Page 48 of Queen Takes King
Guillaume slid to the hilt inside of me, his weight heavy on my back. Pressing me against Rik. Two solid walls of muscle. Goddess. It was fantastic. I wanted to sleep like this—if I didn’t need to breathe. Then G started to move inside me. The long, slow drag of his full length gliding through me. It made me claw at Rik’s chest. He lifted me on my knees to give G betteraccess.
Living several hundred years certainly gave a man plenty of time to perfect his technique. He’d been on the bottom of us last time and hadn’t moved much at all, but this time… He made sure I fully appreciated his size, and gradually, his power. He thrust a bit harder, making my breath oomph out against Rik’s throat, but I still had the impression that he was only playing. He was holdingback.
:Fuck me. Hard. I can takeit.:
His big, scarred hands clenched harder on my hips. Rik had both hands in my hair, one palm clamped to my nape. And suddenly, I realized I was pinned. Locked in place. They paused a moment, waiting to be sure that I really was okay withit.
:Please.:
Guillaume let out a guttural sound and slammed deep. He rocked me so hard against Rik that I would have lost my grip on his throat without his hand locking me in place. G waited a second and I felt his bond slice through me, a quick, hard kiss of steel as if he needed to be sure I was all right. He hadn’t hurt me. Then he hauled himself out of me, inch by inch, making me twist and buck between them. He plunged deep again and stars exploded in my head. Thunder rolled in the distance, coming nearer with each heavy thrust. Not thunder, hoof beats. The Dullahan galloped closer in the night, dripping blood down myback.
Rik’s blood filled me with power. His volcano rumbled toward eruption, pumping me full of molten rock. My bones were melting, shifting, nerves firing up that had never been exposed before. My scalp prickled, my spine itched, and for a moment, I was terrified I’d shift into the cobra again. I didn’t want to hurt anyone. Pressure built inside me. Power. Pleasure. Blood. I strained to hold itall.
G shoved deep and ground against me, stroking deep inside, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I convulsed, power streaming through our bonds. Enough power to light up Kansas City. The whole fucking state. Rik let go of my head and I reared back against Guillaume. I didn’t have to ask. He wrapped his forearm around my face and I buried my fangs in his wrist. He let out a thundering roar and came hard inside me, spurt after spurt that sent my pleasure surging higher. Rik held on to my thighs or I probably would have soared right off the bed. It felt like I could fly. Power lifting me up. My hair floating. My body weightless. I’d just float away into the night sky and join thestars.
“No floating away, my queen.” Rik pulled me down on top of his chest, and Guillaume crashed down beside him to sprawl on the mattress, though I didn’t let his wrist go. Not yet. His blood tasted too good. Clashing steel, thundering hooves, the ancient blood of awarrior.
Rik’s arms enfolded me, holding me close. His bond settled down to a fiery red ribbon of lava rather than the rumbling volcano. G’s stallion whickered softly in my mind. I felt a soft muzzle touch my cheek. I finally licked his wrist, unable to swallow a single drop more, though he kept his wrist pressed to mycheek.
I shivered a little, my back cold. Which reminded me that my favorite cuddly warcat was absent. Rik drew me down between him and Guillaume and pulled a blanket up over me. G wasn’t exactly a purring cuddle buddy, but he spooned tight against me, tangling his legs with mine and Rik without a care. I wasn’t sure how he’d feel about touching another man, but he didn’t seem tomind.
“Blood are Blood. Male, female, both, neither, it doesn’t matter. We’re here foryou.”
“But have you fucked men and women? Do you have apreference?”
“My preference is to fuck my queen whenever and however she wants, in as many ways as she wants. If you find pleasure in Blood fucking Blood, then we’ll do that and enjoy the hell out of ittoo.”
“You will? Really? Or only because I orderedit?”
“Really. You forget that your blood flows in all of us now. To touch one of them is second only to touching youdirectly.”
“In most courts, a Blood only rarely gets to sleep with the queen,” Riksaid.
“I remember you saying that. I guess I’m just trying to wrap my mind around it. For you, it’s not uncommon or even unexpected for two Blood to be away. For me… I’m hoping they’re not upset. And I missthem.”
Just saying it out loud made my throat tighten. Especially Daire, though I didn’t say anything. I wouldn’t interfere with Rik’s command orpunishment.
“Daire is upset, but he should be.” Rik’s voice hardened. “Xin will be here in a few hours. If you have need of him before then, you know how to call him. And if you want Guillaume to stay, then he’llstay.”
“Even if Xin has to sleep on top of us, we’ll figure it out,” G added with a yawn. “You’ll have more room in the nest once wemove.”
My nest. My manor. Just thinking about it made me smile with wicked glee. All that space in two big beds. We’d all be able to sleeptogether.
All five of us. Or six. If this king, Leviathan, workedout.
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Shara
Something woke me.Not a sound exactly. A presence, a sense of something moving. A quick bond check told me Guillaume was still here, so it hadn’t been six hours since we’d gone to bed. I thought maybe Daire was sneaking close, but when I touched his bond, I felt him in the kitchen making a sandwich. Nosurprise.
Xin was further away, like he wasoutside.
I turned my attention back to the room. It was brighter in here than it should be. I lifted my head and it took me a few moments to even make sense of what I was seeing. A window. In my room. That had no windows. Between the bed and the door. Soft, golden light spun out in rays from the window, so I wasn’t immediately alarmed. Monsters didn’t like the light. But then I saw what was crawling out of thewindow.
“Rik.” He stirred, made a low mumble, but didn’t wake up. Maybe I was dreaming. Because why would a skeleton climb through a window into myroom?
It wore some kind of armor. Light flashed off the silver, making me wince. Suddenly the light was not so soft and pretty, but hard, sharp, and bright enough tohurt.
