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  “Might I inquire why you didn’t want to be part of his pack?”

  If the young wolf has commitment issues, I struggle to understand why he would have the Protector bond within him in the first place. Only those sure of their complete devotion can pledge allegiance to a queen—or any royal, for that matter. One is either in this wholeheartedly or not at all. No in between can exist. But while a large part of me feels unsure of Elliot’s commitments, I do hope the queen chooses him as her Protector. He’s exactly the kind of boy Violet enjoyed taking to her bed, and we would fuck him from dusk until dawn. My cock jolts at the fond memories filling my mind.

  Not only that, Elliot does indeed possess skill. He’s fast. Agile. Silent. He spotted the assassin long before Kaleo or I did. That’s a skill worth using to aid in ensuring our queen’s safety.

  To think Violet had almost been poisoned…if not for this boy…

  The omega visibly tenses beside me. “I left because he and his pack weren’t something I could follow. I didn’t wanna be a part of his drug lord shit.”

  “Ah,” I say, nodding. “That makes more sense.”

  “What do you mean?” He turns to me, and again his heart races.

  I wet my lips before taking another drink. “Your loyalty doesn’t lie with those who bring harm,” I assert. “I respect that. You want to be with those who do good in our world, like our queen.”

  He ponders for a moment. “I promised myself I’d never get tied down with another pack. Or group. Whatever the hell this is.”

  “And yet here you are.”

  He averts his gaze, his eyes suddenly drawn toward the door. I can smell Violet’s scent in the hallway leading up to our private room. The door opens and Violet enters with Kaleo at her side. Just like myself, they have changed into fresh clothing, and our queen looks positively radiant in her silk dress. I devour the sight of her curvaceous body, and I grin at Elliot’s sharp inhale at Violet’s confident strut toward us, her eyes latched onto him like a hungry wolf. She glides by the leather furniture, circles around the table where I ordered refreshments and champagne to be laid out, and prowls over to the sofas.

  The private room is full of countless fuck benches, swings, suspension bars, and cages that have been freshly cleaned. An assortment of bondage equipment dangles on the main wall behind me. I deliberately chose this room in preparation of the queen’s decision regarding Elliot. I figured she could do with a distraction after the kitsune.

  Elliot rises to his feet and holds his breath, his face slowly turning purple.

  Violet stops in front of him and lifts her lips into a smirk. “Elliot, you look like you’re about to burst. You can breathe, you know?”

  The omega lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. His eyes travel up Violet’s body, and when they land on her cleavage, he blushes and looks away. “Sorry!”

  Violet trails a lazy finger down Elliot’s chest. “You’re an omega, aren’t you?”

  He lowers his gaze and fixes his eyes on the floor. Kaleo busies himself with the spanking implements. I sit up straighter, eager to see what Violet has in store for Elliot.

  “Yes,” Elliot mumbles, refusing to look up. “I’m sorry, Your Majesty.”

  “What are you apologizing for?” Violet gently unbuttons his checkered shirt.

  “I’m nothing special.” He gives a half shrug. “I’m bottom of the food chain. You should accept someone who’s stronger than me. Better than me. I really shouldn’t be here.”

  Violet’s fingers pause on the last button. With her free hand, she cups the side of Elliot’s face and forces his gaze up to meet hers. “I think you’re perfect the way you are,” she says, then kisses him on the lips. “I think you’re worthy to be my Protector.” A kiss on his cheek. “I think you’re worthy to be loved.” Another on his forehead. “To be a part of my family.” She pulls back and gazes into the omega’s eyes, searching for something. “I want you at my side, Elliot. I want you to help me take back my throne. Will you do that as my Protector?”

  There’s a strained moment of silence between us. I can hear Elliot’s heart pounding, see his chest visibly heaving and his hands balling into fists. Kaleo pauses, his back to us, and cocks his head in our direction. Violet just stands there, willing to wait for his answer.

  “I… I want to,” Elliot whispers, finally looking into Violet’s eyes. “I just don’t feel good enough.”

  Violet shakes her head and pops the last button. Removing his shirt, she tells him, “This has nothing to do with being good enough. It has to do with loyalty. Devotion. Consent. Take your pants off for me, Elliot.”

