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“Oops, honest mistake, didn’t mean to hit your boob, shit, fuck!” she cries out as I headbutt her. She stumbles back, and I sweep my leg, but she jumps it, eyes narrowed.

There are no more words, which is surprising from her.

She manages to land a few punches, one solid one to my injured shoulder, which makes me grunt, but good for her.

She spotted my weakness and wasn’t afraid to use it.

I kick her stomach and bring my knee up to her face, but I lessen the blow so it doesn’t break her nose.

She falls forward, so I grab her shoulders, spin her, and wrap my arm around her neck and throw us down, encircling her waist with my legs. I hold her as she bucks and fights, until eventually, she taps out. I roll away and get to my feet, looking down at her.

She lies there panting and groaning. I lower my hand to her, and she stares at it. “Fuck, you’re good. Is it weird I’m wet from that?”

I laugh as she claps my hand, and I pull her to her feet and step back. “You’re good, Piper. Keep practicing, and one day, you’ll even be able to hand me my ass.”

She perks up at that. “You think?”

“I know it,” I reply, and look at her men. “Go enjoy your loser’s prize. Meet me later before the evening meal, I have things to talk about.”

I turn away and run to the wall, throwing myself up it. Thorn reaches down and hauls me over the edge, keeping me in his arms when I get up there. “Fucking hell, just when I think I can’t love you more…” His eyes are soft as he brushes my hair from my face. “Baby girl, you’re a goddamn miracle.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” I murmur, leaning into him.

“You did that to show everyone not to come after her. You almost let her win, and you did it for her to give her more confidence. Baby girl, you are a queen through and through, and I’m so lucky to be at your side, getting to watch you lead and save our world.”

He drops to his knees before me, grabbing my hand and placing a kiss on it as those smouldering eyes roll up to meet mine.

“If I could, I would ask you to marry me all over again, but instead, I’ll ask this. Tazanna Worth, will you stay married to me forever? Even when I’m dumb, and even when I make you angry, will you stay? Will you be my queen?”

That motherfucker. I fight back my tears as I stare down at him.

“Always,” I murmur.

I hear others whoop as he jumps to his feet and lifts me, swinging me in a circle. I laugh as our lips meet hungrily, and he groans, squeezing my ass as he rips his mouth away.

“I need you, right now,” I tell him.

“Yes, my queen, your needs are my orders.” He grins and turns away and rushes to the closest building.

I hear the whistles and comments of those gathered, but I don’t give a fuck.

Thorn storms through the corridor of the main building and steps into the closest room.

He kicks open the door as I kiss his neck and slams it behind us, pressing me against it.

I grunt at the sudden impact, but he swallows the sound, his lips crashing to mine.

This isn’t my sweet lover, this is Thorn, the man who fucked me like an animal after not seeing me in The Cities. This is my husband, my warrior. I dig my nails into his shoulders, kicking his ass to get him going.

He grunts into my mouth before yanking down my shirt and bra. His fingers find my nipple and flick, twist, and tease until I’m gasping into his mouth. I bite at his lip. “More,” I demand.

He pulls away from the door and stumbles across the carpeted floor.

It’s dim in here, since the window is covered in cardboard, but the holes let fragments of light through, enough to see by as he throws me onto the closest table.

It creaks but holds, and he sweeps everything from the top.

It all falls to the floor with a loud crash, but we are too busy seeking each other out again.

His lips are on mine as his hand dives into my trousers and panties, finding my wetness there. I gasp as he slips two fingers inside me, his thick digits making me lift my hips to fuck myself on them as he swallows all my needy sounds.

“Baby girl.” He flicks my clit with his thumb before he pulls it free.

I pant, watching as he steps back, rips off his shirt, and unfastens his jeans, freeing his hard cock.

He’s a masterpiece, all hard muscle under his glistening onyx skin.

Those hungry eyes remain locked on me as I pull off my own shirt and toss it away.

My bra soon follows, and he grabs my boots and throws them over his shoulder before stripping me of my jeans and panties, leaving me bare before him.

His tongue runs along his lips as he looks over my body. “Every time I think you can’t be as beautiful as I remember, you’re better. You drive me crazy.”

