“Is this what you want, Angel?” I focus on her while he preps my hard cock to fuck him. Damn, it’s hot. “You want to see how hard I can make his dick while I fuck his ass?”

“Yes, my Lord.” Wren starts fingering herself, and I grin, the goddamn luckiest man alive.

This is not our toy’s first time. Quickly, he kneels on the sofa, putting his ass up for me, and his face between Wren’s spread legs.

Taking a bottle of lube from the table, I pour it down his crack.

I set the bottle down and fist my base, climbing between his muscular legs, admiring his puckered, shaven hole as I tease it with my sheathed tip.

“Tell me what you want because I’m going to fucking give it to you and get my wife off. ”

“Breed me, Daddy.” His voice is gruff and deep, his back arching open for me. “Pound my ass with that big dick.”

Wren moans, and I give her and him what they want. For minutes, we’re in a lewd daze. Her eyes, glued to mine. Her stare, combing my flexing body while I grab a man’s broad shoulders and fuck his ass as hard as I can.

He grunts into her pussy, licking it. She sinks her hand into his hair, making him do it. I sweat, growling, wanting to fucking kill him for touching her as she writhes, moaning and coming on his face, and that only makes me fuck his gaping ass harder.

“Come here, boy.” I yank him up, snaking my arm around his neck, choking him just enough to get us off. “Do you have my wife’s cum on your lips?”

“Uh…. Uh…” He doesn’t know how to answer as I thrust into his ass. He cries out, screaming, moaning, gasping, satisfied with each thrust, my skin, slapping his cheeks.

“Do you?” I squeeze his neck harder. He’s as tall as me, as big as me, and that makes this even hotter, sweatier. A fight like we want it—a helluva show for those watching us. “Answer me, boy,” I hiss into his ear. “Did you taste my wife’s pussy? The pussy that belongs to me?”

“Yes, Daddy,” he cries out, jerking his hard cock off.

Wren’s watching and writhing, her fingers strumming her swollen clit.

Fuck, I’ll kill for her. Fuck, she’s mine. Goddamn, I’m fighting one urge and fucking the other.

“You need to fucking pay for it,” I growl. “You’re lucky I don’t kill you. Want me to breed your ass instead, for touching my hot wife?”

“Oh fuck, yes, Pastor,” he groans, jerking faster. “Punish me. Breed me with that big dick.”

I swat his hand away. “Don’t touch it.” I hammer my hips, snarling in his ear, “I’m going to breed this ass so hard, you can’t fight me.

You’re gonna show them how sweet her pussy tastes, you wanted to take my big dick for it.

” Wren moans. “You’re gonna come for us, aren’t you?

” I choke him harder. “Say God. Say my name while you come so hard with my dick pounding your ass.”

“Oh fuck. Oh, God. Oh fuck, yes, I’m coming. I’m coming.” His bouncing hard cock spurts everywhere. Way too much and making me murderous.

I palm his skull. “Clean it up. Lick your cum off my wife. Now.”

Wren loves this. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve seen her come, watching me do this for her. For us. Even our toy is moaning.

He licks, his impressive dick barely deflating while he cleans his cum off Wren’s thighs and pussy.

“That’s enough.” I yank him away. Then I pause, checking his eyes. “You good?”

“Very. Thank you.” He licks his glossed lips, grinning. Sweating. His massive chest, heaving.

“You ready for my turn?” I ask him.

He grabs a condom. “Give me a few minutes, and yeah, I will be.”

“Your turn?” Wren asks, curious, while I snap off my condom.

I didn’t come. I always save it for her. With the wipes on the table, I clean myself before climbing on top of her. Kissing her. “We’re going to try something new tonight. Me and my wife.”

She reaches up, cupping my jaw. “New?”

“Yeah.” I kiss her again. And again. And again, before I reveal, “I’m going to fuck you while he fucks me.”

“Oh my God, Sire,” she sighs over my lips. “You want that?”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve bottomed, but yeah. I want it. I told him to do this, that I want to feel this with you.” I nuzzle her nose. The crowd disappears. The world falls away when I stare into her eyes. “Everything, Wren. We share everything until the end. Promise me.”

“I promise.” She rises for me, kissing me. Then, she reaches, surprising me as she tugs the cups of her bra down, exposing her full breasts. “Everything, Sire,” she sighs. “Everything I have is yours.”

“Oh, fuck, Angel. I love you,” I sigh at her vulnerability with me. Her bravery with me. How she’s given everything to me, too. Trusting. Loving. She’s mine.

Wren kisses me again, our mingled breath going from tender to heated when she reaches down, stroking my hard dick. “You sure you want to do this?”

“Fuck yeah, I’m sure.”

I’m very sure when our toy starts licking my ass. I’m damn sure when she teases my swollen tip over her hard, slick clit at the same time. We play and tease until our toy asks, “You ready?”

I gaze down at Wren, at my world. “Yeah, I’m ready.” He pours lube over my ass while I slowly thrust inside her.

“Oh God,” Wren cries out. “Oh God, Sire, I’m gonna come.”

“Wait for me, Angel. I won’t last long.”

She grabs a breath, nodding, edging. With her tight wet heat clenching my dick, once I feel his sheathed tip, teasing into my ass, I groan, “Fuck. Fuck.”

