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“So…sugar tits is queen, right? But there are five of us, and we definitely ain’t kings, so are we consorts? Her royal harem?” Drax muses from the floor, my feet resting on his thigh where he cups them lovingly.

“Really?” Jax sighs.

“I’m a king,” Dray points out smugly from his position under me, his head resting on my shoulder.

“You’re a kinky fuck, but I don’t know about king,” Thorn mutters from my left, making Maxen laugh on my right.

“He has you there.” I snigger, and Dray nips at my neck.

“And you love it, soulmate. It has her screaming so loud—”

They all groan and shift. “Stop, we are trying to be good, and now I’ve got a raging hard-on,” Drax grumbles.

“What about that time we had her bent over—” Thorn starts.

Fuck, this is going downhill fast, and I know it will end up with me filled with cocks…which wouldn’t be a bad thing, but I’m trying to be good to let my body heal. I do hesitate for a moment, debating it before opening my mouth.

“I’m hungry,” I tell them, and they all move so fast, I don’t even have time to blink before they are up and ready and pulling me to my feet .

“Why didn’t you say so, Mi Alma ?” Maxen chastises as he pulls me to the door. “Dinner should be cooking in the dining room. Come on, Evan can check you over to make sure everything is okay.”

“And clear her for rough kinky sex. I am feeling mighty left out,” Dray mutters as he grabs my hand and twines his fingers with me. “Ahhh, but the image of all the blood does keep me going.”

“I know,” Thorn snaps. “I found him wanking in the bathroom this morning muttering about it. It was creepy.”

Sighing, I leave them to compare and talk about dicks, even though we all know I have the biggest metaphorical dick in the room.

When we reach the dining room, everyone hushes and chairs scrape as they stand. I wave them back down, and they eventually sit, and the noise starts back up again. Teasing, laughing, dares, and bets. It’s loud, and I smile at the memories this room holds.

Jax slips his hand into my other one, and I wink over at him, knowing he is remembering how he followed me from this exact room before I put him on his knees for the first time.

Winding through the tables, Jax pulls me to sit at a big one that’s partially empty.

When they see me coming, the people sitting there stand and run away, leaving it for us.

Swinging my leg over, I sit down on the bench with Jax next to me.

Dray takes the other side, and a few moments later, Maxen, Thorn, and Drax come back with trays of food.

They place them down before grabbing some water for the table.

I dive in instantly, so fucking hungry. I blame the healing.

I devour my food, uncaring what anyone thinks.

I might be a queen, but I’m still a Berserker and we are animals.

When I’m done, I sip my water and look around, meeting those prying eyes that are watching us. Even during the end of the world, my relationship is uncommon. People tend to have a lot of partners, but not committed ones. Marriage is also really uncommon, and I am clearly wearing rings.

I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks. These men are mine until the end of time. I found happiness, it just happens to be split between five people. Love is love. As long as everyone is happy, why does it matter how or who it is with?

I give them my dead, cold eyes until they look away, making me smirk. I still fucking got it. When I look back at my men, they are watching me with knowing eyes, and I wink. “Sometimes, you have to remind them who’s boss.”

Dray leans in. “Remind me anytime, soulmate…with knives, whips, guns…whatever takes your fancy.”

Pushing him away with a smirk, I join in on their conversations, loving how easily they all fit together, even Dray, whom I was worried about, but Thorn seems close to him and Maxen is accepting him. Drax teases the shit out of Dray, and Jax just smiles silently.

My back itches, though, from the curious eyes, and old habits die hard.

No one would dare attack us here in my own home, but I spent years watching my own back, protecting myself from handsy assholes and people who would kill me in a blink.

It makes me hunch over a bit, my hand straying to my knives on my legs. Queen or not, I won’t ever be soft.

I’ve lived a hard life filled with blood and death. I will always be the person who kills first and asks questions later. If you come at me or mine, you are as good as dead.

It doesn’t matter if the room is filled with friendlies, Berserkers, or my people, the only time I will ever really relax is behind closed doors with my men, and I have grown to accept that.

Dray feels it, and his hand strokes up my thigh and presses down on my knives there. “They attack you, they have five men to get through first.”

“They attack me, and I will kill them, but I’m not growing soft and getting myself killed,” I retort. I don’t need protecting, never did, just someone to stand with me.

He chuckles in my ear as he leans in and licks the lobe. “But I want to make them bleed for you, to see you watching me as I rip them apart for daring to come at my queen.”

Fuck, I shiver from the threat in his voice, from the hard way he holds my leg down. From the raw fucking violence always held just below the skin, like a bomb waiting to explode.

“Are you wet from the thought? I bet you are… When you are healed, I have a plan, soulmate, one I haven’t stopped thinking of since I first met you.”

“What’s that?” I murmur, lifting my eyes to meet Maxen’s across from me. His gaze is heating up as he watches me, knowing I’m getting turned on by whatever Dray is saying.

“It’s a secret for now, but it will be bloody, and afterwards, I plan on fucking you senseless while we both are covered in it.

” He nips at my ear, making me gasp quietly, but my men hear it though, and they all stop talking to focus on me.

Their eyes darken, their bodies straighten, and they become the predators I know.

And my pleasure is the prey.

I narrow my eyes on them. “Don’t,” I warn.

“You remember that night outside of here? Where your man was feasting on your pussy, and I was watching and stroking my cock?” Dray murmurs. “I do, I still remember the way you arched into his mouth, the way you screamed for him, the way I came so fucking hard I could barely walk. ”

Jax leans into my other side, kissing my neck. “I remember. I didn’t know what to do. You taught me, showed me exactly how you liked to be licked…tasted, fucked.”

