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CHAPTER FORTY

VALE

If I thought I knew desire, I was wrong. We were strangers. At least, I’ve never met desire like this. One that finds me proudly obeying Nash.

Released from his controlling grip, I kneel on the sapphire bench, my back to our court, proudly assuming my position as a new queen.

Earlier in the bathroom, with Wren and Delphine waiting in the hall, I snuck a diamond butt plug in. Before I did it, I asked them if I should, and they nodded eagerly.

“Trust me,” Wren insisted. “If they initiate you as I asked them to initiate me, you’ll need it tonight.”

Pressing my cheek to the velvet, I pull my thong down, leaving it around my thighs before spreading myself open. It makes me so wet, being on royal display, showing how I belong to Nash … or skulls will crack.

He sees it now. “What’s in your ass?”

“Your jewel, my king,” I tease and…

Smack. “You dirty.” Smack. “Little.” Smack. “Naughty girl.”

His spanks are so sweet. My bedazzled ass stings with delight.

He steps in front of me, lifting my chin. “You want to choke on your king’s jewels?”

“Yes, my king. Please.” I stare into his wild eyes. I’ve never felt so beautiful, my tingling sex exposed to his brothers as Nash steps back and strips before me.

As a silent promise, he turns away, draping his discarded garments over the second queen’s throne.

My throne to earn tonight.

Turning to face me, lust rips my breath away at the sight of Nash. He’s nude, covered in ink and shredded muscles, his erection jutting hard and exposed for me, for his brothers and their queens to relish it, too.

I part my lips for his tip, peering up at him.

He pulls the gold combs from my hair, dropping them on the floor, my raven waves tumbling free before he sinks a hand into my strands, his other fisting the base of his cock.

Slapping his tip against my waiting lips, he demands, “Open those lips wider for me. Yes, stick that naughty tongue out, too. That’s it. Now, show them what a thirsty little girl you are for this cock.”

In one ruthless thrust, Nash claims my waiting mouth, choking my throat. I gape up at him, my eyes suddenly tearing, loving the beast fucking my face.

It makes my exposed pussy leak, my muscles clenching around the steel plug, thrilling my ass, too.

I love that he’s doing it like this.

Nash is proud of our lust. He’s not hiding it anymore. He’s going to fuck me like an animal because his brothers already know how long he’s loved me.

Tonight, he proves how much he’s wanted me, too.

Fisting my hair into a ponytail, he guides me, making me take as much of him as I can, my proud chokes filling the air. Then, lewdly, he taps my head, like he’s petting me, as he thrusts his thick cock into my mouth. “That’s it. Good girl. Suck it. Take it all the way, poison.”

I can’t. It’s impossible. He’s too long, but I try. I drool. I cry, moaning and wanting every inch of him, tasting his teasing, salty drops on my tongue that only drive me to gag on him.

Nash pulls out at my struggling sound, dragging out my spit and letting it drool from my lips. I weep and smile up at him before he guides me to turn around.

Fisting my hair as I kneel on the bench, Nash declares to his brothers, “This is my beautiful queen. She’s always belonged to me, and I’ll always choose her. Don’t touch her. You know I’ll kill for her.”

In a violent rip, he tears my thong off, tossing it at Axel, who barely grins.

“But you’ve known how much I love her, too, haven’t you?” He challenges them, and every head nods except Jace.

I want to cry tender tears at how long Nash has loved me, at all he’s done for me, at how long he’s waited for this, for us.

I can’t believe we’re finally here, but I keep searching Jace’s stare. It’s not angry, jealous, or lecherous. Jace’s erection is obvious. We arouse him, but I’ve known Jace for some time, too. I know … he’s doing this for Nash.

He’s not letting the beast inside him come out, too. That would be a bloody fight to the death over me, and Nash wouldn’t lose. Nash will kill for me.

So Jace finds the man inside him, the one who’ll keep his vow and protect his queens.

But Nash?

