Saving Their Queen

by Beth Rosalee

  I try to remember what I did.

  Svana gives some tips as well.

  “Try reaching for the ball of energy, like when you shift, only instead of thinking about shifting, think about releasing her.”

  That makes sense, I suppose. I do as she says.

  Once I have the ball of energy, I tell Hannah, “You are free to go, Hannah, but you will never try to do anything with any of my men ever again, is that understood?”

  She gasps and almost topples over, like she was frozen in place and finally can break free.

  “Y-y-yes, Alpha. I’m so sorry, i-i-it won’t happen again.”

  She looks up at me, not meeting my eyes, seeming truly terrified as she responds. I nod my head at her in acknowledgement. She hurriedly adjusts her clothing and scurries off. I watch her go.

  She pauses, looking back to confess, “Can I just say that I am truly sorry for what I said? It was jealousy. And that was the hottest experience of my life.”

  She doesn’t wait for a response, just scurries off.

  We all laugh.

  “So, did Richard check the prophecy book?” I ask the guys.

  “Yeah, I’ve got the book right here. We came to find you and came upon this naughty little scene. We certainly didn’t want to interrupt, so I figured that I would read it to everyone when we got home,” Liam says, waving the book around with a smirk.

  He reaches down and adjusts his dick in his pants. I burst out laughing.

  “I really don’t know what got into me.”

  I shake my head.

  “Well I guess we need to say good-night to your father so that we can head home and read this prophecy. I’m honestly tired; mating with all you big boys in one day is exhausting!”

  “Yes, let’s do. I need to research these tattoos, as well. I’m sure there is a meaning behind them,” Liam says.

  “Come, my Queen, lead then way.”

  Tate grabs my hand, kissing it, and bows to me, sweeping his hand out it the direction of the dining hall. We say our goodbyes with a promise of coming back over soon; then, we head back home. We get back inside and I tell the guys that I’m going to change into something more comfortable. I return in minutes

  “Alright, did you find the prophecy in the book?” I ask settling on the couch.

  “Yeah, it looks like we are in for a serious battle, according to this,” Wyatt says, looking over the book.

  “Well, what does it say?” I ask impatiently.

  “Sorry, sorry. Here, Liam, you read it.”

  Wyatt passes the book over to him.

  “Right, it says ‘Brother of darkness returns to this world, bringing with him the rage of broken dreams. To destroy the place in which the Goddess was sent to save. She will be the light to pierce the darkness from which she came. Four will be the key to set her light free.’ That sounds like a bad guy is coming to kill us off for some sort of revenge to me…” Liam says.

  “Well then, we will be training non-stop from now on. I want you to be able to rip heads off with a flick of your wrist by the time this happens, if it happens,” Gray says, leaving no room for arguing.

  I groan.

  “But I’ve already been training with Wyatt. He says that I’m doing great, right?” I cut my eyes to Wyatt hoping for some backing.

  “Yes, you are doing excellent in self-defense, but you need to learn offensive fighting, as well, to get that strength under control. Otherwise, you are going to just walk around crushing everything. Hannah’s quick healing and the fact that I don’t think you truly desired to kill her is the only thing that saved you from crushing her throat,” Wyatt says seriously.

  “Y’all are right; I will train hard. I don’t want to hurt anyone,” I sigh. “I’m really tired, if anyone wants to cuddle, my door is open. I’m going to go take a bath and relax for a bit, then go to bed.”

  I stand and kiss each of them good night. After taking a long relaxing bath, I throw on some comfy shorts and tank, then climb in bed, falling asleep quickly. Sometime later, I feel someone climb in bed and snuggle up behind me. Without opening my eyes, I know it’s Tate from the scent of fresh mint and cedarwood. He wraps me up in his arms, kissing the back of my head, and whispers that he loves me. I sigh happily; then, fall back to sleep.

  A man visits me in my dream, but he is shadowed in darkness so that I can’t make out his features.

  “Celia, we must talk,” he says, but he sounds sort of distanced.

  “Who are you?” I ask.