  After a moment of hesitation, Elliot unbuttons his pants and pulls them off, his hands trembling. His sneakers and socks swiftly follow, leaving him in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, his pale, creamy skin glowing in the dim lights. His lean body is not without definition, particularly around his arms and toned stomach. He’s an athletic little wolf, and the impressive cock hardening in his underwear? A delightful surprise.

  “If you want to be part of this family, you’ll have to obey my rules.” She nods over to me. “Ronan is the alpha of my Protectors. Regardless of how many I take, I will love each of you in equal measure, but you must respect your alpha as you would me. You’ll submit to him the old way but only if you are absolutely comfortable with doing so, and most of all, give consent. I won’t ever force anyone to be part of this. The choice lies entirely with the Protector. Should you agree to this, you’ll always be honest with me, about everything. Those are my only rules. Do you still want to become my Protector, Elliot?”

  I keep my eyes on the boy, selfishly hoping he will agree. I can smell his trepidation, but I can also smell his arousal cloying the air, and it’s enough to make my mouth water.

  The omega inside Elliot wants to be claimed. He wants to worship and protect our queen. He wants to be fucked into submission, too, much to my pleasure.

  “I understand,” he says, swallowing hard. “I want to serve you. I want to become your Protector, Your Majesty.”

  Violet chuckles at him. “No need for formalities here. You can call me Mistress,” she adds with a wink and runs both hands down Elliot’s lean body. She cups his bulge and rolls her palm over his sensitive flesh. Elliot’s breath hitches. “Mmm. Already so hard for your queen. I’m going to give you my blood, omega. I’m also going to fuck you until the sun rises. But first”—she turns to Kaleo, who hands her a leather spanking paddle—“I’m going to punish you.”

  “P…punish me?” Elliot repeats, squirming and pushing his cock into Violet’s hand.

  “For the prank you pulled on me earlier.” Violet pulls back and points to the leather frame on the middle of the floor. “I want you to drape yourself over that bench. Face down.”

  I remain seated and watch Elliot tread over to the fuck bench. He eyes the furniture quizzically before prostrating himself over the leather padding. He lifts his arms and legs into the adjustable pads and waits.

  Violet walks over to him and runs her fingers down his spine. She turns to me, grinning. “Secure his arms and legs.”

  Elliot tilts his head at her. “What are you going to—”

  “Shhh,” Violet hushes, running a finger down Elliot’s thigh. “You’ll enjoy this, omega. But if you don’t…” She lifts her hand and spanks him on the ass. “Just say the color red.”

  “Y…yes, Mistress.”

  “And remember I’m all about consent.” She spares Kaleo a quick glance. “Tell me, omega, do you enjoy other men fucking you?”

  A delectable blush rushes down the omega’s body. “Well, I…”

  “He had a boyfriend,” I answer for him, smirking at the boy. I want to shove my cock into him while devouring my queen’s blood. I cannot think of a greater pleasure than maintaining my position as her alpha and also fucking her Protectors into submission.

  “Is that true?” Violet asks, tickling Elliot’s shoulder.

  “He… he was an asshole, but yeah
, I’m bisexual. Please, Your… Mistress.”

  Violet pulls her fingers away. “Please what?”

  There’s a pause as Elliot wiggles his hips. I suspect he’s rubbing his cock against the bench to alleviate his discomfort. Poor little wolf. That’s what he gets for upsetting our queen. I’ve lost count of the number of times Violet’s tormented me like this.

  Violet nods to me, her eyes burning with desire. She’s in full Domme mode now, and I fucking love it. I gently pull the straps over the boy’s ankles and wrists. This takes me back to so many fond memories. I secure the boy and step back to admire my work. Kaleo prowls around Elliot and pauses at his head. Violet gives him a curt nod. He unzips his pants and withdraws his gigantic, hard cock, positioning himself in front of Elliot’s face.

  Violet swings a leg over Elliot’s waist and straddles him. “You’ll take your lashings until I feel you’ve earned your queen’s forgiveness,” she says, running the flat side of the paddle over Elliot’s tight ass. “And you’ll take Kaleo’s cock until he cums into your mouth. Is that understood, omega?”

