Page 298 of Blackwood

“Un-fucking-tie me,” I growl.

Haley leans down, puts her lips to my ear. “Shhh…” she whispers. “Be a good King.”

They keep moving. Teasing and grinding around me. Ellie and Haley’s hands are everywhere, my chest, my hair, my neck.

And fucking Bella… she’s between my legs, her fingers closing around my cock over my jeans. She squeezes, once, twice and my hips jerk. My breath leaves my body in a sharp hiss.

She doesn’t stop. I’m not gonna make it. Every second is agony. Sweet, torturous heaven. I can’t hear shit except the thunder of the beat and the heat of her body pressed between my legs.

As the song winds toward the end, Ellie steps behind me. Her breath is hot against my ear. “You remember what to do?”

I nod as Ellie starts to untie the belt.

Bella takes a step back. I rise. The chair creaks as I stand, slow and predatory. Water pouring over my shoulders, the belt falling away, hitting the stage with a wet slap.

She keeps backing up, step by step, like a dare. My boots echo over the platform, stalking her in time with the rhythm.

I take one step forward.

She takes one step back.

The smirk on her lips grows, like she’s not scared, like she’s starving for me to catch her. The lights flare blood-red.

Her voice cuts through the air, “A LOVE GAME!”

That’s it. I lunge. She squeals as I grab her. My hands slide under her thighs as I hoist her up, legs locking around my waist like they fucking belong there.

She’s drenched, panting, laughing, and then I kiss her. No. I devour her. Mouths clashing. Tongues tangled. Her hands in my wet hair, tugging. My fingers grip her thighs so tight they’ll leave bruises. And she loves it.

The rain hits harder. Steam rises off our bodies. Her head drops back as I kiss down her throat, teeth scraping her skin, biting into the edge of her collarbone like a claim. She’s moaning in my arms for all of Wexley to see.

Ellie and Haley dance around us like sirens, spinning, flipping their hair, lost in the beat, but all I see is her.

The room explodes. The chant hits before Knox can even finish the damn announcement. “HOLLOW KINGS! HOLLOW KINGS!”

The floor shakes. The Catacombs roar. And I swear for a second, I forget I’m soaked, fucking hard, and on the verge of taking my girl on this stage in front of everyone.

Because all I can do is look.

Bella’s still in my arms, breathing heavy, smiling like she owns the fucking world. Ellie and Haley spin around us, glitter catching the lights like fire. The boys from The Row are banging on the rails, the Kings are chanting along with The Order, and Knox’s voice is drowned out by sound.

And I realize, they did this. This war that’s been boiling for years—Northvale vs. Wexley, Titans vs. Wolves, Hollow Kings vs. The fucking Order? These girls squashed it.

All of us… Rez. Callum. August. DeShawn. Knox. Chase. Me and Cade. We’re all here, together. The Trifecta didn’t just start a movement, they fused kingdoms.

I press my lips to her temple, still holding her like a lifeline. “Fuck, baby,” I whisper, voice rough with pride. “You realize you girls turned a rivalry into a reign?”

Knox’s voice rips through, still laughing from the chants. “How about tonight, y’all?!”

Three chairs are brought out to the end of the dance floor.

“Ladies,” Knox grins, “we need you to take your seats. So yeah, King Barinov… you’re gonna have to put her down.”

She looks at me with that wicked little smile, teeth on her bottom lip.

“This isn’t another Magic Mike thing, right?” I mutter as I set her down, reluctantly.

She just winks. The girls strut to their chairs and sit down.