Page 129 of Sire
Delphine is with Wren, getting her ready at the hotel. They’re on their way while my emotions threaten to end this night.
Possession. Passion. Protection. Perversion. Desire and the divine. It’s a war inside me.
I’m not sure I can fully share Wren, but I’m sure she needs this.
Outside the cousins’ brewery, I’ve never seen her so afraid. Tragically, she wasn’t as scared when I rescued her from a sex trafficking ring, or when we hunted down her captor, and she shot him.
No, Wren was fearless then.
But she’s terrified she’ll lose me now. That something will happen to me, and my family will abandon her. I understand. As a child, almost every night, I feared I’d lose my mom.
So, tonight is more than an erotic test for Wren. A prelude to her initiation. A taste of our carnal tradition.
This is proof. Vows made with flesh. Penetrating promises. A covenant of carnal bonds. Sacred sin.
Forever, Wren is mine.
Always, my brothers will care for her.
Some bonds last a lifetime.
She’ll feel it tonight.
“So, we go slow with her and take turns.” I pop my neck. Goddamn, this is true love because murder itches through my veins, even as I demand on Wren’s behalf, “Whatever she wants, we do it. And if you hurt her?—”
“Off with our heads.” Grant stretches. “Got it.”
“Condoms,” I bark.
“Check,” they reply.
“Consent.”
They nod.
I slice my eyes over the soaring landscape of black-suited kings, my beastly brothers. I trust them, but still… “Do notcomeinMYwife.”
“What aboutonher?” Jace smirks. He’s a hidden devil. “She really liked it last time.”
“Fine,” I hiss. “But don’t do it in her eyes. Cum stings.”
Nick and Zar chuckle while Axel jokes, “Why yes, our proud bi brother, we’ll take your word for it.”
I smirk. “Like I didn’t impress you at our party with The Six.”
“Like you wouldn’t impress a group of silver-backed gorillas.” Nash’s eyes glimmer, amused. “Goddamn, man. You’re a National Geographic documentary on breeding in captivity.”
Our laughter almost drowns out the knock on the door before Delphine enters, holding Wren’s hand.
Lightning jolts my heart at the sight of my stunning wife, wearing a white silk robe and matching heels. She’s biting her plump, glossy lip. I know her body. I was her first. I’ll be her last. I know when Wren’s aroused. Curious. Nervous. Herlong lashes blink, adjusting to the red-lit room until they find my eyes.
Proudly, she gives me her smile, and love has a heartbeat. It’s living, breathing, changing, and growing even stronger inside me. How is it possible to love Wren even more, because I do?
My Iron Angel.
My, how your wings have grown.
Delphine leads her to the center of the room. Gently sliding Wren’s robe off her shoulders, she demands, “Begreatfor her, my kings.”
