Chapter 55
CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
ALENA
It’s controlled commotion when we barrel through the door to Wilder and Remi’s cabin.
Mine or Loch’s are too small for all the kings, and the queens once they arrive.
I don’t leave Sasha’s side until she’s showered, warm, and in a pair of my sweats Loch grabbed from our cabin. He grabbed a set for me too.
Once Sasha is settled under a furry blanket on a sofa and no longer shivering, Loch caresses my shoulder. “Come on. You need to get warm and dressed.”
“I got her.” Axel takes a seat beside Sasha. Respecting her bruised boundaries, he leaves space between them.
Softly, he speaks to her in Russian, prompting her to turn to me, finally smiling, her aqua eyes sparkling, safe. “I okay. Alena. Thank you.” She gestures toward the bedroom with the bathroom where she just showered. “Go. Please.”
“She’ll be okay,” Loch mutters over my shoulder. “Like Axel won’t stab and salt any man who touches our sister.”
Speaking of, Remi stands behind the sofa where Sasha sits.
Like a sentry posted with his arms crossed, he casts a menacing glare over the open living room, its plaid sofas and bear-suede chairs gathered under a vaulted ceiling, with soaring windows to the mountain below.
As if any man in this cabin would ever hurt Sasha, but it’s cute how Remi glowers.
“Okay.” I let Loch guide me toward a bedroom. It must be Wilder’s. There’s a male masturbator, a large pump bottle of lube, comic books, and what the…
A copy of To Kill a Mockingbird on his nightstand?
“God, that man is so strange,” I mutter, entering his bathroom, surprised to find it neat for such a killing creature of chaos.
But Loch doesn’t answer.
He closes the door and turns on the shower, letting steam fill the air as he unravels my messy braid. Carefully, he undresses me, softly kissing my scrapes and cuts as I let my last relieved tears fall.
Once I’m nude with my boots off, he undresses too. Letting me read the ink on his hard body. The love in his soft eyes.
Silently, he steps into the shower, taking my hand, protecting me from the pelting warm droplets until my skin heats, the stings on my flesh slowly melting away, soothed by his soapy touch.
While he shampoos my hair, massaging my scalp, I press my lips to the devil on his hulking chest, loving the irony of my man.
My bear.
My beast.
My king.
“I knew I’d make it home to you.” I sigh over his wet skin, feeling his heartbeat against my cheek. “I was tired and scared, but like you said, our love is the truth, and Fate proves it every time.”
Tipping my head, he turns my back toward the warm cascading drops, washing the suds from my hair, his lips by my ear. “I never need proof, Alena. I just need to love you, Babygirl.”
He finds the exact spot on my neck.
The one I tattooed with a small green L last month.
He kisses it, sucks it, licking it as his hands slowly palm my breasts, his fingers teasing my nipples, then gently tugging and pinching them until I moan.
Then he squats a bit, pressing his long erection down and aiming it between my wet thighs.
Stroking his hard tip over my slick clit, he coaxes my edge for minutes until I’m begging, opening, needing. “Loch, please me.”
He’s so hungry. Hard. And hot. Grabbing my hips, he lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist, my arms locked around his inked neck.
“You need me to please you, Alena?” He pins my back against the warm, wet tiles, lifting me to his height. “Want me to fuck you so hard, like you’re my beautiful queen?”
“I am your queen.” I squeeze my strong thighs so I can reach between our bodies and fist his shaft, pressing his crown where I need him. Always him. Only him. Before I wrap my arms around him again. “Now fuck me like my king and prove it.”
Oh god, he does it so well. He’s so trained. He holds me high, teasing my sensitive entrance with his wide tip, lewdly probing and giving me an inch while he lifts my nipple and sucks it, moaning like a madman and making me ache for so much more. “Loch, please.”
He plops off my breast, releasing his pressure pinning me against the wall. I lower my body, moaning as my cunt stretches, sliding down his thick shaft, taking every inch while he blindly reaches for the handheld shower head.
Braced against the wall, I hold onto him as he flips a switch on the narrow nozzle, aiming it between our bodies, water thumping against my clit while he starts pumping his cock into me.
“Oh god!” I scream.
And he laughs, evilly, erotically. “Fuck yes, DirtTGirl. Take my dick and let them hear me fucking my queen.” He slams into my pussy. Thrusting. Pounding. Bodies slapping.
And I cry out.
In the past, I’d be too shy, too insecure. But the past can go fuck itself because I’m getting deliciously fucked by a man with a massive dick dedicated to my pleasure.
“Oh, god, Loch. God!” I hold on tighter, thighs clenching as my back slides against the wet tiles, and he pounds faster, stroking my walls as he flicks the nozzle, its water, sweet lightning pulses over my clit. The sensations stab me with a luscious orgasm, ripping a scream up my throat.
I’m panting, shaking, arms trembling around his neck while he puts the nozzle back, letting it shower us as he grabs my hips, hoisting me again.
This time, he props his foot on the shower bench, shifting our bodies so I’m braced against the wall, and my legs are still wrapped around him but spread more open.
“Look at us, Babygirl.” He forces my gaze down, watching my cunt cream over his cock, his thick inches driving inside me.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he praises, riveted by the sight.
“I was born to please this pussy, taste this pussy, fuck this pussy.” He starts thrusting harder.
“To fill it with my cum. Say it, Alena. I want to hear you say it proud, like my DirtTGirl.”
“Yes, Sir.” I reach down, letting him admire my fingertip strumming my clit. My core tightening, edges cracking again, the euphoria returning. “Yes, Sir. I’m such a DirtTGirl for you. Fuck me like one. Treat me like one.”
