Page 23 of Queen Takes Rook
The dungeon door in the basement of his mind flew open, revealing his deepest, darkest desires.
Flayed. Stabbed. Cut open. The images flickered through his mind. While I rode his cock and screamed with release. I shuddered with dread, my mind flinching at the horror. But I didn’t pull away. I sat with his image in my head, adjusting to it. I’d taken him. I’d claimed him for my Blood.
It was my privilege and honor to take care of them, as they took care of me. They fed me, blood, power and body, whatever I needed. Without hesitation, they’d lay down their lives for me. How could I turn away from Itztli’s need, even if that need was something that made his own stomach churn with hatred and dread?
He hated this need. He hated himself. He was so sure that I would feel the same hatred, that he’d rather die than allow this monstrosity, as he believed himself to be, to taint me in any way.
I rose up enough to slide backward over his cock. Ever so slowly, I pushed him inside of me, enjoying the way he gasped and shuddered, his hands twisted, reaching for me despite the vines holding him in place. He looked up at me, his eyes black blazing pits of desire, his face stark in the moonlight.
Seated deep within me, he sucked in a shuddering breath and closed his eyes. He relaxed, all the tension and fight bleeding away, his face softening. When he finally opened his eyes to meet my gaze, his eyes were haunted with regret. Not because he regretted making the decision to allow me this sacrifice.
Instead, because now I must go through with killing him. He didn’t want to cause me pain or sadness, even if it was to put him out of his misery.
Swallowing a hard lump in my throat, I tightened my muscles and ground my clit against him, pushing my desire higher. I rocked on him, driving my hips harder. I let my head fall back on a ragged groan. Desire coiled inside me ever tighter. Pushing me closer to release.
He panted beneath me, his hips rising to meet mine, an involuntary rocking motion as old as time.:Thank you, my queen.:
The first wave of climax rolled through me. I closed my eyes.Isis, Great One, guide me.
:Thank you, my Blood.:
Without opening my eyes, I plunged the blade into his body.
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MEHEN
Well, fuck. I wasn’t the only Blood she’d stabbed now. Though I hadn’t been Blood when she stabbed me with her pocket knife to keep my dragon from draining her dry.
The Blood beneath her let out a mighty bellow of release, his back arching so hard that he pushed them both up off the tree’s branches. No one watching would mistake that sound for a scream of pain or denial or fear. Not with his hips jerking and spasming beneath her.
I wasn’t sure where she’d actually stabbed him. It didn’t matter. She could have sliced and diced his liver for all I cared. Isis’ last daughter would heal whatever damage she’d done, and Itztli had certainly enjoyed it.
Though the big bear looked a bit queasy. Daire pressed against Ezra, his arms around his waist, comforting him. I waited a minute to see if I felt a surge of jealousy or rage that the purring, sassy cat I’d fucked was cuddling up to another. Shockingly, I didn’t care. How could I? As long as our queen fucked me again, or at least asked me to her bed again, I couldn’t care less who else Daire fucked.
He had been mine, and likely would again, but only because I was hers, and we all belonged to her.
The gasps from the crowd made me focus on Shara again. She jerked the blade through the man beneath her and reached down, working her hand inside him. And yeah, I suddenly felt a bit queasy myself. I found myself closer to Daire and Ezra, sandwiching the cat between us.
Guillaume grunted with disgust. “Pussies. Our queen should carve you open next.”
“That’s easy for you to say, since you’re the fucking headless knight,” I retorted.
The ancient Templar knight smiled, and you could have knocked me over with a feather. I would have sworn the grim man’s face would have shattered into a million pieces before he’d ever make a joke or grin. “We’re all headless knights. Now he’s heartless too.”
Indeed, Shara lifted her bloody hand above her head, gripping a lump that very well could have been a heart.
It thumped and jerked in her hand, still very much alive.
She stepped down off the altar and the tree surged upwards, growing higher and taller as we watched. Branches thickened and spread out above our heads, sprouting leaves in seconds.
“Wondrous,” the other queen whispered, her voice shaking with both reverence and sobs. “Our very own world tree, like the legends of creation. But at such cost.”
Mayte stepped closer to her other brother, who was still kneeling on the ground, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
“It’s what he wanted.” Tlacel’s voice sounded like he’d swallowed slivers of glass. “His torment is over.”
“Yes.” Shara’s voice echoed with power, a deep, silent thrum I felt in my bones. “His heart grew this tree for you. His heart’s desire is now mine.”
