Chapter 32
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
LOCH
This is Alena’s test, but it’s also mine.
My love for her is unquestionable, unflinching, undying, as I’ve vowed.
And when she found out that I’ve always had this curiosity. While she was riding me. While I was deep inside her. We both came so fucking hard, confessing it.
It’s not powerful, not scratching in my veins like my desire for Alena.
It’s more of a question I’ll answer with her.
Only her.
I don’t want anything if it’s not with her.
Turning her stare toward Harry, rising six foot six like me, Alena focuses on his approach while I nod at Delphine and Grant.
They promised to keep this a secret for me, to do this for Alena. For me. Delphine, in particular.
Funny, to the kings, Alena’s a princess. But to Delphine, she wants her to be my queen as much as I do.
After Wren’s test, in this very same room, I finally told Delphine about Alena, asking for her help, as usual.
“Ouais, my big little lion.” She pecked my cheek. “Of course, I knew about her.”
“You did?” I was shocked.
She flitted her hand. “You have said her name when you ejaculate.” I didn’t doubt that it slipped. Alena’s always on my mind. “She is meant to be yours, no? Like La Belle et la Bête. Please, make her your queen.”
The Beauty and the Beast; it is a French tale, and I guess I could see it. More like we’re seven beauties with seven beasts, but no doubt, Alena is my beauty.
Once Delphine was on board, Grant followed. He knows who his queen is.
I invited them to the club to help me test Alena. I needed “strangers” I trust. And oddly, I hope Alena can feel our bond here. I may need it one day.
Turning to “Harry” as he approaches, I know who he really is. Not just as an actor on the big screen, but the man from our chats. He’s shared things with me his fans can’t know, and I’ve shared how I understand; I have a closeted brother who fears he’ll lose his career if he comes out.
In an email months ago, Harry asked if I was bi like him.
I told him all I’ve known is falling in love with one woman and wanting her so much that my soul hurt. I think I made him swoon. “So, to be honest,” I wrote, “as long as I’m with her, I’ll do anything to please her.”
“It would please me,” he replied, “to please you both.”
It makes me sweat even more as Harry joins us now. I whisper to Alena, once more, “You sure, Babygirl?”
We’ve talked about this, about Harry wanting to please us, but now, it’s real.
She turns, searching my eyes. So fucking sweet when she says, “I’m sure I want you to explore your pleasure, like you’ve helped me explore mine. Even if it’s only for a night, right?”
No, for a lifetime, Babygirl.
Rip out my soul and take it. It’s yours.
And I can’t deny how hard it makes my dick—curious to know what this will feel like with her. It makes me come so hard inside Alena every time she tempts me with it.
“Kneel,” I order Harry.
He obeys, and it’s comical; he’s so tall, it’s like he’s still standing, even when he’s on his knees. I warned him I’m a Dom, and he said he’d be disappointed if I weren’t.
Shifting our bodies, I fist my swollen dick, sliding my shaft between Alena’s wet pussy lips. She moans as I aim my tip, rubbing it over her hard clit, mixing my precum with hers. Fuck, she’s heaven.
“Lick us,” I tell him, watching him smirk as he lowers his lips to where I’m joined with Alena.
Tugging her hair, I nuzzle her forehead to mine. I need Alena for this. I have no idea how this will feel, but as long as I’m with her, I’m alive. I’m okay. I’m—
Oh fuck.
Holy fuck, a man’s warm tongue is licking my dick. Fuck!
He drags it, wet and flat,up my swollen shaft, making it throb before he flicks my sensitive frenulum, and Alena cries out—he must be licking her clit. The sounds of her pleasure break something inside me.
Chains—gone.
Control—overrated.
Claim—required.
Dropping my hips, I fist my base, aiming my cock for her center, my soul. Alena’s everything I seek, and when I feel a big, manly hand wrap around my shaft, guiding my hard dick into her wet pussy, she cries out, and so do I.
Fuck, fuck. I take her lips, swallowing her scream with my kiss. I need Alena’s kiss. I need her sweet pussy more than my breath. I pound into it, but goddamn, the mouth tonguing our fuck feels so fucking good.
How can it not?
“Oh my god,” she rasps over my lips. “Oh god, he’s sucking my clit. Oh fuck. Is he licking your dick?” She trembles. “Oh fuck, it turns me on if he is.”
“Yes,” I groan. “Oh fuck, Babygirl, yes, he’s licking my dick while I fuck your pussy.” Goddamn, just telling her makes me want to blow.
Harry cups my balls, and I grunt. He reaches up, pinching Alena’s nipple, and I don’t kill him when she moans.
“Fuck, Daddy, your big cock fucking her dripping pussy tastes so good.” I hear Harry’s deep voice, taunting between our legs. I hear his zipper dragging down, the distinct shlapping sound of him jerking his cock off for this makes Alena moan into our kiss.
There are others in the room; I can hear them doing fuck-knows-what watching our threesome, and I don’t care.
I can’t stop fucking Alena’s tight pussy, thrusting into her wet cunt. I can’t stop letting him lick my dick, doing it, smacking into her sex, her cream, streaming down my shaft, pooling around my balls before he’s licking it up.
“Fuck.” I stare at Alena, anchored to her eyes. “Fuck, I love you, Babygirl. Cuz’ fuck this feels so good.”
She taunts, “Do you like a man licking your dick while you fuck my pussy?” She circles her hips. “Do you like being so fucking dirty for me too?”
She’s my end and my beginning, and she fucking knows it. “Always, for you, Babygirl.”
“Oh god, Loch.” She shakes. She’s close.
I don’t feel his mouth on my dick. He must be sucking her clit while I fuck her cunt. My instinct to kill him is overridden by my need to please her.
“Yes, Alena. Let him suck your clit and lick my dick while I fuck you because who does this pussy belong to? Who comes inside it and makes it drip down your thighs?” I thrust my hips, burying every aching inch inside her, feeling her walls grab me.
“Oh fuck.” She gasps. “You, Loch.”
“That’s right, Alena.”
Her breath, I live for it.
Her skin, I cling to it.
Her pussy, I die inside it.
Goddamn, this woman is mine. I feel it. Smell it. Hear it. Hammering my hips, I pull her hair, claiming it as I pinch her other nipple. “Get ready to squirt on his face, Babygirl. Take my dick and show everyone how you squirt all over it.”
Alena bucks as I let go of her nipple. Reaching down, I palm his skull, pressing his face—that hot, whiskered mouth—to lick my pounding dick while she comes all over it.
After her first scream, I pull my dick out of her. “Watch us.” I yank her hair, making her see, always remember. Me. Me. Me. I’m the only one who pleasures her like this. “Let’s come on his face together.”
I dive back in, taking Alena deeper than we’ve ever gone. It’s not drowning if you’re holding on to the one you love while you let go.
She gushes over my dick and his face, and I explode for her too. “Alena,” I grunt out, making her witness this. How I’ll give her every fucking thing I have. Every breath. Tear. Day. I can’t live without her.
I let my cum paint the mouth of the man groaning for it, his brown eyes rolling. He’s coming with us.
Another spasm roils inside me.
I know my body. My dick. My woman. My love. I thrust back inside Alena, groaning, finishing where I belong.
“I love you,” she cries, seeking our kiss.
It’s another breathtaking moment with her.
Before I lose her.