Sands below, are they trying to kill me?

I shuffle in my seat, trying to ease the ache forming between my thighs.

My pussy pulses as I recall how Jax’s tongue felt lapping me and the stark, hungry innocence in his eyes as I made him mine.

Claiming him. And when I met Dray’s eyes, I had only become wetter. I came hard, knowing he was watching.

Dray’s hand traces higher on my thigh, and he yanks my leg open.

Jax grabs my other thigh and pulls it towards him as I see the flash of Dray’s blade before the flat of it is pressed against my pussy through my jeans, hard.

I push myself into it, unable to help myself, even with all these eyes on us.

“I dream about it sometimes, the first moment I tasted you. I knew I was yours then and there,” Jax murmurs.

My eyes run across Maxen, Thorn, and Drax, who are watching me with a smirk. Their gazes trail down my body possessively, the way someone can when they have seen every inch of you. Tasted you, fucked you.

I should order them to stop, but I don’t.

They have been on their best behaviour all day, barely touching me beyond massaging and shit, so I’m feeling needy as hell.

Flashbacks of the hard way they took me in The Cities fills my head, as do all the ways they fucked me and have yet to fuck me.

I’m almost panting now, rocking into the blade.

“If I cut your pants right now and slid my blade and fingers against your pussy, I’m betting you would be wet.

You would drip for me even more if I fucked you on my blade, making you bleed and scream at the same time, wouldn’t you, soulmate?

You love it when I take you to that edge, push you harder than anyone.

When I make it so dangerous, we both might die, but wouldn’t it be worth it? ”

“You need to stop,” I say, but my voice is breathless, and we both know I don’t mean it.

I love it when Dray and I fight, when we fuck like animals and explore just how far we can take pain before it become torture.

Some might say that’s fucked up, that my past probably messed me up, but I don’t care, I love our pleasure.

“Why? You love it, Angel. Can you imagine getting fucked by Dray from behind while you take it out on me… Those nails digging into my chest as you ride me, your blood dripping down our bodies,” Jax murmurs.

Dear fucking God.

I almost come from their words alone, and I am amazingly wet right now, and they know it. Fuck, everyone in here probably knows it.

Just then, Evan appears, and he doesn’t seem to notice my flustered, wet as hell horny state. “I came to check on your wounds. ”

They all laugh, and I flip them off. “I hate you all,” I mutter.

Evan looks between us in confusion. “Wait, what did I miss?”

“Oh, just them being jerks.” I spin in my seat. “Come on, Doc, leave the assholes to it.” Standing, I lead him out and into the closest room, flicking on a light and hopping onto a table as I lift my shirt and lean back.

He steps closer and peels away the bandage, sighing. “Worth…what did I tell you?”

“I have been taking it easy. I haven’t killed anybody or had an orgy.” I shrug.

“You have ripped a stitch—again,” he mutters. “Wait…that’s what you call taking it easy?”

“Pretty much.” I nod.

“Just when I think you can’t get crazier,” he mumbles as he drops his bag and sorts the stitch before cleaning and redressing the wound. Once he’s done, I drop my shirt and watch as he puts his equipment away.

“How’s Piper? She sobered up?” I grin.

His cheeks heat, and I laugh. “She jumped me.” He sighs, lifting his head as if in pain. “I couldn’t—fuck, I couldn’t do it when she was that drunk, so we put her to bed, but she kept stripping to entice us so we, erm…” He scrubs the back of his head. “We had to tie her up.”

I manage to keep a straight face for a whole minute before I burst into laughter. “You had to tie up your girlfriend so you couldn’t have sex?”

He glares at me. “Yes, okay?”

I howl, I can’t help it. I laugh so hard, I’m pretty sure a little bit of pee comes out. When I can finally breathe again, I am hunched over. “Oh God, I needed that today, thank you.”

“I’m glad my blue balls cause you pleasure,” he mutters.

“They really do.” I nod before sobering and glancing at him. “Doc?”

“Yeah?” he questions, frowning at my serious tone.

“I’m burying Vas tomorrow… Will you stand with me? You were his friend, you were one of the last people to be with him.” I swallow. “He deserves it, he deserves to be remembered.”

He nods solemnly. “He was a great man, he loved you.”

“He did, and it got him killed,” I mutter before jumping up. “Tomorrow in the morning, once the others arrive.”

He stands with his bag in hisgrip and rests his hand on my shoulder in a friendly way. “He died for what he believed in, Worth, for you. Not because he loved you, though, because he loved you in spite of it.”

He turns away and the door opens, and Drax pops his head in with a grin. “Good, you haven’t left. So we all want to know if she is cleared enough that we can fuck her?”

I groan and cover my eyes as Drax wiggles his eyebrows. “You know, drop some pipe…give it to her real good?” He opens the door more and thrusts into his waiting hands, humming under his breath.

Doc looks back at me with a pained expression. “Why? Why do I always make friends with the crazy ones?”

“He’s serious.” I nod, rolling my lips to hide my smile.

With an exasperated sigh, Evan looks back at Drax. “I guess, but easy, no…fuck, I don’t know, no rough weird stuff. Who knows what you guys are into.”

“Got it, keep the freaky stuff for later.” Drax winks before turning to the hallway. “We can fuck her if we do it all soft and sweet like she’s a lady,” he calls loudly.

Sands below, I’m going to kill them all.