Page 3 of Queen Takes Rook
Mayte relaxed, a soft look coming into her eyes that made my throat tighten. “And that is only one of the many reasons they love you so much. What would you like, my queen?”
“Just call me Shara, please. As for what I would like, I don’t really know. I’ve never been with a woman before you. Have you?”
“No. I still want my Blood, but I want to touch you too. I’ve never felt like this before. Knowing that you were here, under my roof, I couldn’t stay away. I had to be with you, close to you, even if you were sleeping.”
Staring at her, I felt my hunger stir. Need swelled inside me like a wave deep in the ocean. The wave lifted me higher, building strength. Pushing me closer to the beautiful woman in my bed.
I tasted her lips again, reveling in her softness. I loved a man’s rock-hard body, but she was lusciously soft. Her skin was like satin. Her hair, heavy silk sliding over her shoulder. Her lips were lush and full, opening for me, asking me to slide deeper. I took my time exploring her mouth, imprinting the taste of her in my head. I didn’t know when I’d ever come back to Mexico City, or if I’d ever feel like this for another woman.
I was so hungry, and she was a rare delicacy. I had to concentrate so I didn’t devour her.
My fangs ached, but I only pressed my lips to her throat below her ear.
She moaned. “Yes, Shara. Let me feed you again. Please, take what you need from me.”
I looked over at Rik to gauge his reaction. He watched me, his eyes heavy and dark.
Only for me.
You might think that such a healthy, virile alpha in his prime would be looking at both women. Mayte was naked, after all, and certainly beautiful. Most men had probably fantasized about watching two women make love.
But Rik wasmine. Wholly, irrevocably mine. My rock. My always. Forever.
He looked at me like I was the moon and stars, and he’d die if he took his eyes off me for a single moment.
“Have your queen, Shara,” he rumbled, reaching out to rub his thumb over my bottom lip. “And have me too, as you want, when you want, how you want.”
My throat tightened, and my heart thumped hard against my ribcage like it wanted to escape.:I love you more than life itself.:
:And I love you, my queen.:
I pushed Mayte down onto her back. I tried to be gentle, but her breath rushed out on a soft gasp that made something perk up inside me. While I knew my Blood were predators, I'd never considered myself one, unless I was the cobra queen. But looking down at her shining eyes, her parted lips, her hair spread out on my pillow, I felt like a prowling jungle cat.
Mayte called jaguars. That was her gift. Was she calling something out of me? Something new?
I shivered a little, too turned on to worry very much about it. At least yet.
I leaned down and closed my lips over her nipple. The unique delicate hardness of a female nipple in my mouth made goosebumps race down my arms. There wasn’t any part of my Blood’s body that was so small, yet so hard, pillowed in softness.
Her desire became my desire. My hunger, hers. Lightly, I trailed my fingertips up her arms, across her shoulders and throat, down her flanks, while I sucked on her nipple. Softly, at first, but she pushed up against me, urging me on. Her bond glowed in my head. The more I touched her, the more she glowed like soft, pearly moonlight. Her scent warmed, growing sweeter and spicier the more I touched her.
Fuck, she was so soft. Her breasts filled my hands, her skin like fragile flower petals in my mouth. I quivered with the need to sink my fangs into the plumpness of her breast. To mark her as mine. To taste that sweet, hot blood simmering beneath the surface of her skin.
Was this how Rik felt when he touched me?
"Like a ravenous beast?" He moved closer, mindful of my wishes that he not touch the other woman. He leaned down and pressed soft kisses along my hip. "Yes. Every fucking time."
I shifted forward and flattened out on my stomach, giving Rik access to my legs and ass. He kneaded the muscles of my thighs and licked the hollow behind my knees.
Mayte tangled her fingers in my hair, pulling my head up a moment so I looked into her eyes. "I'm supposed to be pleasuring you, Shara."
"You are."
"But—”
"Is it alright if I touch you? If I taste you?"
She quivered beneath me, her eyes darkening. "Are you aware of what tasting a queen's desire does to a Blood?"
