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Nash can’t hide it. I don’t want him to, and Sire can’t take any more. Neither can I.
Sire grabs my face, turning my chin. “Angel. My angel, I swear.” With primal grunts, he kisses me, grunting over our lips before he spills inside me, his fingers not forgetting my clit. He knows how to take me; he owns me.
When I come this time, I let every tender tear fall, every moan go, every flutter release. I fall into my ocean, and Sire dives in, breathless, with me. His touch and kiss, everywhere. Always holding me. Always with me. I convulse, then tremble. I cry, then laugh. I’m blinded, but then I open my eyes and all I see is Sire.
My soulmate.
My soul.
Mine.
My body shakes with emotion. We all know there’s one left.
Axel.
He makes me cry tender tears even harder as Nash falls away and Axel approaches me, naked and in my husband’s arms.
Tenderly, Axel enters me. His cock covered by a condom, he goes slow. He makes it feel good while Sire holds me. Closing his eyes, Axel honors me and the secret woman in his heart.
While he’s barely thrusting inside me, I gaze down at his new piercing. He didn’t have it before.Axel got it for her.He’s saving it for her.
I know.
Under all of Axel’s darkness, I can feel his love. All this love.
The kings love their queens. They’ll never abandon them. And more so, my husband loves me. Ours is the kind of love that will never leave. It’s written on my soul.
Forever.
It feels the same a week later, during my initiation in Axel’s office, in his boardroom. All of the kings are there except Loch. Loch’s life with Alena begins tonight. It’s their engagement party.
But not before Sire makes me his queen. He slides a goldFabergé pink sapphire ring on my right wedding finger, a Russian tradition. He vows to be my king, and all witness our love. Our tears and smiles. Our bodies joined, too.
They witness Nash becoming my second king. Only he and I know how he keeps his vow to Vale, how he’s waiting for her.
Jace and Grant want me to be sure. They let me feel our bond once more. So does Axel. With Sire inside me, too, each king gives me a piece of his heart. The rest belongs to their queen.
As it should. It’s what I love about them.
And that’s how we live and love.
It’s how we survive.
I finally trust that I’ll never lose my kings.
Until the Devil returns to take my husband.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
WREN
“This won’t fitin our bedroom.” I straddle a black padded sex bench, pondering aloud, “And it’ll barely fit in our guest bedroom.”
“Do like me and Nash…” Vale lingers her fingertips over the kinky furniture like a game show hostess. “Move to a new house with an extra bedroom you can turn into a sex room.”
It’s been three months since my initiation and over a month since Vale’s.
In that time, to say heaven and hell have broken loose is an understatement. It’s been more likeJohn WickmeetsThe Notebookwith nights ofFifty Shades.
