Page 152 of Queen of Diamonds

In response, I lowered myself against Zed’s chest, wriggling back against his knot, the sensation making my eyes roll.

“You’re more than enough,” I said, tilting my head and keeping one eye on Knight and his beautiful, beautiful bare torso of thick muscles.

“Glad you’ve come around,” he purred, his hand squeezing my ass hard enough to make me squeak.

“Come around?” I asked, as he pressed his tip and stretched me out. I didn’t need prep at this point.

“I think you tried to shoot him, Little Devil,” Zed chuckled, his hand in my hair as Knight’s beast of a cock pressed into me an inch.

“I did not—” I let out a groan as he filled me with one thrust, scrambling against Zed’s chest for a moment to adjust to the sensation, little moans of pleasure slipping out as I felt his knot rock against my hole.

Kyan cupped my neck, and I pushed myself from Zed’s chest on instinct as Knight gripped my hips and began pumping into me properly.

“It was cute and vicious,” Kyan told me with a grin, going for what I wanted and un-tucking his cock from his sweats.

My tongue was already out, eyes dazed as Knight sent me racing toward the millionth orgasm of the heat.

Right as Kyan gave me what I wanted, making me feel completely fucking full of Alpha, I did what I think I’d been doing for every other orgasm before it.

It took one last check of the air, finding a strange comfort in the distant, souring scent of roses.

The next wave of heat was a lot more conscious, and a lot more enjoyable.

I don’t think I’d slept yet, but I got the feeling my Alphas would need to soon. I was, at least, ready to start letting them tag out.

And eventually, after what might have been another day, my eyelids fluttered closed. I might have passed out—it was hard to tell, but Zed’s voice woke me.

“Do you think we should deal with…” His voice trailed off. “I can move him out of here—” His words cut off at my whine.

No…

I knew who they were talking about. They would go in and out of the cell occasionally—making sure he was alive, I thought—and the scent of roses and redwood would seep out.

“You… want him here, Baby?” Zed asked me, cupping my cheek and helping me focus on him. I nodded my head, a little panicked.

The scent was grounding. He didn’t understand; if Ace was gone, he could be anywhere. Redwood and roses would follow me into any heat I had. But this time, I didn’t have to be afraid. It wasn’t haunting me in nightmares, it was tangible; something I could cross the room and open the door and see for myself, chains and all.

“Okay,” Zed breathed. “If you don’t want him gone, he stays.”

Good.

Okay… I nodded, realising I was humming happily, as I sank back against Kyan’s chest and adjusted myself over his length, feeling him shift inside me to keep at bay the warmth that threatened from a distance. A pain I’d become too familiar with.

But I didn’t need to be afraid.

My Alphas were here.

This was their home, which meant it was now mine, but it still needed fixing up. There were pieces of this place tangled in my fears.

In their rejection of me.

I had forgiven them, but Ace… he was the root of every fear remaining. Every moment of pain I’d suffered, every lie I’d been forced to make them believe.

So he had to stay chained in the next room, mine—just as he’d once believed I was his.

When I let him go, I could let go of all of it. Let go of everything that was stopping this place from becoming my home.

But I could choose when that was. This game was mine to play, and there was one more reason I wasn’t done with him yet. Every time I caught his scent, it was more agonised than before.

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