Page 144 of Jace
My instincts are right. From years of watching people from his spot at Delta’s door, Jace can capture personalities.
He redirects us, asking the queens to stand in a line in front of the thrones. He couples Vale with Wren at one end of the line and Ruby with Delphine at the other, having the pairs face one another, softly embracing.
In the middle of the line, Jace positions Zar, telling him to wrap his arm around my waist on his right and Alena’s on his left as we turn our bodies toward him, pressing our palms over his granite chest.
Then the seven of us snuggle in closely together, making a rainbow of hair, heights, and colored slips, anchored by Zar.
“Alright, now, Vale…” Jace looks through his viewfinder, “lean a bit forward and reach around Wren and lift Viv’s slip. Caress her ass cheek, while Wren, you nestle into Vale, tits to tits. Make it cute, not hot.”
With his beefy arms crossed, Nick chuckles. “Since when are our queensnothot? Especially together?”
“Touché,” Delphine coos. “I do this, Jace? I touch Alena’s ass for you?”
Delphine reaches around Ruby, barely lifting Alena’s emerald slip to caress her bare hip.
“Jesus, fuck,” Nash mutters.
But it’s not hot, it’s warm between us. Touching Zar’s chest and snuggled back-to-back with Wren, Vale’s hand is on my hip, and I feel wrapped in an empowering intimacy.
Together, the queens are invincible.
Our power palpable.
I never had this many true friends. Ones who’ve fought for me as much as I’ll fight for them.
“Now, just be our queens.” Jace adjusts his lens, directing, “Laugh, sass, give us smiles and sexy eyes and fucking hell.”
“You know, like kittens with lioness claws,” Loch perfectly suggests.
I focus on Jace’s lens, loving his wide smile behind the clicking camera with his hot body aimed at me. His manhood half firm, half focused on the task.
“Yeah, Smokeshow. You’re fucking beautiful,” he praises me, then, “Yes, my queens, like that. Look at each other, then look at me.”
“No, look at ourkings,” Wren whispers over my shoulder. She’s right. Standing in their boxers with their arms crossed, they flank Jace like a half-naked, inked army. “You’re so lucky, Vivian.” She sighs. “I wish it weremyinitiation night again.”
I wonder aloud, “Do you ever do it again or…”
“I think we should,” Zar adds. “I lovelovingour kings.”
“I agree,” Vale murmurs. “Now that you’re the final one, Vivian, maybe we can start a new tradition.”
“Poison,” Nash grumbles sweetly, “what world-domination are you queens conspiring to over there?”
“We think we should fuck more!” Wren chirps. “Together!”
I laugh. We all do, and Jace’s shutter goes wild.
“Ithink it’s only fair,” Alena asserts. “Vivian and I haven’t really been able to… You know.”
“Oh, weknow, Babygirl.” Loch sounds enthused, if not outright endorsing this erotic idea.
Axel grins, cocking a dark brow. “So what are our queens proposing?”
“We aren’t proposing; we’ve decided,” Ruby counters like a lawyer, like her husband. “The queens shall initiate a new ritual where we’ll renew our bonds occasionally.”
“Withboundaries,” Nash decrees.
“Always,” Loch concurs.
