Page 112 of Sire

You think you love someone, then they accept you even more, and you fall deeper, harder, and forever.

All the times I’ve done this before, with dozens watching me, I’ve never had the eyes of the one I love wanting to see me.

All of me.

Accepting me.

That’s me with Wren. She asked Eily to arrange this.

We’re in a lavish room, the ship’s parlor, with a wall of windows to the night ocean outside. Crescent-shaped ivory and onyx sofas circle the space. A tufted leatherplatform stands at its center. Lights glow. Music lulls. Sex toys, lubes, condoms, and more are on every table.

This is obviously where The Six play their games, and tonight, I’m the winner.

And my prize is my stunning wife.

She kneels, naked, near the edge of the low platform, her cheek pressed to the leather, her luscious ass in the air.

I lick my lips, my dick jutting hard at the sight presented to me. “You’re such a bad girl, wanting to watch me breed tonight, aren’t you?”

I sit behind her, lingering my fingers over her pussy lips, spreading them to see what’s glistening and mine, and she gasps, “Yes, Pastor.”

I smear her slick arousal up to her little puckered ass. “Is this what my wife wants? To watch her pastor breed men before I breed her?”

“Yes.” Wren trembles. “Please, my lord.”

We talked about this an hour ago. Wren’s boundaries and mine. The men’s desires and their wives’ demands.

Granted, it wasn’t the usual dinner-table chat, but I don’t fuck around when I fuck. Because once I’m possessed, lust owns me, and it’s like stopping gravity.

You can’t.

I even had a conversation with Nash and Axel in Axel’s stateroom. They know the limits tonight—mine and theirs. But they want Wren to be my queen. They know how long I’ve been waiting for a love like ours.

Maybe I’m too protective of her.

I’m definitely too possessive.

Because one day, this will be real. Choking back tears, I’ll come inside Wren, unprotected. Praying to get her pregnant.

The reason why I won’t start a family with her yet … is why I’m determined to fuck so hard now.

It’s my kink. My wiring. My rage and dominance. Myurges and anger. I need to put this fury I feel into something else until I’m free of this hell with my father.

I want the peaceful family with Wren that I never had. None of my brothers had it, and that’s why we fight so hard for it now. That’s why we bond.

And it’s definitely why I need to breed.

Grabbing a bottle of lube, I prepare the anal plug for Wren. I packed this toy, hoping I’d use it in our bed tonight. Circling it over her tightest hole, I relish how all get to see it now. “You want this, Angel?”

“Yes,” she sighs.

“Hold your cheeks open and show everyone how I’ve trained my virgin. How my sweet bride has learned to love a naughty pony plug in her ass so she’ll be ready to take my hard dick.”

Moans lift my glance from Wren to the naked women sprawled over the ivory sofa.

They’re clearly enjoying this already. Cade kneels, moaning and eating Charlie’s pussy. With one hand, Charlie’s pinching her own nipple, while her other reaches, slowly fingering Eily’s pussy beside her. Their lust-filled eyes are watching me prepare my wife’s ass before I fuck their husbands’ asses, too.

My gaze shifts to Axel and Nash, sitting on the onyx sofa opposite them. They have secret loves, I know, but they have eyes, too. The sight of hot, naked women eating pussy and getting each other off makes them very hard.