Grabbing one of my legs, he presses my foot to his chest where I can feel the pounding of his heart as he kisses along my thigh and across my pussy. Soft, featherlight kisses. Thorn is the biggest of all my men, so he can’t just slam into me as much as we both want him to.

His tongue darts out and licks along my pussy. I drag my foot up and hang it over his shoulder, then grip his hair and drag him closer as he chuckles. His fingers dive back into my pussy as he licks and sucks me. I grab my breasts, rolling and twisting my nipples as I fuck myself onto his face.

I can’t help but cry out as I come, grinding against his tongue and fingers. He kisses and licks me through it then lifts his head, those dark eyes almost feral. His fingers grip my thighs as we watch each other, caught in a trap together. The world outside fades away.

“I bet you’re still too tight for my cock, aren’t you, baby girl?” He grins. “I guess I could help with that… Tell me, have you ever fucked a sword?

I blink, unsure what he means as he grabs one of my swords, the one without the skull on the top, and presses it to my pussy, making me groan.

“It’s smaller than me,” he murmurs almost casually, “but should stretch your tight little pussy nicely, and if you’re good, I’ll even let you come on it before I fuck you. ”

“Fucking hell,” I groan, dropping back to the table.

I can’t help but just breathe as he slowly pushes the handle of the sword inside me.

It has slightly raised bumps that have me moaning as they drag along my walls.

At first, he slowly pulls it out before pushing it back in, twisting as he goes, but when I lift my legs onto the table and raise my hips to fuck it more, he groans and speeds up.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, this is so wrong, but it feels so amazing.

The handle hits that spot inside me, and when his mouth comes down on my breasts, attacking them ferociously, his teeth and tongue wrapping around them, twisting and flicking, I feel myself almost coming again.

“Thorn,” I whimper. “Fuck, I’m s-so close,” I pant, my eyes squeezed closed.

He grips my chin. “Eyes open. I want to look into them while you come, and when you are coming down, I’m going to slam my cock inside you. I’m going to fuck you so roughly, they will think I am murdering you in here with the noises you will be making.”

Fuck. Me.

His filthy words send me over the edge. I come around the sword with a scream, and he pins me down as I do.

I try to keep my eyes on his as, with an almost mean smile, he yanks the sword free of my pulsing pussy.

Then he’s there, ripping open my thighs and pressing his cock to my entrance, and between one blink of my eyes and the next, he slams inside me.

The edge of pain has me arching away from the wood with a snarl and ripping my nails down his chest. He groans and starts to move, fucking me hard and fast like he promised.

I wrap my legs around him as I sit up, the new angle making him hit even deeper inside me.

His hands go to my hips and pull me to the edge of the table before he growls and turns, slamming me into the nearest wall.

I use him as leverage to ride him, meeting his thrusts.

Our eyes are locked together, our breaths mingling.

The rough loud slap of our bodies, our moans and groans, do sound like we are fighting.

He slams me into the wall with a grunt, dropping me onto his cock harder and faster, both of us fighting our release.

Our bodies come together like two lost puzzle pieces.

I hear laughter as people walk past, but I don’t care. They could walk in and I wouldn’t even make him stop, that’s how lost in him I am. Only my men make me like this, make me forget everything but them. Make me drop my guard until I’m just a woman fucking the man she loves.

Our foreheads press together, our lips touching as his hips stutter.

He fights to keep the same rhythm, but when I purposely squeeze his cock, he roars and just fucks me relentlessly with hard, quick thrusts.

His huge cock borders on the edge of pain, but that makes it all the better, and with one more twist of his hips, I come with a scream.

My eyes close. He yells his own release and stills as I feel him fill me. His head is pressed to my shoulder as we both shudder and rest against the wall. I wrap my arms around him and hang on as our hearts race in sync, our bodies sweaty and satisfied.

“I love you,” I pant.

“I love you too, baby girl,” he whispers, kissing my shoulder. “Now and forever. Let’s get you dressed and fed before you go kick some more ass.”

“Too fucking right. You know the way to a girl’s heart.” I laugh.

“Only yours, Taz, only ever yours,” he vows.

I eat, but I don’t see the others. It makes me wonder what they are up to.

I’ll torture it out of them later, but for now, Thorn is right.

I have queenly duties to take care of. There will be concerns on what this means for the future, and I have to listen to disputes and settle them as well as reassure those who are worried.