Page 38 of Queen Takes Rook
Ezra licked my throat and raised his mouth to my ear. “You haven’t felt my dick when the hook is released. It’ll feel like Rik and G both are shoved inside you.”
A groan tore from my throat and I arched back against him. “Sounds good.”
He pushed into me gently, and at first, he felt like a normal man. Nothing strange or different at all. He thrust several times, giving me a little grunt each time he pushed inside me. Deeper, lower, harder with each thrust. And yeah, it was good. Fucking fantastic. I loved a good, hard fuck. I wasn’t going to break, and some of the guys were a bit too… reverent… when they touched me.
I loved that too, but sometimes, I just wanted to fuck. Hard.
I wanted to feel like I was breaking from the inside out. Like I was being reshaped into something new.
Ezra was the furthest from reverent any of my Blood could be.
He fisted his hand in my hair and pushed me down with Daire beneath me, shifting me lower to improve his leverage. I squeezed my hands tighter, refusing to let go of Rik and G, though the angle made my shoulders ache.
It was a good ache, and it matched the growing heat in my pelvis perfectly.
Ezra growled again and nipped my earlobe hard enough I gasped. “Get ready, sweetheart. I’m going to fucking blow your mind.”
He sat back upright, but kept one hand fisted in my hair, my head shoved against Daire’s chest. Ezra’s other hand gripped my hip so hard I’d probably have fingerprints in my skin. Breathing hard, he pushed deeper, grinding against my buttocks.
And something exploded in me.
I jerked with surprise, pulling my hair in his grip. Daire squeezed me tighter, holding me while I twitched and moaned. “Oh fuck!”
Ezra roared, leaning harder against me, his forearm digging into my back. I fought their grip, trying to escape the sensation. It was fucking fantastic, but also too much. Too full, too large, too everything. Too fucking good to survive.
Relentless, Ezra pushed even deeper, sending another shockwave tearing through me. It didn’t even feel like a climax, but a motherfucking category one-hundred hurricane. I sank my fangs into Daire again out of desperation. I probably almost ripped the guys’ dicks off, but for the life of me, I couldn’t let go of them.
“When you’ve had enough,” Ezra ground out, “sink those wicked fangs in me, sweetheart. I’ll even make it easy for you.”
By easy, he meant that he let go of my hip and wrapped his forearm around my neck, hauling me up off Daire. My poor warcat was dazed out of his mind, his eyes spaced, panting so hard he couldn’t even purr. Sets of my fang-marks dotted both pectorals, some neat, some jagged and torn from my thrashing.
But I hadn’t had enough yet.
Not by a long shot.
Twisting my arm around, I pulled Guillaume closer by his dick and sank my fangs into his thigh. He bucked against me, his come splashing my shoulder. Instantly, his essence sank into my skin, my body devouring him as readily as his blood.
Sweet dessert wine. His rich, delicate blood was so at odds with my dented and battered Templar knight. I drank from him until he wavered and tumbled down beside Daire.
Ezra shifted his forearm up closer to my mouth, either to make it easier for me, or more likely, because he wanted to tempt me into ending our locked position. He still felt impossibly large inside me, as though his dick had swelled to the size of a baseball bat. It hadn’t—even though my sensitive walls insisted he was too big. Too wide. Too much.
I fucking loved it.
I fucking loved the sweat pouring off him, his ripe scent of grizzly bear and pine needles filling my nose. The tickle of his body hair, very much like fur.
Rik damned near shoved his thigh into my face, more than eager for me to bite him again, even though I’d fed from him on the jet. But I’d do one better than that. I twisted in Ezra’s grip, ignoring the pull on my hair, and inched my face closer to Rik so I could take his cock in my mouth.
He shuddered in my grip but didn’t pull away. I had to be ever so careful. I didn’t want to shred his dick with my fangs, and they were big enough to do some serious damage. I could heal it, sure, but what man wanted his dick injured and bleeding? If Ezra had been thrusting, I wouldn’t have been able to do it, but with his hook solid in me, neither of us were moving very much. We didn’t have to.
I licked the head of Rik’s cock and pressed my tongue against the tiny slit. Traced the delicate layers of skin around his cock head with my tongue, and ever so gently scraped my fangs on his tender shaft.
My fearless rock troll rolled his hips slightly, pushing his dick further into my mouth. A silent gesture of exactly how much he trusted me. Even if I hurt him, he’d let me do it. He’d have no regrets, even if I’d be devastated later.
He kept up those tiny thrusts, a gentle, slow rocking of his hips that matched the slight stroking of Ezra’s hook inside me. My hair was damp with sweat. Mine. Theirs. Guillaume and Daire both stared up at me, their eyes blazing with heat, lips parted to show me their fangs. Their dicks were spent, but already stirring, and their hunger was certainly not sated. It’d never be sated.
Neither would mine.
I pulled back enough to let Rik’s dick slide out of my mouth and sank my fangs into his thigh. He roared and heaved against me like tectonic plates were tearing apart. Mixed with the familiar powerful taste of his blood, the hot splash of his come pushed me over the edge again.
