Page 28 of Queen Takes Checkmate
Rik surged up inside me and it was my turn to simply surrender. To give myself over to the rising pleasure inside me. Power flowed up through me into them through our bonds, a rush of moonlight and sparkling diamonds. Distantly, I felt Mehen and Guillaume above us. The dragon gnashed his teeth with fury and flopped aimlessly on the hard floor. He wanted to shift so badly. He wanted to be here. With me. Wallowing in my desire.
I wasn't sure if I could heal a stuffed stomach, but I sent a wave of power to him. Hopefully my magic could work in him somehow. If nothing else, maybe he'd be more comfortable, even if he couldn't shift back yet.
Rik tightened his grip on my waist, powering up harder into me. Climax rushed at me like a massive cliff. I wanted to hold back and make it last, but my own desire swept me closer and closer to the edge. I felt the moment Xin withdrew his fangs so he could drink fully. The twins and Llewellyn immediately mirrored him. Suddenly my head felt like I was going to float away into the clouds, my blood a fountain for these four magnificent men.
“Enough,” Rik growled at them. At me. I wasn't sure which.
My feeding Blood immediately released me. He sat up and slid his fingers through my hair, turning my face into the hot curve of his throat. His skin burned against my face. His scent rolled through me. Hot rocks and iron. My blacksmith rock troll. I had to get him a smithy set up in my manor.
He tightened his fingers in my hair and pressed me harder against him. “We'll worry about that later. Right now, I need you to feed, Shara. Sink your fangs in me as you climax, so we can go together.”
I wanted to, I really did. But my brain was so fuzzy. And he was so warm and hard and strong. Everything inside me tightened. My heart stuttered a moment, as if my body's electric system was overwhelmed. They pressed closer. My twins against my back. Xin and Rik in front of me. Llewellyn. Their hands anchoring me to this plane, even though my head seemed a million miles away.
“Shara!”
I sank my fangs into Rik's throat ever so slowly. For the first time, I managed to control the bite. I enjoyed the way his skin gave way to me, layer by layer. The muscle underneath felt different. Meatier. Then the vein. The motherlode. His blood filled my mouth and my head exploded. I was gone. My pleasure blasted through our bonds, and I felt my Blood coming with me, even though I hadn’t bitten them all. Flying through a midnight storm on massive silent wings, I sought my prey. My thirst burned like a wildfire through my veins. I needed to feed. I needed more. So much more.
I heard hooves. The pounding of a stallion racing to my call.
I lifted my head and Guillaume eased Rik down to lie on the mattress. “Shara,” he whispered, pulling me toward him. “I think your alpha has had enough tonight.”
“Give her to me,” Mehen retorted behind me.
I thought I was mistaken. He'd been unable to shift. The dragon's belly was too full of Skye sibs. Wasn't that what he said? But the hard, demanding tug of his hands was familiar as he yanked me up off Rik and slammed into me.
Bliss. Goddess. He flowed through me like an endless river, deep and dark and yes, dangerous. Staring into his glittering emerald eyes, I thought I should probably be a little concerned. Not afraid, because I could obliterate him with a thought if I needed to. But he'd never had free rein with me before. Rik had always been there to even him out. To even them all out and keep them controlled.
“Dragon...” Guillaume began in a low, warning tone.
“I fucking know what I'm doing,” Mehen snarled back. “You can't stop me. You wouldn't dare.”
My brain was trying to function on diminished capacity, but my body thought that this was a grand idea. I wasn't afraid of Leviathan. I certainly wasn't afraid of Mehen, the man. I dug my claws into his stomach, puncturing his skin.
Just so I could smell his blood. Such a sweet torment.
“Yes,” he hissed. “G can take your back while you ride me.”
“No.” Guillaume seized me by the waist and pulled me up so quickly that I couldn't react. Mehen snarled and grabbed at my hips, trying to pull me back, but G shifted me around to face him. I smelled Guillaume's blood too. Mehen had shifted enough to use his talons to shred at the Templar knight.
I glared at him. “Why did you interrupt? I was fucking the fucking dragon.”
His lips quirked and Mehen's fury settled some with the assurance that I wasn't refusing him. “You remember my size, right, my queen? I thought you'd rather I take the front and let the dragon have your ass.”
“Why the fuck didn't you say so?” Mehen grumbled.
I smiled at Guillaume, and the amused grin he gave back told me I was still higher than a kite.
“Not high,” he amended as he lay back beneath me. “Too drained. You need to drink deeply from both of us. We're the oldest. We'll get you back on your feet quicker than the others.”
I licked my lips as he lifted me into position. “I intend to drink you all.”
He started to push into me and my breath caught. He stretched me impossibly wide. Having him inside me at the same time as Mehen was going to be incredible torture.
“I can't fucking wait,” Mehen whispered against my ear.
Yeah. Me neither.
Though I didn't think I managed to say that aloud.
