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“I know.” Eily reaches for my hand. “You were a virgin with Pastor Rutledge … I mean,withSire… weren’t you?”
“How can you tell?”
“Takes one to know one. Silas was my first, too—my first, my soulmate, my always. We’ve shared a lot. Me and him. Us and our partners. I’ve lived and loved a lot, and you deserve it, too.” She squeezes my hand. “Have Silas tonight. I trust him. He knows our boundaries.” Eily turns her generous gaze toward Axel and Nash. “Are they with Sire, too?”
I roll my lips over my teeth, fighting not to laugh. “Uh… no. Axel and Nash aren’t bi.”
They’re his brothers.
“Areyouwith them?” she asks. “Because damn, they’re a whole meal, you lucky bitch. You four seem very close.”
Am I very close with them?
I think of Axel swinging me around. Nash, being protective. Jace is so friendly. Grant’s always so funny. Nick is sweet. And Loch? He treats me like his equal.
“Yeah,” I answer with warmth. “We’re getting close.”
“Like…closeclose?”
I bite my lip. “We’re still exploring that.” It’s the truth.
Do I adore my future kings? With all my heart.
Do I trust them? With my life.
Do I want to fuck them? Well…
Nannie used to say the patriarchy shames a woman’s desire, and it’s on purpose. Because your desire is your power. She said you have to know what youwant, to know what you won’t tolerate.
What I love is how Sire knows what I want, and he doesn’t shame me. He just wants me to go slow. He doesn’t want me to get hurt. That’s why we’re waiting for my initiation.
Until then?
I edge my float up to Eily’s, asking, “So, how do we do this? This will be our first time, uh… you know…”
I trail off, and Eily winks. “Girl, I got ya. If I can plan six sinful nights for New Year’s and a hot and horny weekend for seventeen for Halloween, then?—”
“Seventeen!” I whisper my shout.
“Yes.” She nods, impressed with herself, and she should be. “They call me the pornified party planner.”
I laugh so hard, I almost fall off my float.
“Babygirl!” Silas shouts to Eily. “What are y’all laughing about?”
“Nothing.” Eily twirls on her penis float, calling out, “Wren and I are just breeding plans for the night.”
CHAPTER THIRTY
SIRE
I’ve always pridedmyself on being a determined man. I know what I want.
Do I want the three men, standing naked together with their rock-hard dicks, waiting for me? Sure.
When I’m at the pulpit, I want to save souls. When I’m with my family, I want to save their lives. When I die, I want to be condemned. I deserve it.
But when I’m with my wife? I want redemption. I want heaven, and I find it inside Wren.
