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“I will always be there when you need me. All you have to do is ask. We’re getting our stuff together now. I’ll see you soon, Red. Stay safe.”

The line goes dead, and I take a second to gather myself, wiping the tears welled up in my eyes before they have a chance to fall. Alek pulls me into his lap, pressing my back to his chest and nuzzling my neck. I lean into his warmth, allowing it to seep into my skin and soak all the way to my bones.

He makes me feel cherished– they all do. Not like a possession to be owned, but like it’s a privilege to even touch me at all.

It’s such a deep contrast from the way King treated me, like a piece of property he could loan out to all his scumbag friends. I had no control. He could pass me around and let them all take a turn, and I was just expected to lay down and take it.

I pick the phone up from the bed, staring at it for a moment. “I need to tell Ella what’s going on, too, but I don’t have her number in here,” I say mindlessly. I’m still trying to wrap my head around what is happening.

I can’t slow the thoughts down as my mind races with every possible worst-case scenario I could find my daughter in. My breath comes in short, labored bursts, all of the oxygen seems to have been sucked from my lungs, and I can’t refill them fast enough.

“Breath for me, Raena,” Alek says, tilting my chin up and lightly squeezing my throat. I expect the move to worsen my panicked breathing, but it grounds me instead. His hand contracts on every breath I take, making it easier for me to feel the air as it goes in and out of me. After a few moments of controlling my breath, his hand loosens to rest against my throat. “That’s it, keep it steady. I’ll text Ella and ask her to stop by in the morning.”

“Thank you,” I tell him, allowing myself to fall deeper into his embrace. I’m so exhausted, but still on edge.

“Anytime, baby. Tell us what you need right now.”

“Usually, when I’m feeling like this, I take Nightshade out for a ride or go hunting. Neither of those things seem like an option right now,” I say with an exhausted sigh, closing my eyes.

Maddox leans forward, his fingers dancing up my thighs.

“We have other ways of distracting you.”

Chapter 44

She squeals when I climb off the bed, gripping onto her thighs and jerking her body down to the edge.

Her wet curls fan out around her like a halo dipped in blood and her legs spreading wide to accommodate my imposing frame.

Goddamn.

The sight has my cock trying to punch straight out of my sweats. Biting my lip, I peer down at her, watching her eyes dart to my tented sweats. She mimics the move, her teeth biting into the tender flesh of her bottom lip when I give my raging cock a tight squeeze.

“Soon,” I promise, gritting my teeth from the tight grip on my aching cock. “I want you begging first. You will beg for our touch. Our mouths. Our cocks. Only then will we fuck you like the true queen you are.”

Her eyes dilate and darken to shades I’ve never seen before at the promise of what's to come. I trail my finger up the inside of her thigh over the seam of her leggings, slowly inching my way to her thinly covered pussy.

The fact that I know she isn’t wearing any panties right now sends a shock of desire straight to my throbbing cock.

“Would you like that, Cherry? Does that make your tight little cunt slick?” I ask her, continuing my feather-light touch up and down the seam covering her slit, making her legs shake with wanton need. “If I slide my hand inside here, will I find you dripping like my needy little slut?”

A shiver of pure ecstasy trembles through her, her eyes rolling back as she fists the sheets beneath her. “Y-yes.”

She’s right here, laid out in front of me, exactly where I’ve longed to see her for days, panting to catch her breath. I stand there for a few moments, watching the way her chest rises and falls with every inhale and exhale, silently battling in my head.

I want to reach inside her leggings and see just how wet she is, but if I touch her, I won’t be able to drag this out. As much as I want to bury myself eight inches inside her right this second, she needs to get out of her head first.

With every ounce of my restraint, I pull back, giving her pussy a hard slap that has a shocked, gasping moan escaping her lips before I stand to my full height. Her hands reach behind her head, searching for Alek.

“Daddy, please touch me,” she begs, grabbing his hand and pulling it to her chest.

“Not yet, Baby Girl,” he says, moving his hand from her breast to under her arms, pulling her back up to sit against his chest again. “Let’s get these clothes off of you.”

He runs his hands slowly down her sides before reaching for the hem of her black tank top and pulling it over her head gently. Gathering her hair on one side as his mouth descends down her neck, and she leans her head over to give him more access as he kisses down her throat and over her shoulder.

Royal moves in front of her. Without warning, rips her leggings right down the middle, eliciting a moan from her that has my cock pulsating inside my sweats, begging to be unleashed on her. He pulls them down her legs and tosses them to the floor.

“Look at this pretty pink pussy, dripping and begging for our cocks,” he says, dragging his finger over her slit, barely touching her. She grips Alek’s hands, moaning as a rush of arousal gushes out, running down the seam of her ass and pooling on the sheets beneath her.

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