He’s here to claim me. He has to be a beast to initiate me. One whose overwhelming instinct is to fuck me for all to see his primacy and property.

It’s so primitive and barbaric. It’s so beautiful, too, how Nash gently turns me to face him. Wiping away my smeared mascara and tears, he asks, “Do you want to show them everything? Every way you’re mine?”

I answer with every cell in my body, “Yes, my king.”

With a smirk I didn’t expect, Nash unclasps my bra, letting it fall to the floor before he aims for his jacket on the second queen’s throne—my throne. Reaching into the inside pocket, he pulls out a small white box.

No way that’s an engagement ring.

Nash may be kinky, but he’s romantic, too. He’ll save that for later, and I’m right. Opening the box, he lifts three pairs of magnetic orbs.

Sneaky, sexy, dickhead. He’s been shopping in my store without me.

Pulling them apart, he orders, “Face your kings and queens.”

Proudly, I do. I’m nude except for my heels. Desire licks through me when I feel Nash’s erection, wet from my spit, pressing into my crevice.

“My queen likes to be a very dirty girl for me,” he taunts, reaching around, letting his hand hover over my breast before the pull of the magnetic balls snaps together, pinching my nipple so hard, I cry out.

“Don’t you love it, poison?”

“Yes,” I huff at the searing pain, edging into slick pleasure.

“Did you teach me about these? Do you know every kink that makes your king wild for you?”

“Yes,” I answer before the muffled click of Nash pinching my other nipple between magnetic orbs, pain ripping to my fingertips, pleasure rushing my core.

I’m fighting to stand at the explosion of sensations radiating from the sweetest torture while he turns my chin, seeking my kiss. I gasp into his mouth while he rubs the last cold, metal pair over my mound.

“Do you want this, my poison?” Lust owns his voice. “Do you want every pleasure I can give my queen?”

“Please,” I beg over his lips.

“I want those.” I hear Wren sigh to Sire.

“Same, mon amour,” Delphine tells Grant in her raspy accent.

“They feel great on your cock, too,” Zar adds.

The queens approve of the pleasure our kings give us. It makes me wonder about their initiations. Who is Zar’s second king? Who is Delphine’s? Who is the woman kneeling for Axel? And why is the seventh throne sitting empty?

But my logic won’t work. It’s too pummeled by the electric shocks of pleasure radiating from my throbbing nipples.

“Kneel, my queen.” Nash lifts my hand like a lady as he guides me.

My knees sink into the soft platform. Then, Nash gently pushes my head down, making my cheek rest on the black leather, my sex once again exposed to the others, but this time … he kneels, too.

Like he’s praying at my altar, Nash kisses my clit, over and over, letting all watch his maddening skill of eating my pussy like a starving animal, to the point I’m willing to die just like this. Nash rules my cunt with his wet, velvet tongue; his slurping sounds proud and potent.

I’m moaning, relishing how he proudly fucks me with his tongue, too. The approving sighs of the women in the room are audible before a sudden, searing pinch of my clit makes me scream.

He uses the last set of orbs on me, the stinging pinch blinding. I can’t breathe until he laves his tongue over the magnets and my clit, soothing its pain into the most excruciating pleasure.

My thighs shake. My lips, too. “Oh, my god. Nash, please. Let me come.”

“My queen needs to come?” He licks my clasped nub, nerves I didn’t know I had lighting up my center. Tugging at my butt plug, too, he makes me groan, desperate and wild for him. I feel my pussy dripping over his lapping tongue. My body is clenching tight, ready to explode in release. “ Does my queen want to come with my cock in her ass?”

“Yes,” I beg. “Please.”

But then he abandons me, leaving me panting before I realize he’s lifting the bench. Its top half opens, revealing it’s a lid— clever, Bratva brothers. From the hidden storage, he gets a condom and some lube before he returns, standing behind me.

“Say it again, my queen.” Reverently, his warm fingertips linger down my spine. “Say what you want me to do to you in front of my brothers.”

