Page 18 of Queen Takes Knights
CHAPTER NINE
Shara
He scooped me up into his arms and climbed into bed, still holding me in his arms. Lying flat on his back, he looked up at me and quirked his luscious mouth. “I’m at your disposal, my queen.”
I’d never straddled a man like this. Even sitting on his stomach, I could feel the ridges of muscle beneath me. I squirmed a little, drinking in the feel of so much power and strength beneath me. Then I squirmed some more when I noticed the way his breathing caught.
I smoothed my palms across the planes of his chest, his powerful shoulders. His skin felt like warm silk over steel.
“I taste even better.”
I arched a brow at him. “Is that an invitation or an order?”
Until I said it, I hadn’t registered the difference. Not really. I’d never thought about giving orders to anyone. All I’d worried about was hiding, staying alive, living to fight another day. Even when Alrik had said he was Daire’s alpha. That I was even higher than that. It hadn’t made sense.
Until I had Daire beneath me. Until I thought abouthimtellingmeto do something.
And something inside me rejected that notion. Wholeheartedly.
“Neither. Only the most sincere and humble plea, my queen.”
That made me snort. Daire might be a laughing, teasing jokester, but there wasn’t anythinghumbleabout him.
I leaned down and pressed my mouth to his pectoral. I meant to kiss him, maybe tease him a little with my tongue. But once I felt his skin against my mouth, I wanted to bite. My teeth throbbed again. I wanted so badly to sink fangs into him, to feel his skin give way beneath me. To taste the hot surge of blood in my mouth.
Though I was afraid I’d bite him again and again.
:He’d like nothing better,:Alrik said in my head. :Neither would I.:
I gripped that heavy muscle in my jaws, holding his flesh in my mouth. I pressed harder, willing my fangs to come out, but nothing happened. Groaning with frustration, I released him with my very human teeth. “When am I going to be able to bite you like I want?”
His chest heaved and he gripped my thighs. “Still feels good. Bite me some more.”
I gripped the column of his throat in my teeth, pressing slightly harder and harder until his fingers tightened on my thighs. I ran my teeth down the side of his throat with a light scrape. The thick muscle running across his shoulder was next. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, gripping him firmly, and I couldn’t hold back a possessive growl.
It startled me enough I let him go and even sat back a little. I felt… feral. Desire purred and rumbled inside me, hunger rising, and it wasn’t just for sex. Something about him made me want to growl and bite and scratch.
He made a low, rumbling growl too, very much like a giant cat. I had a feeling that his power would indeed be some kind of feline. With his tousled hair and glowing eyes, I could easily see him walking as a lion. Or a sleek panther, prowling through the night.
“Rik,” he panted, staring up at me. “Would you please fucking bite me so she can taste me again?”
I felt Alrik’s touch on the bond, a hint of question, though not words. He didn’t want to interrupt my time with Daire, unless I wanted it.
“Yes, please.” I sat up, lifting my hips so I could move down Daire’s body. His dick twitched as I passed over him, as if it had a homing device focused on my pussy. “I want to taste you both again.”
The mattress dipped as Alrik joined us. He stretched out beside Daire, leaning down over him. Broad shoulders, ripped muscles, but his touch was gentle as he cupped Daire’s nape and lifted his throat to his mouth.
Daire gasped, his hips arching up beneath me. His cock surged, desperate, and I couldn’t wait any longer. I took him inside me as Alrik fed, and all I could picture was the three of us, bleeding, fucking, touching each other. All night long.
“Fuck, yes, soon,” Alrik groaned, lifting his head. “But not until you’re well guarded.”
Daire jerked up toward me, wrapping his arms around me. The scent of his blood drew me like a magnet. I licked the blood from his skin, letting it lead me to the punctures in the side of his throat. Subconsciously, I couldn’t help but worry about so much blood. I’m sure we were staining the bed linens, the carpet, hell, maybe even the ceiling for all I knew. But the more I touched and tasted and saw their blood, the more I wanted. It was foreplay, appetizer, and main meal all in one, especially with his dick inside me. I turned my head away and rubbed myself against him, smearing blood on my throat and shoulder. It felt good.
Damned good.
I suddenly wondered if his blood was somehow addictive, a drug that I was absorbing through my skin. I certainly felt buzzed. My ears throbbed with the thunder of our hearts. The scent of blood and desire and semen stirred my hunger even more. Daire rocked his hips, stroking deep inside me, his mouth on my breast. Blindly, I reached out for Alrik, tugging him closer. I knew he wanted to remain aloof and on guard, but I wanted his touch. I wanted his heat against me.
He drew my mouth to his, supporting my head. Daire gripped my hips, lifting me, pulling me, urging me higher. I knew what a release felt like, now. I knew that it was close. I wanted it. Needed it.
