The miners continued their work, barely pausing in their ministrations. Harry let out a whoop of laughter. “Thought you might enjoy the show, Your Highness!”
Jacob smiled, his gaze locked on Shay. She reached out towards him, her hand outstretched.
“Join us,” she invited, her voice a breathless whisper. “Don’t be shy.”
He hesitated for only a moment, then walked towards her, his movements deliberate and unhurried. He knelt beside the rug, his eyes never leaving hers.
“I trust you know what you’re doing?” he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
She grinned. “Absolutely.”
He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “Very well then. I have to admit the sight of you like this brings feelings I’ve never known before, but I think I want to be a part of this with you.”
He reached down and unbuttoned his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He was already hard and Shay took a break from licking Drew to bring Jacob’s cock into her mouth. Soon his body was lost in the tangle of limbs. The rhythm of the room changed, becoming more frenzied, more chaotic. Jacob was surprisingly adept, his movements confident and powerful.
She came again, a searing wave of pleasure washing over her. This time, it was different. She felt a sense of freedom she’d never experienced before, a liberation from all the expectationsand constraints that had defined her life. She felt powerful, desirable, in control.
One by one, the men around her reached their own climaxes, their bodies shuddering with release. Groans of pleasure filled the chamber, mingling with the crackling of the fire.
Finally, they all lay exhausted, a sweaty, tangled mess. Jacob was on top of her, his chest heaving, his gaze filled with an intense satisfaction.
“You handle them well,” he breathed.
“Someone has to,” she joked, smiling against his lips.
They lay there for a long moment, basking in the afterglow of their shared pleasure. It wasn’t a perfect fairy tale ending, but it washerending. A messy, complicated, gloriously indulgent ending. And for the first time, Shay felt truly, unequivocally free.
The fire dimmed, embers pulsing like slow heartbeats in the cooling dark. Outside, the wind picked up, rattling the iron hinges of the chamber door, but none of them moved. Limbs remained entwined, breaths syncing in the silence that followed the storm.
Shay closed her eyes, Jacob’s weight anchoring her to the earth, and smiled. She had spent her life being claimed—by duty, by blood, by throne. Now, she took. And it was enough.
