Page 68 of Sire

“But I don’t know Zar.”

“You will soon, I’m sure.”

“Where was he tonight? And everyone else?”

“Grant and Delphine took Nick and Zar out to celebrate. Probably to my mom’s club, while the shit hit the fan with the rest of my brothers.”

“So, yourmom’sinvolved with the initiations?”

The disgust on her face matches the urge I have to puke.

“Oh, hell, no. Never. She leaves that for us. She just insists that all queens are honored, so she bakes a Korovai for the initiation.”

“What’s that?”

“Russian wedding bread.”

Her eyes widen. Each word, a shock to her system. “Your mom. Bakes bread. For your.Orgy?”

Fuck, she makes me laugh, and goddamn, I need it. “It’s not anorgy. It’s a… Well…” I falter, remembering what happened tonight and not wanting to lie.

“Come on.” Her shoulders sag. “What can you tell me about the initiations?”

I cup her cheek, stroking my thumb over her soft skin. “They’re a lot like a wedding. First, the king makes his vow to his queen. Then, they consummate their union. Next, the second king makes his vow to honor their new union and to protect the queen before they consummate their shared bond.”

Wren smirks, believing in that like flying unicorns. “You mean … you fuck, and then have a threesome in front of the other kings and queens?”

“Yes. They bear witness.”

“Is that all theybare?”

I tongue my teeth. “Often, they bare more.”

“So…” Holy hell, the way Wren’s eyes look aroused by this stirs Dick. And here I thought he’d be exhausted. “Are only the first and second kings involved in initiating the queen?”

I squeeze her hips, loving the handfuls I get with her, loving the images I’m gettingwithher. “We give our queen whatever she or he demands.”

“How many queens are there?”

“Right now? Two. Delphine and Zar, and if you want, you’re next.”

“If Iwant?” She chuckles, amazed. “I haven’t even tasted the first flavor yet, which is you, and now you’re telling me there are seven flavors? And you’ll let me try them all?”

I stare into her topaz eyes, andoh fuck…

Here comes the storm.

Arousal and anger whip inside me like the winds forming a tornado. The hottest thoughts of the most taboo pleasures I can give Wren collide with the cold reality that she’s just begun … and it makes me want to destroy something.

I’ve enjoyed years of kinky sex, indulging my darkest desires, while Wren hasn’t even been opened. She hasn’t explored all she’ll crave, and as a man who craved breeding women and men, I know what’s fair. She should have an equal chance.

But tell that to my heart.

I’m a deviant devil who wants a godly marriage with her.

I crave dirty things with my pure woman.

I want all to see my claim, but I only want to do it with her.