Page 172 of Nash

“Our queen is right,chérie,” Grant agreed, nodding toward Delphine, who sat across from him. “I need you here where I can keep you safe.”

“Wherewekeep her safe,” Axel seethed as usual, but it was sad. He didn’t have his mystery woman kneeling before him, and he seemed destroyed by it. Dark circles rimmed his stunning glacial eyes.

“Speaking of safe,” Nick cut in. “What’s the plan? Because I don’t give a damn about the NFL; I want to crush skulls.”

“I’m right beside you,” Zar snarled, his gaze locked on the man he loves.

“What’s going on?” I had no idea what they were talking about, but Nash gave me a measured look from across the room.It said, “Trust us,” and I was. I am. I’m trusting our life together.

The kings sat on their thrones. The queens sat on ours. Nadine sat at the head of the room as Axel read her warning eyes. Then he swung his focus my way.

“Your twin,” he asked me, “she’s partnered with two NFL players?”

“Yeah,” I worried. “Why?”

“But they’re not out,” Nick asked, “as a throuple, right? They’re closeted?”

I didn’t know what I could share about my twin’s love life. And I meanLOVE. Blair, Beau, and Colton are neck-deep in it together.

Nash read my protective silence. “That’s my queen’s sister. You can’t ask her to betray her privacy.”

“I’m not,” Axel answered. “There’s a way we can protect her, too.”

I wanted to ask more. I needed to, but Nadine ruled the room. “Enough. We have a plan in action, but it’s too soon to discuss it.” A plan? For what, I wondered while Nadine, wearing a black leather Chanel sheath dress, rose to her stunning glory. Stubbing out her cigar, she proclaimed, “I have a captive to interrogate, and y’all have an engagement to celebrate.”

A captive?

She meant that hot one in the bunker, bound, hard, and on his knees for her andgood for Nadine, I thought.I know a dominatrix when I spot one.Yes, mix more concrete for another shrine to our queen.

Once she left, Nash took over.

He’d been waiting for me. “It’s time to celebrate my future wife.” He lowered his gaze. “Turn around on your throne, my queen. Kneel, lift your skirt, and pull your panties down.”

I thought he would put me on display again, and I wasn’t opposed. But that’s not my beast. He’s done sharing me.

No, he was on me.

While I grabbed my throne’s golden frame, Nash kneeled before it and feasted on my cunt in front of everyone until I came so hard to his pounding fingers and brutal tongue. He made me drip over my white velvet seat before he stood, dragging his zipper down. Grabbing my hips, he started fucking me like an animal, and I loved it.

I cried out, our passion inspiring Nick and Zar. Nick claimed Zar on Nick’s throne, while Grant took Delphine on the platform. Sire took Wren right beside me on her throne. They matched our position. Sire was definitely breeding her before I glanced over my shoulder.

Half of me grieved, worried, and wondering why Axel had mysteriously left. He wasn’t there.

Half of me moaned, witnessing Jace, who stayed. He sat alone, fisting his cock, pumping it in cadence to Nash’s thrusts inside me.

I know Jace doesn’t love me as Nash does. It’s different. It’s sweet and a little sexy between us, and it breaks my heart because I know Jace is brokenhearted over someone else.

But he won’t tell us who, and it was like watching Nash’s love for me gave Jace hope that he’ll love again. It gets him through. At least, I hoped it did.

I still do.

“Can I ask a question?” I rise before reaching to tip my throne back up, but Nash leans over and beats me to it.

“Poison,” he grins, “does your mouth ever stop asking questions?”

“Nope. So go ahead and tell me what’s going on with Jace and Axel. Separately and in great detail.”

Nash reaches for my hand, the one wearing his black diamond. It may be months before we wed, but I believe we were already married in this room.

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