The King's Secret Bride_A Royal Wedding Novella

by Alexis Angel

  "Damn right." I'm amped for battle. I'm always ready to fight. "We have to ambush them and stop it before it starts. They are dangerous motherfuckers."

  Wade pours himself a drink out of the bottle of whiskey sitting on the counter.

  "I know Alex. I get what you're saying," he says. The battle lines are drawn. I see that. But do you know why I'm the new president? It's because of the war Zeva's dad was in. He died for war and now look at her, all by herself. People have girlfriends, wives, and families. It's important to remember that and to avoid war if it can be done. That's why I'm the leader. Because I consider both sides."

  He's right about Zeva. I imagine she's upstairs taking a shower or a nap or something. I am constantly thinking about her. I want to go to her now and comfort her and fuck her and help her to forget all of this drama. At least she's in the house with us so we know she is safe. Her safety is of utmost importance now.

  "I know Wade and that's really good to consider both sides. But you guys know where I stand."

  Jason takes the whiskey and pours one long sip of it into his mouth directly from the bottle.

  "I think," he says. "That we need to observe caution above all things. Let them make the first move. See if it's really worth fighting for. If we are the instigators then we will have the whole town against us."

  "And if they come for one of us in the meantime?" I'm growing irritated at Jason's level-headedness. I'm ready to fight and to wipe these fuckers off the map.

  "Then that means retaliation, in due course. And the punishment has to fit the crime."

  "And just what do you think that will do to Zeva?" I ask feeling pissed off at Jason.

  "She will be more protected without a battle that's for damn sure."

  "Oh yeah? You think doing nothing will protect her?"

  "We are not doing nothing. We are being smart."

  "Guys, just stop it," now Wade's getting mad. All of us have a different point of view. I am not in charge, but if I were, we would be on our way to find them right now.

  "Then Wade, tell us, what are your opinions on this?" Jason is so against fighting.

  He sighs the long sigh of a man who has a lot on his mind. Basically, lives are at stake and blood is on his hands. It's no wonder Wade is considering all of his options. I would hate to be in his position. I'm perfectly happy being third. And maybe I remain at third rank because my personality is more explosive and I get anxious to fight.

  Wade sips his dark drink. We all need something to take the edge off, at least until we can take out our angst on Zeva. Her body is better tasting than any top-shelf whiskey on the market. I want to be tasting her right now. But instead, I'm embroiled in a fight between friends that will probably never end. I will always be for going to war and Jason will be against it. It's just how we are.

  "My position is this. I want to protect everyone and their families. Ultimately I want to keep our territory and our businesses in good form without people dying. We will always have to deal with rival gangs and we need to keep our reputation strong and our legacy long. Also, now I have a vested interest in Zeva and keeping her safe so that complicates things. I am torn between ideas of safety and love and duty to family and club."

  He's right but Jason and I go at it anyway.

  "You see Jason he doesn't want the war and neither do I."

  "That is not what he said. Wade is saying we have a duty to keep our club safe and the notoriety strong."

  We go back and forth like this for a while with Wade in the middle just scratching his head.

  Jason

  I hear her before I see her.

  "What are you guys yelling about? I could hear you all the way from upstairs. Is everything okay?"

  I go to her and slide my arms around her taut waist. "Hey, we were just ... going through things."

  "It seems like it was more than just that,” she tells us, her eyes filled with worry. War hasn’t even started, and it’s already taking a toll on her.

  Wade comes over to her with a shot of whiskey. "Here," he says. "I've needed it to deal with these two and so will you," he tells me with a grin. I don’t know how he keeps his cool under pressure.

  She leans up to kiss him lightly on the lips, and then takes her shot like a pro. I walk up to her, kiss her, and taste the smoky flavor of the liquid mingled in with her own taste. Thoughts of war and Alex and his position on it fly out the window as I have my arms around the most gorgeous girl in the world. I know she can feel my erection behind her and I press it up close to her body to get her thinking of me…not that she could ever stop.

