Because they chose the wrong Queen to target.
The wrong Kings to underestimate.
And when we return from this temporary sanctuary, the world will learn exactly what happens when you threaten something the Ruthless Kings of Obsession consider theirs.
5
STEAMY RESOLUTION BEFORE THE STORM
~REN~
Steam curls around us, thick and cloying, the heat licking along my skin as the water rains down from above. The moment we step into the shower, we are already on her.
Our Ruthless Queen.
My Moonflower.
She doesn’t hesitate — neither do we.
Eva’s lips are occupied by mine, her breathless little moans swallowed by my tongue as I take her deeper, harder, tasting the need that simmers between us. My hand grips the back of her head, keeping her locked to me while Zander trails slow, open-mouthed kisses down the length of her throat, across the slope of her shoulder, and lower still.
His hands are greedy, splayed over her ribs before they cup her breasts, kneading as he murmurs against her skin.
“Told you we wouldn’t leave her out.”
She whimpers, her nails digging into my shoulders, but she’s already pliant, already surrendering herself to us.
And fuck, if that isn’t the most addictive thing I’ve ever known.
I break the kiss just enough to take in the way she’s trembling between us, eyes half-lidded and hungry. Her lips are parted, her breath coming in soft little pants, and I know without even touching her where she needs us most.
My fingers trail down her front, sliding between her thighs, and I groan when I feel just how slick she is for us.
“Fuck, baby. So wet already.”
Her hips jolt as I tease her, spreading that sweet arousal over her clit, rubbing slow, lazy circles that make her body tense. Zander hums behind her, nipping at the soft skin just beneath her ear.
“Ren wants to taste you,” he tells her, his voice dark with promise. “Wants to get you dripping all over his tongue.”
“Fuck, yes,” she whimpers like a desperate plea
I meet his gaze over her shoulder, and he’s already smirking, already knowing what I’m about to do. I drop to my knees in front of her, hands gripping her thighs as I spread her open.
She gasps, the anticipation in her eyes making my cock throb with need, but I don’t rush.
No, I savor her.
My fingers slide through her folds, parting her just enough for me to see how swollen and needy she is. I press a soft kiss against her clit, my breath hot against her as she shudders.
“Fuck,” she moans, her hands flying to my hair, tugging me closer. “Ren?—”
I don’t make her wait any longer.
My tongue flicks over her clit, slow at first, just enough pressure to tease, to make her whimper and squirm. Zander’s hand is there, one palm splayed over her stomach to keep her steady while his other dips between her legs, fingers joining mine to play with her, to stretch her, to build her pleasure higher.
“She tastes so fucking sweet,” I murmur, my lips brushing against her soaked folds. “You should feel her, Z. So fucking wet.”
“Oh, I plan to. Can never have enough of my Sweet Dynamite,” he chuckles, pinching one of her nipples, rolling it between his fingers as he watches me devour her. “But I think you should show me just how much she likes it first.”
