Page 22 of Queen Takes Rook
The resonance deep inside me confirmed the thought. Isis, Coatlicue, and Morrigan would feel our pleasure as the trees feasted on our blood.
No wonder they wanted the heart tree grown in both groves.
I twisted around to reach his legs. His erection brushed my stomach and breasts as I reached out to cut both of his thighs down to his knees. I wasn’t sure where the tendons and muscles were beneath the skin, so I had to hope the goddesses guided my hand, or would at least help me heal him back to full strength.
I’d feel terrible if I caused him to walk with a limp, or gave him long-term pain from a badly healed injury.
:Please,:he whispered in the bond, his voice trembling.:Let me feel your touch just once.:
He still thought I was going to kill him. Maybe I would. I wasn’t sure how far the goddesses would take this sacrifice. But I fully intended to make sure he enjoyed it as much as possible, and more importantly, that I would do my best to heal whatever damage I caused.
But I could certainly make sure this virgin knew the touch of his queen before he died.
I wrapped my bleeding palm around his dick and pulled him through my fist. His hips jerked and he groaned like I’d plunged the blade to the hilt in his abdomen.
:Yes, please.:
I thought he wanted more of my touch on his dick. What man wouldn’t? I pumped him a bit harder, but he groaned and tossed beneath me.
:The knife. Please. I’ll come as hard as when you bit me.:
For the first time, I hesitated, my stomach trembling with a sudden flood of anxiety.
Hewantedme to stab him. To bury his own knife in his body.
He wanted it enough to beg, something that wouldn’t come easily to such an old, powerful Aima male who’d contemplated trying to overthrow my impressive alpha just nights ago.
His erection was as big as ever. His bond, wide open to me. The pain from the cuts had fired his lust to new heights.
Pain. Blood. The memory he’d shared flickered through my mind, how they’d had to beat him to subdue him enough to get him off the sib he was trying to share blood with.
Pain aroused him. Even deadly pain, like a knife sinking into him.
I’d been fully prepared to share some rough, bloody lovemaking with him, but he really did want me to kill him, or at least come close to it.
Goddess.
How the fuck did I come to terms with killing him while I fucked him? Every single time? And what would the rest of my Blood think?
:We think that you’re queen enough to give him exactly what he wants most of all,:Rik answered in my head.:If he takes pleasure in it, who cares?:
I cared.:He doesn’t want to be a darkness just to remind me of the light. How can I stab him like that when making love? It’s…:
My brain wanted to say,“It’s horrible,”but my body had other ideas.
So many things were “horrible” to my human sensibilities. Tasting blood. Especially menstrual blood, but Rik and Daire had reveled in my period every chance I’d given them. Biting, sinking teeth deeply into flesh. Poisoning Rik and ultimately killing him. Watching Rik squeeze off Mehen’s air while he fucked my mighty dragon into submission.
Goddess, that had been so hot that even now the memory was almost enough to make me come. And it hadn’t been horrible, not in the slightest, though my brain floundered, trying to point fingers at what Itztli requested of me.
He requested it.
He consented to it.
He needed me to sink a knife into his body.
Even if I didn’t fully understand why or how he could feel pleasure in it.
Holding his bond so I would sense the slightest hesitation or negative feeling, I cut him again, this time on his biceps. I felt the searing cut sliding across his skin, separating tissue. A white-hot branding iron tore through him, and the immediate surge of need poured through his body.
