Page 29 of Queen Takes Checkmate
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Guillaume
I'd had the pleasure—and torment—of fucking many a queen in my day, many only at my former queen's orders, even while I dreaded the order of execution that would soon follow. Desideria loved to torture me by sending me in to play with the queen of a nest, only to order me to execute them all.
Shara fucking Isador wiped those memories from my mind. The sounds she made as she slid down on my cock almost made me spill before she could take me all the way inside her. She gripped me so tightly that I breathed hard and gritted my teeth, fighting back my need. I wanted to rut on her like a savage stallion lost in a mating frenzy.
“Yes,” she settled on my groin with one last excruciating twist of her hips that made sweat break out all over my body. “Please do.”
“Do what?” Mehen asked as he moved over her back.
“He was thinking about rutting.”
“Sounds good to me.” He gave her more of his weight, pressing her down closer to me. Eyes blazing with hunger, she lunged toward my throat, but Mehen grabbed a handful of her hair and kept her back. “Not yet, Shara. If you bite him now, you won't have the pleasure of us both inside you.”
“Bite me, my queen,” Xin offered his throat, sliding closer on his knees.
She tried to lunge for him too, but Mehen kept her head pinned back against his shoulder. “You come to her, wolf.”
I glared at Mehen, but he ignored me. Not that I was surprised. I didn't like to see him manhandling our queen in any way, although at the moment, she didn't seem to mind. It was a game, so far. If he wanted to dictate who and how she fed, it was up to her to tell him to go fuck himself. I had no doubt she would, when she tired of the game. Part of me had to admit I was interested to see how far she'd let him push.
And even more, I wanted to see what she'd do to him when she'd had enough of his commandeering bullshit.
Xin slid closer to us, leaning down with an elbow on my chest so he could offer his throat.
“Slowly,” Mehen whispered with a glint of malice in his eyes.
Xin didn't bother with a response, but immediately pressed his throat to our queen's mouth. Mehen's hiss of displeasure was almost lost beneath Xin's shout of release. She jammed fangs deeply into him. If those fucking fangs got any larger, they'd protrude out the back of our throats when she fed.
Not that we'd care.
Her thirst. Goddess. I'd never seen a queen drink like she did. Her capacity was astounding, not just physically, but magically. She'd already managed to drain four Blood, including her alpha, to unconsciousness. Four large, able-bodied men with gallons of blood apiece. Granted, she hadn't drained them completely dry, but still. That was no small amount of blood. Where the fuck was she putting it?
I placed my palm on her stomach, trying to feel for any distention or pain, but she seemed fine. Certainly nowhere close to the misery the dragon had been in after chowing down on so many hapless sibs. I could feel her period blood coating my dick like liquid fire. No wonder I had so little control. I had the crazy thought that maybe her body took our blood and immediately bled it back out.
And no wonder the dragon had wanted to be inside her too. We all wanted to feel that precious blood scorching our dicks with her need. Our queen bred. We would service her as long as we could stay conscious. It was our instinct, even if she wasn't truly trying to conceive.
She pushed Xin away and licked her lips, her long, brutal fangs exposed. I swear, they got fucking bigger every time she fed on one of us.
“Almost as intimidating as that big dick of yours, huh, knight?” Mehen said with a smirk. “You said you wanted to spare the gryphon, so there’s only two other Blood left to feed you, Shara. Do you want them now, or after you've had a taste of us?”
She turned her head and reached out toward the twins, drawing them both closer. “Touch me,” she whispered. “While I hurt him.”
I wasn't sure what she meant, but Tlacel smoothed his palms over her skin reverently, tracing the curves and hollows of her body. He lifted each breast to his mouth for a gentle kiss. She sighed softly and shoved her fingers deeply into Itztli's chest.
Even the dragon hissed with shock. He leaned back and pulled her with him to survey the damage she'd done to the Blood.
Itztli braced with a threatening growl that rolled from his chest. His shoulders bunched, his hair crackling up along his scalp like a ruff. “You would deny me the pain she's willing to give?”
I hadn't realized that Itztli was a masochist. Not really. She'd fucked him and Tlacel both a few times since she'd claimed them in Mexico, and I couldn't remember anything unusual about those sessions. But the memory of how she'd sacrificed him on the tree in Zaniyah's nest should have warned me. It should have warned us all.
Our queen was nothing but generous with her desire, and above all, consensual. She never wanted to do anything to any of us that we weren't into, no matter how hard her thirst and desire rode her. She'd never done anything to one of us that we didn't desperately want and would gladly beg her to give.
So, if Shara hurt Itztli, even seriously, it was only because that's what he truly wanted.
Mehen shrugged and loosened his grip on her hair. “It's your skin.”
“No knives,” she whispered, looking back at me. “Don't let me use a knife on him. Not unless Rik is awake and able to make sure we all stay in control.”
