. After a hot moment fused, her tears salt our kiss. Her deep emotions make me moan, diving into them, tugging her hair so I can take even more and never give them back.
You belong with me.
“I love you too.” She sighs over my lips. “I love you so much, Jace, and I don’t want us to wait. I want to be with you, it’s just…” There’s that tone again. The shame, seizing her voice. “I don’t ever want to lie to you. I feel like you should know what I—”
“Know what?” I lift from her lips so I can kiss the soft column of her throat.
I know Vivian’s battle now, and like fuck if I won’t fight for her. Like hell if I won’t win for us.
“Know that you’re shy?” I nibble her flesh, and she trembles.
“Know that you feel shame because what you saw up there aroused you?” I suck her neck, and she moans.
“Know that you’ll trust me and tell me you want it too, don’t you?
” I gaze at her. “Because you know what’s happening right now.
Alena wants to receive more than one king tonight.
She wants four to serve her, and they are. ”
“Oh god.” Vivian shudders, sighing as I boldly fondle her breast, my dick rock hard, aroused by her pebbled nipple under the soft, crocheted fabric.
“Don’t ever feel shame with me, Vivian.” I clasp her flushed face. “I will never judge you or hurt you. Because why? Why, baby? Tell me why you’re always safe with me.”
A tear spills over her lashes, her smile quivering. “Because you love me.”
Softly, I kiss her lips. “Say it again.”
“You love me.”
I nuzzle my nose to hers. “And what does love mean between us? Me and you: what have we built together, waiting so fucking long for this?”
She doesn’t waver, shining up at me. “Trust. Respect. Safety. I adore you, Jace. I love everything about you; you’re my best friend.
But good god…” She reaches down between us, palming my hard cock.
Shivers shooting down my thighs. “I want you so much too.” She squeezes my shaft, begging, “Please. Now.”
She makes my dick pulse, heavy with need. Lust is a mild urge compared to this demand in my heart. I’ve caged it for so long. “If you let me inside you now, Vivian, there’s no going back. I’m never leaving. I’ll claim your heart and make it beat for me.”
“I…” She nestles closer. “I don’t want you to leave. I want to be yours, and—”
“Now and forever.” I don’t give a fuck how hard my dick is for her; it’s my heart. Only she can break it. “Be my queen, my woman, my wife. I won’t survive anything less.”
“Jace, I will. I—”
“I promise I’ll ask you the way you deserve.
Soon and all romantic and over the top, but if we do this…
” I’m being a brute. I’m interrupting and don’t care.
I can’t control this animal. Not anymore.
I cup her hand, holding my throbbing dick for her.
“If I fuck you, Vivian, I make you mine. I want every moment with you or nothing at all.”
She breathes. “Everything, Jace, I promise. I found love when I found you, so don’t make me wait.
” She starts stroking my length. I groan, fire scorching down my spine to my balls; the aggression to empty them inside her ignites when she demands, “And don’t fuck me like a friend. Fuck me hard. Now.”
Bars drop. Metal clanks. Chains break. My beast is free, feral, and fisting Vivian’s ponytail. My other hand seizes her hip, trapping her against me.
We’ve been kindling this love for so long; here comes the lust, the rush, the loss of control. Our kiss stokes the flames, starting a war between our tongues, lashing as our bodies burn for this.
She rushes to unzip my pants.
I yank up her dress.
“You want my hard fuck?” I snake my hand between her thighs, sliding her panties aside.
“Yes.”
She wrestles with my swollen length.
As if she’s afraid of it.
“Take it out,” I growl. “Take out my hard dick and feel what you do to it, Smokeshow. Stroke it and make sure your pussy can take it.”
I know my size. Heart and soul. Body and dick. I feel what I need to give her, but I know she has to be ready.
My mouth waters, my fingertips feeling how aroused her pussy already is. Slick and swollen from spying on us. From seeing bodies fuck. From knowing it’ll be her one day.
Knowing I’m about to fuck her.
Emotion tightens my chest; its purity overwhelms me. Logic hits my mind; it needs to be dirty, too, to get her ready, to get her off.
God, this woman… so fucking perfect for me. So kind and kinky. So made for me to love.
With two fingers, I tease her entrance. “Such a good girl for me, Vivian, having such a wet pussy for me, and needing my fuck. Don’t you?”
“Yes.” She strokes my exposed shaft, making my eyelids drop.
“Mmm, fuck, baby.” I circle her weeping cunt, dipping in to drag her wetness up, rubbing it over her hard little clit, making her moan.
“You’re so perfect for me, Viv. I don’t want you to be wholesome when I fuck you.
I need you to be my sweet little slut who wants it as bad as I do. ” I yank her dress down.
“Oh god, Jace,” she gasps. It’s a flimsy cotton knitted thing, tearing like tissue in my grasp. It drapes, torn around her waist, but fuck it. I’ll buy her a thousand dresses so I can rip them down to see her sweet tits.
Every. Fucking. Day.
I lick my lips. “The way you’ve been teasing me with your hard little nipples for a year. You’re going to be my good girl now and let me suck them, aren’t you?”
She cups my shaft, pressing her arms together, forming a little cleavage for me to ravage. “Please. Please suck them.”
Finally possessing her, I realize she’s quite petite, and I’m too tall. “Grab on to me,” I order her because I need to drool over her pert pink nipples so I can breathe.
With her hands clasped around my neck, I grab her hips, hoisting her as she jumps, wrapping her legs around my waist.
She weighs nothing in my grasp, but she’s everything in my arms.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
Palming her plump ass, I can’t be stopped. I rip at her cotton panties. To my dark delight, they don’t snap free. They tear up the middle, splitting the soft fabric.