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“Ican,” Axel presses, “or do youwantus to touch you? Tell us. We’ll honor it.”

Nash is silent, letting the smacks of his cock pumping in and out of my open cunt, fill the room. What he must see from where he stands between my thighs, claiming what’s his but asking me to trust his brothers, allowing them to pleasure me, too? He must be wrestling with his demons and desire for this.

The urge to ask for Nash’s consent fills my mouth, too, but then he moves his hand off my hip, his thumb circling my clit, pleasure sparking through my nerves, and I know it. I feel it. He’s telling me…

I want this. I need this for us.

The admission will never fall from his possessive and panting mouth, so I answer for us, “Yes, I want it. I command you all to touch me.”

“Yes, our queen,” Axel praises before I feel the yanking tear of the tissue-thin fabric connecting my sleeves to my bodice. Axel tugs it down, revealing my ample breasts. My nipples are immediately aroused to be exposed to the others.

“Fuck,” Nash growls, his powerful thrusts matching the tempo of his thumb circling harder over my sensitive nub. The rousing pleasure he’s giving me reveals it’s his too.

This is his kink. This is the part he didn’t want to admit to me. It’s taboo and everything he desires, and I want it, too.

“Touch them,” I demand with an ache in my nipples, my breasts bouncing in cadence with Nash’s thrusts. “Touch what belongs to my king.”

A warm, calloused hand surprises me on my right. Axel’s on my left. Nash is between my thighs. I don’t know where the others are in the room, but someone else obeys me. He gently cups my breast, making Nash groan. I swear I can feel his cock swelling even more.

“Beautiful.” It’s Sire, his pontificating voice distinct. “She’s so beautiful, Nash.”

“Yes, she is.” It’s Wren, her voice panting in concert with Sire’s.

“Do you like this, my queen?” Sire fondles my breast as he taunts Wren, “Do you like me touching her breast for you? Do you like us getting her off for you?”

“Yes, my king.” Wren’s tiny voice resonates with undeniable lust. The swing shakes like Wren is grabbing its side, too.

Oh my god, Sire is fucking her.After the nights we’ve spent in their guestroom, I know the sounds of their lust.

“Yes, touch her,” Wren urges. “Pinch her nipple while you pinch mine, too.”

“Oh, my filthy angel.” I hear Sire before he obeys her. With his gentle pinch, clamping down on my bouncing nipple, I groan.

“Goddamn,” Nash snarls, slowing his thrusts.

He’s too aroused by what he sees. He’s fighting for control.I know his body too well now.

“She likes it,” Sire taunts Wren, “just like you. You’re so wet watching a king fuck his queen. Stand with your little legs together. Good girl. Make that little pussy even tighter for me to fuck.”

“Damn, my queen.” I hear another deep groan. It’s Grant. I’ve heard his carnal lust too many times at the club not to know his grizzly growl. “Yes, fuck that pussy with your fingers while you suck my cock. You were a good doll for me this week. You’ve earned it.”

I don’t know who Grant’s with, but it must be the other queen.

“Yes, my king.” It’s Wren sighing near my ear while Sire pinches my nipple, and Nash fills me with his cock, his fingers taunting my clit.

I don’t know the rules; I just know I love this. I don’t need to see it to want it. To feel like I belong to something forbidden and fiercely defended. To sense its history and bond. There’s a reason this is an ancient ritual. It transcends time and taboo. It’s how we survive. It’s how love survives.

“They all approve.” I hear Axel on my left, praising as Nash drags his length out, leaving me open and dripping, streams of my lust puddling on the soft leather beneath me.

Axel still hasn’t touched me; my left breast aches for his praise and pinch, too.

“But doesheapprove?” Nash asks and…

Who?Who is he asking about?

“Yes.” Jace’s voice sounds on my left. He must be standing beside Axel. “We’d be honored if she became our queen.”

“Prove it,” Nash orders, pressing his swollen tip against my waiting entrance. I moan at his tease. “Prove to us you can be her second.”

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