Page 46 of The Queen
James’s words echo in my head when Raphael speaks up. “Eliza,” he says, voice firm yet soothing, “I’ve seen you fight, seenyou stand tall when others would crumble. You have a strength in you that’s unmatched, physically, mentally and emotionally. You are a goddess, not a Queen. You are everything I need in my life, in my love. You challenge me, but I know I challenge you as well. We both need that. I love you. That’s never going to change.”
His assurance wraps around me, steadies the tremble in my bones. I look into his eyes and find the truth there. Like me, Raphael doesn’t just throw around words; he means them.
Tarquin saunters over to me, all cocky grin and roguish charm. The light in his eyes speaks volumes of his intentions, the playful spark unmistakable. His gaze rakes over me, bold and unapologetic, and I feel a familiar heat stir.
“Cut to the chase, little dove. You need us, all of us, and we’re here for you. To share every part of you.” His voice drops to a husky whisper, and it’s like a match struck against the dry tinder of my control. It’s about the raw, undeniable connection between us. These men, my men, they know me—every dark corner, every secret thought—and still, they’re here. Ready to claim me, ready to be mine.
In the charged silence, Oliver rises and steps forward. His presence is like a cool shadow, calm and deep. He takes my hand gently, his fingers wrapping around mine with unwavering certainty. The stress knotting in my shoulders eases just a bit with his touch.
“I see you. All of you. Your battles, your fears, your incredible strength.” His eyes, so full of quiet understanding, hold mine. “It’s an honour to stand by you through every storm and every calm. You’re extraordinary.”
“Oliver...” My voice cracks, filled with emotion that is as foreign to me as Ancient Greek. I clear my throat, steadying myself. “All of you,” I add, my gaze drifting over each of their faces. “Are you prepared for this? For all the complications,the dangers, not just for me, but for all of us?” I ask, heart hammering. “Not just as lovers, but as partners, as confidants—as mychosenfamily? Can you share me, not just my bed, but my burdens, my power, my life and those of each other?”
The questions hang heavy in the air, laden with the significance of what I’m asking. But I need to know, and I need to hear it from them. We’re not playing a game; we’re planning a future, one where love isn’t bound by conventions or constrained by fear.
“Little killer, are you asking us to be in a relationship with you?” Raphael smirks, making my cheeks blush.
“Well, yeah, obviously, you fucker.Ifthat is what you want. None of you are obliged to do anything…”
“We don’t want anything less than all of you, every shade of your soul,” he interrupts. “All of us, together. We are your Kings, and you are our Queen.”
“Thought I was a goddess,” I murmur, giving him a slow smile.
He chuckles. “Mafia goddess doesn’t sound so menacing.”
“Okay, true,” I conceded.
Tarquin chuckles, a low sound that vibrates through the tension. “We want you, all of you. But you need to decide if this is an equal thing or what exactly you plan to do with us.”
Meeting his gaze, I can see he is worried about my answer, so I don’t make him wait too long. “Equality is everything. No one is above or below anyone else. There will be times when we will be together and times when we are alone, and that’s okay. That’s how it has to be so we can grow and deepen our individual connections.”
He nods, relief etched in his expression.
Oliver squeezes my hand. “We’re here, Eliza. All in.”
James, his steady presence a force in itself, says, “Nothing could keep us from standing by you. Not now, not ever.”
Nodding slowly, glad to have that sorted out but fearful of what this means for the future, I push the fears aside because this is real. This is mine—our crazy, unconventional, powerful family. Together, we are a force unto ourselves, bound not by blood but by choice, stronger than any ties tradition could dictate.
“This will make the alliance even stronger,” I murmur. “No one can break the next-gen.”
“Let them try,” Raph states with a foreboding glint in his eyes.
With no words left to say, Tarquin crushes me to him, his lips bruising mine as Oliver moves in closer, trailing his hand up my arm. Raphael and James are quick to join us, shedding their clothes as we are about to consummate this union of power.
I moan as hands strip me of my clothes. Raphael’s lips find my neck from behind, sucking hard enough to leave a mark that will tell the world I’m taken, and it’s hands off for anyone else.
James kneels next to me; his gaze locked on mine as I pull away from kissing Tarq and stare down at him with an intensity that both scares and thrills me. He knows what he wants, and he takes it—my submission, my passion—without asking because he doesn’t need to. His fingers trail along my thigh before diving into my cunt, drawing out a moan that’s swallowed by Oliver’s demanding kiss.
Raphael pulls at my hair gently to tilt my head back and away from Oliver, his mouth covering mine in a kiss that’s all possession and power.
Oliver’s mouth descends on my nipple while James finger-fucks me until my knees are about to buckle. Raph holds me up and lifts me off James’s fingers so that Tarquin can slide his waiting cock into my soaking pussy, drenching him as he thrusts deep inside me. I gasp, the sensation overwhelming as I am filled completely, every nerve ending screaming in pleasure. Tarquingrunts, his hips snapping forward in a rhythm that has us both moaning.
Raphael’s hands are on my hips, steadying me as he bites at my shoulder, marking me again. The pain is delicious, contrasting with the pleasure coursing through me.
“On the floor,” James mutters, and I feel Tarq slip out of me as Raph lays me down on the soft carpet. I arch my back as Tarq kneels in front of me, dragging me back onto his cock as James adds his fingers as well, stretching me wide. “Can you take two of us?” he murmurs.
“Yes!” I scream, needing it.
