Chapter 27
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
WREN
The minute I’m alone with my men, I expect Axel to go Bratva on me for blurting the Russian thing.
But instead, he picks me up, swinging me around. “Like a fucking queen!”
“What did I do?”
He passes me to Sire, who greedily takes me draped over his arms. Sire’s been quiet all afternoon, but Axel’s had a personality transplant. He’s happy and shit.
“Sheremetev,” Axel boasts with icy revenge in his eyes. “Our father’s enemy. We never would’ve gotten that intel without you.”
Nash plops down on an ivory settee. “We wouldn’t have anything without her. Thanks to Wren, they no longer hate us. And thanks to Sire, they’re big fans of his dick.”
This whole ship is decked out in black, ivory, and gold. We’re on the private guest level, having a secret meeting in Axel’s stateroom, while our hosts are having an afternoon orgy upstairs.
Thankfully, we’ve been invited to join them for dinner at eight.
Do I want food? No.
Am I hungry? Yes.
I haven’t forgotten that whole exchange about Daniel and Redix watching Sire in the Atlanta fetish club, and how much they enjoyed it with Silas. It’s boiling on a back burner in my mind.
But right now?
This is the burning issue.
“But what does it all mean?” Nash talks to the ceiling. “Does this mean that Ruslan’s found us?”
The tension in Sire’s body, holding mine, is instant. I feel it, but this time I find a filter. I blurted the Russian thing on purpose, to get intel, but I’d never betray Sire’s secret about his father.
“It means,” Axel reclines in the velvet chair beside Nash, “the enemy of my enemy is my friend. We won’t let Sheremetev know we’re here, but we know he’s here. And now, we figure out the connection.”
I’ve figured it out.
So has Sire.
It’s his father and the notes.
I get the feeling I opened a can of worms, but we can’t talk about it until we’re alone.
“Did I do okay?” I wrap my arms around Sire’s neck.
He kisses my cheek. “You did great, Angel. Thanks for your help.”
Nash looks around. “Now that we have the intel we need, what do we do? We’re stuck here.”
“We wait until we dock in Key West tomorrow and fly back,” Axel grumbles.
Nash groans, “That’s twenty-four hours from now.”
“Oh, suck it up, Buttercups.” I kick my legs so Sire will put me down. He does while I boss them, “We’re on a sexy superyacht, sailing toward warmer weather with six of the hottest people alive. We’re gonna have fun.”
“Fun?” It’s a foreign word to Axel.
“Yeah,” I chirp. “You know, it’s that word between your favorites, fuck and fury. Try it. You may like it, too.”
“True that.” Nash chuckles. “Furious fucks are fun.”
Axel mocks, “Says the man who’s taken a vow of chastity for Vale Monroe.”
Playfully, I kick Axel’s shiny black shoe. “Leave him alone. He’s in love with Vale. Now, come on.” I circle my finger. “Let’s put on our bathing suits and go up to the pool deck.”
“Sorry, princess.” Nash smiles, relieved. “I didn’t pack one.”
Axel brags, “Me neither. And you don’t want me naked. The Six aren’t ready for my nine inches.”
Whatever. They’re being big, bratty Bratva boys.
“It’s okay.” I aim for the door. “I knew y’all would do this: be sticks in the mafia mud. So, I packed Sire’s suit and two extras. I’ll go get ‘em.”
“Fuck!” Axel puffs, annoyed. “You had to go and marry a smart wife.”
“Shut up.” Sire laughs, following me to our stateroom. “Your future wives will be smart enough to murder you in your sleep.”
The moment we’re across the hall, alone in our room, I can’t hold it in. I whip around, hugging Sire. “Are you okay?”
“No.” He nuzzles his forehead to mine. “Valentin Sheremetev is my father’s rival. How he’s connected to all of this shit, I have no idea.”
“Your brothers don’t know your father’s found you, but you do. So, what’s the risk in contacting Sheremetev? Maybe he can help.”
Because I want to help. Sire’s cursed with guilt over this. He won’t let us start a family until he fixes Axel’s.
“Men like Sheremetev don’t help; they hurt.” He’s tense and reeling with the news. “And it would put you in more danger. No, my father’s up to something and I’m going to find out what.”
“You never answered him about your blood type.”
“Because I’m not his bitch,” Sire seethes. “I don’t owe him answers or my blood. I only want his.”
“What if you tell Axel now? About Katya and his kid?”
“No.” Sire gets that look, the one that takes heads. “That’s my father and Sheremetev on our shores. But they’re not touching us? It’s off, and I’m not risking anyone until I know why.”
