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Twenty-Five

At The Gate

T hey are in the room when I get back, and they are all quiet as I walk in. I prop my hands on my hips. They all smile at me innocently, but I’m not buying it. “Okay, cut the shit. What have you been up to?”

Just then, the door opens and Dray strolls in. “Soulmate, I have what you requested,” he announces dramatically, placing the jacket on the sofa for me to inspect.

I grin as I look it over. It’s perfect, and I hope Piper will love it. I carefully fold it and place it on the table to give it to her before she leaves on that run. It’s a good luck gift, and also to welcome her as my right-hand woman.

“I still want to know what you fuckers have been up to.” I narrow my eyes on them and swing from them to Dray. “Are you in on this?”

He just winks, that bastard.

“It’s nothing bad, baby cakes,” Drax offers sweetly.

I turn my glare on him, but he just grins wider.

“ Mi Alma , it’s not. I promise,” Maxen soothes.

“Then tell me,” I demand, crossing my arms.

“No, it’s a surprise. You are going to have to trust us,” he retorts, the fucking asshole. Because now if I ask, I look like I don’t.

“I do trust you…I’m just curious,” I hedge.

“Nope, it’s a surprise, Angel. You will just have to be patient,” Jax states finally.

“Fuck, I hate being patient.” I groan. “Fine, you owe me.”

“I think we can come to a deal,” he growls hungrily.

All eyes swing my way, and Thorn laughs. They watch me with lust as Maxen gets to his feet. I point my finger at them. “No, you are being secretive, you don’t get my pussy.”

“Really?” Drax asks, stepping closer and licking his lips. “I bet I could convince you with my tongue inside you.”

Oh, that’s not fair. Dray joins in, circling me. So what is a girl to do when faced with five, horny men? She grabs her sword. I press it under Dray’s chin and tilt his head back. “Tell me and I’ll fuck you.”

“Soulmate, cut me and I’ll fuck you,” he promises.

“I only have one vagina, put your cocks away,” I order.

“But you have a mouth, an ass, and two hands,” Drax reasons, circling me.

His warm breath blows across my ear as his hand strokes down my side.

“Plus, Thorn has had you today. I’ve missed you, baby, missed that pretty little mouth around my cock and watching my brothers take that pussy of yours. Watching you give yourself to us.”

My panties are wet and my pussy is pulsing, even as I fight it. I don’t even know why, other than I feel like I’m turning into a sex crazed woman. One look, and I’m theirs.

Jax’s eyes are dark as he drops to his knees before me and rolls them up submissively. “Make it hurt, Angel. Ride me, use me, do whatever the hell you want to me… I might even let it slip what the surprise is,” he teases, knowing he already has me hooked.

Maxen is standing there watching it all with a smirk on his lips as he pulls down his hair while I watch. He knows I love it around his shoulders, love fisting it as he fucks me.

“I’m supposed to be resting,” I protest, but it’s weak, even to my own ears. I tilt my head to give Drax better access as I still hold Dray with the sword, but now he’s rubbing himself over his jeans as a bubble of blood forms at the tip of the blade, where he is pushing against it.

I hesitate, unsure what to do, when I decide fuck it, and just go with it.

I drop the sword, and they are on me in a second.

Hands and lips trace across my body, so many I can’t tell who is who.

There’s a pinch of pain as my shirt is ripped away, and then lips wrap around both nipples.

My jeans and boots are stripped off. All the while, I stare at Maxen, whose eyes remain locked on mine as I pant and shake, my body overloaded with all of my husbands’ attentions at once.

Maxen stares, watching me, protecting me like always so I can be weak.

Someone’s fingers drag along my pussy, and another set of hands push my thighs wider as a mouth suckles my clit.

More hands drag down my back. I close my eyes and give myself over to it, focusing on the pleasure from their hands and mouths.

There’s a sharp bite of teeth on my shoulder, which makes me groan and jerk, pressing my pussy harder against whoever is touching me.

Hands slide around me from behind, cupping my other breast and squeezing hard, and a cock presses to my ass and I whimper, unsure where to hold onto.

I open my eyes and glance down. Drax is paying attention to my breast, Jax is on his knees still, his lips around my clit and eyes locked on me.

Thorn’s fingers are inside me, which means Dray is behind me.

“Is she ready for me?” Maxen calls.

“She’s wet as hell, aren’t you, baby girl? I think she likes all of us worshipping her,” Thorn comments.

There’s a knock at the door, and I ignore it, reaching down and cupping Drax’s head, but it comes again, more insistent.

With a growl, I rip away, grab my sword, and open the door.

I glare at the man on the other side. I must look crazy, naked, and wild with a bloodied sword.

His eyes widen before he slams them shut.

“My queen—I’m—fuck, I’m sorry!” he rushes out. “I wouldn’t have disturbed you if it wasn’t important.”

“What is it? And talk fast,” I demand.

“There is… There are people at the gate. I can’t even explain, you have to come and see.”

I slam the door in his face. Fuming, I slip into my clothes. Great, now I’m going to have blue balls. “Later, Mi Alma . For now, you have duties,” Maxen soothes, obviously reading my face.

I rip open the door again and storm past the man, my men in tow. When I get downstairs and out in the open, men are rushing to the gate. Even at the late hour, most are awake and security is on patrol. I shouldn’t be mad…but fucking hell, that was going to be amazing.

It doesn’t take me long to wind through The Ring.

When I reach the gate, I freeze. On the other side are women.

Lots of women, some tough looking, some younger, some children.

I step through the gate as one moves forward.

She has a cut down her face, the scar jagged through her lip and eyebrow.

She is beautiful in a terrifying way. Her body is all muscle, and she has a gun at her hip, her body encased in dark clothing.

“Worth?” she asks in a deep voice.

I nod, looking at them. “That’s me. Can I ask why you are at my gate in the middle of the night?”

She smiles slightly, and I don’t know which is scarier.

“I am Mother and these are my people. We have lived on the move across The Wastes for years…but rumours have been getting louder and louder about a slave queen, one freeing The North of its tyranny, and then we heard the announcement. She has made it a nation with no slavery or killing or raping. We took a vote, we had to see if it was true. Is it?” she demands.

“It is. I killed those who opposed it. No one will ever be hunted in The Wastes again…unless they themselves have committed a crime.” I ra ise my chin. A murmur goes up through the amassed women. It’s hard to tell in the dark, but it looks like there is around thirty of them.

“Good, we want to join you. We have been searching for a home for so long, somewhere safe to raise our children. Our men died or were bastards. We stayed alive by sheer will and hiding. We are tired of that, and we want a permanent place. We want safety for our children, can you guarantee that?”

I step forward. “I vow it on my blade, if you wish to come in, to stay, you are welcome. No one will touch you, or I will rip them apart myself.” I look at the men gathered behind me, all hardened warriors, scary. “Isn’t that right, men?”

“Too fucking right!” one person shouts.

Others join in, and I look back at the woman, Mother. “So, Mother?” I ask with a smile. “Do you want a drink?”

“I would love one, Worth.” She steps forward, holding out her hand. I shake it with a grin.

“Call me Taz,” I offer, and it feels right on my tongue.

“Then call me Clarissa.”

I look to the women behind her, most scared as the children hide between their legs, and peace settles within me. I made the right choice. There are already changes occurring. Women are coming forward to create a life and a community, because they now feel safe under my new laws.

The North is changing, the world is rebuilding.