Page 4 of Queen Takes Queen
So cold. I couldn’t understand why her lips didn’t freeze to mine. Why she still found my blood to taste, rather than a frozen river in my veins. “Yes, my queen. Whatever it is.Yes.”
She tightened her grip on me. Her fingers squeezed my neck, holding me close. One hand slid down my back, gripping my ass, pulling me into the searing heat of her body. Her thighs hugged me. Her mouth on mine. Heaven. The most exquisitetorture.
Her hips undulated in a slow roll against me, her fingers digging into me. Pulling me. Demanding. Something. Her lips were hard on mine. Her tongue slid into my mouth, risking my fangs. I couldn’t make them retract and I didn’t know why. I’d never bitten my queen until Shara. My fangs throbbed, extending even longer, vicious icicles that would tear her tongue and shred her lips. I would hurt her. Wound her. And not even meanit.
Rik would have my head on a plate if I hurt one hair on her head. I would serve it to himmyself.
She groaned, a soft aching sound that cracked something inside me. She needed. My queen. Mine. I fisted my hands in the bedding and ground harder against her. If I could not give her everything she desired, I would at least give her pleasure. She drank blood from my lips, but I drank her cries and sighs and moans, muffled only by my own mouth. More beautiful music I had never heard in my life. I wanted more of it. More cries.Louder.
The crack widened inside me, slicing me toribbons.
“Yes,” she groaned against mylips.
Blood. Her blood. I didn’t know if she punctured her lip, or if I did, but I could taste her on mytongue.
Ice shattered. Splintered. Jagged and sharp. I heard a guttural cry, a raw, raggedgrowl.
That rattledmychest.
Ihad made that sound. Me. The silent, invisiblekiller.
“I want to hear you, Xin.” She arched beneath me, her head rolling back, her throat bared. “Please. Show me. Tell me without words how much you love me. I want to hearit.”
My name on her lips. Her throat offered to me. With aplea.
I thrust deep, every muscle straining on a groan that hurt my vocal chords. Again. The headboard thudded against the wall with the force of my thrusts. I tried to draw back, spare her, but she’d have none of that. She kept saying my name. Aloud. Her eyes locked onme.
Seeingme.
Callingme.
My wolf snarled, my spine bulging with the effort of keeping him contained. Claws burst from my hands and I shredded the sheets. Better to destroy the bed than damage my queen. Though her nails raked down my spine and dug into my buttocks, urging me deeper, harder. Her words awhip.
“Yes, yes, Xin, please. Show me everything. Let mein.”
I was afraid I would hurt her—but I was the one who cracked open, broken in a millionpieces.
All the kills I’d made over centuries in Wu Tien’s name. Enough blood to fill an ocean. Wasted. Lives destroyed. Entire bloodlines lostforever.
So muchregret.
When I had become a killer who lived only for thehunt?
Emptiness. A million lifetimes lived alone—while surrounded by people. Unseen, unheard, untouched, unneeded. Until my queen pointed at me, and her alpha whispered a name in my head. A target. My prey tohunt.
Never my queen herself though. She’d never touched my bond, my mind, my body. Let alone myheart.
No wonder I lived for the kill. It was all I’d everhad.
I tried to find the boy I’d been. The boy who’d fled to the forgotten temple on the mountain. But that child had died long ago. I’d never known my mother or father. As customary in those times, I’d been taken from my home at age three and raised among the other candidates. I’d shown early promise. They’d seen the wolf in me. The predator who would kill and kill andkill.
Shara tightened around me, her pleasure rising in our bond. Shining like beacon in the dead of night, a star bright enough to dim the noonday sun. I didn’t want her to see the centuries stretched out like a graveyard with all the tombstones I’d wrought with my ownhands.
How could she love a killer like me? She would turn away. Exile me. I deservedit.
She sank her fangs into my chest and I roared with release. I jammed my dick deep into her. So deep. I wanted to disappear. Into her. Forever. Grunting with effort, I rutted on her like a mad beast, unable to stop coming. I sank my fangs into her throat and drank her pleasure directly from hervein.
In a vast, ancient forest, her scent floated through hoary, twisted trees heavy with vines and moss. A hint of laughter on the breeze. A challenge. My wolf darted after her into the shadows. Silent. Deadly.Hungry.
