“No, thank fuck. It was my first time, and I made Delphine proud. It was her initiation and my graduation.”
I nod, waiting for jealousy to lash through me, but it doesn’t. “So that’s where you get it from. Your Pleasure Dom kink.” Instead, I remember all the time Loch’s spent between my thighs, and me, losing count of my gushing orgasms. “I guess I should thank her.”
“You’re not jealous?”
“It was before me. I had a first too.”
I inhale, ready to tell him, but he interjects, “There’s more.”
“Oh my god.” I throw my chin up, squirming. “What now?”
“It’s just…” He shifts beneath me, distracted, huffing. “Fuck, Babygirl, when you straddle me with these hips, all I want to do is fuck you hard and make a hundred babies.”
I drop my stare, meeting his, my heart swooning. “Don’t tease me.”
“Goddamn, I’m not. Me and you, fucking in the woods and making a dozen babies to fill our log cabin in the mountains. Fuck yes, it’s my dream with you. Just let me finish.”
“Is that what Delphine said?”
He laughs. And so do I.
I don’t understand this complicated flood of emotions, but at least we’re sharing them. We’re talking and hiding nothing.
“Yeah, sort of, because every queen has been initiated,” hecontinues. “Delphine. Ruby. Wren. Zar.” My eyes widen, and he nods. “He’s Nick’s future husband, so we love him, too.”
“Did you?—”
“No.” He shakes his head. “Delphine’s initiation was the first and last I was, um, carnally involved in.”
“So that means?” I wince. “Oh god, that means my dad and Vale and…”
Quick, hand me a paper towel to wipe the mental image away.
“Yeah, you need to talk to the queens, and decide if…” He pauses beneath me, eyes heating, his voice husky as his dick hardens. “If you want to be my queen, Alena.”
It blurts from my mouth. “Am I not already?”
Why? Because it feels natural, complete.
I’m Loch’s.
But he trails his thumb over my bottom lip. Teasing. Coaxing. Reminding me of my training. I suck it as he slowly pumps it into my mouth.
My nipples tighten as he urges, “Not like you deserve to feel with us, Alena. It’s a powerful bond. Yes, we’ve tested our kink with others, but it’s not like the kings and queens together.”
I flinch, and he reads my mind, assuring me. “Of course, never with Nash around, but I’ve always felt left out, watching the queens relish their initiations. They felt so much pleasure, but it was fucking painful for me, wishing you were on your throne beside me.”
I’m flooded with questions, with arousal. “So, how would we…?”
“I don’t know,” he says. “But if we talk about it, we’ll find a way. You’ve always been off-limits. Like our little princess, but you’re not anymore. You’re grown and badass, and as strong as the other queens. I want you to know them like I know them and?—”
“But wait.” My stomach fists, logic returning. “That means I’d choose a second king.”
“We can figure it out,” he reasons. “Most are already claimed, and Nick’s not available for a woman, but A?—”
“Loch, I need to tell you something.”
He opens his mouth, but I rush out, “And don’t interrupt me this time, please, because…” My lips suddenly tremble. “This is hard to tell you.”
