Page 60 of Queen Takes Checkmate
She claimed us both. Taking our hearts all over again.
I suddenly wished I’d been the one on the tree in Mexico. That she’d sacrificed my heart instead of Itztli’s. My chest burned, my ribs creaking, as if the organ wanted to leap out of my body and do her bidding.
“Harder,” Daire whispered raggedly. “She’s not hurting me enough yet. Rik, please.”
My blood hit her, sucked up by those silver nails, and I shuddered. I felt her thirst as my own, a burning, gnawing ache that would never be satisfied.
A thirst for me. For Daire. Forever unquenched.
I closed my hands around her waist and shifted her forward slightly, changing my angle inside her. I felt Daire’s dick sliding inside her and I swore that sparks clashed between us, a combustible explosion waiting to happen. I filled her ass until my balls hung heavy against her, rubbing in her blood, and I was lost.
I sucked in a hard breath and hauled myself out of her so I could ram home again. She dragged her nails down Daire’s back and he pitched beneath us, pushing her higher. Pushing me deeper. Her nails blazed in my thigh like red-hot pokers. She gasped and tore at Daire’s back. Again. Her fingers slipping in his blood.
I wanted it to last forever. I didn’t want to come. I’d rather she drain me dry and keep us inside her as long as possible. If I came, I’d lose this. I’d lose this connection with them both.
We rocked together, pinning her between us. Smearing her with our blood. Our skin soaking up hers. Every breath made my lungs catch fire. Sweat poured off me like I’d run a marathon. But I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. My head pounded with my heartbeat, so rapidly that the constant thudding blanked out my eyes and ears. There was only her scent, the feel of her skin against mine, the tight, wet heat of her body, and the luscious haven of her blood.
The fist in my spine tore through my stomach. Fire licked my vertebrae. I tried to hold back the climax, but she sank her fangs in Daire’s throat, and he roared with release. The savage, desperate howl brought my rock troll to the surface. It was all I could do not to shift as the first spasm hit me.
My balls clenched hard, my cock jerking inside her. For a moment, it felt like I’d picked up Ezra’s hook. My dick felt massive, swollen, too large to move inside her any longer. But then the hot spill of my semen spurted deep inside her and I felt her body absorbing me. My sweat, my heat, my blood, my come.
My queen consumed me.
Her bond exploded in a brilliant spinning rainbow that obliterated my last conscious thought.
Panting, I forced my eyes open. We were tumbled together in a heap on her bed. She made a low, sated purr of pleasure that sure as fuck made my dick twitch all over again. I groaned, Daire laughed, and my queen nuzzled my throat.
“This was better than the first time,” she whispered, lifting her head to see my face.
I brushed her heavy, sweaty hair back from her face and tried to slow my breathing down. “Practice makes perfect.”
Her lips quirked. “You didn’t shift and destroy the entire room.”
“It was a near thing,” I admitted, shaking my head. “You took me to the very edge of control. If I ever shift while I’m inside you…”
She brushed her lips against mine. “Don’t tempt me.”
As big as my rock troll was, I couldn’t imagine the horror of what I’d do to her body. Shuddering, I clamped my fingers on her nape and put as much command in my voice as I dared to give my queen. “Don’t even joke about such a thing.”
She laughed softly, and I eased my desperate grip. “At least I didn’t die this time, right?”
When I’d taken her virginity, she’d died in my arms. Coming into her power that first time had not been easy. I couldn’t let myself remember the lifeless, heavy weight of her body in my arms without wailing like a lost, inconsolable child.
If I lost her now…
If someone didn’t kill me quickly, I’d go absolutely raving mad. I’d kill everyone and everything in my path until someone managed to put me down like a rabid dog.
“You can’t die,” Daire retorted, burrowing into us both for comfort. “You can’t, Shara. Do whatever you need to do to save yourself. That’s all we care about.”
She combed her fingers through his hair and shushed him with a low hum, but her bond hardened in my mind. Tempered steel, a sleek, unbreakable blade crafted by a master swordsmith for one purpose.
Death.
23
Shara
I’d forgotten what it was like to be able to sleep for a few hours and still function like a normal person. I’d never been a morning person per se, but I loved being able to roll out of bed after six or eight hours of sleep and not feel like death warmed over.
