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“More than okay,” I sigh. “I want more.”

“Bring her water,” Axel commands the group, and Jace complies. He rises and fills a crystal glass on the antique credenza before crossing the room and offering it to me.

I lick my lips, thirsty and thankful, but also noting the heavy erection hanging in Jace’s pants, too.

I thank Jace and sip my water.

And Axel smirks, watching Jace return to his throne before he asks me, “Are you ready for more, my queen? Can I lay you in the lap of another king while I fuck you?”

The sweet shockswon’t stop tonight, but I don’t overthink Axel’s question.

“Yes, fuck me like a queen.”

Axel nips at my demanding mouth before his kiss claims it, his tongue sharing our taste: my tang and his salt. I breathe against his lips. “Now, my king.”

“Stand up and take off your panties.”

“Herouvertpanties,” Vale interjects cutely, and Axel winks at her.

I love the relationship he has with the other queens. It’s respectful. It’s affectionate. It’s warm and protective, but it’s not like the intense love we share.

I’m beginning to feel what Axel has told me all along.

This is building a bond, rare and revered. You can’t describe it from the surface. You have to dive in to feel its warmth, its depth.

I already feel connected to the queens, and I’ve loved Zar and Nick for so long.

But now? With the other kings?

I feel safe with Sire and comfortable with Nash.

As Axel’s queen, the first-chair queen, he’ll make sure I bond with all of his brothers tonight.

It’s like he needs it.

And I do, too.

After my little rest and water, I stand on firm legs, confidently stripping off my panties for the room. Not like they were concealing anything, but now, there’s no pretense of hiding.

I’m in my collar and chains, and I’m all Axel’s.

He holds out his hand and I place my soaked panties in it.

Then he rises, leaving my panties on his throne before he leads me across the room to the other side of the semicircle.

Now, I’m staring down Grant, Delphine, Jace, and the empty throne beside him.

For a moment, my heart hurts for Jace. He deserves a queen, a love like what Axel and I share.

What woman would stay married to an asshole, as Vale described, and not run into Jace’s waiting mammoth arms?

Whoever she is, she’d be lucky.

You can see it in Jace’s steel blue eyes. They’re warm. They’re ready to give so much love.

Beside his empty queen’s throne, sit Nick and Zar. Of everyone, they’re closest to me. They’re a line I don’t cross, and Axel knows.

Next to Zar sits Loch, alone.

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