Jeez, don’t make me say it.

That was in the heat of pornographic passion. Yes, I want it, but Nash making me confess it to everyone makes me suddenly and ridiculously shy.

“Please,” I beg. “Please just do it.”

“No, my queen.” Nash lifts me by the throat, pulling my ear to his lips. “Always say what you demand of your king, and say it proud. You’re mine, and you’re powerful. Your desire knows no shame with us. We worship it. You have my love forever, Vale, so demand what you want from me.”

Lusciously, he slaps my pinched breasts, sending fiery shocks to my clit; the white-hot thrill making the command storm over my lips, “Fuck my ass, Nash. Now.”

Oh, my god, I said it.

Oh, my goddess, thank you; he does it.

Bending me back into my prone position, he rolls a condom on before shamelessly pouring lube over my sex. Gently, he tugs my plug out, his fingertips tickling my clit while he does it. I almost come at the salacious sensations, at the gaping ache before Nash rises to fill it slowly.

Oh.

My.

King.

I moan at his burning entry, at the exposed position he puts us in, our backsides and feral union on display for all.

It’s primal and proud how Nash mounts me, crouching over my hips and grabbing them. His hulking legs squat, straddling me while he claims what’s his alone. Slowly, he drives his sheathed, lubed cock inside, burying himself to the hilt in my most vulnerable place, my heart and body trusting him, taking him.

“Who’s ass is this?” he groans.

“Yours, my king.” I reach for his hands, bruising my hips.

With no shame and urged on by my moans, Nash fucks me like an animal. My cunt aches and drips, pulsing empty and loving this while he dominates my ass.

“Dear God.” I hear Sire praise our performance.

“He’s always wanted her,” Nick marvels.

Grant agrees, “Hell, yes, he has.”

“She needs to come like that,” Axel commands. “If she doesn’t like it, stop.”

“No, I love it. I love Nash,” I argue. I demand, “Don’t stop. I want it. I want him like this.”

“Show them,” Nash strains, lifting my hips and thrusting harder. “Show them you belong to me. That you’re my good girl who comes with my cock in your ass.”

“Yes, Mr. Allen.” I reach between my legs, rubbing my pinched clit, and taking us there. “Yes, Daddy, fill my ass with your cum.”

“Goddammit, Vale.” He spanks me. When I talk like that, I make him come, but he doesn’t want to yet. He wants this for me. “Show them how you’ve always been mine.”

I was. I am. Strumming my clit so hard, I come, letting his brothers watch as only Nash can make me do it. My thighs quake. My stinging nipples rub against the leather, adding to my convulsions, to my shattering, orgasmic screams.

The ache for him in my empty cunt is almost painful; the pleasure he gives me divine. The taboo thrill of it all, of tonight and forever letting his brothers watch him mark me as his. “Nash,” I sigh. “I love it. I love you.”

“Yes.” Zar’s approving drawl fills the room. “Treat her like the beautiful queen she is.”

“Come here, baby.” Carefully, Nash pulls out before lifting my shaking body and wrapping his arms around me until I catch my breath. “You okay?” he asks tenderly.

“More than,” I answer. “Finish serving me now.”

He grips my chin, turning my lips to find his, and I feel his smile in our deep kiss. I feel him let go of me with one arm before the snap of him tugging his condom off tells me he’s not done.

With my back to his chest, he turns us around to kneel, facing the others. He wedges my legs apart enough for all to watch him surge inside my waiting cunt, for him to fill what only he can. Only Nash claims the most tender places inside me.

Thrusting into me, he does it slowly, his fingertips playing with my keening clit, his other hand not letting go of my neck; my new Monroe piercing barely stings while his lips won’t let go of our kiss, either.

Nash always fucks me like this; with so much passion and possession, the world falls away. It’s only us, and it’s all I feel now. Him. Me. My sweet, panting shudder at the next orgasm he gives me before he finally gives me his.

Before he proudly makes me his queen for all to see.