Page 82 of Queen Takes King
Every time she fed on me, she’d get even more powerful. They didn’t come much older than me anymore. More powerful. The Triune queens would shit a brick when they realized the level of Blood this young queen hadcalled.
She reared back, blood dripping down her chin, and I had never seen anything more beautiful. With a low moan, she climbed on top of me, straddling my groin, her desire rising to a feveredpitch.
But I couldn’t satisfy her. Not after two climaxes minutes apart. A terrible feeling, to know her need, realize she burned, but I couldn’t do anything aboutit.
:Guillaume.: she called through thebond.
I couldn’t complain that she called another Blood, not when I’d already come twice. Though when the knight came to the edge of the bed and laughed, I’d have gleefully bittenhimin half if I could have escaped ouralpha.
“Now that’s quite apredicament.”
Guillaume
I didn’t like Leviathan much and made no effort to conceal that fact. The man’s arrogant saunter and sardonic comments set my teeth on edge. And then there was his fucking audacity to try and kill our queen to save his ownhide.
That deplorable lack of honor I could notforgive.
Ironic, since I’d killed my first queen. But Shara was noDesideria.
So it was most gratifying to see the mighty dragon pinned like a bug by our alpha, and well used by our queen. Shara had already fed, so I knew full well why she’d called me. Her bond raged out of control with need. She didn’t have to tell me tostrip.
However, fully armed with my usual arsenal, it was going to take me more than a few minutes to remove all myknives.
I unbuttoned my cuffs and rolled back the sleeves to bare the wrist sheathes on each arm. I started to remove the smallest blade on my left arm, but a surge in her bond made me look up ather.
“Leave them. The leather straps and knives arehot.”
I met Rik’s gaze over the dragon’s shoulder. I wouldn’t care to have so many weapons near the bastard while we were in the throes of passion with our queen, though with my blood in her veins, she’d surely be as hard to kill with steel as the headlessknight.
“Fuck, you’re both idiots,” Mehen growled out. “If I’m going to stick her with anything it’ll be my dick. Not a knife. I don’t need steel to kill her if that’s mygoal.”
I still didn’t like it, and neither didRik.
Shara shifted on top of Mehen’s uncooperative groin and groaned with frustration. “Please, G, I needyou.”
Fuck that shit. My queen should never have to beg. I yanked the shirt over my head without unbuttoning it and attacked my pants while toeing off myboots.
I climbed onto the bed and Rik unlocked his ankles to make room for me on top of both of their legs. She pressed back against me, her fingers settling on my forearms, pulling me close, stroking over the leather and steel strapped to my arms. The chest harness carried my larger blade and I’m sure it had to be uncomfortable against her back, but she didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she leaned down toward Leviathan’s waiting hands and lifted that hot, sweet pussy higher forme.
But I didn’t like the dragon’s hands rising eagerly toward her breasts. I slammed his wrists down to the mattress and leaned over her, using my weight to pin his armsflat.
He hissed atme.
I chuckled as I slid deep into our queen, making her moan. “How does it feel to be fucked by our alpha, while I fuck our queen on top ofyou?”
“Fucking amazing,” he growled, arching up beneath her, trying to rub his belly against herbreasts.
I sank to the hilt inside her and she quivered against me. Pressing my mouth to her ear, I whispered, “I think you should bite himagain.”
“Definitely,” Rik replied, a hard glint in hiseyes.
Mehen groaned. “At least let me get inside youfirst.”
In your dreams, asshole.Though I didn’t say it aloud. Instead, I shifted up to my feet to gain some leverage. Two sets of Blood thighs were too tall for me to do much thrusting from my knees. Plus, getting my weight off their legs gave Rik more leeway to push up into thedragon.
Using our queen’s bond, it was easy to time our thrusts. Rik shoved up when I drove deep, just like the third man wasn’t even there. Exactly what we wanted him to think about. He had no part in our queen’s pleasure, other than giving her blood as often as she wanted it. He was her food. Her donor. We were her dicks. We gave her pleasure. We met herneed.
I felt her climax rising through her bond and drove deeper, harder. I knew full well what she liked now. I knew how much she could take. And I knew that she’d want my bite when her pleasurebroke.
