Chapter 40
CHAPTER FORTY
VIVIAN
Good god, staring at these seven hulking men through my viewfinder gives a whole new meaning to the term “manual focus.”
Because I almost can’t.
If it’s not Jace’s heated gaze aimed at my lens, it’s his hard body’s masculine perfection in white briefs, making my clit tingle.
Add him to the army of six massive half-naked men, reclining around his raging maleness with their hungry stares aimed at me, too, and my womanhood vibrates like a tuning fork.
Sex dominates my senses.
They’re posed in a circle of virile kings—Axel, Nick, Grant, Nash, Sire, and Loch—with Jace at its center.
This is art.
The ultimate arousal.
The archetype of alphas convened.
Jace brought in two side soft lights to illuminate their hard muscles, contrasting rising contours with dark shadows made even more dramatic by the imposing ink on their honed bodies. Their bulging manliness stirs under thin white cotton at this erotic exposure.
Confirmation that size is genetic.
And breathtaking.
But what makes me breathless, clicking my shutter, is the way the men lie naturally together. How they’re able to submit their dominating bodies to this because they’re bound as brothers and beasts.
At any moment, those bodies could rise, flexing and ferocious and ready to kill.
But like this…
They’re even more deadly.
Because they’re doing this for me.
For their queens.
Jace pierces my lens with his loving stare. It’s making his exquisite cock swell even harder under his briefs.
Who’s more enthralled by this moment? The photographer in me, taking her shot, or the woman who wants to fall into his image forever?
“Vivian, how are they looking from up there?”
I know Alena’s voice. We instantly bonded tonight. As the newest queens, it makes sense.
Euphoric, I rasp, “Absolutely breathtaking.” My shutter clicks a few more times, my recesses wet from all this male heat, before I confess, “Okay, my kings, that’s a wrap. My ovaries can’t take any more.”
Jace smiles up at me, sharing our secret dance with destiny. Tonight, all the men will wear condoms but him, though I’m pretty sure my window has closed.
I should start tomorrow or the next day.
Loch crawls up. “Damn, I’m sweating.”
Grant joins him. “Fuck, I’m hungry.”
Winking at me before I climb down, Jace directs, “Alright. The kings refresh while the queens get their turn.”
While I load a new roll of film, hungry lips devour my neck, making me giggle with Jace’s question, “Any tips for my shoot?”
“Yeah, keep your hard tip in your boxers,” I joke, turning to take his kiss. It’s open-mouthed, passionate yet possessive. Like he’s claiming and sharing me. Like only Jace can; I belong to him.
“Want us in the same pose?” We pull away to catch Wren scrunching her gorgeous dark curls, getting ready for the camera.
Ruby mirrors her, combing fingers through her flaming tresses. “Should we take off our panties?”
“Yes.” Grant can’t shout it as loud as Nash barks, “No!”
The kings are tossing back vodka at the credenza while the queens gather around the platform.
“I love this color.” Delphine smooths her light-yellow silk slip. “Jace, bravo on your design.”
I look at him, surprised. “Did you pick our wardrobe?”
“Yeah.” He secures the camera strap around his neck. “I wanted to give you the ultimate boudoir shots.”
Ultimate?
No, color me always impressed by Jace.
I thought this was normal for an initiation, but apparently, he did it especially for me.
Each queen is wearing a silk slip dress in a different color.
Alena’s stunning in green. Wren shines in blue.
Ruby is regal in purple, and Vale is hot in red.
Delphine is gorgeous in her buttery slip, and I love the white one Jace gave me.
We’re going to look like royal jewels surrounding Zar’s imposing black-suited body.
Zar lifts my hand like a lady, turning to Jace. “How do you want your queens?”
“Asses up.” Sire jokes with Jace, elbowing him. “Please, I’m begging you.”
“Nah.” Jace elbows him back. “I want to capture their spirit.”
Loch joins them, winking at Alena. “Her ass sure captures my spirit.”
“Son,” Nash warns, “want me to cut off your spirit before you get my daughter’s hand in marriage?”
Alena laughs, rolling her eyes at Nash. “Seriously, though. Vivian, how do you want us to pose?”
I understand why she defers to me, but I clap my hands. “Attention: everyone. Jace Ryan is a talented professional photographer who uses his big heart to capture tender moments.” I point at Grant. “Give him shit for it, and I’ll shoot your dick.”
Axel huffs, smirking. “Spoken like a true queen.”
“Exactly.” I nod. “So my king is in control of this boudoir shoot, not me.”
My instincts are right. From years of watching people from his spot at Delta’s door, Jace can capture personalities.
He redirects us, asking the queens to stand in a line in front of the thrones. He couples Vale with Wren at one end of the line and Ruby with Delphine at the other, having the pairs face one another, softly embracing.
