Page 189 of Axel

“You look incredible like that, my queen.” Axel lowers his lips, tugging my leash so I’ll lift my chin and eagerly return his kiss.

He laves his tongue over mine, moaning at his taste inmy mouth before he sweeps my lips. He cleans his cum off my chin, too, but he leaves it dripping and drying on my breasts.

Then he nuzzles his forehead to mine.

“Does your pussy want more?”

“Yes, my king.”

“Spread yourself open and prove it.”

This is complete trust. Complete exposure. Complete control and total submission.

And I was born to do this for him.

I sit on the plush platform and lean back on my elbows. Drawing my knees up, I let my legs fall wide open for Axel. His brothers can see me, too. So can the queens.

Desire leaks from my cunt and I clench it for him. I make my ass pulse around my naughty bunny plug, too, and Axel growls, “Fuck yes, that’s mine.”

“Nash,” he calls to him while his stare admires my wanton pride. “Come here and serve my queen’s pussy for me to eat.”

Oh.

My.

God.

Nash Allen. Our second king. Vale’s king and fiancé is almost as menacing and mouthwatering as Axel. Tousled bronze hair. Rich brown eyes. He’s tall with ink and muscles galore.

Wearing black suit pants and an unbuttoned starched white shirt—it’s what all the kings wear tonight—he rises from his throne.

Axel shrugs off his black jacket, tossing it on the platform while Nash stalks my way.

I’m sure in time, I’ll get to know Nash. I’ve grown so close to his queen already. But the fact that Nash feels like a stranger, but one I want to trust as a king, makes this more erotic.

I guess Axel meant it.

Every king will touch me tonight.

And I want it.

I want to belong. To bond. To be owned and adored.

“Come here, Wildfire.”

Tenderly, Axel beckons me to rise, guiding me to wrap my hands around his neck while he lifts me, hooking his arms under my legs and setting me like a doll into Nash’s waiting grasp.

With my naked back against Nash’s exposed, smooth chest, I can feel his hard heat. I can smell his cologne: vanilla and leather. I can sense how my weight is nothing to his strength.

“You good, my queen?” Nash asks me while I lean against him, my legs dangling over his arms. He holds me, splayed open … and I love it.

“Yes, thank you.”

It doesn’t feel right calling Nash or anyone elsemy king.Though I know our roles, that’s not my heart. It belongs to one man. One king.

“Bring her to me.”

Axel sits on his throne, summoning Nash.

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