“Tell me.” Our toy is good. He echoes my taunt, “Tell me what you want because I’m going to fucking give it to you while you get your wife off.”

He grabs my hips while I thrust into Wren. I kneel with my arms braced, my body planked over hers. I watch as she palms my chest, hanging on. Fuck, she’s beautiful. Her eyes, anchored to mine. Her legs, open and trembling. Her lips, parted and shaking. Her pussy, wet and taking me.

My lips shake, too, feeling him breach my entrance. “Fuck,” I grunt. “Fuck yes. Fuck my ass hard and make me breed my wife.”

“Oh God,” Wren arches, her orgasm threatening.

“Edge, Angel. Edge,” I urge, but then I can’t breathe, feeling the invasion. The stretch. The eye-rolling pain that burns into pleasure because Wren’s pussy chokes my cock while I take a long dick in my ass.

“Fuck, yeah, Pastor,” he sighs. “Oh fuck, your tight ass is hot.”

He slowly thrusts inside me, and for a moment, I can’t move until we find our breath.

Our rhythm. Our bodies, receiving. Taking.

Connected. Me and Wren, together, until she’s shaking.

I’m shaking. My legs. My lips. This pleasure will make me fall into a million pieces for my wife, and it’s where I belong.

With her, whole. With her, broken. With her, dying. With her, alive.

“Harder.” My dick swells. The pleasure in my ass is too much. I’m at the point of no return, needing it to be our end, our beginning. The white heat in my spine, ready to burst. My dick, my voice, demanding, “Fuck my ass harder. Make me come so fucking hard inside her pussy.”

“Sire, I’m coming.” Wren thrashes, sinking her nails into my straining pecs. “Uhh. Fuck. I can’t stop it. I’m coming. Oh, God!”

She screams, crying out, her orgasm making her buck, and I lose it. All time. All place. All pain. It’s gone while I groan, letting go inside her. Only her. Only Wren. Only us. Forever.

Carefully, he leaves my body, but I don’t leave hers. I roll us onto our sides, my back to the club, her head to my chest. “Fuck, Angel,” I sigh into her curls. “Fuck, I love you. Only you.”

Panting, she kisses my sweaty chest until she’s softly laughing.

I lift her chin. “What’s so funny?”

She climbs up, reaching her lips for mine. “We need to make this a bi-annual thing.”

I laugh. “Good one.”

Getting dressed, Christian laughs, too. “Damn. I hope I find my angel, too, one day.”

Wren pops her head up, answering him, “You will. Go to Dollywood. You’ll find her … or him there.”

“Dollywood? Really?” He chuckles. “Okay, I’ll check it out.”

He leaves while I nuzzle her neck. “I’m surprised you didn’t sing a little Dolly for him, too.”

She sighs, “No, I save my pina coladas and getting caught in the rain for you.”

I jerk up, gazing down at her. “What did you just say?”

She bats her lashes. “Nothing.”

I narrow my eyes. “So, you do know the right lyrics? You just fuck ‘em up to make us laugh.”

Her fingertip shhhs my lips. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” With a kiss, she demands, “Let’s go. I miss her already.”

Quickly, we dress because I’m missing her, too. This is our first night away from Bluebelle.

But yeah.

This will be a bi-annual thing.

Taking her hand, we work through the crowd. On a Saturday night, it’s a big one.

I’m focused on the door, but Wren halts, yanking my hand.

“Oh my God,” she gasps, and I turn to see her frozen, watching a couple with a crowd gathered around them, too.

It’s hot. It’s a big man in a black spandex fetish hood. No shirt. Just worn jeans and a jacked body.

He’s playing with a woman, standing naked and wearing a fetish mask, too. It looks like he’s using every toy to please her for their audience.

“Look,” Wren chokes, almost in pain. “It’s him!”

“Who?”

“Loch! The devil on his chest; I’d know one of my kings anywhere. Oh my God.” She shakes her head, covering her eyes. “That asshole. He’s getting his pleasure Dom kink off and cheating on sweet Alena.”

Squinting my eyes, I look closely, reading the ink down his body. The seven lions across his obliques.

Yes, I’d know one of my brothers anywhere, too. Sure, I knew Loch had his kinks. Never did I think he’d cheat on his innocent woman, though. She’s practically our princess.

“I’m gonna fucking kill him.” Charging across the room, I elbow people aside. In seconds, I’m grabbing his arm and whipping him around.

“You fucking dick,” I seethe. “You’re dead.”

Under his mask, his blue eyes shock wide open. It takes him a second to see me.

“Shit, man,” he huffs. “It’s not what you think.”

“I don’t need to think.” I get in his face as Wren joins me. “We can fucking see what you’re doing.”

“I can’t believe it. You? Of all my kings.” Wren shoves him. She’s so tiny, he doesn’t move. But her fury makes him flinch. “I can’t believe you’d do this to her, and don’t think I won’t tell her. Don’t think I won’t beat your ass for hurting her too, and—”

“Wren.” A woman’s voice calls from under the fetish mask. Yanking it off, a cascade of thick tawny hair tumbles down. “It’s me.”

We stammer in unison.

“Alena?”