Chapter 36
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
WREN
I kiss Sire before answering him because it’s not who I want, but what I want. I want to make this work for everyone.
“Nash?”
I search for him in the red-lit room, finding him sitting beside Axel on the leather sofa. Their suits, black. Their legs, spread. Their dicks, hard. I can’t blame them.
Grant is fucking Delphine on a sofa right beside them. Zar’s face is buried in Nick’s lap. He’s sucking Nick’s cock. Their brother looks lost in ecstasy.
So does Loch. His hard cock is out, along with his phone. He’s jerking off and making a video for Alena. Is that their kink? OnlyFans would be so proud.
Maybe.
But I was right.
It’s an orgy. Though Nash looks worried, his brows bend while his dick soars under his pants.
“Nash,” I beckon him again, hoping he can read my eyes in the red room.
Trust me. Please. Because I trust you.
No one else notices Nash hesitate. No one else knows he’s torn between duty and love. But I do. I feel it, what Sire said I would…
The bonds.
The vows.
The love.
The way Loch honored me and Alena. The way Jace needed me, because he can’t be with who he wants. The way Grant knew what to do for me, and Delphine helped.
Commitment. Love. Lives. It’s like what Eily said about her life with The Six. It’s way more than sex.
Nash stands between my open legs. He’s a man with a pulse and a desire for pussy. Of course, his cock is hard … and huge.
But he’s in love with someone else.
Like me, Nash was a foster kid. He had no family until he met Sire’s. He knows how I feel. Family, love, and loyalty mean everything to us.
Maybe I’ll always fear I’ll lose Sire. Maybe my premonition is wrong. It’s a childhood wound, not a warning.
But if I lose Sire, my soul, Nash will be there, guarding my shattered pieces.
“Hey.” I grin.
“Hey.” Nash grins back.
“Feel like a fuck?”
I want him to relax. Nash knows we need to do this. His brothers guard Alena, so Nash needs to make his bond with me, too.
“Uh…” he hesitates. I’ve never seen a menacing man look so hot, horny, and torn.
Okay … Sire was during our first few days. But now Nash is the conflicted one.
“Man.” Sire tenses, holding me. “Yes, she’s my wife. I’ll kill you anytime but now. Give her what she wants.”
“Just the tip.” I join Sire’s fingers, teasing my clit. “Just tease me with your bare tip. That’s all I want to feel.”
Relief floods Nash’s eyes, reading mine. This is our secret. Our way to make this work.
Licking his lips, Nash drags his zipper down. With a stifled moan, he frees his hefty cock, fisting his swollen shaft.
Good God, Vale Monroe. You’re going to want this man’s crown for sure.
I know Nash will be with her one day. They’ll marry, and Vale will be a queen with me. They’ll be so in love. They just have to get over the best-friend’s-dad thing.
Or maybe … they just need to revel in it.
There’s so much lust glossing my pussy, I don’t need lube. I’m so sensitive, gasping when Nash glides his crown over my clitoral hood. He teases, lightly touching and tapping my excited nub, his lips parting, his breath changing, watching how I’m open and taken.
How Sire is slowly thrusting into my ass, his chest soaked and pressed to my back. I don’t know how much longer my husband can last, but I don’t want another man if Sire’s not with me. I could never do this if I didn’t feel him inside me, too.
“You’re being such a good girl,” Sire sighs, pulling out all the way. I gape. I groan, hearing him taunt, “You’re letting my best friend get off on your pretty pussy while I fuck your ass.”
He thrusts back inside me while Nash rubs his tip, harder over my clit. Fuck, it feels good. I cry out, “Yes, Pastor, fuck my ass. Show your friend what a good girl I am for you.”
“Goddamn,” Nash huffs, rubbing his cock over my clit, faster.
Sire can’t talk. He’s barely hanging on. He needs to come, and so does Nash. Not just for his release or relief. It’s for our bond. Everyone needs to witness it.
But Nash will fight it. He’s committed to Vale; I want him to be, but I know how to finish him fast.
“See this pretty pussy?” I spread my lips for Nash while I reach over my head, holding on to Sire, too. His neck is sweating, and I love it.
“Yes,” Nash snarls, precum pearling on his tip. He’s fighting his lust.
“Now close your eyes,” I tell him. “Close your eyes while my pastor fucks my ass and you get off on it, Daddy. Don’t you? Don’t you get off on good girl pussy?”
“Oh fuck, yes.” Nash throws his chin up. Slamming his eyes closed, he shakes. He sweats. I can see the ink on his chest and abs, through his soaked white shirt.
“Fuck, Wren,” Sire groans. “Fuck, Angel. What are you doing to me?”
It’s not our kink. It’s Nash’s. But it’s getting Sire off. The bond is getting all of us off.
“Yes, Daddy. My pastor’s cock feels so good in my ass, I’m going to come for you both.” I am. So is Sire. So is Nash, feverishly rubbing my clit.
He just needs to let go. He’s imagining Vale. I know it. I want him to.
“Yes, Daddy,” I coax him. “Please, let your big dick come on this pussy while he fucks my ass.”
“Yes, you’re such a good girl. Oh, fuck,” Nash rasps, yearning for Vale, his body shaking, his eyes closed. His hard dick shoots his cum over my belly, my tits. He desperately whispers to himself, but I hear it. “Vale. Please.”
Nash can’t hide it. I don’t want him to, and Sire can’t take any more. Neither can I.
Sire grabs my face, turning my chin. “Angel. My angel, I swear.” With primal grunts, he kisses me, grunting over our lips before he spills inside me, his fingers not forgetting my clit. He knows how to take me; he owns me.
When I come this time, I let every tender tear fall, every moan go, every flutter release.
I fall into my ocean, and Sire dives in, breathless, with me.
His touch and kiss, everywhere. Always holding me.
Always with me. I convulse, then tremble.
I cry, then laugh. I’m blinded, but then I open my eyes and all I see is Sire.
My soulmate.
My soul.
Mine.
My body shakes with emotion. We all know there’s one left.
Axel.
He makes me cry tender tears even harder as Nash falls away and Axel approaches me, naked and in my husband’s arms.
Tenderly, Axel enters me. His cock covered by a condom, he goes slow. He makes it feel good while Sire holds me. Closing his eyes, Axel honors me and the secret woman in his heart.
While he’s barely thrusting inside me, I gaze down at his new piercing. He didn’t have it before. Axel got it for her. He’s saving it for her.
I know.
Under all of Axel’s darkness, I can feel his love. All this love.
The kings love their queens. They’ll never abandon them. And more so, my husband loves me. Ours is the kind of love that will never leave. It’s written on my soul.
Forever.
It feels the same a week later, during my initiation in Axel’s office, in his boardroom. All of the kings are there except Loch. Loch’s life with Alena begins tonight. It’s their engagement party.
But not before Sire makes me his queen. He slides a gold Fabergé pink sapphire ring on my right wedding finger, a Russian tradition. He vows to be my king, and all witness our love. Our tears and smiles. Our bodies joined, too.
They witness Nash becoming my second king. Only he and I know how he keeps his vow to Vale, how he’s waiting for her.
Jace and Grant want me to be sure. They let me feel our bond once more. So does Axel. With Sire inside me, too, each king gives me a piece of his heart. The rest belongs to their queen.
As it should. It’s what I love about them.
And that’s how we live and love.
It’s how we survive.
I finally trust that I’ll never lose my kings.
Until the Devil returns to take my husband.