  She turns to face me, "Tell me the truth. What is going on?"

  "The boys here were just going over whether we should battle The Iron Legion or not. They can't seem to agree on anything."

  "Why do you have to consider war at all?" She asks us, but in her eyes I can see the truth—after what happened to her father, she wants justice as well.

  "Zeva…they’re the Iron Legion. Murderers and criminals, the lot of ‘em. They are on their way here, and they will most definitely come after Wade," Alex says, still trying to make his case in point.

  A sad expression comes over her face. "I know, I know…it’s just that…oh God."

  Wade comforts her but we can see the sadness taking over her eyes.

  "It's okay Zeva," Wade says. "It's not going to be like last time. We have way more weapons than they do. Plus, we're better reinforced this time and it's our territory, we know the lay of the land better than anybody."

  "I know," she practically whispers.

  See, this is the whole scenario I've been trying to avoid. I don't want to go to war because of people like Zeva. The last battle was not too long ago and she lost everything. I don't think this town can take another incident like that. I'm all for politics. If Wade can smooth things over without raising a weapon then that is the best route. That is obviously the best route.

  "Do you guys see what I'm saying? Just look at how hurt she is. Do you want to do that to people? Have more war and strife? Wade, man, I just don't think it's a good call."

  I'm trying to stifle my desire to take Zeva in my arms and bring her up to Wade's bedroom so that I can prove to her that the world isn’t just a fucked up place. It can be a good place. And as long as she's with us, the world can be safe. I want nothing more than to lie in bed with her all, and this whole thing with The Iron Legion coming to town has distracted me from my main focus, which is always Zeva. I can’t believe I’m saying, but I’m falling for her.

  Hard.

  "Why are you even in this life?” she asks us then. “People die young and for what? For some deluded sense of pride? Look what happened to my family. My father is gone forever. Yours are too. You would do that to me, to us, again?"

  "Zeva," Alex whispers. "Don’t say it like that. I want war, but it's only so that we can protect you."

  "You could protect me more by making the Honeypot legit and abandoning this lifestyle," she says, and there’s no feigning our surprise.

  "Is this something you really want us to consider?" I ask. I would never have dreamed that she would think we could abandon this lifestyle. It's all I've ever known and the MC is like family.

  "Is it?" Wade asks. None of us can imagine a life without the Order, but I also know none of us can imagine a life without Zeva.

  "I just think...it would be safer." Her eyes fill with tears and I melt at the sight. A beautiful girl crying makes me weak at the knees. Or, scratch that, a beautiful girl like Zeva.

  All I want to do is wrap her up in my safe arms and reassure her that all is right with the world.

  She continues as the tears slowly spread down her cheeks.

  "I always wanted my father to legitimize the Order, you know, to make things safe. But he thought I was foolish and then he ... died. I was right all along, I know it. And I'm right about this. You guys can't guarantee anything. If you go to war, or stay in this life, then you might be signing your own death cer
tificates."

  A shiver goes up my spine, cold as ice. Maybe it's an intuitive response, maybe it's the mention of her father, our former leader, who is now six feet under, but her words make me consider my own death for just a moment.

  We all look at each other. We know she's right. But we can't abandon the Order either.

  "It's okay Zeva, we have this covered," Wade tries his best to sound confident, but I can tell she has found a dent in his arms.

  She looks at all of us, individually, "The thing is, I'm starting to care in a real way about each of you and…about what we have here."

  We wait, the moment suspended in mid-air. We want to hear her say it.

  "I'm falling in love, with each one of you. And I want this to last. And I'm terrified of what will happen."

  I hold her as Alex kisses her, and Wade brings her in for a hug.

  "It's alright Zeva. We love you too,” he says, and it suddenly becomes real. Too real. I can feel that bond. We are meant to be together. Three best friends, hardened riders, and one beautiful centerpiece, Zeva.

