Page 42 of Queen Takes Queen
“I guess you’re wanting to put on a good show, huh, D.” Lazily, Ezra reached around my waist and wrapped one of his beefy hands around my dick. He didn’t stroke or even squeeze me. That wasn’t why he took hold ofme.
It wasn’t about pleasure, though I loved histouch.
It was aboutcontrol.
Which was why I always wanted alphas or at least big, powerful dominants. I wanted to be wild and silly and out of control and bratty and even dangerous. I wanted to scratch, wrestle, fight, and still know that my partner had control of the situation. That if I fell, my partner had me. Even if I fellapart.
I braced my hands on the mattress, though I managed to slip one hand up beneath Shara’s lower leg so I was at least touching her a little. I let my head drop down, my hair falling in my eyes. Then I gave complete and utter control of my body toEzra.
He used my dick like a steering wheel and a gear shift. Revving me up, slowing me down, making me change gears. He pulled me back deeper into his lap, shifting so I basically sat on his fat dick with my knees barely touching the bed. And he rocked me. He stroked me. He pulled me back by my hair and nuzzled my throat and bit my ear hard enough that I hissed athim.
“Ah, there’s the bad kitty. Look at our queen while I fuckyou.”
I groaned, because I knew seeing the heat in her eyes would only make me crazier. I squeezed my eyes shut, tight, refusing to look. I wanted him to makeme.
Goose bumps raced up and down my arms, waiting for him to set the hook. He’d only teased me a bitearlier.
“The hook?” Shara asked, picking up my thoughts in thebond.
Her voice stroked over me like thousands of fingers. I knew she was watching. I knew she was turned on. Fuck. I wanted to see that heat in her glorious eyes, the flaming destruction of thousands of falling stars streaking across a midnight sky. But if I looked at her, it’d be over. I’d fight to touch her, and Ezra would pop that hook, and I’d bedone.
“Some species’ males are equipped with another biological miracle that improves their odds of reproduction.” Fuck, Ezra even sounded gruffly sexy when lecturing like a college professor. “The Great Bear gave her male descendants a hook to maximize my mate’s pleasure and keep her entertained long enough to ensure my swimmers get to their destination. But oddly enough, the hook works fucking great on guys too. Doesn’t it,D?”
I didn’t answer. I didn’t open my eyes like he’d said. He didn’t have to see my face to know I’d disobeyed him. He knew me too well to actually expect me to meekly do as hesaid.
“Though it’s not really a hook with a pointy end,” Ezra continued in that gruff, lazy voice, slowly rocking deep inside me. “It’s more of a ring that flares off the head of my dick. So what’s already stretching our fine purring kitty will suddenly grow and press on new territory. And won’t let me pull out at all. Not until I’m done. Or nature’sdone.”
I tried not to whimper as the memory of what that hook felt like washed over me. Heat prickled up and down my arms, making meshiver.
“There’s a damned good reason there are plenty of Ursulas left in this world. My goddess sure knew what the fuck she was doing when she createdus.”
He pushed deep and released the hook. My back arched viciously and I pierced through my lip to keep from bellowing at the top of my lungs. Fuck. It felt like the tip of his dick suddenly blew up a hundred timeslarger.
And being a big, strong grizzly bear with plenty of dominance, he squeezed me down hard on that swollen dick and wouldn’t let me move an inch to relieve thepressure.
I thrashed in his arms. Tore at the bedding. Strained to break his fiercegrip.
“You’re scaring our queen,” he barked out against my ear. “She thinks you’re scared, or that I’m hurting you. If she blasts me to save you, I’m going to be fuckingpissed.”
“Not scared,” I panted, forcing my eyes open. I could only imagine what I looked like. Eyes glazed over, lips swollen, cheeks red, sweaty and frantic and twitchy. Like I’d taken a massive snort of cocaine. “Or hurt.Shara.”
Staring at me, she licked her lip, showing the fangs that had descended again. It made me twitch and fight again, because I wanted those fangs in me. If she bit me, I’d at least come and he couldn’t squeeze my dick any more. “You’reokay?”
Ezra shifted beneath me, making me yelp and scramble frantically again, my arms windmilling desperately. I wanted something to hold onto. I lunged toward her, but he sensed my intention and dragged me back tight against him, refusing to let me get even a finger onher.
“Oh no, you don’t, D. You’re going to sit right here and watch her squeeze every drop of come out of our alpha. I hope and pray she’ll sink those glorious fangs in me and make me come inside you. Then I’ll let you go but notbefore.”
Rik lifted his hips in a slow, circular swirl that made her eyes roll back in her head. She groaned deep in her throat and smoothed her palms over his chest and shoulders. She leaned forward, changing the angle so she could grind her clit on him. Her pleasure rose, a punishing wave that rode the fine line between too much and too fucking good that made me insane. I was right there with her, tiptoeing down that razor blade edge. So fucking good it was impossible. Too much. No one could absorb so much sensation without losing their fucking mind. It was more than I could endure, and it went on andon.
“Give me some of that kitty cat blood,” Ezramurmured.
I turned my head, craning my neck so he could run his tongue in a wide swath across my jaw and chin, licking up my blood from my bleedinglip.
“You taste damned good, D. But not as good as ourqueen.”
Fuck, yeah, nothing tasted as good as her. I wanted to agree. I wanted to tell him to wait until he had a taste of her when she was breeding. The rush of power that had flooded me every time she let me taste that dark, rich blood flowing from her pussy. I’d lick her eagerly every day and love the hell out ofit…
But I’d do just about anything to get my tongue on her when she was breeding. Anything atall.
