Page 4 of Queen Takes Rook
"Yes. What does it do to us?"
One shoulder lifted slightly, a wry, yet deliciously wicked, smile curving her lips. "I don't know. Would you like to find out?"
"Yes. Very much. And I'd like to feed from your thigh too. But I should warn you that I often feed so deeply that my Blood pass out. I'll try to hold back—”
"No," she broke in, her eyes flashing with emotion. "Don't hold back. Not for me. I want you all, Shara. I want to feed you as much as I can. I've given you so little in this arrangement. Surely you realize that you could have taken everything I have. Everything that I love. You could have even taken my daughter or killed her outright as a threat to Isador."
Her words thickened, as if tears clogged her throat, which made my eyes fill with tears too. "I would never hurt anyone like that, let alone you and your daughter."
"You could have, but you didn't. You wouldn't. Please, take me, any way you want. And if I pass out, or, goddess forbid, I die, so be it. Drain me as you wish. I make myself a willing sacrifice to Shara of House Isador."
Power swelled inside me, turning my desire even darker. Her words triggered something in me. Maybe it was the location, or the lineage of her house, but my predator side liked the idea of this sweet-smelling, beautiful woman stretched out on an altar for me to devour at will.:Don't let me hurt her,:I told Rik in the bond.
He rubbed his cheek against my calf, a deliberate rasp to help settle me.:As you wish, my queen, so it shall be.:
His words twisted inside me, his bond leaking a darker meaning. He would support me wholeheartedly if I decided to decimate her entire house after the mess with the geas. He didn't care about her in the slightest. But he did care about me, and he knew how badly I'd feel later if I actually hurt her.
I slid lower on her body, rubbing my mouth against her skin as I went. I scratched her with my fangs, fighting down the urge to feed. I'd wait. I'd wait until her cries hurt my ears, and her blood simmered with so much pleasure that her body couldn't contain it. Then I'd feast. But the silken heat of her skin against my mouth was a torment. I could smell her blood, rich and sweet like warm caramel, just below the delicate surface of her skin. Sweat beaded on my forehead, and my fangs throbbed in beat with my heart.
I kissed her stomach from one pelvic bone to the other. The skin in the crook of her thigh was paper thin, making me tremble with hunger. But I only licked the crease and breathed in her musk. She wanted me. She wanted this.
This was what Rik felt when he leaned over my pussy.
:Not even close.: His whisper was like distant thunder in my head, reverberating through my skull. He stroked his big palm up the back of my thighs and squeezed my ass.:You smell like the finest, rarest perfume in all the world. I'd do anything to breathe your musk. To taste your desire. There's nothing better in this world, except your blood. Even better if I can mix the two into a heady concoction that makes me doubt my ability to retain control.:
Yes, that was exactly what I was feeling now. That razor-wire dance of control. One misstep and I'd sink my fangs in her thigh and be done. Or I'd come myself. I could, easily, I realized. Desire hummed in me. If Rik slid his fingers between my thighs, he'd find me wet and swollen, aching for his cock.
Exactly like Mayte. Only she wasn't aching for him. She was aching for my mouth. My fingers. My tongue. My teeth.
She ached for me.
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Shara
Ipressed a soft kiss to her pussy, letting the sensations pour over me. The crinkle of pubic hair. The scent of her desire, earthy, musky, and intoxicating. It made me connect to my own desire in a new way. My scent rose when I was turned on. My pussy swelled like this, pumped with blood, aching for touch. I tasted like this when Daire nuzzled deep between my thighs. A bit salty, but sweet, too. Very much like a peach, soft and luscious and perfect. Her desire coated my lips and tongue and sent a buzzing spark through my head.
The fine hairs on my arms tingled as my power rose. When I’d tasted Mehen’s semen, my desire had fired to lust in a heartbeat, the kind of desire that needed to be filled, stroked, pounded, as hard and long as possible. I didn’t feel that way with Mayte’s cream hitting my system.
No. Instead, I wanted to seize a big mouthful of her tender thigh in my jaws and let out a rumbling growl.
Her hips undulated in a slow roll that made my blood simmer in my veins. I slid my index finger inside her, feeling the hot clench of her inner muscles. She moaned and pushed harder against me. Her fingers tangled in my hair. Her mind opened to me. In the bond, we floated in the secret grotto with a huge, full moon shining down on us.
I licked every crevice, and twisted my fingers deeper into her, stroking inside her. Seeking her pleasure. I wanted to hear her cries, taste the fresh flood of her desire on my tongue.
:Let him taste you as you taste me,:she whispered in my head.
Rik heard her words, whether she intended him to or not. He kept up the steady, slow stroking on my calves and knees, his mouth still on my thigh, but I felt his eagerness in the bond. I shifted up on my knees and that was all the invitation he needed.
He pressed nibbling bites to the sensitive line where my thigh met my buttock, following that curve to my hot, aching core. He flattened his tongue against me in a long, delicious swipe that made me groan against Mayte. He feasted on me, as I feasted on her. I stroked her, sliding deeper into her through our bond. A dark shadow that wound inside her, my power sparking against hers like a lightning storm.
She came against my mouth, and I could feel her pleasure thudding against my tongue, her muscles tight on my fingers. Her power flooded me with a lush, dark jungle, the scent of rich loam bursting with life. In the vision, she walked toward me with sprouts breaking free of the soil in her footsteps, vines winding up her body, and flowers blooming in the night.
Rik pushed his tongue deep inside me as I came, drinking me down on a low rumble of hunger. I threw my head back, letting the climax roll through me, his big hands on my hips holding me steady. Then I struck, hard, sinking my fangs into her inner thigh. Her blood exploded on my tongue, rich and hot, mixing with the sweet, honeyed taste of her desire. My spine bowed, and I quivered in Rik’s grasp.
Moving closer, he pushed deep inside me in one smooth thrust. Filled by my alpha while my pretty queen fed me—it was almost more than I could bear. I came again, a sudden, hard climax that winched my muscles so tightly that Rik let out a soft grunt of pleasure. He didn’t even have to move in me. He just filled me. Hard. Steady.
And then I came again. I couldn’t stop coming.
