“My kings only call me to solve their woman problems. What is yours?”
I sigh, watching steam billow from my shower. “I think I have a date, but it’s not really, and I don’t know what to wear.”
“Tu es adorable.” She laughs, all raspy. “Simple. Wear a shirt with buttons.”
I scan my closet. “Don’t have one.”
“Merde. I give you a shirt every Christmas.”
“Thank you, and they’re in a closet at Sire’s.” I reveal. “I don’t have shit here.”
“Fine. Then, who is she?”
Fuck, Delphine can’t know about Alena either. Delphine is one of our queens. We trust her with our truth, but keeping a taboo secret from another kingandmy mom? I can’t do that to her.
“I met her at a coffee shop,” I lie.
“And you were dressed like a tree? For killing animals, yes?”
I laugh. Delphine hates American fashion, particularly camo. “Maybe.”
“And she did not run away, screaming, no?”
“No, she invited me over for steaks.”
“Ah,” she notes. “Then wear an undershirt and denim.”
“You mean a T-shirt and jeans?”
“Ouais. You have a nice belt?”
“Does a gun holster count?”
“My young lion,” she chides, “I have trained you better. You know how to please a woman, yes? The only gun we want is the one in the pants, not strapped to it.”
I guess I know.
From eighteen until twenty-two, I got by on blowjobs. Girls would kneel before me, trying to stretch their mouthsaround my dick, and it was so good until I closed my eyes. Then suddenly, I’d fantasize it was Alena’s lips on my dick and bust a nut right there.
But I felt guilty desiring Alena, so I tried with other girls. Like they could suck the sin out of me. Still, I was too afraid to fuck them. Too scared I’d imagine Alena the whole time.
The one girl I wasn’t supposed to want.
It worked until I was twenty-two, when my brother Grant fell in love with Delphine. It was clear she’d be his wife and queen, but Delphine needed a second king, and she chose me. Given how alpha my brothers are, it made sense. I was the youngest, the lesser threat to Grant.
But, fuck, I freaked out.
I got drunk and told him I was still a virgin, worried my older brothers would laugh at me during our ritual. It’d be the first time I had sex, and I didn’t know how to fuck, so Grant protected me.
He asked Delphine, a former sex worker, to teach me everything, and for months, she did. Like a pro. It wasn’t love; it was an erotic education.
I didn’t imagine Alena. I was too focused on not coming, on learning how to dominate and please a partner. By the time Delphine was initiated, my mastery skills were obvious.
As my second queen, I’ll kill for Delphine. I care for her. She was patient and kind to me. I realized how you can feel but not fall; fuck but not love.
Afterward, I fucked around for a few years with different women but gave up. It was futile.
Nothing felt like the hurricane of emotions I got that day on the beach, watching Alena rescue that boy. It’s how I feel around her now. Like Alena’s the eye of my storm. My center. I can’t resist this pull to her anymore.
