Page 120 of Knightfall
“Alright. But the Blood Queen has a ring to it, doesn’t it?”
“No,” Connor responded.
“Bloss, the dragon killer?”
“How about Bloss, the spanked?” Ryan retorted with a yawn.
I pretended to pout. “You all are no fun at all.”
We are exhausted from saving your beautiful butt,Quinn said.
I turned in outrage, ready to lecture him.
Just joking, Dove. Let’s save the nicknames for a time when we’re not utterly spent.
We went to the royal wing together, bathed, and everyone piled into my bed. In under two minutes, we were all asleep.
* * *
The next morning, I woke to four naked men, standing at the foot of my bed, stroking themselves.
I yawned and stretched. “Well, if that isn’t a sight for sore eyes.”
“Your eyes aren’t going to be the only thing sore today, Wife,” Ryan said.
He walked forward and pulled me out of the bed. He hugged me to him for a moment before he set me down. Then Ryan tore at my clothes. He ripped my chemise in half with his bare hands and shoved it off my shoulders. It fell to the floor in a heap and I was left shivering in the brisk morning air.
Four pairs of eyes raked over every inch of me.
“Dearling,” Ryan murmured.
Declan came up and hugged me from behind as Ryan ran his hands over the newly healed scars on my thighs. Connor and Quinn came to stand on each side of me.
Ryan stroked the scars. “Never again, Dearling. You will never do that again.” His voice grew rough. “Say it.”
“Which part?”
“You’ll never come up with a stupid plan. Or get engaged to another man. Or fight a dragon. Or try to send us off—”
“That’s quite a list. What if I don’t have a choice?”
Ryan growled, his fingers curling around my thigh. His hands were so large he covered nearly half of it. His eyes burned down into mine. “Bad girls talk back. Say: I won’t put myself in danger again.”
“I won’t put myself in danger again … sir.”
Ryan groaned, and his fingertips dug into my thighs.
Declan pushed aside my hair and whispered in my ear. “Blossie, I think you need to be punished.”
Ryan roared and spun me around so that I was facing Declan. Declan held my hands and bent me forward so my breasts dangled. I had a clear view of his erect cock, pointed up at my mouth. But he wouldn’t lower me enough to let me touch it.
“Not yet,” Declan breathed. “You’re in trouble.”
Quinn stepped forward and cupped my right breast, squeezing softly. He released it so I felt the weight as it fell back toward the floor.
Bloss,he moaned in my head.
Having the three of them touch me all at once set off something wild inside me, something untamed. I hummed with need. My eyes sought out Connor, who was standing back, taking in the scene as Declan cuffed my wrists in his hands and Quinn bent and sucked my right nipple into his mouth.