  "Definitely," Wade agrees.

  "You know…it’s the truth. I've fallen for you," Alex says.

  "So," I say. "This is really happening. I am cool with this," I kiss her cheek. "As long as I get some one on one time."

  She pulls me in for a long, deep kiss. "Of course, I think that can be arranged for each of you."

  And so…this is how it happens.

  Come hell or high water…

  She's ours.

  Zeva

  “Come with me, I want to show you something,” Wade says, taking my hand and beginning to lead me out of the room. The four of us make our way to a set of stairs leading down into what I assume is the basement. I quirk an eyebrow at him, but he says nothing, leading me down the stairs as Jason and Alex follow behind. He opens a door at the bottom of the stairs and as I step in, I gasp at the sight before me.

  The entire subterranean room is filled with sex furniture. I’m not talking beds, though there is one in the center of the far wall… but racks and other devices I don’t even have a name for. I slowly turn, looking around at all the different implements in every direction. I give out a surprised laugh.

  “What is this, Wade?”

  He looks at me with a little smile, his expression unreadable.

  “This is my dungeon.”

  My jaw almost drops. I think about laughing again but I can see from his face that he’s very serious. Instead, I take another look around, imagining what can be done with the iron and leather devices surrounding me. I think back to the way he caressed the choker around my neck in my bedroom that night they all came to visit me. I should've known he was into bondage but… I would never have expected this.

  Jason and Alex have wandered off to examine toys around the room. Jason whistles as he takes a riding crop down from the wall and gives it a little whack on his hand. He looks at me with a cheeky grin and waggles his eyebrows, as irreverent as always. Alex is running his hands over what looks like a sawhorse padded with leather, a thoughtful look on his face. I turn back to Wade, a mixture of emotions swirling around inside me. Confusion, intimidation, amusement … and excitement? He returns my gaze with an understanding expression, walking toward me with something in his hands.

  As he comes to stand in front of me, he shows me what he’s holding. A black leather collar, fitted with an o-ring and a long, sturdy silver chain. He holds it up for me to look it over.

  “May I?” he says, looking at my face to read my expression.

  I bite my lip as I look down at it. On the one hand, all this is beyond my wildest fantasies. I don’t even know what half of this stuff is. On the other hand … just the way he looks at me, the way Alex’s hands caress the leather, the way Jason grins in the sexiest, most wicked way… I’m already getting turned on. I sweep my hair up off my shoulders and hold it to my head, giving Wade access to my neck with a smile. Whatever he has planned, I’m sure it’s going to be an exquisite, educational night just like it always is. As the cool leather circles my neck, a little chill runs down my spine. The other two have come to stand behind Wade, watching as he fastens the buckle behind my head.

  As Wade drops his hands from my neck, he winds the chain around his fingers and tugs it firmly, pulling me close to him.

  “Do you trust me, Zeva?”

  “Absolutely,” I say without hesitation, looking up into his gorgeous eyes.

  The smile he gives me shoots straight to my pussy, making my clit throb with desire. He starts to pull me along through the room, navigating me to a large square frame made of black steel.

  “As much as I would love to put you through your paces on each and every piece of gear in this room… I thought we could start small. Boys, I’d like you to help me out on this one. I think I’d like to watch for a little while,” Wade says. His tone has changed. Though he's normally authoritative in an incredibly sexy way, it’s different now. Still sexy, but even more firm, as if he knows that each of us will do exactly as he says, he doesn’t even give it a second though. He hands the lead off to Alex, and goes to take a seat in a black leather chair facing the black frame.

  “Alright, Zeva, strip for me. Leave your thong,” Wade says as he settles into the chair to watch, my one-man audience. I realize my hands are shaking as I slip the straps of my dress off my arms and wiggle out of it, letting it fall to the floor. Next, I kick off my shoes, letting them skitter away across the floor. My nipples perk up as the air in the room hits them, and I stand there in my thong, waiting to see what happens. Wade’s eyes roam over my body and I can feel his possession of me in his gaze. My pussy is already starting to get slick and dark with arousal.

