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11.2-Home
Demona Maxwell**BE ADVISED* The MEN in my story have more of a BROMANCE. They DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT engage in boy-on-boy sexual acts. But do expect cuddling and the occasional forehead kisses as a sign of affection. However, the WOMEN in my story are all Bi.Sexual, so expect sultry and sexy with them. I hope you keep reading, and now back to the story.* I love that you have made it this far. What an exciting development for King Lorcan and his Queen. Yes, I know you want to get back Kimarhi's POV to find out what the heck is going on, and your wish is my command. The next update will hopefully drop tomorrow. Don't forget to drop a Gem if you have one.
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Fated to the Queen 12.2-Longing
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Fated to the Queen 13.1-Torn
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Fated to the Queen 13.2-Torn
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Fated to the Queen 14.2-Revelations
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Fated to the Queen 15.1-Acceptance
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Fated to the Queen 15.2-Acceptance
"We don’t have to go to bed, My Queen. Here is fine,” his lustful tone says he isn't waiting. "My Alpha. May I watch?" Xim asks, and his voice breaks the tension. His statement sets me on fire as his eyes lock on us excitedly. With that look, Lorcan forcefully opens my robe, exposing my breast. Not shy about it, I let him fondle me before Xim. Moaning from the sparks, I reply for Lorcan. “I think that’s a yes, you can watch,” I giggle, and Lorcan squeezes my breast harder, scratching at my skin. “Definitely a yes,” I growl this time. “Help your mistress to stand,” Lorcan demands after kissing my lips with such need. Xim sits up and takes my hand, lifting me to my feet. His face is perfectly placed at my pelvis, only the thin silk separating us from actual contact. But his warm hiss can be felt against my pulsing lower lips. The sensation is so inviting that I shimmy ever so slightly to tempt him, but Xim only blushes. Lorcan pulls my robe off my shoulders, letting it fall to the
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