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When we arrived, Jeremiah opened the door for the Kings to get out first. I could feel the discomfort
pouring off them, especially off Theo as the crowd all dropped to one knee.
Once they were out, Michael took my hand, helping me step out of the car, before bowing and kissing
the back of my hand.
“My Queen, my Kings,” his voice was strong, confident, and loud enough that the crowds would have
heard him. “I’m delighted you could all join us. I’m sure you could all use a little break following the
drive, if you all follow me to the drawing room, where I’ve had afternoon tea arranged for you all.”
“Thank you, Michael,” I smiled, taking his offered arm.
My four Kings all felt unbelievably nervous, but Theo was easily the worst of the lot.
“Theo, you’ve got this,” I attempted to reassure him through our mate link. “I love you and the
Kingdom will love you too.”
“Thank you, Ava,” he replied, and the uncertainty in his voice broke my heart.
We all took our seats in the drawing room, with Michael disappearing to give us some privacy. My
mouth wouldn’t stop watering at the sight of the mini cakes he’d laid out for us… I was in cake-
heaven, and soon, I’d probably be in a cake-food-coma.
But there are worse ways to die than from excessive cake intake.
Fortunately, after the five of us went through a lot of tiny cakes and two large pots of tea, even Theo
started to relax. Just in time for Michael to come back. He bowed when he came in. I had tried to tell
him that he doesn’t need to when it’s just us, but like Jeremiah, he’s never going to listen.
“Your Highnesses,” he began. “We have a formal dinner this evening with the Kingdom’s dignitaries
and ministers, starting in three hours. Would you like me to show you all to the Crown Suite to
prepare?”
“No need, Michael. I know where to go,” I gave him a tense smile. I’d never been exactly subtle about
my disdain for the existing ministers, especially with the whole Elijah mess, so this would definitely
be a fun dinner.
“Of course,” he bowed. “We will need to announce at this dinner your intent to claim your throne, my
Queen. Whilst you are with us for this visit, we will also need to hold your formal ascension dinner
and ball. We can no longer put it off, my Queen, my Kings.”
Goddess, damn it.
“Of course, Michael.” I sighed. It was going to be an awful evening of pomp and pageantry. I just
want it over and done with. “We can host it Saturday night, Michael. That gives us just under 72 hours
to make arrangements.”
His face paled. I don’t think he expected me to agree to do it this soon, but at this point, it was a “jerk
the Bandaid off” situation.
“Of course, my Queen, I’ll make it happen.”
Once that was settled, the five of us made our way up to our suite. Noah, Oscar and Callum were
completely indifferent when we walked in, Theo, however, had an adorable excitable, shocked
expression. Our rooms at the packhouse were nice, but the Crown Suite was a whole world of
unnecessary opulence.
I walked straight into my walk-in closet, putting my tiara away and tugging the pins out of my hair,
letting it tumble down my back. I didn’t notice my Kings were watching my every move until I heard
them groan when I undid the zip of my dress and let it fall to the floor around my feet.
The dress had a corset back so I wasn’t wearing a bra, leaving me standing in front of them in just a
lace thong and black heels.
Theo moved quickly, ending up behind me, his hands on my hips, mouth teasing along the side of my
neck. I tilted my head to the side, encouraging him to carry on, my head falling back when his hands
moved to cup my breasts.
I moaned when he pinched my nipples, pleasure shooting through my body to my core when he
tugged them. I turned in his arms, wrapping mine around his neck, tiptoeing so I could press my lips
against his.
Theo moaned against my lips, his tongue sliding to duel with mine as he deepened the kiss. My
fingers fought with the buttons on his shirt whilst his lips devoured and conquered mine, leaving me
wet, hot and bothered in his arms.
I slipped his shirt off down his arms, before turning my attention to his fly. He’d kicked his shoes off,
so in no time at all, he stood in front of me gloriously naked.
I broke the kiss, just so I could run my eyes over the muscles of his chest and abdomen as my right
hand slid down his body until my fingers could wrap around his length. He groaned as I stroked him,
his head falling back when I picked up my pace.
Noah appeared behind me, fingers sliding into my thong where it sat on my hips, ripping the scrap of
fabric away from my body. Theo made a hand gesture that I didn’t quite catch, at which point Noah
grabbed my hands, pinning them behind my back with his right hand. His other hand tangled in my
hair, tugging my head back and angling my face so he could crash his lips into mine.
I was so distracted being at Noah’s mercy that I didn’t notice Theo had dropped to his knees in front
of me until his hands on my thighs tugged my legs apart and he hooked my right leg over his
shoulder.
His tongue slid straight across my core, his fingers parting my folds so he could devour my core as
Noah devoured my mouth.
Noah swallowed my cries and whimpers of pleasure as my orgasm got closer, my back arching and
body tensing in between them. As soon as Theo pushed two fingers inside me, the tips of his fingers
stroking that deliciously sensitive spot inside me, I exploded between them, Noah breaking the kiss
just to hear me scream Theo’s name.