Page 143 of Jace
“Vivian, how are they looking from up there?”
I know Alena’s voice. We instantly bonded tonight. As the newest queens, it makes sense.
Euphoric, I rasp, “Absolutely breathtaking.” My shutter clicks a few more times, my recesses wet from all this male heat, before I confess, “Okay, my kings, that’s a wrap. My ovaries can’t take any more.”
Jace smiles up at me, sharing our secret dance with destiny. Tonight, all the men will wear condoms but him, though I’m pretty sure my window has closed.
I should start tomorrow or the next day.
Loch crawls up. “Damn, I’m sweating.”
Grant joins him. “Fuck, I’m hungry.”
Winking at me before I climb down, Jace directs, “Alright. The kings refresh while the queens get their turn.”
While I load a new roll of film, hungry lips devour my neck, making me giggle with Jace’s question, “Any tips for my shoot?”
“Yeah, keep your hard tip in your boxers,” I joke, turning to take his kiss. It’s open-mouthed, passionate yet possessive. Like he’s claiming and sharing me. Like only Jace can; I belong to him.
“Want us in the same pose?” We pull away to catch Wren scrunching her gorgeous dark curls, getting ready for the camera.
Ruby mirrors her, combing fingers through her flaming tresses. “Should we take off our panties?”
“Yes.” Grant can’t shout it as loud as Nash barks, “No!”
The kings are tossing back vodka at the credenza while the queens gather around the platform.
“Ilovethis color.” Delphine smooths her light-yellow silk slip. “Jace, bravo on your design.”
I look at him, surprised. “Did you pick our wardrobe?”
“Yeah.” He secures the camera strap around his neck. “I wanted to give you the ultimate boudoir shots.”
Ultimate?
No, color me always impressed by Jace.
I thought this was normal for an initiation, but apparently, he did it especially for me. Each queen is wearing a silk slip dress in a different color. Alena’s stunning in green. Wren shines in blue. Ruby is regal in purple, and Vale is hot in red. Delphine is gorgeous in her buttery slip, and I love the white one Jace gave me.
We’re going to look like royal jewels surrounding Zar’s imposing black-suited body.
Zar lifts my hand like a lady, turning to Jace. “How do you want your queens?”
“Asses up.” Sire jokes with Jace, elbowing him. “Please, I’m begging you.”
“Nah.” Jace elbows him back. “I want to capture their spirit.”
Loch joins them, winking at Alena. “Her ass sure capturesmyspirit.”
“Son,” Nash warns, “want me to cut off yourspiritbefore you get my daughter’s hand in marriage?”
Alena laughs, rolling her eyes at Nash. “Seriously, though. Vivian, how do you want us to pose?”
I understand why she defers to me, but I clap my hands. “Attention: everyone. Jace Ryan is a talented professional photographer who uses his big heart to capture tender moments.” I point at Grant. “Give him shit for it, and I’ll shoot your dick.”
Axel huffs, smirking. “Spoken like a true queen.”
“Exactly.” I nod. “So my king is in control of this boudoir shoot, not me.”