  “Let me in so that I can show you.”

  I don’t respond, I just try to step closer and peer into the darkness, but as my foot crosses into the darkness, I’m jolted awake. I’m covered in sweat and panting as if I’ve run three miles.

  “What’s wrong, Pussycat?” Tate asks me, his voice groggy from sleep.

  He pulls me tighter into him and I snuggle deeper into the pillow.

  Taking a deep breath I say, “Nothing, it was just a dream; go back to sleep.”

  His breath evens out, settling back to sleep. I concentrate on matching my breathing with his and close my eyes. I’m asleep within minutes.

  Chapter 34

  Celia

  We train every day for weeks. They teach me offensive fighting and how to fight with every weapon that they possess. We find a rhythm in everyday life as a family. I spend time with each of my guys, getting to know them individually and as a whole. They take me on dates, letting me truly experience life the way someone loved should. They lift me up every day, telling me how beautiful I am, how strong I have become, helping to heal my battered and scarred heart.

  They show me that I deserve to be cherished. Liam makes good on his promise and washes my hair every day. They help me see that I am not broken, that my scars are a part of me, but they help to build the fierce woman that I have become. They love taking me on shopping sprees ‘because they want to’ and tell me each time to pick some of my old stuff and burn it. You truly don’t realize that even the things that seem insignificant in your life hold memories, and those memories hold a power over you.

  They eventually get the parts and fix my SUV, but I honestly haven’t driven it since the night I crashed it. I have finally won over my grumpy asshole, too, who is really a sweet, caring, fiercely loyal man. He lets me drive any car that I want out of the shop garage. So, of course, I drive a different one every day. I’m living my best life, and the sex is off the charts. I’m like a bunny in heat, with a different one every night. I’ve been hinting at having them all at once, but I’m not sure they are getting the picture if I’m being completely honest. Sometimes you have to spell it out.

  I’ve got the perfect plan in place for that, too. I woke super early this morning and snuck out of the house, leaving a note on the fridge letting them know that I was having a girl’s day and that I would be back later on. I still have most of the money I brought with me since none of them have let me pay for anything. I drive into town and find a nice nail salon. I go in and get a manicure and a pedicure with blood-red nail polish to finish it off.

  Then, I find a hair salon and get the full treatment there. My hair has been down my ass for as long as I can remember. It’s time for a change and I decide to donate my hair to The Verma Foundation, which is a national non-profit organization committed to giving high-quality wigs to cancer patients. The lady washes my hair, then sits me in the chair.

  “Your hair is absolutely gorgeous and so long!” she tells me as she combs it out.

  “Thank you, I haven’t cut it except to trim it here and there for the last twelve years,” I tell her with a shrug.

  “Oh my! That is a very long time to be growing out you hair! So what are we doing with it today?” she asks, while looking at me in the mirror.

  “Well, firstly, I want to donate my hair to the wig foundation for cancer patients,” I tell her, making sure she knows not to just let it drop to the floor.

  “Oh that is wonderful! We can certainly do that.”
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br />   I smile at her, “Ok, so I want to go crazy and completely change my look up. I’m thinking an inverted bob. I want it just to my hairline in the back, and the front to be almost reaching my collar bones.”

  “Oh girl, that will look so good on you, you have the perfect face for it I think!” she says with such enthusiasm that it makes me giggle.

  “I think so, too; let’s just hope it actually does.”

  She giggles with me.

  “I think it will be perfect. Now, I’m going to turn you around and get started. Just relax and let me take care of you.”

  She combs out my hair one more time; then, gathers it in a ponytail, placing a rubber band just below where the longest part of my hair will be. Taking the scissors, she cuts it off and hands it to me for safe keeping while she goes to work styling. After she finishes, she hands me a mirror to look at the length and make sure I’m happy with it. I gasp when I see it.

  “Oh wow! It came out great!”

  “Yay, so you are happy with the length of it?”

  “Yes! I love it so much! This will definitely get my guys’ attention,” I say enthusiastically.

