Page 63 of Queen Takes Queen
Shifting my weight forward a bit, I braced my hands on his thighs. He smoothed his hands down my back, his fingers and thumbs kneading my muscles. Goddess, I loved his hands, the slow, steady, firm stroke of his fingers. He knew exactly how to touch me. Hard, firm, but then gentle and slow. The punishing strength of a giant. My alpha, with enough power in his big body to hold down a dragon so I could fuckhim.
Yet so incredibly tender when he touchedme.
"Motherfucker," Mehen growled, his breathing loud. It sounded like they were almost underneath thebed.
"Cocksucker," Daire snarledback.
"No, that's going to be you, you little fuck. You're denying our queen her viewingpleasure."
With a loud heave, Mehen surged up back into my line of vision and slammed Daire onto his stomach on the edge of the bed. Mehen gripped a handful of Daire's hair and had his other arm locked around his waist, using his weight to hold himdown.
"There's not enough room for you two up here," Rik said in a mild rumble. "Especially if you're going towrestle."
Both of them were bleeding, and ironically, it looked as though Mehen had taken the most damage. He had wide swaths of claw marks on his shoulders and chest, and a nasty-looking bite on his right forearm that wasn't entirely human looking and certainly not two neat Aimapunctures.
"I don't need a lot of room," Mehen growled, bearing down harder on the otherman.
Daire writhed beneath him like a slippery eel and managed to break Mehen's grip on his waist. Claws unsheathed with a fierce growl rattling in his throat, Daire slashed at the other man'sface.
I gasped. I couldn't help it. I could all too easily envision torn flesh, skin sagging down in strips. I'd seen what kind of damage Daire was capable of. For all his purring and playful cat personality, he'd not hesitated one second when Ra's skeletons had attacked us. He'd charged in and ripped the lead skeleton's arm completely off. Even when he took a sword through the chest to protectme.
Mehen twisted his face aside at the last minute. "Good. You turned around forme."
He wrapped his hand deeper into Daire's hair and jerked his head sharply to the side, throwing him off balance. Which made it easier for him to pin Daire between the aggressive weight of his body and the mattress behind him. He stood over Daire, his thighs locked on either side of his body, squeezing the life out of him until Daire finally ceased struggling, though his body still vibrated withtension.
"Open your fucking mouth," Mehen growled, giving his head anotherjerk.
Daire stuck his tongue out and then clamped his lips shut firmly.:Makeme.:
Mehen punched him in the side hard enough that Daire's breath whistled out on agroan.
I stiffened, afraid this struggle was getting out of hand. But Rik soothed me with his hands, settling me back against him.:They'refine.:
:But hisribs...:
:He'sfine.:
And Daire was. I felt his rising lust in the bond. The meaner Mehen got, and the harder he hit him, pinned him, the more Daire struggled. That was his favoritepart.
I remembered our first night with all three of us together. How Rik had pinned Daire’s arms for me so I could torment him while Rik fucked him. The harder he struggled, the harder Rik had squeezed him. Daire had blooded him too, but Rik had onlylaughed.
Mehen wasn't laughing. But his bond raged with emotion. Lust I expected. The mighty dragon had made it clear he'd fuck anyone, or let any of us fuck him. Hundreds of years trapped in a dragon prison would do that to a person. His desire sharpened with a rabid hunger that made him borderlinedangerous.
Which Daire fucking lovedtoo.
Mehen punched him again, making him grunt through tight lips. Again. "Open that fucking mouth, D. So I can stuffit."
Daire glared at him mutinously. So Mehen smacked him right in the mouth. Drawingblood.
I quivered and started to fight free of Rik's arms myself, but he held me firmly, murmuring softly in my ear. "Look at him, Shara. Really look athim."
Panting, I watched as Mehen bent and licked the splatter of blood from Daire's shoulder. His tongue swiped over Daire's chin. The corner of his mouth. Across his lips. Licking, rumbling, Mehen coaxed his lips into softening enough for him to sink his tongue deep into the other man'smouth.
Oh. My. Smoking. Hot. Fuck.Alert.
Mehen pinned Daire's head back at a painful angle, using his whole body to crush Daire against the mattress. He shoved his tongue deep into Daire's mouth. Tongue fucking him. And Daire melted against him like a cat settling in to lick up a bowl ofcream.
Lifting his head, Mehen looked up at me, his eyes glittering emeralds. "There, my queen. Now the real showbegins."
