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“You can’t bribe me with these lips.” I nip her plush bottom one, totally fucking lying. Her kiss could convince me to name our son Lurch.

Don’t tell her.

So, Blair drives Vale, and Grant rides with Jace to the club. Of course, Grant doesn’t miss a chance to go. His queen awaits him there.

I follow the convoy of Blair’s car and Jace’s truck, not loving how, for miles, all I can see is Vale jerking off Jace and making him come all over her tits at our kinky daddy taboo. Nirvana’s “Come As You Are” streaming through my speakers doesn’t help.

They park and enter through the front while I drive around back and use the fire escape stairwell to enter the second floor. We rarely use this door to one of Nadine’s private residences.

But she’s not here. I find her in the office on the third floor, gazing down over her erotic dominion.

“Let me guess,” she says, “the kittens want to play, and there’s nothing the big, bad wolf can do about it.”

“I told her I’d allow it.”

“Uh-huh.” She turns to me standing beside her, her blue eyes dancing with delight. “Son, you look very handsome pussy-whipped. I’m so proud.”

I fight the urge to snarl. Instead, I give her a guilty grin. Nadine’s never seen me in love. Well, finally, having the love I’ve always wanted. I think it’s all she wants for her sons: love and family.

Sipping a whisky she serves me, I note Blair sulking to Jace at the bar. Those two are best friends.

I must admit Vale’s right; Jace is the perfect brother for us. He’s a skull crusher with the softest heart. I’ve never seen him with someone else unless it’s a test or an initiation, and it made me doubt during Vale’s test if he couldperformas her second king.Once.

Now, I’m sure he can because I damn well know the other brothers are too beastial like me. No way I’d let one claim Vale, too.

I watch her talking with Silas and Eily Van de May at the bar below. They’re her loyal customers and friends.

Then I spot Grant and Delphine, with two of her friends, going at it again.

How Grant wound up with a French queen whose kink is the French sex—fellatio—and why she loves giving it with her friends, too? I don’t know. But she’s perfect for him, and I’m not jealous.

I’m a one-woman kind of man.

Scratch that: I’m Vale’s man. Always have been.

Yes, I get off at an orgy. Who doesn’t?

Vale told me it’s scientifically proven. Scientists have wired people’s genitals to monitors, and even though their subjects insisted they didn’t get aroused watching sex, the blood flow to their happy zones revealed otherwise.

No, you can’t wire my dick for such an experiment, but yep, it proves we’re animals. Maybe it’s a survival thing, like mating season for all; it keeps us alive.

God knows I feel like an animal during our tests and initiations. So, why deny it? Why be ashamed of it? It’s natural.

It’s the sharing part that feels unnatural to me, but clearly, not to my brothers.

Though Grant and Delphine take it to the next level, and I’m not judging. I have my kinks, too. Clearly, because Vale’s bikinis aren’t safe around me.

“Lawd, that boy,” but Nadine huffs, turning away from Grant’s spectacle. “I’m gonna smack him into next week. Why must he have his little pecker licked daily?”

I snort.Little pecker.Hardly.

“His queen sure likes sharing it,” I observe, humor filling my voice.

“His queen barely escaped with her life from a VIP Paris nightclub. She was part of a sex scandal that blew up the tabloids.” Nadine pours herself a shot. “Delphine knows the darkest secrets of some of Europe’s most powerful men. She could destroy them, so she hides here to stay alive. Lucky for my son, she hides in his sheets, too. I swear they’re wilder than an acre of snakes for each other; they lose their damn minds.”

I watch Vale innocently chatting with her friends while guilt suddenly crushes my chest.

Have we lost our minds, too? Have Vale and I fallen so deeply in love, we’re fooling ourselves?

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