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He tries to warn me, but I try anyway because …he’s mine.

I hold what I can of him in my mouth and squeeze his shaft while I sneak my finger to his ass, teasing it, and he explodes.

He doesn’t even roar or shout. He violently jerks, grunting and forcing his eyes to lock on mine while his eyelids flutter and his dick pulses against my lips. I moan at him filling my mouth, all creamy and salty, until I can’t take any more. I pull back and let some spill over my lips.

“Don’t swallow,” he barely speaks. “You don’t have to swallow.”

But I do. I let him watch me do it before I lick my lips. “I’m yours, Sire.”

He pants, catching his breath, “Fuck yes, you are, Wren. Forever. Now, lie back.”

I fall back on his bed, and he quickly drops to his knees, ripping my soaked panties to the side. I don’t protest or resist. I let him feast on what belongs to him.

Sucking my hard clit, he moans into my pussy. I’m so wet and aroused by sucking him off, it won’t take me long. I want to come for him, too.

I fist my hands in his hair like he taught me to, and I’m so close. I’m shaking … but then there’s a knock on the door.

“Bro.” It’s Nash. “You’re going to be late.”

“Come in,” Sire commands. “Come in and see why I don’t give a damn if I’m late.”

I’m too shocked, then suddenly, aroused. I don’t object when Nash opens the door. I hear it and close my eyes with a moan.

“I’m eating her sweet virgin pussy before I go anywhere,”Sire taunts, then licks my exposed clit. “She just sucked her first cock,my cock. Didn’t you, Angel? Weren’t you such a good girl for me that you swallowed my cum?”

“Yes,” I pant.

“It made her really fucking wet and a sweet slut for me; aren’t you, my angel?”

“Yes, Pastor.” My thighs shake.

“Show another king how much you like it, how I’m teaching you to come for me.” With a wicked flutter, his tongue assaults my clit, and I cry out. “That’s it, Wren. You can’t be shy around us. You’ll be our queen, too. You’ll learn to come for us.Allof us.”

I’ve never known this depth of lust, but I want to drown in it. I’m loving it.

Gently, Sire sucks my clit again, and I writhe at the sensation, the taboo. I know Nash is watching us, and like Sire can read my mind, he insists, “Open your eyes, Angel. Look at Nash. Look at another king, while I eat your pussy, and then look at me, and come foryourking.”

I turn my head, my dazed focus finding Nash. While I stare at him, witnessing the lust in his eyes, I feel Sire’s lips sucking my clit. Sire’s naked and eating my soaking pussy in front of Nash, and I convulse.

I struggle to look at Sire next, and when I do, when I meet his devilish eyes gazing at me from between my legs while another man watches him make me come, and I do it with a back-breaking scream.

I lose my mind and minutes to my orgasm until I’m huffing for breath, and opening my eyes, realizing that Nash has left and Sire is braced over me, waiting until I find my focus.

Tenderly, deeply, he kisses me. I taste my cum on his tongue, and he must taste his in my mouth, too.

“You, Wren,” he sighs. “You’ll be my wife and the queenwe initiate next.” I open my mouth to speak, but his kiss stops me. “Don’t answer me, yet. Just wait up for me tonight, because I’m always coming home to you, I promise.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

WREN

Pouringkettle corn into a big bowl, there’s no way around this, so I might as well ask Nash, “Has Sire ever watchedyouhave sex?”

“Well, shit.” Nash half-chokes, half-laughs. “Sire’s right. You’re damn cute, and have no filter, and yeah, he has.”

Sire left an hour ago. So, I took a shower, slid into the white pajama set Nadine bought me, twisted my wet hair into a bun, and refused to be embarrassed about what happened.

It was too hot, too intimate to care, and now … I’m curious.