Reaching around my hip, he brushes his lips over mine while his wet finger circles my tightest hole.
“Is your ass gonna be mine too, Alena?” Driving two fingers inside, I moan with his taunt, “Are you gonna be my beautiful wife and powerful queen? Letting me fuck your virgin ass in front of the kings. Making your pussy squirt for them so we can prove you’re dirty and mine? ”
We still haven’t done it—anal sex—because I know he’s saving the most tender and taboo claim for my initiation.
“Oh god, yes.” My thighs shake. Cunt throbs. Nipples ache. My clit is about to explode again with the erotic images in my mind, anticipating, wanting, needing to be made his queen.
Loch’s been teasing me for so long, getting me so ready.
“Give it to me,” he coaxes in my ear, brutally pumping his cock, his fingers, sweetly spearing my ass.
Stretching. Pounding. Deliciously defiling my body.
“Let me hear how you wanna be fucked hard and dirty by your king. Come for me. Now,” he growls, thrusting his cock and fingers inside me, and it’s white light, my screams, his name, and a searing climax, bursting through me.
I bite his shoulder, scratching his back, hanging onto him while my pieces obliterate and return, pulsing around him with my happy sobs as he grunts. “Oh fuck, Babygirl.”
His hips drive harder, his cock thrusting deeper, his breath gasping with mine, seeking an end we’ll never know. We’re forever, fated. “Alena, fuck! You always make me come for you. Fuucckk!”
He thrusts every inch inside me as he roars, releasing. His thighs and lips shake with his grunts. His thick cock pulses; I can feel it at my entrance, filling me with his cum. It always makes me do it again, a soft shuddering orgasm with my moan seeking his lips.
We catch our breath. “Fuck, I love you,” he pants.
“I love you too,” I rasp, our lips huffing into satisfied smiles before he drags his cock out of me, always wanting to clean up, to make me come again. I can’t stop him when it pleases him so much to please me.
Gazing up, he proudly kneels as I palm his head and watch his aqua eyes and his tongue, shamelessly collecting his milky cum dripping from my cunt.
Spitting it over my clit, he rubs his nose into it, moaning while he grabs my hips, and I fuck his face until I’m coming again, moaning and pouring more of my pleasure into his mouth.
It’s our final act when he rises, sharing the flavor of our love, laving it over my tongue with our deep kiss.
Tethered.
Forever.
After heated breaths shared, the water’s getting cold, the night and situation returning to me. I jolt. “Oh shit.”
“What?” He gazes down, caressing my scrapes. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” I grimace. “But my dad just heard us.”
He pauses. Face falling. Searching my eyes before he bursts out laughing.
“Loch!” I slap his chest. “It’s not funny. It’s embarrassing.”
“Why?” He won’t stop laughing, wrapping his arms around my waist. “That we fuck like adult animals? Cuz we are. How else are we going to explain all the babies I’m gonna put inside your pretty body?”
“The stork!” I laugh with him. I can’t help it. “The death wish you have if we fuck loud and proud around my father again.”
His chuckle is deep, nuzzling his forehead to mine. “Tonight, after everything we went through, it was an exception. But I promise, from now on, we’ll have boundaries. Healthy, happy, horny ones. I’ll make sure your father is in another state before I fuck you again.”
Like hell he will.
I swear Loch’s grinning, beastly and proud and holding my hand as we stroll into the living room and…
Oh shit.
Our audience has doubled.
Every sofa and chair is full, and all eyes are full of shock that they heard us fucking. So loud and so long, all that’s missing is popcorn, candy, and the final credits.
My hair hangs wet. My body, warm in sweats. My cheeks, flaming red as Vale, sitting on my dad’s lap, slowly claps. “Like a damn queen!” she praises.
Delphine, reclining with Grant, raises her tumbler of whiskey. “Chin, chin!” she toasts.
“You made us horny.” Wren giggles, nuzzling Sire’s neck.
He laughs. “Angel, you’re always horny.”
“And you made us proud.” Nick grins, swigging a beer beside Zar.
“Damn, y’all fuck hotter than a honeymoon hotel,” is Zar’s response.
Ruby beams, “Just imagine their honeymoon.”
“Just imagine homicide,” my dad grits out. “Goddamn, you two, I want grandkids, but not that bad.”
“Thanks, baby brother.” Axel laughs with his arm around Ruby. “Nash is back to hating you now, not me.”
Nash cuts him a look, jeering, “Too soon.”
Axel winks at him, quipping, “That’s what she said.” Then, his eyes widen. “Shit. I didn’t mean Alena… It’s just a joke, and—”
“Want some dumb with that ass?” Jace roars, laughing at Axel. Everyone does.
And it feels right because I’ve already decided that Axel is my second king. Loch and I discussed it. How Axel proved his vow to me long ago; he protected me, and we don’t need to repeat it.
Because my initiation will be different.
I’m the first princess and now a queen. I’ve earned the right to write my rules. I won’t hide my initiation from my father; I’m a grown woman. He’ll be there for the chaste part of the ceremony, and then he’ll leave.
Because the other part?
It’ll be everything I desire as Loch pulls me into his arms, my cheek pressed to his chest, when my eyes fall on a sight that fills me with happy tears. Proud tears.
Away from the raucous crowd.
Are Nadine and Sasha.
They sit on an ottoman, their hands clasped, foreheads nuzzled, cheeks wet with tears. Whispering in Russian, I’m sure—words only a mother can share with her child.
Promising…
Everything will be okay.