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“We will help you,” Ben murmurs.
Her declaration hits me hard. This is real; she’s doing this. She’s stepping up to her destiny. My mind races with the implications, the consequences, and that ever-present, unnerving thrill of the unknown.
Ben steps forward, his movements deliberate, echoing the solemnity of the moment, and I drop her hand, moving away. His head bows, an archaic yet powerful sign of fealty. “You have my allegiance, Ever,” he says quietly and moves aside.
Charlie steps forward and lowers his gaze, bending at the waist in a deep bow that would look ridiculous if it wasn’t so fucking sincere. “To you, our queen,” he murmurs, and the words hang heavy in the air, laden with meaning.
Damien inclines his head, slow, measured, an acknowledgement of Ever’s ascendancy. There’s respect, a silent vow etched in the line of his jaw and the set of his shoulders. “You have my loyalty, my respect and my love.”
He moves aside, and that leaves me, Alistair fucking Gaight. Duke of KnightsGate and North Cardinal, who always has a plan, always knows the next move. But right now, I’m lost at sea, watching Ever stand tall, surrounded by our bowed heads. I’venever bowed to anyone before, except my fucking father. The very idea is anathema to everything I am, everything I’ve been raised to be. Yet here I am, lowering myself onto one knee, my head dipped in reverence to the woman who’s just claimed a piece of my soul I always knew was hers for the taking.
“Ever Knight. You are the queen of The Order of KnightsGate, and we are your humble knights sworn to your cause.”
The significance isn’t lost on any of us as the other three men fall to their knees. We’re four men of royal blood, of power, of means, but in this moment, we’re hers, and as much as it terrifies me, it feels right.
“Ever, we kneel before your strength, not just your title,” Ben states. He’s always been the thinker, the philosopher, but right now, he believes in her.
“Your intelligence will always lead us right,” Charlie murmurs, the usual jest gone from his tone. “It’s more than the name or the crown; it’s you, Ever.”
I watch them, my brothers-in-arms, as they speak their truths. They’re laying down their loyalty like swords at her feet, shaking the foundations of everything I thought I knew about power and control.
“Ever, to witness your grit, it’s...” Damien trails off and gulps back the rush of emotion I can see he is grappling with. “You command more than obedience; you inspire devotion.”
“Devotion,” I repeat. I’ve never looked up to anyone the way I look up to her. Her sheer will, her spirit of steel—it’s magnetic.
The shift under my feet as the woman before me reshapes our world is a revelation. “We’ve always been kings among men, but without a queen, what are we? You’re the piece we knew was missing, and now you’re here, with us, taking what is yours as it should have been all along, despite the terror and uncertainty you feel.”
She blinks a few times and then giggles. “Get up, you fucking assholes.”
Laughing with her, we rise as one.
“This is big, huge, but I won’t let you down,” she says, a frown creasing her brow. “I will do this right, so everyone benefits, not just us.”
She’s not just filling a role; she’s redefining it. She’s turning the game on its head, and I’m caught up in the whirlwind of her ambition, her passion.
Reaching out, I grasp Ever’s hand again. Her skin is soft, but her grip is steel - a paradox in the flesh. The room is silent, save for our breathing and the quiet hum of expectancy hanging over us like a storm cloud.
“You could never let us down, angel,” I murmur. “You are our True North. Our guiding light. You know I’d burn the world down for you. Whatever comes, we’ll meet it.” It’s not a promise; it’s a declaration, one I feel carved into my bones.
She looks up at me, those striking eyes holding mine, and something passes between us, something heavy and hot and vital. It’s trust, it’s belief, it’s the kind of connection that doesn’t just tie souls together—it forges them into something new, something unbreakable. We are bound by choice, by the conviction that courses through our veins, and that is the most powerful thing of all. The leader in me knows what this means—aligning ourselves with Ever in such a public, irrevocable way. It’s a power move, one that will paint targets on our backs. But then there’s the man in me, the part that’s selfish and exposed, wanting her in ways I can’t always control. The part that would have her claim more than just her title.
She’s fire and ice, chaos and calm, pulling me in two directions. I want to protect her, but I also want to possess her. The implications of that are dangerous, intoxicating.
“Fuck,” I exhale, my control slipping, and without another word, I grab her, pulling her against me. Our lips crash together, a mess of need and urgency. She tastes like promise and rebellion, and I can’t get enough.
“Ever,” I groan as her hands find their way under my shirt, her touch setting my skin ablaze. I lift her, and she wraps her legs around my waist as we stumble towards the couch. The world fades away into nothing, and I place her down and strip her clothes off, practically ripping at them in my haste to get my cock inside her. As soon as she is naked, I unzip my pants, and they fall down my ankles. Sitting on the couch, I pull her onto my lap. She straddles me, her hips grinding down onto mine, as the other men quickly catch up. My hands roam over her body, memorising every curve, every line, and she moans into my mouth as she kisses me—a sound that spurs me on.
My cock throbs painfully hard as I take her hand and guide it to my cock. She grasps it and rises so she can thrust down on it with a move so fucking sexy, I nearly come on the spot. She’s tight, wet, perfect. I hold her hips and thrust up into her, setting a rhythm that’s both punishing and reverent. She meets me stroke for stroke, riding my cock with abandon.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I pant.
I fuck her harder, deeper, the sound of our bodies slapping together mingling with her moans. Her nails dig into my shoulders, marking me, claiming me just as much as I’m claiming her. I let her go, wanting her to take control, to show me she’s as much in command in this as she is in everything else. Her hands splay across my chest, and she leans back slightly, her gaze never leaving mine as she moves faster, harder. My hands slide up her thighs, encouraging her, pushing her to take everything she wants.
“Take it, Ever,” I growl. “Take all of it.”
Damien moves behind her, his hand entwined in her hair, pulling her head back gently to expose the long column of her throat. Ben hovers by her side, his lips tracing the line of her jaw. Charlie’s at her other side, a wicked gleam in his eye as he watches her with a fierce hunger.
We’re all lost in the pull of Ever’s orbit, caught in the gravitational force that is her power and presence. Each touch is a pledge, each kiss a seal of her authority. The usual rules don’t apply here; this isn’t just sex or power—it’s something far more primal and significant.
