I want to be so bad for Loch because his love is so damn good.
“Oh god.” I shake. “Oh god, Loch, I’m coming.”
“Do it, Alena,” he growls. “Show them how much you love me.”
It’s Loch’s words, his kiss, his touch, his love, his lewd control; it breaks me with a gushing explosion. White fire and sweet convulsions rip down through me, the immense pressure released, the pulsing unstoppable, the pleasure blinding.
“Holy fuck.” Someone sighs, praising my desire, splattering the floor, the proud puddle I make.
But I’m lost in Loch’s groaning kiss, his tongue twisting with mine until I find my breath again, my mind again. Until he whispers over our panting lips, “I love you, Alena. Please, don’t ever forget me.”
What? Tears bite at my eyes as I open them. “Loch, I love you. Always. I promise. Why would you say?—”
“Okay, my queen.” But he draws in a breath, as if he let himself slip into an emotion not meant for tonight, before heexhales, shifting his focus. “You sure you want him to join us now?”
Heavy and sated, I angle back, searching his questioning stare.
Loch’s never been with a man, but he likes pleasing them online, and he loves me. When I ride him, I get him to confess what he’s curious about. It turns me on because I want to pleasure him too.
“Yes, Sir.” I sigh into our kiss. “I want to share everything with you. Always.”
Without breaking our stare, like a kinky king, Loch orders, “Harry, come here.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
LOCH
This is Alena’s test,but it’s also mine.
My love for her is unquestionable, unflinching, undying, as I’ve vowed.
And when she found out that I’ve always had this curiosity. While she was riding me. While I was deep inside her. We both came so fucking hard, confessing it.
It’s not powerful, not scratching in my veins like my desire for Alena.
It’s more of a question I’ll answer with her.
Only her.
I don’t want anything if it’s not with her.
Turning her stare toward Harry, rising six foot six like me, Alena focuses on his approach while I nod at Delphine and Grant.
They promised to keep this a secret for me, to do this for Alena. For me. Delphine, in particular.
Funny, to the kings, Alena’s a princess. But to Delphine, she wants her to be my queen as much as I do.
After Wren’s test, in this very same room, I finally told Delphine about Alena, asking for her help, as usual.
“Ouais, my big little lion.” She pecked my cheek. “Of course, I knew about her.”
“You did?” I was shocked.
She flitted her hand. “You have said her name when you ejaculate.” I didn’t doubt that it slipped. Alena’s always on my mind. “She is meant to be yours, no? Like La Belle et la Bête. Please, make her your queen.”
The Beauty and the Beast; it is a French tale, and I guess I could see it. More like we’re seven beauties with seven beasts, but no doubt, Alena is my beauty.
Once Delphine was on board, Grant followed. He knows who his queen is.
