Page 159 of Claim Me

Nolan follows him in. “Not sure what we’re talking about, but if it’s about my obsession with Fallon, I lurked outside on your balcony every night for months.”

I gape at all of them, torn between shock at their admissions and having some choice comments about eavesdropping.

Fallon? Issy asks, reminding me that I left her hanging.

Uh, you win,I tell her without bothering to elaborate. But I don’t know if these guys are going to let me visit you for a week without them…

I can almost hear Issy smiling as she replies,I suspected as much. Just promise to visit soon.

I will.

Love you,Issy says.

Love you, too.

Now stop talking to me and go enjoy your happily-ever-after. You deserve it.

You deserve one, too,I whisper back to her.

Issy doesn’t answer, maybe because she doesn’t agree.

Too bad. One day, she’ll find her soul mate. Maybe even more than one. I mean, I did. And if anyone has earned happiness, it’s Issy.

“There’s that look again,” Nox says, his gaze narrowing.

I give him a small smile. “I’m just thinking about Issy and how she deserves to be happy.”

“You deserve to be happy, too,” Kaspian says as he joins us on the bed. “In fact, I think you should let us all worship you as you were intended to be worshipped,Queen Fallon.”

I shake my head. “I’m never going to get used to that.”

“You will,” he promises me as Bane and Nolan settle on the mattress with us. “We’ll help you.”

My eyebrow lifts. “Yeah? How?”

“By reminding you every day that you’reourqueen.” He leans in to nuzzle my throat. “Hmm, here, I’ll start.” He moves his lips to my ear. “How would you like us to please you,Your Majesty?”

My lips twitch. “I don’t know,Your Majesty. How would you like to please me?”

“Oh, I can answer that,” Nolan says, his hands going to my thighs and prying them apart.

I’m still wearing my dress from the announcement earlier, the silky fabric covering me all the way to my ankles. Not that he minds. His palms are already creeping up beneath the skirt, his expression positively wicked.

“I believe it’s my turn to make you sing,” he murmurs. “So spread your thighs for me, sweet canary. And let me serve you, my queen…”

The End