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What can I say, he’s savage in his claiming and I fucking love it.
I love him.
My eyes close and I smile into the darkness of the space, the party loud and booming behind me. “Ben won again.”
“Good,” Knight murmurs, his palm sliding down my side until his hand is skating around my thigh and disappears into the slit of my little black dress. He groans when he finds my present to him. “No panties, baby?”
“Hm,” I hum happily, reaching up to slide my hand in his hair, pushing his face deeper into my neck. “Thought I could sit on your lap on your throne tonight, fuck you slow while everyone watches, having no idea what they’re actually seeing.”
“That is absolutely fucking happening.” He growls, his claws digging into the flesh of my hips, and pressing me further against him. “But first, I have a surprise of my own.”
“Should I be terrified or happy about that?”
Knight’s dark chuckle falls over me, but it's not his voice who says, “I’d hoped you’d be happy, Queen Deveraux.”
My body goes stiff in Knight’s warm hold and slowly, I tug myself free, turning just as cautiously.
A harsh exhale pushes past my lips when my eyes meet the gentle, weathered ones across from me.
“Hey there, Little Crow.”
“Uncle Marcus.” I swallow, tears pooling in my eyes. It only takes me a moment and then I’m throwing myself into his arms, crying into his chest. "You’re here.”
You’re really alive.
“Hey, now,” he whispers softly, smoothing the hair down my head like he always did when I was a child. “You wouldn’t want your people to kill me for making their Queen cry, now, would you?”
I scoff, pulling back to look at him, but when Knight’s hands slide around my middle and he tugs me back into his embrace, I go willingly, smiling up at my uncle ... glaring a second later.
“You knew I wasn’t normal and you didn’t tell me.”
“I wasn’t allowed to tell you, honey,” he says softly. “I was under orders of our King, to protect and shield you from this place.” He looks around, a deep sense of longing written across his features. He's missed his home. “From what I’ve been told, it wasn’t you that needed shielding.”
I shrug, unsure of what to say. “You’ll stay, right?”
Something crosses his features, sorrow and regret and a few more emotions I can't name, and he points a sad smile toward the clouds. “I have something I must do, and it may take time.”
I want to argue, to tell him no, that he has to stay, but my uncle, or Knight’s actual uncle and the man who raised me, had a life before he was “honored” with the task of caring for the future Queen of Rathe. So, while it takes a lot of effort on my part, I nod my understanding. “Come see me when you get back.”
“I know exactly where to find you once I do.” His smile is tender.
Reaching out, I squeeze his hand.
“I love you, Little Crow, as much as any father loves his daughter.”
Moisture builds in my eyes and I nod again.
I’m about to cry when he’s finally out of sight, but before I can, Sinner, Creed, and Legend slide up, limbs loose, smiles wide and eyes low.
“Hello, new baby sis,” Sin slurs.
“The demon Queen of Rathe.” Legend stumbles as he tries to bow.
“The biggest pain in my fucking ass ever,” Creed adds, bumping into his brothers.
Just like that, my mood shifts back and I’m smiling again. All my boys are thoroughly fucked up and enjoying every second of it. Yes, even Creed.
It’s really good to see after the shit streak we’ve had.
