Page 32 of Queen Takes Knights
He’d chosen to go to his knees with his back to me. For a reason.
But I didn’t want to offend or neglect Shara in any way. Human sexuality was fraught with misunderstandings and inconsistencies. They didn’t fuck while they fed. But for us, it went hand in hand, and there were only so many queens. Would she care that I’d be as eager to fuck Daire as herself? Would that make her feel less?
I dragged my gaze from Daire’s tempting backside to check her reaction. Her eyes smoldered, her lush lips parted, and she stared at me, even as Daire pushed her shirt up and nuzzled her stomach. Shrugging off the leather jacket, she stood in order to allow him to work her jeans down her thighs.
I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside. Dropped my hands to my fly. Jerked my jeans open. I could feel her holding her breath, waiting, watching, as I pulled my dick out. I gave myself a long, slow pump, watching her pupils dilate.
“Get on the bed, D.”
With typical Daire flair, he did as he was told—but grabbed Shara first and tossed her up on the mattress. She squeaked with surprise, laughing as he fought to get her jeans and shoes off. Her laughter choked off into a groan when he buried his face between her thighs.
Hurrying now myself, I unlaced my boots and kicked off my pants. Her desire rose, simmering through the bond. I knelt on the bed behind Daire and ran my palm down his back.
She looked up, watching as I stroked him. I lifted my wrist to my mouth and tore the skin, letting my blood drip down on his buttocks.
He groaned, arching his back. I spread my blood across his skin, enjoying the splash of red on him. Marking him. But also arousing him to a fevered pitch. He reared back against me, leaving the feast between her thighs to lock his mouth on my wrist. I used that arm to lock him against me, his mouth around the wound, as I slowly slid into him. Since she was watching, I took my time. I pushed in a little, making him groan, denying us both. Sweet fucking torture. He rubbed his hips against me, silently begging, and his teeth dug into my skin.
She sat up in front of us and ran her hands up his thighs. “Why is he like that? So aroused?”
“Our blood can act as lubrication—and aphrodisiac. If you smeared yours on him he’d probably come on the spot.”
He bit me harder, either a slight punishment for doubting his control—or an encouragement. He wanted much more than I was giving him.
I fisted my hand in his hair and gave his head a hard jerk back, locking his head against my shoulder. Her eyes flickered with surprise, maybe a touch of alarm at the show of force. “Feed, my queen. See how long he can take us both touching him before he comes.”
She lightly trailed her fingers down his chest, making him shudder against me. She grazed the tip of his straining cock and a growl trickled through his lips. She hesitated, looking up at me, not him. I twisted my hand in his hair harder and thrust deeper, harder, sinking balls deep into him. “Don’t worry, my queen. I’ve got him. Torment him all you want.”
Wrapping her hand around his dick, she squeezed him, slowly drawing his length through her fingers. Daire struggled in my arms, his breathing ragged, even muffled against my arm. The more she touched him, the harder he fought me. He was stronger, now. I felt his warcat hissing and growling with anger, pacing inside the confines of his body. The warcat wanted to mate his queen. Now. Mark her with teeth and claws and blood.
But I was stronger too. My muscles swelled with power. Molten rock slid beneath my skin, hot hard stone waiting to explode. He reached back, tearing at my shoulder, and claws shredded my skin, not fingernails.
She gasped, hesitating. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think he’d hurt you.”
I laughed roughly and grabbed his arm, twisting it hard behind him. “I’m not hurt, my queen. This is foreplay. Daire likes me rough and mean. He likes to hurt. Don’t you?”
Shara slowly backed away, sitting back against the pillows. Daire sagged against me, his fight and desire bleeding away in a surge of worry and fear through our bond. Last night, we’d been so focused on bringing her pleasure, and coming into our mutual powers, that she hadn’t really seen us at our worst. Our most… real. Unpolished, raw, desire in all its violent and gory detail.
Daire liked me to hurt him, and yeah. I liked to hurt him. We liked to fight and struggle while we fucked. And I always. ALWAYS. Won. That’s the way it was.
But if our half-human queen objected…
I held him closer, more shaken than I cared to admit.
I didn’t want to lose what I had with Daire. Even if I gained our queen.
“Go ahead,” she whispered huskily. She ran her tongue across her bottom lip and Daire whimpered. “Show me some more.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Shara
I felt their indecision, a sudden trembling of uncertainty and yes, fear in our bond. They were afraid they’d offended me. It would have made me laugh if I wasn’t so turned on.
Alrik stared at me, stricken at the thought of losing Daire, and it made me want to cry. “I’d never make you give him up. Why would I?”
He blew out a deep, shaking breath. Daire twisted his head around, rubbing his face on his throat. Silently asking for comfort. For his love.
“Other queens might not be so… understanding.”
