I entered the chamber, the heavy door clicking shut behind me with a finality that echoed my triumph.
The air was warm, thick with the scent of beeswax candles and fresh linens, the massive bed dominating the space like a throne of silk sheets.
I was really excited for this night. A predator like me will prey on the two lambs, who became my husbands today.
My new husbands—Georgien and Hayden—sat side by side on its edge, still clad in their wedding gowns, the white silk pooling around their thighs. Their veils had been discarded, platinum hair gleaming from the Imperial Binding, faces flushed with that perfect mix of devotion and lingering nerves.
I shrugged off my tailored suit jacket first, letting it slide from my shoulders to the floor in a whisper of fine wool, then unbuttoned my crisp white shirt with deliberate slowness, exposing the smooth curve of my collarbone, the swell of my breasts freed from their confines.
