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My queen.
I pull her into a deep kiss. As always, it’s a hope, a prayer, and a vow when my lips meet hers.
I can see our daughters together, our fiery princesses. I can see our son with my icy eyes. I can see our family together, and I fight like hell to have it.
I don’t feel my brother. I only feel her.
Need her.
Love her.
I fight for it and fuck Ruby so hard, thrusting my hips, and Grant matches my rhythm. Thrust for thrust, we fuck her until she’s crying out on top of me, scratching at my pecs, her lustful stare committed to mine while she drips over my balls, bucking and shaking.
That ends Grant. He groans. He finishes. He leaves us alone on the platform, but I’m not done.
I’m not done until I’m rising to suck her nipples. Untilshe wraps her legs and arms around me. Until she’s in my lap and moaning for me again.
I gaze down to where our bodies are joined and watch her rub her beautiful pink clit over my steel piercing.Our piercing.And she gazes down, moaning at the sight of us, too.
Somewhere between her last orgasm and mine. Between her sweet tears and the ones I fight. Between our kisses, and “love yous,” and everyone clapping for us. Between her officially becoming my queen and every goddamn reason I breathe, she sighs…
“Can we name our first daughter Violet?”
And I laugh, loving her, kissing her.
Leave it to my Wildfire to negotiate terms right now.Like I’ll fight my queen on this.
Then again…
I love our little fights. And I’m still her boss. And hell yes, I’m her Dom.
“Only if we can name our other daughters Hazel, Olive, and Iris.”
Yeah, I’ve dreamt about it, too.
Because I’ll always be her king.
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
RUBY
When I open my eyes,I’m greeted by soft golden fur and a sexy nipple circled in black ink.
And …
I smile.
Growing up, my mom used to tell me and my sisters, “A man is not a plan. Prince Charming isn’t saving you. So, save yourself.”
And I did.
When an ex-Bratva prince stalked me, I stalked him back. I saved my heart until he caught it, and now I plan to love him, covered in ink and kittens, for the rest of my life.
Sounds like a fairytale to me.
Axel stirs, naked beside me. His hand starts lingering up and down my back while his other pets the kitten on his chest, and I wonder aloud, “Just how many pussies do you need to sleep with?”
“At least four.” He chuckles, and I glance down, grinning at the two curled on his abs.