I reach for Loch’s hand. “Yes, my Queen.” Warmth tumbles through me when he squeezes it.
“Good then.” She smiles. “No one so much as sneezes without my permission. We stay together, and we lie low, and…”
She wraps her arm around the waist of her new boy toy.
Well, not a boy.
His name is Roman, and he’s tall, dark, inked, and hella handsome. It’s actually amusing how he unnerves the kings. Like they want zombie brains, dead to the fact that their mom is an infamous Dominatrix, and Roman’s proudly wearing her collar.
I think it’s about time Nadine gets her boyfriend freakon, but it makes Loch cringe when his mom commands, “Don’t knock on my moaning door unless your hair is on fire.”
The queens bite their smirking lips.
The kings roll their lethal eyes.
I’m beginning to realize the recipe of our group is hazardous with a dash of humor and a fistful of hot sex.
It’s the only way to survive.
It leavesme full of questions on our flight back.
The kings gather in the back rows of First Class, murmuring about murder. My interest is piqued, but my kitty has other plans.
I switch seats with my dad and settle beside Vale, leaning over. “So, who’s your second king?”
“Oh, thank God, Loch finally told you,” Vale gushes, grabbing my hand. “I’ve been dying to.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t.”
“Girl”—she lowers her brows—“if you understood the vows the queens take, you’d understand why our lips are sealed.” She bats her lashes. “Around a huge cock or three.”
“Oh my god, Vale.” I toss my stare up, looking for an EJECT button.
She laughs. “I’m kidding!” She whispers, “No, I’m not.”
“Alright, I don’t want details about my dad.Ever.Just tell me enough so I can decide if I want to be initiated too.”
“Decide?” she scoffs. “The decision’s made when I tell you they’ll dick you down any way you want. Like tore up from the floor up, and you’ll love it.”
“Vale.” I snort. “I’m serious.”
“Alena, look at those men.” She gestures, three rows back. “Those are six serious sacks we’re talking about.”
Six?
I glance over my shoulder, grasping it, all the tats and muscles, how the only one missing is Sire, before I whirl back. “And one is my dad. Can we not talk abouthis sack, please?”
“Okay, okay. Seriously?” Her tone softens. “I don’t have the words for it, but it’s powerful. Beautiful. The bond with your king, of course. But with all of them. And the queens. Like, not only do we have the best time together, just laughing. Of course, the kings will kill for you. But it’s sweet how, when I’m on my period, Jace buys me chocolate, and Nash tequila.”
A delicious sensation whips through me. “So,Jaceis your second king?”
She bites her lip, nodding.
“And you and Jace”—cue vomit—“oh, and my dad. Never mind. Don’t tell me.”
She grins. “A queen decides what she wants for her initiation. It’s all cunt pleasure and consent. Just tell Loch, and he’ll make it happen. Though sometimes, we go off script.”
“Off script?”