  Elliot holds his breath. The smell of his cock, slick with precum, permeates the room along with Kaleo’s, and his heart pounds in my ears. Violet and I exchange a smirk as she swings her arm down and spanks Elliot with the paddle.

  “Yes, Mistress!”

  Violet chuckles. “Good boy. Now, let’s begin your punishment, shall we?”

  She lifts her arm to strike, and at that exact moment, Kaleo rubs his cock around Elliot’s plump lips and pushes into the wet hole. Elliot moans as he swallows the cock, and fuck, watching Kaleo thrust into Elliot’s sweet mouth while Violet beats his ass…

  I lean forward and seize Violet’s lips in a hungry, passionate kiss. She lets her arm fall again as her tongue forces entry into my mouth. Spank. I rub my hands up her arms and over her tits, tweaking her nipples. Spank. Her moan sends a shiver down my spine, and she swats Elliot twice more. The omega’s muffled cries are like music to my ears.

  Violet pulls back, leaving me ravenous for more. She flips the paddle in her hand and swats Elliot on both cheeks. “Do you like Kaleo fucking your mouth with his big fat cock, Elliot?”

  A growl escapes both Kaleo and me.

  I cup Violet’s breasts and lick her nipples through the thin material. She throws her head back, her hips rocking against Elliot, and buries her hand into my hair.

  Elliot muffles an unintelligible reply. His attempt at speech is soon lost to Kaleo’s vigorous deep-throating. “What a fucking tongue he has,” Kaleo grunts out, his hands blanching in Elliot’s hair. “Fuck me, he’s good.”

  “Oh, I plan on fucking you,” Violet teases, craning her neck to wink at him. “Once I fuck our little omega. Would you like that, hmm?” She traces the paddle down Elliot’s spine. Another blush spreads over his neck, and he nods.

  I grab a nipple between my teeth and bite down. Violet swirls around and spanks Elliot again, her moan echoing with the sound of leather smacking against delectable flesh.

  “You’re such a devil, Ronan!”

  I flick my tongue over the hardened nub and stare up at her. I do not say what I want to though, because it’s no longer my decision whether or not I get to fuck Violet first. I get the impression she senses what plagues my mind, for suddenly she relaxes her hand on the paddle and smiles at me. She smooths a hand over Elliot’s raw ass.

  “Well done, Elliot. You’re taking your punishment so well.”

  Kaleo pulls out from Elliot’s mouth, leaving a string of saliva hanging between his cock and Elliot’s lips.

  Elliot, panting, tilts his head to the side. “Please…please can I… can you…?”

  The three of us pause and stare at him—his heated cheeks, his swollen lips, and the tears building in his gorgeous sapphire eyes.

  The sight of him is downright fucking erotic.

  Violet’s heart skips a beat in my ears. She glances at me, a naughty grin playing on her lips. “Bad boys don’t get to cum until they earn their forgiveness. Is that not right, Ronan?” Her tone is deliberately cold. “This is how it goes in my world, Elliot. Do you still wish to be part of it?”

  I dip my head to Violet’s neck and flick my tongue over her jugular. My hunger rises from the pit of my stomach, and I growl, latching my hands onto her ass. Elliot no longer pauses for thought. He nods his head and swirls his tongue around the tip of Kaleo’s cock. Kaleo rams back into his mouth, his enormous body tensing as he nears his climax. Beads of sweat trickle down his dark forehead and onto his heaving chest. His golden eyes roll up toward the ceiling, his head falls back, and he deepens his thrusts into Elliot’s mouth.

  “Fuck, yes,” he moans, pumping his cock. “You better swallow every bit of my cum for our queen, omega. You ready?”

  He hardly gives the boy a chance to reply.

  Kaleo begins to fuck his throat senseless, riding out his orgasm with an almost animalistic hunger. He pounds him repeatedly, viciously, until he tenses, and Elliot swallows his cum, his eyes looking up at Kaleo as though waiting to be praised. I want to fuck the living daylights out of him.

  “Such a good little wolf,” Violet purrs, gesturing for me to lift her off the bench. “And you swallowed every last droplet. Good boy.”

  I obey Violet’s command and settle her on the floor. With a smirk thrown over her shoulder, she prowls toward the sofa and drapes herself over the velvet cushions, her legs spread, and her dress pulled over her hips. She slides a hand down to her pussy and begins to circle her clit. I want to devour every inch of her.

