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“No!” Oddly, we bark in unison.

Why? Why does my father not want Wren in Moscow?

For me, it’s obvious. I don’t trust him. He may have motives, and we have leverage, but the Devil is a capricious soul. If he ever had one.

I turn to Wren. “You’ll stay here, safe, with the other kings. And if anything happens to me. If our deal is broken...”

Holding my wife’s hand, I aim my glare at my father. The scars on my chest, burning. The child in my heart, guarding his mother and little brothers. The man I am today, vowing, “You’ll start a war for me.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

WREN

I reston Sire’s chest, tracing my fingertips over the ink hiding the burn scars on his pecs. I’ve memorized them.

“Did you really mean it? That I should start a war?”

“Yeah.” He holds me tighter, his voice low. “If I don’t come home with my nephew, tell Axel. Tell The Queen. Tell everyone. They’ll start a war for Lev and?—”

“But that means you’ll be…” I swallow, suddenly silenced, tears biting at my eyes. I know my husband. Sire will die for me, for his family.

He rolls on top of me, caressing my curls. Kissing me, it’s like he has no fear, only faith. “That means we’ll start our family before I leave.”

We just made love. It’s all Sire wanted to do when we got home. Hold me. Kiss me. Live inside me.Comeinside me. Even though he can be so dark and kinky, sex is sacred between us; sometimes he fights tears, too.

I want a family with him. Sireismy family. But he’s been making us wait.

Until now.

I know why, and it terrifies me. It conjures my ominousinstinct, making me plead, “Don’t. Don’t leave me. Please…” Tears blur my vision. “Let me go with you.”

“No. You’re my answered prayer, Wren.” He gazes down at me as if I’m his only treasure, pecking my lips. “I’ll do anything to protect you. So, I need the kings to keep you safe, because I don’t trust him. For some reason, Ruslan actually gives a shit about your safety, and?—”

“Because he wants to take our child … if we ever have one.”

A knowing grin crinkles the ink by his eyes. “That’ll never happen. My wife is a badass. No matter what, she’ll protect our child.”

I sniff, “Don’t say that as if you won’t be here, protecting us, too.”

“He will command His angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; they will?—”

“Donotquote the Bible to me when we’re talking Bratva bullshit.”

I cup his handsome, whiskered jaw with his hard, naked body over mine. He’s a feral distraction, but I’m serious. Tears leave, and my determination sets in.

“You will get me pregnant, Sire Rutledge, then give a kidney to the Devil, and bring your nephew home, and get me pregnant again. Five kids and fourteen grandkids; you can’t die until we’re surrounded by them. That’s our deal.”

“Fiveof my babies?” He smiles, letting his swelling erection answer, his knees forcing my thighs open. “Deal. We’ll have your IUD taken out tomorrow.”

My smile mirrors his, our emotions and bodies fused. I wriggle under him. “Shouldn’t you save your seed until then?”

He grabs my wrists, pinning them over my head, his gaze trapped by my stigmata tattoos before he locks eyes with mine. “I get so fucking hard for you, Wren, I have plenty of seed to pump inside you.” Pressing his swollen tip to my wetentrance, spilling from minutes before, he can feel it. It makes his eyes blaze. “Your pussy is so perfect, dripping with my cum. It wants more, doesn’t it? It wants my baby.”

“Yes.” I wrap my legs around his waist, getting wetter at how his ass cheeks flex beneath my feet, his obliques straining against my thighs. “Breed me, Pastor. I’ll be a good girl for you. I’ll stay full of your load forever.”

“Fuck, Wren.” He loses it, growling with a thrust inside me, making me cry out. “You want this dick, Angel? You want my cum?” He starts fucking me hard and not holding back, the friction against my clit forcing moans up my throat.

“Good girl,” he grunts. “That’s it. Take this dick. Let me fuck you and fill this tight pussy.”