  “Jason, Alex … strap her to the rack. There are leather cuffs on either side.”

  Jason and Alex each take me by my wrists and bring me to the rack, cuffing them to the frame, my arms stretched out at a slight downward angle. My fingers graze the cold steel of the frame, my wrists tugging to test the give of my restraints. There is hardly any slack, so I wrap my hands around the frame and grip tight. Though I'm not very restrained and not at all uncomfortable, my body starts to shiver already, Goosebumps rising on my skin. I'm completely at their mercy now, and I'm turned on more than I ever have been in my life.

  “Okay, Zeva, we’re going to keep the game very simple tonight. You have one rule. You may absolutely not come without my permission,” Wade says. The unfamiliar tone in his voice wraps around me like black velvet and I know that when he speaks to me like that, I’ll do anything he says. I nod my head to him, shifting from one foot to the other nervously.

  “Okay boys, you can play with her now. Don’t hold back. I want to hear her begging us to cum with every breath.”

  Jason and Alex turn on me, grinning like wolves circling prey. Jason gets down on one knee. He slides his hands down over my hips and legs. When he reaches my feet, his hands climb slowly back up. I can see why Wade chose this. With Jason and Alex stroking and teasing me like this, with me unable to touch them, I think I might go crazy. Alex moves behind her. His fingertips travel down my back and over my ass, tracking the curves of my ass cheeks carefully as if memorizing them with his hands.

  Jason’s hands move up my body, avoiding my pussy. His dip into the curve of my waist and slide up over my ribs, reaching my tits and squeezing them gently in his hands, massaging them with slight pressure. My lips part in a soft moan, my head falling back as I feel the two of them stroking my skin, lighting up my body with need.

  Alex turns my face toward him from behind and takes my lips in a kiss. His tongue slips between my teeth and massages my own, tasting me gently. His hands massage my thighs as Jason’s close around my nipples, pinching and pulling on them. The feeling shoots straight through my body, making me raise up onto the tips of my toes, my back arching into Alex. Just as I start to moan and buck my hips, Alex and Jason release me. The two men make eye contact, giving each other a mischievous grin. I look ov
er Jason’s shoulder at Wade, who is sitting in the chair watching with a dark expression, a smile on his face.

  Not allowing me to be distracted, Jason pinches each of my nipples between finger and thumb, torturing them unforgivingly, drawing several loud moans from my lips. Alex grabs the inside of my thighs, squeezing and kneading my flesh but still very careful not to touch my pussy. I bite down on my lip in frustration, gripping the frame and lifting my feet up off the ground and wrap them around Jason’s waist, drawing him toward me as he and Alex laugh.

  “Can’t wait any longer, hmm?” Jason says softly, grinding his body against me. He reaches between us and unfastens his pants, freeing his cock. I gasp softly and rub against him, shaking my head.

  “Please fuck me! I’m so ready.”

  He looks into my eyes and runs a finger over my bottom lip.

  “I just can’t say no to you, love.”

  He gives me a smile as his cock slides inside me in one smooth, slow motion all the way to the hilt. I scream out in pleasure as my pussy clamps down around him in excitement. We stay there for a moment, feeling each one, both breathing heavily. As my pussy warms and stretches around his cock, I turn to look over my shoulder at Alex.

  “I need to feel you too! I love you! I love all of you so much!”

  Alex slides his fingers between my thighs, kissing my cheek gently. His fingers scoop some of the wetness running down my legs and use it to lubricate my asshole. I hear his belt jingle as he opens his pants. As his cock presses up against my asshole, I scream again with desire, and as it sinks inside me, sliding up next to Jason’s cock inside my body, my eyes roll back. Once both men are fully inside me, I bounce a little, feeling them rub against my inner walls. A beautiful pressure starts to build up inside my body almost immediately.