I rest my head on his pounding chest. I can’t make this go away right now, so I hold him until his breath calms.
“Alright, then,” I sigh. “There’s no one to poison or shoot today, so I meant it—let’s have some fun.”
I seek his kiss, and he gives it, slowly, softly, deeply, until it’s heating and his hands cup my ass.
“Let’s have a fuck.” He presses into me. “My wife was a badass today. Damn, woman. Quit stealing my breath. I won’t have any left.”
“Mmm,” I hum into our kiss. “Wanna tell me what Redix and Daniel saw in Atlanta?”
“Jesus, Jesus.” He kisses my neck.
“Tell me.”
His lips steam over my shoulder. “Seems they saw me with others.”
“You mean, they saw you breeding?”
“Yes. Sometimes I’d breed people in the middle of the club. They’d ask me to.”
He’s getting hard for me, I’m getting wet, and I know what we need.
“Sounds like the men liked watching you, and Silas really enjoyed hearing about it.”
He unbuttons my jeans, focused on me. “Lots of people liked watching me fuck.”
I cup his erection, biting his lip. “I want to watch you fuck.”
He chases my kiss. “Then find us a mirror.”
“No, we find ourselves on a superyacht with three men who want you to fuck them.” Sire’s breath deepens. He’s not denying my observation. “They made it obvious, and I want you to do it.”
“Fuck, Wren. Don’t tease me.” He plunges his hand into my panties, but I grab his wrist.
“I’m not teasing. I mean it.” I search his eyes. “You’re giving me my fantasies. You’re making me go slow with the kings, and I’ll be initiated soon, so let me give my king what he needs, too.”
His gaze deepens. “I need you. I need my wife.”
I touch his cheek. “And I need you, too. But they want you, and it’s okay if you want them. I know you love me, and this is how much I love you. I’m not threatened by you being with men. In fact…” My teeth grab my bottom lip, “I want to share it with you.”
I’ve thought about this for months. Sire knows it’s my fantasy, for me, for him, for us.
When I married him, vowing to love him, I meant all of him.
Sire loves me; he craves me. I feel it. But he shouldn’t have to deny his other desires. I know he has them. Sometimes, when he’s inside me, fucking me into oblivion and multiple orgasms, if I whisper our fantasy in his ear, he comes.
We come.
I love embracing every part of him, even if he’s willing to give it up for me; I don’t want him to.
With panting breath, he shakes his head. “We’re not even sure if it’s what they want.”
“Is it what you want?”
“Fuck,” he mutters. “This is why I fell in love with you, Wren. You met the worst side of me first. I told you my darkest secrets, and you said we’d fall in love … and we did. I love you.”
“We love each other.” How can I make him understand? “But you suffer over this deal with your father. You have so much guilt and shame about it, and I don’t want you to hide anything else.”
He blinks, chest heaving, truth told.
I urge, “You told me the night we met that you lie with men, too, and I’m saying I want to see it. All of you. Your sexuality isn’t the darkest part of you, Sire; it’s one of your deepest, most beautiful sides. And you’ve shown me … it’s mine, too.”
He looks at me, disbelieving, then relieved. “You don’t just want the fantasy? You want the real thing?”
“Yes.” I chew my lip. “Is it what you want?”
Say yes. Say yes.
“I can’t lie.” Neither can his dick. He’s hard and pressed against me. “You want it, and they hinted they want it, too. The thought of pleasing you, of sharing it with you; yeah, it gets me off. And the only way I’ll ever be that man again, like I was in the club, is if I’m with you.”
“Okay. Then let me find out what they want.”
“How?” He worries, “Silas is my parishioner. So is Eily. I married them. I don’t want to fuck up what we have.”
“Do you find Silas attractive?”
He huffs, “Silas Van de May would arouse a corpse.”
That’s true.
I tease, “Could he fulfill our fantasy?”
His lips brush over mine. “Only if he’s yours, too.”
“What about Redix and Daniel?”
He nips my bottom lip. “Angel, that’s like giving me three hot bulls. You sure about this?”
I smooth his thin white T-shirt. “Let me talk to Eily. We instantly connected. You felt it. So, let me find out what they want.”
He doesn’t argue. He laces his hand through my curls, tugging tight. “Whatever happens, Wren, you’re mine and I’m yours. You’re the love of my life; promise me that never changes.”
“I promise.” I take our vow, and our deep, devoted kiss.
Palming his pecs, I catch my breath. “Put on your swimsuit, I’ll put on mine, and I’ll make Tweedle Dick and Dong do the same.”
He grins. “You’re hot when you think you’re the boss of us.”
I grin back. “You’re lucky, because I am.”