Page 79 of Queen Takes King
“Take your clothes off,” I whispered gently, trying not to stir his volatile emotions too much. I wasn’t sure who had lent him the clothes in the first place. He sure hadn’t flown out of the cave in Venezuela with a suitcase. I didn’t want him to feel like a beggar, or a burden, far from it. He needed his own things. They alldid.
He jerked the gun-metal gray sweater over his head and threw it aside. “Daire’s.” He jerked the black jeans open and gingerly worked the denim past his straining erection and down his muscular thighs. “Guillaume’s. I don’t give a fuck about what clothes I have as long as you’ll tell me to strip again. That’s one order I’ll never bitch about. Though none of your Blood compare to Winston’s taste in clothing. If you ever go to London, I’ll have a dozen suits made by histailor.”
“I’d like that.” I ran my gaze over him. For him being so impossibly old, he didn’t have nearly as many scars as Guillaume, but my knight had been tortured while imprisoned. They’d even cut off his head, but hadn’t been able to killhim.
Mehen’s skin gleamed like polished ebony, streaked with glittering dark and gold green tattoos across his shoulders, chest and arms. Actually, the marks looked more like scales, not tattoos. I’d have to touch them to be sure. He was just as impressive in the dick department as my other men, right up there in size with Guillaume. Not that I wassurprised.
Overall, he was a muscled, powerful man who moved with lethalgrace.
In fact, all six-plus-feet of lethal grace was suddenly moving in a blur towardme.
Rik slammed into him like a linebacker, tucking his shoulder, picking him up and tackling him on thebed.
Mehen roared and thrashed, but Rik had him in a headlock. Mehen bucked beneath him, fighting to get his weight off his back. He managed to roll my alpha over, but Rik slammed him back over on his stomach. Reaching behind him, Mehen clawed at his shoulder and head, but he couldn’t throw my alpha’s weight off, and without his beast, he couldn’t actually injure Rik enough to make him let go. With a couple of hundred pounds of muscle pinning him to the mattress, he finally conceded with his lowhiss.
Two gorgeous, powerful men in my bed. Angry. Mean. Fighting. Rik had the other man pinned, riding his back, his tree-trunk thighs gripping Mehen’ships.
Goddess. I almost had to wipe my chin. I definitely had to shut mymouth.
“All right, my queen.” Boulders crashed and rolled in Rik’s voice, but he didn’t sound winded, or like he was straining at all to hold the other man down. “You may approach himnow.”
I stepped toward the bed and Mehen’s muscles rippled, his body tensing beneath Rik’s. He was biding his time, but Rik wasn’t worried. In fact, his eyes smoldered, his bond lava hot. He was aroused by the fight. By the prospect of bringing this mighty dragon down to size a peg or two. Holding him down for me. Fucking him while I watched. Yeah. All of theabove.
Climbing up onto the mattress as nonchalantly as I could manage, I fluffed the pillows and settled back against the headboard off to their left. I didn’t draw my legs up or act like I was afraid in any way, shape, or form, because I wasn’t. I wanted to see what Mehen woulddo.
What Rik wouldallowhim todo.
Mehen’s hand snaked out toward my thigh. Paused. Waiting to see what Rik would do. When my alpha didn’t stop him, Mehen seized my leg and tugged me toward them, hugging my thigh against him. His mouth a hot brand on my skin. I felt the barest hint of fang and Rik clamped his arm harder on Mehen’s throat, so his breathing became awheeze.
“Our queen feeds first. Always. Unless she explicitly offers her blood toyou.”
Growling against my hip, Mehen pushed back against Rik, pulling on my thigh like he wanted me beneathhim.
And yeah, I wanted that.Eventually.
I caught Rik’s gaze and a slow, cocky smile curved his lips. “If you would be so kind as to lube him up with your blood, my queen, I’ll break him in foryou.”
Rik
I loved watching my queen when she was aroused. So sensual, everything about her turned me on. The heat in her eyes. The way her pupils dilated, her nostrils flared, a flash of tongue on her lip. Better yet if she bared a littlefang.
These were merely appetizers. Sometimes Shara went straight for thefeast.
I half expected her to lunge up and sink her fangs into one of us. Hopefully him, because I was too eager to fuck the dragon to come soquickly.
I’d never fucked another Blood for dominance. Companionship, sure. Need, absolutely. Daire, my constant companion for years while we sought a queen, manytimes.
But never as the queen’s alpha who needed to instill the hierarchy in her Blood. That my queen would take pleasure in it too was merely icing on thecake.
Mehen kept her thigh locked beneath his arm, his mouth on her hip. For now, I allowed it. She sat up, her eyes shining black pools, her fangs distended so much that she couldn’t close her mouth. She bit the meaty part of her right palm, and the dragon shuddered beneath me. In her bond, I felt him large, dark, and furious, rising up from the depths, coming to the call of herblood.
Closing her fingers over her palm, she kept her hand level, pooling blood on her hand. Eyes heavy lidded, she reached between me and Mehen. I rose up a little, giving her plenty of room toplay.
Totorment.
But I sucked in my breath when she wrapped her bleeding palm aroundmydick. I’d been fully erect most of the night. How could I not be with my queen in my arms, reclining against me? But her blood, her touch, made my dick swell even more. She leaned in, her lips soft on mine, the brush of fangs making my owndescend.
:Do you have him?:She asked, her words targeted to my bondalone.
