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I giggle. “No, you can’t. I know how to make you come.”

“Don’t.” He hoists me higher. “Don’t until you’re done. This is for you. What do you want?”

“You.”

He smirks, licking his lips. “Naughty girl.” He thrusts his generous cock. The man could be a porn star, I swear. “You got me in your ass, so who else do you want in this pussy? Enjoy it now, because no fucking way do they get you after your initiation.”

My initiation.

This already feels like it. But it’s not. There will be a ceremony. I’ll receive my…

My second king?

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

WREN

I kissSire before answering him because it’s notwhoI want, butwhatI want. I want to make this work for everyone.

“Nash?”

I search for him in the red-lit room, finding him sitting beside Axel on the leather sofa. Their suits, black. Their legs, spread. Their dicks, hard. I can’t blame them.

Grant is fucking Delphine on a sofa right beside them. Zar’s face is buried in Nick’s lap. He’s sucking Nick’s cock. Their brother looks lost in ecstasy.

So does Loch. His hard cock is out, along with his phone. He’s jerking off and making a video for Alena. Is that their kink? OnlyFans would be so proud.

Maybe.

But I was right.

It’s an orgy.Though Nash looks worried, his brows bend while his dick soars under his pants.

“Nash,” I beckon him again, hoping he can read my eyes in the red room.

Trust me. Please. Because I trust you.

No one else notices Nash hesitate. No one else knows he’s torn between duty and love. But I do. I feel it, what Sire said I would…

The bonds.

The vows.

The love.

The way Loch honored meandAlena. The way Jace needed me, because he can’t be with who he wants. The way Grant knew what to do for me, and Delphine helped.

Commitment. Love. Lives. It’s like what Eily said about her life with The Six. It’s way more than sex.

Nash stands between my open legs. He’s a man with a pulse and a desire for pussy. Of course, his cock is hard … and huge.

But he’s in love with someone else.

Like me, Nash was a foster kid. He had no family until he met Sire’s. He knows how I feel. Family, love, and loyalty mean everything to us.

Maybe I’ll always fear I’ll lose Sire. Maybe my premonition is wrong. It’s a childhood wound, not a warning.

But if I lose Sire, my soul, Nash will be there, guarding my shattered pieces.