Page 141 of Sire
But I’m not complaining.
“Hmm.” I twist my lips, surveying the options in the third-floor demonstration room at Delta’s, my favorite sex store. Vale is their manager and my co-conspirator. “I’ll never convince Sire to move. We’re too close to his church, but…”
I reach for the phone in my back pocket.
Laughing, Vale flops down on a red sex chaise. “That’s my girl; bribe him with kinky sex for a house near ours.”
“Been there; do it almost every night. I have no leverage.” I type my text. “But I have a king in my back pocket.”
Like a cat, she stretches. “Which one?”
“Loch. I’ll get him to squeeze this bench into our guest room, where he stays half the time. It’ll cramp the space and our sex life.”
I send the text.
On the heaven side, we have a new queen: Vale Monroe. She and Nash are making that best-friend’s-dad taboo really work for them. They’re in love, engaged, and Alena knows.
I’m so happy for my second king.
And… I told him so.
On the hell side, when Alena found out that her best friend was in love with her father, she also found out about Loch.
The whole who-Nash-and-Loch-really-are thing. The ex-Bratva thing. The we-have-sex-trafficking-enemies thing. And the whole Loch-was-guarding-Alena-and-hiding-it-from-her thing.
Of course, Alena called off their wedding and broke up with Loch. I don’t blame her. She’s hurt, but so is he.
On his weekends off, he stays in our guest bedroom, licking his lonely wounds and all the cookies I bake for him.
And… I told my kings this would happen, too.
See? I’m like Dolly; listen to me, and all your problems will be solved.
But my kings don’t always listen, and the secrets between us spread like venomous threads, poisoning our bonds and threatening to tear us apart.
Any day, I’m ready for Sire’s secret to unravel our world.
Vale widens her eyes with the mention of my sex life. She stammers, “Do you and Sire and Loch fu?—”
“Lord, no!” I laugh. “First, Sire hasn’t shared me since myinitiation. Second, Loch will become a monk if he doesn’t win Alena back. I lowkey pity his pity party.”
“So, what did you text him?”
“My plan.” I shrug, smiling. “Have the shop send this bench to my place, and I’ll have Loch put it in the guest room and throw his dirty boxers on it.”
Vale scoffs a laugh, “Sire will kill him!”
“Exactly. Sire will see a breeding bench and want to play stallion tonight, but his brother will cockblock. And maybe…” mischief ignites my eyes, “I’ll finally convince him to get us a second place near y’all. One with a sex room.”
The queens are close: me, Zar, Delphine, and Vale.
Our beautiful beasts and kings have no idea how we scheme behind their backs, all under the sage guidance of The Queen, my badass mother-in-law, Nadine.
Vale twirls one of her long black braids, crushing her Wednesday Addams look. “I feel guilty,” she sighs. “Nash and I are finally happy. You and Sire live in sinful heaven. Zar and Nick are sublime. Delphine and Grant are perfection. Even The Queen has a hot toy now and?—”
“What?” I perk up. “Who?”
I thought Nadine lived a sexy, celibate life. Like, she’s the Fairy Godmother of Orgasms, granting all but herself a climax. I assumed it was to honor her second king, the man who died saving her and the boys, getting them out of Russia and away from Ruslan.
