I drum my fingers on the arm of my chair, slouching a little deeper, and consider the fact that this is a recurring thing.
It might be time to tell Mal I want the weekends off.
"Sir?"
I blink and look up. A submissive is standing a few feet from my dais, his head lowered respectfully.
He's blonde and his body is like something out of a damn dream, it's so perfect. There’s smooth skin for miles, muscles that ripple when he fucking breathes, and legs that would look damn good wrapped around my waist while I fucked him.
He's so pretty it's almost funny, and even if he won't look at me, he's ballsy—he approached me.
Most subs won't do that.
"What can I do for you?"
He sinks to his knees in one fluid move that's almost impressive. I wonder if Beast trained him—his submissives are always a little too good, too polished, and somehow still too damn bratty. I grin.
At least I'm not bored anymore.
"I was more interested in what I can do for you," he almost purrs, crawling forward on his knees, and my smile flickers.
"Does that actually work?" I ask, and he blinks up at me.
"Sir?"
"Oh, God, kid, don't do that." I roll my eyes and slouch a little lower in my chair, aware I've got about half the fucking club watching me and this damn kid on his damn knees. "Dude, I'm not interested. I mean, it's nice and you're very....pretty. I think you'd have fun playing with Wolf," I add, flicking a look at my brother. His blow job is apparently over because he's deserted his corner.
"But—"
I smile at him, trying hard to be nice. "I'm not interested, kid, but thanks."
He gives me the most adorable confused puppy look I've seen in a long time, and then rocks back to his feet, stumbling away with a frown on his face and a hurt set to his shoulders.
Dammit. I don't actually want to hurt these kids’ feelings when I send them away, but it’s just never gonna happen. I don't see the point in wasting their time or mine by playing the whole game, not anymore.
"Did you just make Flynn cry?" Beast says, grinning at me.
A few feet away, Beauty stands watching, cold and remote. I give her a brief nod before her dark brown gaze flicks away.
"I didn't make him cry. And if I did—I mean, come on, man." I flash a grin. "Crying is sorta part of the whole sub package, isn't it?"
He snorts and shifts, glancing back at Beauty. Something passes between them wordlessly before she nods and steps away, the leash abandoned and he sighs a little as he takes his place at my feet.
It feels familiar and comfortable, the way it always has, before he got mixed up with that crazy, quiet Domme and I went to work at Charming Pharm.
"How are you?" he asks, and I shrug.
"Things are good, man. I mean, it could be worse. I kinda hate the company, but my sisters know that and they're working with me—I don't have to be involved in the day to day, which is really good because that was a fucking nightmare.”
He laughs, and a big body leans against the chair. Wolf says, "If it was a nightmare for you, just think how much Rach and Bek must have liked it."
"Dude, I just watched you get your dick sucked," I bitch, "Don't talk about my sisters."
Wolf huffs a laugh, and I see him watching Beast, but for now he's keeping his mouth closed. Beast looks quietly peaceful, Beauty's leash wrapped around his wrist.
There's probably something I should say, to both of them, because God knows Beast isn't the only one with a clusterfuck of a personal relationship.
There are exceptions, though.
"Who was that pretty boy?" Celeste purrs, sauntering up to me. Her eyes are laughing as I flick a smile at her, and Beast shifts away just a little to make room at my feet for her.
I still him with a hand in his hair, a little too tight, holding him in place and he gives an almost imperceptible sigh as he relaxes back into his spot.
Celeste slips onto my knee.
She's in black leather pants today, and a blue corset, her hair--the familiar blonde again--pulled away from her face in that long curling mess that I love to wrap my hands in. She giggles when I do, tugging her head back and taking the kiss I want.
"I have no idea," I answer truthfully and she laughs, leaning back against me with a happy noise.
"You two are kinda gross," Wolf says dryly, and Celeste pouts prettily.
"Shut up, Wolf," Beast says, turning his head and pressing a quick kiss to Celeste's knee. "I like it."
She sighs and kicks a foot idly, her body stiffening just a little when I catch her collar with one finger and tug her around to kiss her hard and deep and hungry.
I like it too.
--
Every Kingdom has a king, and Mal—Mal is ours. He's cold and determined, and he holds us together.
But every kingdom has an heir, and if I am that, then Celeste is our queen—tart and defiant and so damn gorgeous it hurts sometimes.
And she’s mine.
She’s always mine.
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