  “Oh girl, if he isn’t treating you right, then you need to leave him! No man is worth your happiness,” she tells me with such conviction that I get a bit teary-eyed and laugh.

  “Thanks, but that’s not what I meant. They treat me like a queen. I simply want to entice them.” I waggle my eyebrows at her, making her giggle.

  “Oh my! And did you say they?” she exclaims and I nod, giggling at her theatrics. “You naughty minx! I wish I had just one boyfriend! And you have two! Ugh, I’m totally jealous.”

  “Four,” I correct her.

  “Four?! You have four boyfriends! Oh heavens, I think I’m going to faint!” She throws her hand over her forehead in a dramatic pose, and we both bust out laughing. “OK, ok, serious now. Do you want it blow dried and styled?” she asks, getting back into work mode.

  Still giggling a little, I say, “Yes, please. I need to see how it should look so I can do it myself at home.”

  “Perfect, let’s do this!”

  She gets back to work on my hair, drying it and styling it quickly.

  “There you go, sweet cheeks! What do you think?”

  She spins me in the chair so that I can see myself in the large mirror. I just stare at myself for a moment, tears filling my eyes.

  “It’s perfect. I’m like a whole new me,” I whisper.

  “Oh no, don’t cry!” she says.

  “They are happy tears. I truly love it. When should I come back for a trim?” I ask.

  “Two months is the average amount of time, but it’s all in your preference and how fast or slow your hair grows.”

  “That sounds good; can I make an appointment for two month then?”

  “Sure thing!”

  She schedules my appointment and I pay for everything; then, head out the door. Next stop is the lingerie store. I am going to find the sexiest outfit possible and I am going to walk around the house in it until they can’t take it anymore and all devour me at once damnit!

  I finish up my day with the perfect outfit and, of course, a few more to save for later. I head home in the Nova, feeling like I’m truly a new person. I can’t seem to wipe the smile off my face. I know they will all be gone when I get there since they have a few cars in the shop needing fixed. It’s the perfect day to do this. When I get home, I take a nice hot bath and soak for a while, making sure to keep my hair dry. After a while, I shave, making sure I’m nice and smooth everywhere. Once that’s done, I hop out, dry off, then add a bit of makeup just to enhance my features.

  Satisfied that I’ve prepped myself as best as possible, I slip on my naughty number and look at myself in the mirror. The blood-red on my nails and the blood-red outfit match perfectly and stand out drastically on my pale skin. It’s a floor-length, see-through lacey halter top dress with slits up both thighs and a built-in bra to keep my large breasts in place. I finish off the outfit with a black lace G-string and my Louboutin’s.

  I check the time, seeing that it’s five o’clock, and about time for them to start heading home. I head to the kitchen and start cooking them dinner. Homemade Lasagna with garlic bread and streamed vegetables on the side. I hear the front door open and the guys all pile in laughing at something I’m sure Tate said. He is the jokester of the bunch. I open the oven and carefully pull out the food.

  “Mmm, something smells amazing in there, Beautiful,” Wyatt says, just before they all turn the corner into the kitchen.

  I turn and set the dish on the island facing the hallway. Tate turns the corner first and stops dead in his tracks. Wyatt crashes into his back, having not seen him stop.

  “What the hell ma- oooohhh,” he finishes in a husky voice.

  Grayson and Liam enter at the same time. Gray growls and walks straight up to me. Picking me up by my hips, he presses me into his body, showcasing just how my outfit is affecting him, and kisses me senseless.

  Finally, letting me up for air, he says, “Now, this is the way to be greeted after a long day at the garage.”

  Setting me down on top of the island, he looks me over from head to toe as the guys crowd in around him doing the same.

  “Fuck, that is the best dress I have ever seen in my life, pretty girl. And I love the new hair. It suits you perfectly,” Liam says as he reaches out and brushes his thumb over my left nipple making me gasp.

  They all agree and compliment me on my hair, but can’t focus on it for long as they are drawn back to my dress and all that it displays.

  “I’m suddenly starving, and it’s not for lasagna,” Tate says in a voice full of heat, running his fingers slowly up the slit on my right thigh.

