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Wilder sits beside us, looking bewildered at our mating ritual. “Hey, uh, Princess Jasmine?” An unlit cigarette hangs from Wilder’s lips. “You know what a virgin is, right?”
“Sure do. I was a horny virgin until an hour after I marriedSire; right there, in front of his church’s altar.” I toast my beer. “Bye-bye, hymen.”
Behind me, Remi snorts into his mug. Sire laughs into my hair, squeezing me tighter.
But Wilder continues, “Yeah, well, you know, virgins aren’t touched for thethirty-first timein that song. They’re touched for thevery first time, in fuckingandthat song.”
My blush is instant. I hear my mistaken lyrics and how I crooned them to the entire crowd, probably thirty-one times.
In a huff, I turn to Sire. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
His brows shoot up. “Because you’re packin’ heat, and no one comes between you and Dolly and your songs.”
Wilder laughs, jumping off his stool. “I’ll take the damn job for free if she gets up there and sings again.”
Do I like the crazy hot cousins? Yes. I like their beer and karaoke, too.
Do I trust them to take care of a deadly threat to our family? Okay, I know when I’m in the presence of killers.
But still.
If they eliminate Viktor, it means an even greater threat will come for us.
It’ll summon the Devil.
Sire’s father.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
SIRE
“You sure about this?”Grant asks before hissing a sip of whisky over his teeth.
“You saw where we found her.” I’m drinking water. I want to be fully sober for this. “You saw where she came from, too, and the hell she went through.”
Axel solemnly adds, “And then her childhood? Man, I can’t stop thinking about how cruel some were to her.”
I swallow the lump in my throat. “Exactly. Wren went from having no one to being my wife. She’ll have me forever, but I need her to trust you all, too. She’s afraid she’ll lose us.”
Thoughtfully, Jace nods. “You want us to make her feel it. How we care for her.”
“Yeah.” I turn to Nash. He’s oddly quiet. “You okay with this, bro? This is what she wants. You’ll be her second king, and it starts tonight. This is her test. Next week, we initiate her.”
“I’ll always be here for her.” Nash leans forward, opening his hands. “You know I will.”
“I’m loyal to Alena,” Loch explains. “But you know I’ll always serveour queens.”
My eyes slice to Grant, stifling a brotherly grin.
Grant let Delphine transform Loch from a closeted virgin into a skilled pleasure Dom. All so Loch could become Delphine’s second king, and long before Loch professed his love for Alena.
Nick and Zar share a chair. Cheekily, Zar adds, “We’re here forimmoralsupport, of course.”
I raise my water glass to my second queen. Zar always lifts the mood.
Reclining on black leather sofas and chairs, we’re illuminated by two red neon bunny lights in a private VIP room of The Rabbit Hole. A white faux rabbit fur blanket covers a low platform. Mirrors line two walls. A black sex swing dangles from gold chains, swaying from the center ceiling. Low acrylic tables supply condoms, lube, toys, and more.
I called ahead with special requests. Given my history in this Atlanta fetish club, they go to great lengths to please me.
