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He steps in front of me, lifting my chin. “You want to choke on your king’s jewels?”

“Yes, my king. Please.” I stare into his wild eyes. I’ve never felt so beautiful, my tingling sex exposed to his brothers as Nash steps back and strips before me.

As a silent promise, he turns away, draping his discarded garments over the second queen’s throne.

My throne to earn tonight.

Turning to face me, lust rips my breath away at the sight of Nash. He’s nude, covered in ink and shredded muscles, his erection jutting hard and exposed for me, for his brothers and their queens to relish it, too.

I part my lips for his tip, peering up at him.

He pulls the gold combs from my hair, dropping them on the floor, my raven waves tumbling free before he sinks a hand into my strands, his other fisting the base of his cock.

Slapping his tip against my waiting lips, he demands, “Open those lips wider for me. Yes, stick that naughty tongue out, too. That’s it. Now, show them what a thirsty little girl you are for this cock.”

In one ruthless thrust, Nash claims my waiting mouth, choking my throat. I gape up at him, my eyes suddenly tearing, loving the beast fucking my face.

It makes my exposed pussy leak, my muscles clenching around the steel plug, thrilling my ass, too.

I love that he’s doing it like this.

Nash is proud of our lust. He’s not hiding it anymore. He’s going to fuck me like an animal because his brothers already know how long he’s loved me.

Tonight, he proves how much he’s wanted me, too.

Fisting my hair into a ponytail, he guides me, making me take as much of him as I can, my proud chokes filling the air. Then, lewdly, he taps my head, like he’s petting me, as he thrusts his thick cock into my mouth. “That’s it. Good girl. Suck it. Take it all the way, poison.”

I can’t. It’s impossible. He’s too long, but I try. I drool. I cry, moaning and wanting every inch of him, tasting his teasing, salty drops on my tongue that only drive me to gag on him.

Nash pulls out at my struggling sound, dragging out my spit and letting it drool from my lips. I weep and smile up at him before he guides me to turn around.

Fisting my hair as I kneel on the bench, Nash declares to his brothers, “This is my beautiful queen. She’s always belonged to me, and I’ll always choose her. Don’t touch her. You know I’ll kill for her.”

In a violent rip, he tears my thong off, tossing it at Axel, who barely grins.

“But you’ve known how much I love her, too, haven’t you?” He challenges them, and every head nods except Jace.

I want to cry tender tears at how long Nash has loved me, at all he’s done for me, at how long he’s waited for this, for us.

I can’t believe we’re finally here, but I keep searching Jace’s stare. It’s not angry, jealous, or lecherous. Jace’s erection is obvious. We arouse him, but I’ve known Jace for some time, too. I know …he’s doing this for Nash.

He’s not letting the beast inside him come out, too. That would be a bloody fight to the death over me, and Nash wouldn’t lose. Nashwillkill for me.

So Jace finds the man inside him, the one who’ll keep his vow and protect his queens.

But Nash?

He’s here to claim me. He has to be a beast to initiate me. One whose overwhelming instinct is to fuck me for all to see his primacy and property.

It’s so primitive and barbaric. It’s so beautiful, too, how Nash gently turns me to face him. Wiping away my smeared mascara and tears, he asks, “Do you want to show them everything? Every way you’re mine?”

I answer with every cell in my body, “Yes, my king.”

With a smirk I didn’t expect, Nash unclasps my bra, letting it fall to the floor before he aims for his jacket on the second queen’s throne—my throne. Reaching into the inside pocket, he pulls out a small white box.

No way that’s an engagement ring.

Nash may be kinky, but he’s romantic, too. He’ll save that for later, and I’m right. Opening the box, he lifts three pairs of magnetic orbs.

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