  “Yes, completely starving; I say we skip dinner and go straight for dessert,” Wyatt says from behind me; he leans me back and steals a kiss as well.

  “About fucking time,” I say with a mock pout on my face.

  They all laugh as Grayson grabs me up and throws me over his shoulder, caveman style.

  “Hey, put me down you, big brute! Or at least don’t carry me like a caveman!” I yell at him, smacking him in the back.

  He starts grunting just like a caveman in response.

  “Asshole.”

  He smacks me in the ass hard and grunts a few more times.

  Tate opens my bedroom door and we all pile in. Grayson walks over to the bed and throws me on it. I squeal in protest, then bounce once before I settle.

  “Ugh, you are such a brute, Grayson Daniel Pierce!”

  I use his full name just to mess with him and he growls at me.

  “Get naked, boys. I’m finally going to get that fivesome I was promised,” I say with glee, propping myself up on my elbows.

  “Yes, our Queen,” they all chime in unison and I laugh.

  They all quickly strip, standing before me in the naked glory. Their bodies are worthy of a god.

  “Now, it’s your turn, Princess,” Grayson says, climbing the bed and crawling over me, forcing me to lay down flat on my back.

  “Don’t you ruin this, you big ol brute- I see that look in your eye!” I say, laughing when he smirks.

  “Ok, Princess, I won’t rip it off of you like this,” he says as leans back straddling my legs, grabbing both pieces of fabric on the slit on my right thigh, and rips it in half almost all the way up my body before I can even blink.

  “Dammit it, Grayson! You are such an asshole!”

  I try to smack him, but he just grabs my wrist and pins it above my head.

  “You love it,” he says as he grabs my other hand and pins it together with the first.

  I try to pull them free, testing how tight he’s holding me. He doesn’t budge at all, and I give up and just relax. Wyatt comes up beside me and tears the dress the rest of the way off. I sigh in annoyed pleasure.

  “Y’all are lucky that I want your cocks in me bad enough to forgive you for ruining that,” I say in all seriousn
ess. Liam bites my on the thigh making a cry out in surprised pleasure. “What was that for?” I pant out.

  “For being a sassy girl. I’ll spank you the next time if you keep it up, is that understood?” he demands, and I moan, squirming my hips around in delight.

  “Yes, Sir,” I immediately respond, falling easily into the submissive roll in the bedroom.

  “Good girl, now, spread those legs and open your mouth. I want to taste this sweet pussy, and I bet our Alpha wants his cock sucked.”

  I do as I’m told. Letting my legs fall open wide and feeling my excitement soak through my lacey thong and drip down my ass cheeks, I look up into my Alpha’s hungry eyes as he moves up to straddle my chest with his knees pressed into my armpits.

  “Mmmm, that’s a good Princess, suck my cock for me,” Gray says as he slips it past my lips.

  My mouth stretches wide as he enters me. Fuck, these men are going to break my jaw and I love every second of it. I lift my head and begin sucking on his as best as I can from this angle. My thong gets dragged down my legs and completely removed. I feel Liam’s hot breath on my pussy a second before he runs his tongue up my seam. He moans in satisfaction, then delves in. Licking up and down and around my clit, but not touching it, he dips his tongue inside me, fucking me for a minute, only to pull out and repeat the process. On his third lap around my clit, when I’m really starting to feel desperate for him to latch onto my poor throbbing clit, I feel someone latch onto my left nipple and suck it into their mouth, then switch to the other one. I can’t tell who it is, all I know is that I’m ready to explode from so many different sensations.

  Tate comes up near my head and grabs my wrists from Grayson and begins tying them together with something stretchy and wet. I realize that he is using my panties to restrain me. I moan harder on Gray’s cock, swiping my tongue around it. I undulate my hips, trying to force Liam to the spot I most desperately want. Tate finishes tying my wrists; then, disappears from my limited view.

  Grayson braces his hand by my restrained wrists, then tells me, “Lay you head back, princess, I’m going to fuck this pretty mouth of yours until I come down your throat.”