Page 106 of Sire

“What if you tell Axel now? About Katya and his kid?”

“No.” Sire gets that look, the one that takes heads. “That’s my fatherandSheremetev on our shores. But they’re not touching us? It’s off, and I’m not risking anyone until I know why.”

I rest my head on his pounding chest. I can’t make this go away right now, so I hold him until his breath calms.

“Alright, then,” I sigh. “There’s no one to poison or shoot today, so I meant it—let’s have some fun.”

I seek his kiss, and he gives it, slowly, softly, deeply, until it’s heating and his hands cup my ass.

“Let’s have afuck.” He presses into me. “My wife was a badass today. Damn, woman. Quit stealing my breath. I won’t have any left.”

“Mmm,” I hum into our kiss. “Wanna tell me what Redix and Daniel saw in Atlanta?”

“Jesus, Jesus.” He kisses my neck.

“Tellme.”

His lips steam over my shoulder. “Seems they saw me with others.”

“You mean, they saw youbreeding?”

“Yes. Sometimes I’d breed people in the middle of the club. They’d ask me to.”

He’s getting hard for me, I’m getting wet, and I know what we need.

“Sounds like the men liked watching you, and Silasreallyenjoyed hearingabout it.”

He unbuttons my jeans, focused on me. “Lots of people liked watching me fuck.”

I cup his erection, biting his lip. “Iwant to watch you fuck.”

He chases my kiss. “Then find us a mirror.”

“No, we find ourselves on a superyacht with three men who want you to fuck them.” Sire’s breath deepens. He’s not denying my observation. “They made it obvious, and I want you to do it.”

“Fuck, Wren. Don’t tease me.” He plunges his hand into my panties, but I grab his wrist.

“I’m not teasing. I mean it.” I search his eyes. “You’re giving me my fantasies. You’re making me go slow with the kings, and I’ll be initiated soon, so let me givemyking what he needs, too.”

His gaze deepens. “I needyou. I need my wife.”

I touch his cheek. “And I need you, too. But they want you, and it’s okay if you want them. I know you love me, and this is how much I love you. I’m not threatened by you being with men. In fact…” My teeth grab my bottom lip, “I want to share it with you.”

I’ve thought about this for months. Sire knows it’s my fantasy, for me, for him,for us.

When I married him, vowing to love him, I meantallof him.

Sire loves me; he craves me. I feel it. But he shouldn’t have to deny his other desires. I know he has them. Sometimes, when he’s inside me, fucking me into oblivion and multiple orgasms, if I whisper our fantasy in his ear, he comes.

Wecome.

I love embracing every part of him, even if he’s willing to give it up for me; I don’t want him to.

With panting breath, he shakes his head. “We’re not even sure if it’s what they want.”

“Is it whatyouwant?”

“Fuck,” he mutters. “This is why I fell in love with you, Wren. You met the worst side of me first. I told you my darkest secrets, and you said we’d fall in love … and we did. I loveyou.”