Page 33 of Queen Takes Knights
I shot a glare at him and fluffed up my pillows, making sure I had a good view. “Fuck other queens. I’m your queen now. And I want to see you fuck him. Fuck him exactly as you want, as you always do. I want to see what you both like. What you need. So I can give you the same.”
Relief flooded our bond, followed by a tidal wave of lust. Daire lunged at me and almost escaped Alrik’s grip, but he hauled the other man back by his hair.
“I will,” Alrik growled in a graveled voice more rock troll than man. “If you touch yourself while I fuck him. It’ll drive him wild.”
I guess it was only fair. I wanted to watch them have sex. They wanted to watch me.
I drew my legs up, spreading my thighs. Daire made a low sound like a whimper and twisted in Alrik’s grip. He licked his lips, remembering what I tasted like. I’d been ridiculously close to coming earlier. A few strokes of his tongue had me quivering on the edge of an orgasm. It was embarrassing, actually, how wet and eager I was. My fingers trembled as I touched myself, praying I wouldn’t come immediately.
Alrik shoved Daire’s shoulders lower. His right hand gripped Daire’s hip so hard his skin dented, his other forearm braced across his shoulders. He plunged deep, impaling him so hard Daire’s breath whistled out and he braced his elbows on the bed, pushing back against him. Alrik thrust again, harder, making the bed thump against the wall. I couldn’t believe he took him so hard, almost violently, but it was so hot. Listening to the way their flesh smacked together, their deep pants and groans. It was so… Raw.
Delicious.
Climax roared through me, making me cry out.
“Fuck, Rik, at least let me taste her.”
“You’ll do more than taste her. You’ll make her come again.”
Panting for breath, I scooted back down closer to them, but I didn’t want Daire’s mouth on me. I wriggled between his braced elbows and reached for his cock.
“Oh fuck,” he panted. “I don’t think I can stand that.”
His hair tumbled down over his forehead but couldn’t conceal the dark, hungry look in his eyes. Sweat glistened on his cheeks and ran in rivulets down his chest. I wrapped my legs around his hips and worked myself onto his dick. Alrik helped, moving him lower, closer, so I could take his whole length, and stopped that ferocious pounding.
Daire’s chest heaved against me, every muscle trembling.
Alrik bent low over his back, pinning him against me. “Don’t come until our queen has her fill.”
I thought he meant until I came again, and maybe he did, but he also meant blood. Because he dragged his fangs across Daire’s throat so I could feed from him too.
Blood dripped onto my breasts, each drop like liquid sunlight sizzling my skin. I hooked my arm around Daire’s neck and levered myself up so I could get my mouth on the wound. Alrik thrust deep, shoving Daire deeper into me, making us both moan. It suddenly dawned on me that he was fucking us both, even though he wasn’t inside me. He used Daire’s body to give me pleasure too. He ground hard against Daire’s buttocks, which pressed his pelvis against my clit. I arched against them, circling my hips, driving our need higher. Blood burned on my skin. Alrik’s. Daire’s. Their blood flowed together, mixing into a combustible intoxicating blend on my skin that made me rub my breasts against Daire, smearing him too.
“It burns,” I gasped. Even as I wanted more of their blood. It felt like hot wax dripping onto my skin. I could only imagine what it’d be like to have them coat me head to toe in their blood.
“Yes,” Alrick growled out. Through our bond, I saw an image of me, coated in blood like something from a horror movie. It pushed me over the edge. I threw my head back, my throat hurting with the cry of release that ripped from my lungs. Daire took that invitation and sank his fangs into my throat. Another wave of pleasure pounded through me. Through him. Through Alrik. Like dominoes.
Gasping, we lay together, the three of us still entwined while we recovered. Sweat and blood and semen scented the air. I breathed deeper, taking them into my lungs.
Daire licked his punctures in my throat and made a pleased hum against my skin. “That was… incredible.”
“Except Alrik didn’t feed.” He’d fallen off a bit to the right, his face planted in the pillow beside me. At my words, he stirred, but didn’t lift his head. “Rik? Do you need my blood?”
He turned his head enough to smile at me, his eyes dazed and dark with pleasure, still high on sex and endorphins. “That’s the first time you’ve called me Rik. I like it,” he said before I could ask. “Later, my queen. I’m fine at the moment. How do you feel? Did you get enough blood from us?”
“I don’t know.” That made both men scramble up like I’d goosed them with a cattle prod, their brows furrowed. Laughing, I sat up and pointed down at the pillows. “Both of you lie down. I want to look you over.”
Two big muscular bodies stretched out on the mattress for my perusal. I climbed over Daire so I was between them. I picked up Alrik’s injured arm and licked the still bleeding slash Daire’s teeth had torn into him. “Will this heal?”
“It’ll be gone by morning,” he rumbled, his eyes heavy even though we’d just fucked each other senseless. “Let me—”
“No,” I broke in. “This is enough.”
I probed the jagged edges of the wound with my tongue and he groaned, but not with pain. I closed my eyes, gripping him in my teeth, pretending that I’d been able to bite him like this. That I had made this wound.
I tried not to share how afraid I was that I’d never be able to bite them, but the bond held no secrets. He drew me down against his chest and kissed my forehead. “You will,” he whispered. “I have no doubt.”
“Just your luck that you found the last Isador heir, who’s half human and doesn’t even have fangs.”
