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She pricked her luscious lips with her fangs and pressed her mouth more fully tomine.
Kissing my queen was always an exquisite experience. But a kiss flavored with herblood…
A deep, rumbling growl rolled from my chest. Hunger. Lust. Need. My fangs ached in time to my heart. No, her heart. I felt how fast her heart pounded in herchest.
Mehen exploded beneath me, desperate to taste her blood. Even though she hadn’t offered it to him. Or maybe he just wanted her blood on his skin. Or he was tired of waiting for me to fuckhim.
His bond said all theabove.
He was strong. I’d give him that. Before I became Shara’s alpha, he would have eaten my ass for lunch. But with my queen’s blood pumping magic through me, he didn’t have a chance. And he knewit.
He just liked thefight.
As much as Idid.
Though it did piss me off that he interrupted my queen’s kiss and I lost her touch on mydick.
I squeezed his throat harder, denying him air, and rode his body, letting him buck and fight beneath me. He threw his right elbow back, trying to crack me in the chin, but I turned my shoulder into the blow. It still felt like Guillaume’s hell horse had kickedme.
“I guess he doesn’t want any of your blood after all, myqueen.”
He stilled immediately. “That would be an incorrect assumption,alpha.”
She slid her bleeding hand in between us, giving his ass cheek a good firm squeeze. “Where would you like my blood,dragon?”
“On every inch ofme.”
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Mehen
I’d had enoughof this bullshit. I didn’t mind torture to a point and I could stand a hell of a lot. Pain. Rough sex. Blood. Bring it the fuckon.
But don’t bring my new queen so close, and let her bleed, and expect me to do nothing aboutit.
Finally, she touchedmenot him, dripping blood on my buttocks. Every drop exquisite torment. Every muscle in my body clenched hard, aching with need. Her blood sent my lust into a brutal spike. If the alpha hadn’t already clamped most of my air off, I probably would have tried to fight himagain.
“Is this what you wanted?” She whispered, a hint of wicked laughter in her voice that made my fangs and dick throb. I wasn’t sure which was bigger at this point. If I tried to bite her, I’d probably cut her in two. Same if I tried to fuckher.
Which was exactly why Rik needed to take the edge offfirst.
Her blood dripped and smeared and heated my skin, giving his dick something to slide through. He started to push into me, taking his time. Probably trying to beconsiderate.
Fuck considerate. With a low growl, I pushed back against him, taking him deeper. Fuck. Yeah. I hurt with need. I burned, my muscles twitching, need hammering through me. I reared back as much as he allowed. I didn’t need to breathe, not as much as I needed him deep insideme.
Shara trailed her bleeding hand up my side, over my ribs, my shoulder, down my arm. Leaving bloody fingerprints. Every drop burned like liquid fire dropped onto my flesh. Rik already had my head pinned against him, but I tried to throw my head back and roar anyway. My throat raw, tight, constricted by his unrelenting forearm clamped around myneck.
“They are scales,” she said. “From a distance, they looked liketattoos.”
“The hazard of living as Leviathan for centuries,” I rasped out. “The dragon never completely sleepsnow.”
Rik slid to the hilt inside me, his weight grinding me into the mattress. Fuck. If I wasn’t careful, I’d come just from having her touch myscales.
“That would be too easy,” Rik rumbled against myear.
Then he flipped us both to the side, away from our queen, rolling me on top of him. He locked his ankles above my knees and stretched me out flat on my back on top of him. He pulled my head back and thrust up into me, making me arch againsthim.
