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Queens occupy a special place in their Kings’ lives. The King fends off danger outside the home, killing enemies, and bringing back war spoils to dazzle her with. The Queen must hold down the fort and be there when her Kings need her. To give my ass and throat to Brock and Rook when they need me is not only my duty and obligation now. It’s my calling. I yearn to let them use me, to destroy me. I've changed in ways that many women in my life would judge me for, and yet I cannot control it.
Before, I imagined my mother looking down on me in shame. Now, I refuse to believe that’s true. My mother is proud of me. Proud of the way I take my Kings’ cocks. Proud of the way I clap my ass around Brocks’ dick as I deep throat Rook.
This is what a powerful Queen does. Rina was right to reassure me that I held a valuable position in my Kings’ lives. One many girls would kill for. True power isn’t running from alpha men who want to wreck you, spank you, growl in your face, or spank you when you don’t text them that you like their poetry. Power is giving yourself to these men and letting them paint you in their cum. To submit to them.
The most powerful force a woman has is her submission. Who she gives it to is the important decision.
I’d never give my submission to a lesser man who didn’t deserve it. I can’t believe that Rina talked about wanting to fuck Jacko. He’s not an alpha who can spank her ass, manhandle her in bed, and make her squirt. Jacko is a weakling who beats off too much. That’s what Rook told me. They catch him jerking it in the locker room showers and calling out hot girls’ names. Jack likes this one girl on the cheerleading team. He’s always upset that she never pays him the time of day. I told Rook and Brock to let Jacko know that he needs to man the fuck up and sweep her off her fucking feet if he wants to stand a chance.
Wow. Just wow.
Little me is giving dating advice to Jacko.
Before, I wouldn’t have had the confidence to do so. Now, I understand what a true Queen needs in her life.
Powerful men.
Forcing her to her knees.
Breaking her.
To build her up.
"How is your semester going?" Nate smiles at me.
Most little sisters wouldn’t get the creeps when their stepbrothers ask them about their lives. Nate’s smile is so sickly sweet that I set my fork down and avert my eyes.
"It’s fine."
My father takes a sip of wine. "Your mother was so smart. You take after her."
I lift my water glass to my lips, needing to clear my head. Nate poured me wine, but there’s no way I’m drinking that. It sucks to admit it but I wouldn’t put it past him to roofie my drink. Hell, even this water could be dangerous. I place the water back on the table, my heart picking up pace in my ribcage. My eyes lock on Nate, searching his features to see if he contaminated my beverage.
No. There’s no fucking way my stepbrother would do that. He’s a weirdo, but he’s notthatmuch of a weirdo. I hope.
I smile at my father. "I appreciate that."
This dinner is so awkward. Nate is ogling me like I’m a bitch in heat and he’s the one who’ll receive it. I’ve read a few omega verse novels and I can’t help but think of Nate as an omega little bitch who’s trying to be an alpha. That’s the problem with most men today. They think that they’re alpha males like Brock and Rook when really they’re not worth shit. They couldn’t beat up anyone in a boxing ring, couldn’t score winning touchdowns, and they can’t even pound a girl’s ass and make her come. I mean, no girl wants to get fucked in the ass if she doesn’t come afterwards. I want my body to light up like a firework on the Fourth of July. Most men wouldn’t know what they’re doing. I doubt they’d even eat a girl’s ass out.
I think about the time when Colt hid in my closet and pounced on me while I was sleeping. I was half-asleep, unable to figure out what was going on when he ripped my pajama bottoms off, planted his mouth between my ass, and ate my asshole. It was such a shock I didn’t know how to react. The pleasure barreling through my veins was intense. Try as I might to fend off my arousal, it proved impossible. I came so hard, squirting all over myself without stopping. When Colt told me that I’d finger my pussy while thinking about him later that night, he was right.
I stare at Nate and gnaw my lower lip. Colt is the only one who can protect me from my freak of a stepbrother if he ever tried anything.
Nate jabs a piece of pasta. "You’ve always had a special gift, Olivia. I just hope that you’re not throwing away your entire life by sleeping with some fuckboys who don't know how to treat you right."
"Who I sleep with is none of your business." Finally. I’m finding my true power and sticking up for myself.
"I think it is." Nate’s eyes slit. "I'm your stepbrother. It’s my duty to protect you."
I turn to my father. "Tell Nate to get his head out of my business."
My father sighs. "He’s looking out for your best interests."
"No, he’s not." Nate’s trying to control me. That much is obvious.
Nate wipes his lips with his napkin. "Let’s bring the temperature of the room down a few degrees. I’m your stepbrother. The only thing I want to do is put you on the right track. It’s my job to teach you how a lady should act, how to behave. Groom you into being the best version of yourself."
Groom meis right. That’s exactly what Nate used to do.
