Page 42 of Queen Takes Knights
Fireworks exploded behind my eyelids. My skin felt scorched, like I’d fallen into the sun itself and disintegrated. And my dick felt like a claymore, long, hard steel, plunging deep, determined to stake my claim on the queen. The mating urge tore through me. I came so hard I almost passed out, my come spurting so deeply into her that if she was fertile at all, I couldn’t imagine her not getting pregnant. Dread tightened my throat, because we weren’t ready for an Isador heir. She wasn’t ready. We didn’t have a nest. It wasn’t safe…
But my body couldn’t deny the urge to mate with my bleeding queen.
Panting, I lay on top of her, trying to regain my senses. I couldn’t believe I’d come so hard, so quickly. I had no idea if she’d climaxed or not. Until I felt her pleasure humming through the bond like warm, sweet honey. She bit my shoulder, still digging her teeth into the thick muscle, but no fangs. I tore open my wrist and she released the bite to grab my forearm and plant her mouth over the shredded skin. Blood smeared on her lips, her cheeks. Blood dripped on the dress. Splattered crimson on the shining silver. I had to still be fucking high on royal blood to feel like crying at how beautiful she was with my blood on her.
“All clear,” Daire said, his voice ringing with intensity.
His polite request to fucking get off our queen and take his position as guard at the door, so he could take my place and feed.
But Shara wasn’t ready to let me go. Her eyes gleamed like faceted obsidian, her hunger still strong in the bond. Maybe she needed more blood than usual, since she was losing her own. I rolled off to the side and made room for Daire to take my place.
“Guard?” he growled out, though he was already on the bed and crawling toward her on all fours, very much a prowling warcat.
I felt her search in her mind, reaching out into the night. The thralls were closer, yes, but nothing near enough to threaten the property. Yet.
“Go,” I told him.
He paused at her knees and bent his head to lap at the blood on her thighs. Her breath caught and I felt a surge of discomfort from her. Disgust. Periods were a shameful thing in human society. Something to hide. Something gross that no man would want to touch or deal with. Let alone taste.
“We’re not men,” I reminded her, angry that I hadn’t thought to taste that blood myself. “We’re Blood. We’re Aima. And if you have blood, we want it, like a druggie wants his next hit.”
“We live for your blood.” Daire licked his lips and came up over her, his breath sighing as she welcomed him inside. Surprisingly, he had more control than me. He wasn’t falling on her like a raving lunatic. He even had enough senses remaining to wink at me, though his words were strained. “I’m not the alpha, Rik. I wouldn’t mate with her anyway.”
She let go of my wrist, and somehow managed to roll Daire off to the side, so she was on top of him. His eyes widened, as surprised as I was. “You’re getting stronger too. Not just in power, but physical strength too.”
“Good,” she panted, throwing her head back so she could rock against him. Her hair trailed down over his thighs, her fingers digging into his chest. “Make him bleed for me.”
At her words, his hips arched up off the mattress and tendons stood out on his neck from the force of his thrusts up into her body. I sank my fangs into his throat, taking a taste of him just because I could. His warcat surged in our bond and I could almost smell his fur, feel it soft and warm against my cheek rather than his skin. I leaned back, watching the blood surge up from the punctures. I’d made sure to hit a big vein. My queen wanted blood—she’d get it.
She locked her lips over the wound and made a guttural sound that hit me like a sucker punch. She smeared her hands in his blood, coating his chest, ruining her dress.
And I’d never been so turned on in my life.
I wanted her to finger paint in my blood. Wear us like a second skin. I could see her striding into battle, hair loose and clothed only in our blood.
My dick was already hard again. I wouldn’t ever get enough of her. Her taste, her blood, her passion.
I pulled my dick through my hand, rubbing her blood into my flesh. Then I licked my fingers, refusing to waste a single drop.
Shara Isador always tasted like magic. But this…
Fucking off-the-charts goddess level magic that would have leveled me to the ground if I wasn’t already on the bed.
Climax roared through me again, taking them both with me. Pleasure richoted in our bond, rippling back and forth, growing exponentially. My pleasure made hers higher; hers sent mine skyrocketing; Daire purred and rumbled and sent us both spiraling again.
I don’t know how long we triggered each other, over and over again, but I finally became aware of my surroundings. At some point, I’d transformed into the rock troll, and fuck, he, I, was bigger than ever. Even on my knees beside the bed, my head almost touched the ceiling. I’d have to duck in half to get out of the house. Daire’s warcat lay curled around our queen protectively, his sinewy body entwined with hers. His giant head rested on her back, his tail swishing back and forth, golden eyes gleaming in the murk of the room.
Fuck. Darkness had fallen.
Shara lifted her head and swiped her heavy hair out of her face. Blood smeared her face and throat. Hers, mine, Daire’s. He licked the punctures he’d made in her shoulder, making sure they were closed. She looked down at herself, stunned by the gore and stains on the dress. “I’ve ruined it. How much did this ridiculous dress cost again?”
“It’s not ruined.” I tried to whisper but the floor boards vibrated with the bass of my troll’s voice. “You can call the blood back to you and clean it.”
“But it’s torn too. I must have gotten tangled up in Daire’s claws.”
Regret surged through our bond, and shame. That I would not allow. I picked her up as carefully as if she was a butterfly and I’d damage her delicate wings. She wrapped her little arms around my neck without fear, and I wanted to shout to the heavens all the praises to Isis for creating such a queen, and allowing me to be her Blood.
“You can buy a thousand dresses and not put a dent in your legacy.”