In the middle of the line, Jace positions Zar, telling him to wrap his arm around my waist on his right and Alena’s on his left as we turn our bodies toward him, pressing our palms over his granite chest.
Then the seven of us snuggle in closely together, making a rainbow of hair, heights, and colored slips, anchored by Zar.
“Alright, now, Vale…” Jace looks through his viewfinder, “lean a bit forward and reach around Wren and lift Viv’s slip. Caress her ass cheek, while Wren, you nestle into Vale, tits to tits. Make it cute, not hot.”
With his beefy arms crossed, Nick chuckles. “Since when are our queens not hot? Especially together?”
“Touché,” Delphine coos. “I do this, Jace? I touch Alena’s ass for you?”
Delphine reaches around Ruby, barely lifting Alena’s emerald slip to caress her bare hip.
“Jesus, fuck,” Nash mutters.
But it’s not hot, it’s warm between us. Touching Zar’s chest and snuggled back-to-back with Wren, Vale’s hand is on my hip, and I feel wrapped in an empowering intimacy.
Together, the queens are invincible.
Our power palpable.
I never had this many true friends. Ones who’ve fought for me as much as I’ll fight for them.
“Now, just be our queens.” Jace adjusts his lens, directing, “Laugh, sass, give us smiles and sexy eyes and fucking hell.”
“You know, like kittens with lioness claws,” Loch perfectly suggests.
I focus on Jace’s lens, loving his wide smile behind the clicking camera with his hot body aimed at me. His manhood half firm, half focused on the task.
“Yeah, Smokeshow. You’re fucking beautiful,” he praises me, then, “Yes, my queens, like that. Look at each other, then look at me.”
“No, look at our kings,” Wren whispers over my shoulder. She’s right. Standing in their boxers with their arms crossed, they flank Jace like a half-naked, inked army. “You’re so lucky, Vivian.” She sighs. “I wish it were my initiation night again.”
I wonder aloud, “Do you ever do it again or…”
“I think we should,” Zar adds. “I love loving our kings.”
“I agree,” Vale murmurs. “Now that you’re the final one, Vivian, maybe we can start a new tradition.”
“Poison,” Nash grumbles sweetly, “what world-domination are you queens conspiring to over there?”
“We think we should fuck more!” Wren chirps. “Together!”
I laugh. We all do, and Jace’s shutter goes wild.
“I think it’s only fair,” Alena asserts. “Vivian and I haven’t really been able to… You know.”
“Oh, we know, Babygirl.” Loch sounds enthused, if not outright endorsing this erotic idea.
Axel grins, cocking a dark brow. “So what are our queens proposing?”
“We aren’t proposing; we’ve decided,” Ruby counters like a lawyer, like her husband. “The queens shall initiate a new ritual where we’ll renew our bonds occasionally.”
“With boundaries,” Nash decrees.
“Always,” Loch concurs.
“Vendu!” Delphine sings and Grant translates, “She’s sold.”
“Hang on.” I raise my hand, laughing. “Um, I still have to be initiated.”
Jace lowers his camera, his smile focused on me. “She’s right. It’s Vivian’s turn.”
“And that’s our boundary.” Cutely, Vale smacks my ass.
The queens break apart before she pulls me into a hug, whispering in my ear, “It’s been so heartbreaking, watching Jace not have you, and so heartwarming finally seeing you two together.
You make the perfect queen for him.” She angles back, winking. “And more.”
She and Nash leave before the night turns lustful.
“So beautiful,” Jace murmurs huskily, adjusting his focus. “Now, lower a strap on your dress.”
The white velvet over my throne’s seat is warm against my bare thighs. But it’s nothing to the liquid heat between my thighs.
The queens sit with their kings on their thrones while Jace takes boudoir shots of me on mine.
This is his fantasy and my redemption. I feel more than sexy, I feel worshipped. It’s emboldening letting the others watch me tug the strap off my shoulder, letting it fall to expose my breast.
“Good girl.” Jace’s voice darkens. “Now look at me.”
I do. I know every boudoir pose, thrilled by my nipples hardening as I demurely bite my fingernail and gaze at him, cooing, “Like this, Daddy?”
“Fuck yes,” he rasps. “Such a good girl for me.” Jace’s dick juts rock hard under his briefs. “Now show us how sexy you are.”
I lower my other strap, letting the silk drape over my arms as I look away, coquettish and aroused to be topless in front of everyone.
“So fucking beautiful,” Jace murmurs, moving to catch different angles of my taut pebbled nipples. “Like sin wrapped in silk.”
I lift my dress, spreading my legs, but coyly tug at the center hem to cover my soaked panties. Jace takes the shot while I tease, “But what if I want to take off the silk and sin?”
“Goddamn, Viv.” He lowers his camera, a spot of precum blooming through his boxers. “You want to show me your pretty pussy?”
I know why he’s asking, why he needs to be sure, and I am with him. Especially in front of the kings and queens.