Page 14 of Queen Takes Triune
She dropped her power, releasing it back to the universe or wherever she drew from to work her magic. The black cloud snapped free and she metaphorically tumbled back to us, even though she’d never left this bed.
Limp and sweaty, she drew in a shaky breath. “What the fuck was that?”
I released the bite and licked at the marks I’d left in her skin. “A trap. He was feeding on you.”
She took a deep, steadying breath. Her bond still spun crystal rainbows through me, but they were soft and muted. “I’m a stupid, arrogant fool.” She blew out a disgusted sigh and started to lift her arm back towards Rik but dropped her hand heavily to the bed. “Even my reserves feel thin. I would have burned through everything I had in another few seconds, and then he would’ve had me. He would’ve had us all. Fuck.”
:Are you okay?:Gwen asked in our queen’s head.:What did Arthur do to you?:
Ignoring her for the moment, Shara tugged on my bond, drawing me up in her arms so I could see her face. “After kicking Ra’s ass, I thought I could defeat anything except possibly another queen. How did you know it was a trap?”
I shrugged. “He’s a dragon. I read it in his eyes. He was too smug and sly to be facing a powerful queen like you. He fucking reveled in the fact that you were going to flatten him with everything you had, because that was exactly what he wanted.”
She shuddered faintly, her fingers tracing my scales that never completely faded. Closing her eyes, she ran through the attack again, playing it in her head almost like a movie, making full use of Llewellyn’s gift.
She paused the scene to study Arthur’s face. The glint in his eyes and the faint curl of disdain on his lips were unmistakable. “He wasn’t feeding on me. He was going to trap me. Look where the smoke is coming from. Can you make out what’s on his hand?”
“Some kind of ring,” Daire said. “Maybe a signet, but it’s not the Pendragon crest. I can’t make out the symbol.”
She warned her sibling about the ring, and then focused back on me. “Thank you, my dragon.”
Rik let out a grunt that sounded like a distant avalanche. “He didn’t act as quickly as he should have, especially since we were fighting a dragon.”
Displeasure burned like acid in the pit of my stomach, mixed with a heaping dose of arrogance. Though I deliberately kept my body relaxed, I couldn’t help the heavy, sleepy look of the hungry dragon that started to peek through my features. Deliberately deceptive, the better to lure my victim closer.
Exactly as Arthur had glared at her.
“Enough,” she said firmly, as much for me as for Rik. “He was fighting a dragon the entire time—his own. Containing Leviathan is no easy battle.” She leaned up enough to kiss me, her luscious lips a beacon I would follow anywhere. “The king of the depths would have trashed the room and likely distracted me from dealing with Arthur. So you did well to keep him under control.”
She entwined her arms around my neck, and I was lost. Trapped by nothing more than the glowing heat in her eyes. I settled against her, deliberately relaxing my muscles. This time, the sleepy-eyed dragon was ready to feast and fuck, not fight. “I didn’t want to destroy this big, beautiful bed.”
Daire snickered and pushed his head closer to us both. “No shit. We’d have to go back to the bed that ate you.”
Usually I didn’t mind his teasing, catlike ways. In fact, most of the time I’d love nothing more than to stuff his smart mouth with my dick or fuck him for our queen’s enjoyment.
But now, this very moment, I wanted something else. I couldn’t even put it into words or dare to allow the thought to enter my mind. I couldn’t possibly ask for such a thing.
Leviathan, king of the depths, did notask. Let alone offer his belly in submission and bare his heart, even to his queen.
Shara settled back against her alpha and gave me a heavy-lidded, knowing look of her own. “Daire, could you go to the kitchen and let Winston know I’ll be ready for lunch in about an hour? And take my rat with you. I’m sure she’s hungry.”
Without a word of complaint, he scooped up the little furball with red beady eyes, slipped out of bed, and padded out of the room to do her bidding.
We all knew that Winston would have her lunch ready at a moment’s notice. The man had an uncanny sixth sense for guessing what our queen wanted or needed before she recognized the desire herself. A feat indeed since he didn’t even have a bond with her.
She’d sent the scamp away.
For me.
Without making me feel like an asshole for even thinking that I should have our queen all to myself.
“I’m feeling a bit weak.” She bit her lip, showing the glistening tip of her fangs. “I’m afraid I’ll probably drain you nearly dry, my dragon.”
I couldn’t answer her. Not when every drop of blood in my body rushed to my already rock-hard dick.
My queen. All mine. Hungry and needy and looking up at me with those mysterious, endless midnight eyes.
Well, Rik was still here too, but I didn’t give a fuck about her alpha. It’d take a bigger monster than me to pry him from our queen’s side.
