Page 27 of Queen Takes Checkmate
Closing my eyes, I concentrated on Ezra first. My blood flowed down his throat slowly. He hadn’t bitten me deeply and he lapped at the small, tidy punctures. I sank deeper into him, tracing the pathways of blood vessels through his body. Shivering, he whispered gruffly, “Fucking tickles.”
Daire snorted and practically crawled into my lap, which put him closer to Rik and Ezra too. “You can feed on me first, if you like, Shara. That way you can enjoy Rik longer.”
Throughout Ezra’s body, I sensed only my power. I glowed inside him like an opalescent moon, casting swirls of soft pearly light throughout his body. Nothing dark lingered. I opened my eyes and smiled at him. “I don’t sense anything inside you that shouldn’t be there. If you suspect anything at all, please let me know and I’ll check again. But I think I burned all of Tanza out of you successfully.”
Lifting his mouth, he grimaced. “I will, at once. I’ve never tasted anything as nasty as her blood before.”
He still felt… stretched, somehow. Tender. Like he wasn’t completely whole yet. I pressed my wrist back to his mouth, ignoring his muttered protests. “You need more. Bite me deeper if you need to. You know I like your fangs in me almost as much as I love your dick.”
He seized my wrist in his teeth and gripped me firmly. Holding my gaze, he called his fangs down. I don’t know how he did it, but they slid effortlessly back into the same holes ever so slowly and controlled. Nothing like my messy bites.
I could feel his two fangs inside me. Anchoring me to him, as thoroughly as Rik’s cock connected me to him.
Daire nuzzled my breasts, his manner slow and lazy. He licked my areola and playfully pressed tender kisses to my skin, making my nipples pucker and ache. I turned to Llewelyn, my eyes heavy with lust. I decided to get the worst over with and deliberately pictured him with my mother. I had to know if it would bother me, before I took him too far.
I could imagine his long, lanky body moving over her. But I didn’t know what my mother looked like. Not really.
:She looked like you,:he replied softly.:You could almost be her twin.:
It was easier to picture him making love to Mom. At least I knew what she looked like, though years had softened my memories. It was strange thinking of her with anyone but Dad, the man who’d helped her raise me. The part of me that had been her daughter throughout my childhood, and knew nothing of this Aima life, couldn’t begin to think of how many lovers she must have had. Her Blood, plus Dad, plus Llewellyn. Even Greyson had once been her lover, though he’d turned thrall after she’d abandoned her nest and eventually killed her.
I waited for revulsion or regret to make me flinch away from this man, but I still wanted him, even if he’d fucked my mother a hundred times. A thousand. I wanted to soothe the torture from his body and quench his burning thirst. I wanted to taste his blood again and again, knowing that my mother was a part of him.
And now, she could be a part of me too, beyond the blood and power she’d invested in me before her death.
I wanted to bring him to climax inside of me and feel that connection to his past. Tomypast, my family, and my right as an Isador queen.
I offered my wrist to him again, and this time, he didn’t hesitate. He jammed his fangs into me hard enough my breath caught on a groan. My hips moved, making me groan again as Rik inched up deeper inside me. My lust rose to a fevered pitch. My fangs throbbed, sliding down fast and hard.
I sank them into the closest man I could find. Of course, it was Daire. He offered his throat so enticingly, the vulnerable curve of his shoulder as alluring and sexual as his genitals.
He jerked with climax, his spurts hot on my belly. His purr rumbled louder, and he sank against me, completely surrendering to me.
Goddess, I loved him. I loved the way he gave himself over to me completely without hesitation. He nestled deeper against me, sucking on my breast. I felt the sharp prick of his fangs and I arched my back, pushing my flesh more fully into his mouth.
Taking the hint, he sank his fangs into the soft curve of my breast, my nipple in his mouth.
Llewellyn kept his fangs in me, even though that slowed the flow of blood into his mouth. His hunger raged out of control, and I think deep down, he feared it. He was afraid that the taste of Isador blood would sweep him away into a wildfire of thirst that would endanger me.
Even though that was exactly what I wanted.
To compensate for what he took from me, he pressed his wrist to my mouth. I’d tasted him earlier, and he’d been tortured and starved for twenty years. I didn’t dare drain him too much, not when I still needed to restore him. As soon as I felt his pulse fluttering like a frantic moth against my lips, I released him.
Behind me, a whisper-soft touch alerted me to the twins as they came up on either side of me. I rocked Rik deeper inside me, grinding my pelvis harder against him. My clit throbbed, so hot and swollen it felt like it’d tripled in size. “Yes.”
Itztli sank his fangs into the left side of my throat, while Tlacel took my right. They, too, held their fangs inside me. Connecting me to them. Throbbing inside me.
I drank Daire down until his purr changed from a deep rumble to a sleepy buzz. I pulled back and Nevarre immediately lifted him aside, so he could slide up against me and take his place.
My mouth watered. I wanted more Celtic magic and black feathers, even though I’d tasted him earlier tonight. But first, I pulled Ezra up to me and sank my fangs in his throat. His grizzly rumbled a greeting, inviting me to walk through a snowy forest to his favorite mountain cabin high in the trees. I left him there, snoring in front of a cheery fire.
Then I fisted my hand in the sleek fall of Nevarre’s hair and tugged his head back, making him expose his throat to me. He groaned deeply, his cock jutting up desperately. I sank my fangs into the beckoning arc of his throat, and his immediate release flooding my senses with his pleasure. His blood swept into me like his dark raven, a hot rush of magic and feathers and thick, heavy shadows.
All too quickly, I felt his raven spiraling downward, wings heavy and tired. I licked my marks on his throat and as I lifted my head, Xin was there, shifting a mumbling Blood aside with Daire to make room. The ghostly silver wolf glinted in Xin’s eyes, all predator. He’d killed for me tonight, when he’d feared he’d never be able to use his gift again. They’d all killed for me in one way or another.
He lunged for my throat, teeth flashing. I didn't flinch back. Not from him, not from any of them. I knew he'd never hurt me.
His fangs sank deeply into the front of my throat, his jaws gripping my windpipe, though there wasn’t much room for his head against me, not with the twins on either side. He could tear my throat out if he wished. So could one of the twins. Instead, they simply held me, their fangs buried in my throat. My blood trickling into their mouths, stirring their appetite for more.