  Kaleo pulls out of the omega and meets our queen’s gaze. He goes to her side, his cock still hard. Elliot gasps beside me, panting for air, and turns his neck as far as possible to look at Violet.

  Violet’s seductive grin is the only permission I need.

  I reach under the bench and yank the metal lever. The equipment adjusts itself forward, spreading Elliot’s legs and angling his hips to grant me the access I need to penetrate him. I turn the bench around so he faces Violet and Kaleo. Running my cold fingers over Elliot’s spanked ass, I watch him gasp and push himself into the frame.

  “Shhh. I’m not going to hurt you.” I lean forward and press a kiss to each of his raw cheeks, my eyes pinned on Violet. “I’m going to fuck you like the alpha I am.” I loosen my pants and position myself between Elliot’s thighs. “You don’t have to do this, you know.”

  He strains in his bonds a little. “I… I want to,” he breathes, forcing his head up to look back at me. “I want to be part of this. I want to protect our queen. I want you to dominate me.”

  Violet takes Kaleo’s cock into her mouth and begins to frantically rub her clit, moaning around her Protector’s shaft. Watching and listening to their combined moans, I stroke my own cock and rub the throbbing head between Elliot’s thighs. I’ve dreaded the day Violet became known as our One True Queen for a long time. In a selfish way, I wanted to keep her for myself. But this is not what I expected, and it’s blowing my fucking mind. In the best of ways.

  I slice my fangs into my wrist and smear the blood between Elliot’s cheeks.

  “Oh shit,” he gasps, pulling at his restraints. “What the hell is that?”

  “You’ll take more than my blood in a minute, boy.” I lube my cock with the dark substance and nudge the tip into Elliot’s ass. He gasps but quickly relaxes his muscles. “That’s a good omega. Take deep breaths and remember your safe word.”

  I grab him by the neck and drive into him, burying my cock to the hilt. Blood from my wrist races down Elliot’s back, swerving between his flexing muscles, further enticing all my senses. A growl rumbles up from deep in my chest, and Violet’s soft moaning encourages me to pull out and thrust again.

  Harder.

  Deeper.

  “Keep going, omega,” she breathes, her voice heavy with lust. “Take your alpha’s cock, and then you’re going to fuck me and take your queen’s blood. Is that understood?”

  That fucki
ng does it.

  I tighten my grip on Elliot’s neck and penetrate him quicker. I keep my eyes on Violet, on my queen, and I fuck her new Protector into utter submission, reminding him that I’m the alpha, and his duty is now to protect our queen at all costs. Her life is the only one that matters.

  We’ll live for her.

  We’ll die for her.

  We’ll do anything for Queen Violet of House Ayris.

  I continue to piston my hips and bury my cock inside Elliot. He moans and endeavors to meet my thrusts, but his restraints don’t allow for much movement. I use my spare hand to undo the straps, and I lift Elliot off the bench in one swift movement, removing my cock from his ass in the process.

  Holding him by the neck, I glance at his hardened cock, and then over at Violet. She spreads her legs wide, inviting Elliot to claim her pussy. Kaleo pumps his cock into her mouth, his hands twisting her nipples, and Violet beckons us over with one curled finger.

  I nudge Elliot forward, my cock poking him in the back. I feel him tense against me, and his limbs shake with the strain of his unmet needs.

  “Are you ready to fuck your queen, Elliot?” I whisper in his ear, trailing my fangs down his throat and inhaling his sweet scent.

  The omega shudders against me. “Yes. So ready, please.”

  I shove my cock into his ass again and steer him forward. Elliot gasps, then he groans and moves with me. I bite my wrist again and rub my blood over his cock. His breathing has already turned shallow. I grin and thrust once more, forcing Elliot to bend over, and I guide his cock to our queen’s smooth pussy.

  I nibble on the side of his neck. “Relax, Elliot, and let me fuck you into our queen.”

  With that, I plunge into him again, and his cock breaches Violet’s pussy. She wraps her legs around Elliot’s waist, her feet resting by my hips, and I growl as I move my body and push Elliot’s cock deeper into her.