Page 68 of Queen Takes Queen
Shara groaned. “I don’t really care about fashion much. You pick. I’ll wearit.”
“Hmmm.” Gina surveyed the dresses of various lengths inside. “I take it you found something interesting last night, and you intend to put her feet to thefire.”
“You could saythat.”
“So something formidable and powerful, but not terrifyinglyso.”
She touched one of the dresses and wings fluttered in my mind. Not my raven’s, but mygoddess’s.
Gina had already moved several dresses down, still looking for the right outfit. I stepped closer and pulled the one Morrigan had liked. At first glance, it was a somber dark green with long sleeves and a high waist that didn’t really scream Shara’s style, though it was pretty enough. Almost business like with a modest length that would hit below her knees and a full layered skirt that managed to look filmy without looking fragile orrisque.
“This?”
I nodded. “Morrigan likes this one verymuch.”
“Then I’ll wear it,” Sharareplied.
“High heels or something more comfortable?” Ginaasked.
“Comfortable butformidable.”
Gina snorted. “Now that’s a tall order. Let’s see what we brought from Dallas. There were a few pairs that caught my eye and I’m sure we packed them, though they might still be in thejet.”
Shara knocked back half the cup of coffee, even though it was hot. “It’s not worth sending Angela up here for shoes. Whatever we have isfine.”
Gloriously naked and uncaring that we looked at her, she stood, her body like a Grecian statue. How could we not worship her with our eyes and our bodies and our mouths every chance she gave us? She was fucking gorgeous. A goddess in living breathing flesh. I brought the dress to her, expecting Rik to take over. Or Daire. He made himself useful like that quite often. But she turned around and held her arms up, waiting for me to drop the dress over herhead.
I swallowed hard. Dressing my queen was such an intimate thing. Something a human man might do for his wife, a small way to take care of her. Intimate, because I would know what she wore beneath that dress. Or rather, what she didn’t. “Do you want abra?”
Just saying it made my cheeks burn and Daire snickered beneath hisbreath.
She flashed a smile over her shoulder. “No. It’s too hot, and if I have to wear a fucking dress, I’m going to at least becomfortable.”
I slipped the gown over her head and helped her with the hook at the base of her neck. From the front, the dress was very conservative, but the back… It made me gulp, afraid she would be offended. Her entire back was bare, dipping deliciously low into a point that directed my gaze straight to the shadowed crevice at the top of herbuttocks.
Rik narrowed a hard look on me. “We’ve already got the twins to deal with, and you select a racy dress likethis?”
“It’s racy?” Shara peeked at the back in the mirror and her eyes widened. “Wow. Yeah. I can see why Morrigan liked it. It’s fine,Rik.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want those two idiots bothering you needlessly and all that skin…” His voice thickened, his eyes heating as he trailed a smoky look down herspine.
The dress was cut low enough that it was obvious that our queen wore nothing beneath it. No bra. No panties. Just sweet skin begging for a softcaress.
“We didn’t bring any green shoes along, but either of these black shoes will work.” Gina set two pairs of shoes out. One pair of simple flats with a bit of sparkle on the toes, and the other heels. “You said comfortable, so these heels aren’t too high. They shouldn’t be too much of a chore to walkin.”
Shara slipped her foot into one of each shoe and looked at herself in the mirror. “Yeah, the heels. I think I’ll be fine inthem.”
“Jewelry.” Gina set a heavy case on the bed and opened it, both sides sweeping out to reveal a fortune in stones and gold neatly compartmentalized inside. “I’m thinking something unexpected and understated, like the front of thedress.”
Shara looked at me, her eyes glowing with soft emotion that made my throat ache. “Let Nevarre pick. What does Morrigan want with thisdress?”
I held my hand out over the rings and necklaces and earrings, waiting until something made the fluttering noise inside my head again. I lifted out a heavy silver chain with an intricate twisted black wire tree medallion. Morrigan’s Grove. Of course. I slipped the chain around her neck and latched it for her. The tree hung perfectly in the center of her chest. Exactly where the large spiked thorn had puncturedher.
Rik handed her the cup and she sat back down on the side of the mattress, both hands wrapped around the cup. "Now it's yourturn."
"How dressy do you want us today?" Rik asked as we each headed to ourbags.
The only suit jacket I'd brought was the fancy tailed one. I didn't care to wear it again, but I'd do what my queen asked ofme.
