Page 15 of Queen Takes Triune
I dropped my head back, bowing my throat out in invitation.
She opened her thighs wider and reached between us to seize my dick. I almost blew my load without her fangs sinking into me.
“Oh, no, my dragon.” She laughed softly. “You’ll be inside me when you come.”
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SHARA
Some light flirting with Mehen was about all I could manage. I kept my face soft and hopefully relaxed, while deep inside, I mentally kicked myself.
I couldn’t afford such mistakes. If I died, all of us would die, and I couldn’t bear to have their deaths on my head.
Or worse, what if Arthur had managed to entrap me with that strange ring? I still felt thin and stretched inside, as if he’d managed to suck some deep, essential part of myself away. Certainly, he’d rocked my confidence.
I’d faced an ancient, powerful god and won. Never in a million years would I have thought an Aima king would rattle me. Not even the legendary Once and Future King. He was Gwen’s problem to deal with—but she was my sibling and held New York City in my stead. If Arthur managed to trap or hurt her…
He would have a hold on me and my court too. A hold I might not be able to break.
Luckily, Mehen provided the perfect distraction.
I pulled him closer by his dick, but I didn’t take him inside immediately. I squeezed him firmly, enjoying the way he throbbed and jerked in my hand. I rubbed the head of his cock against my clit, torturing us both. Hissing softly, he watched me with narrowed eyes that glittered like chips of emerald.
It was such a decadent, erotic thing to lie between Rik’s massive thighs, his chest like slabs of granite against my head, while I enjoyed teasing another man. I could feel Rik’s erection like a hard, thick piece of hammered steel against my left hip, where he’d tucked himself out of the way so I could lie against him comfortably. He’d gone from semi-hard to granite as soon as I’d touched the other man, though his bond was still tense.
He’d felt the drain of my power and energy as acutely as I had. Arthur Pendragon was going to be trouble, but I refused to worry about him any longer. Not with these two magnificent men in my bed, eager to refill the energy that I’d lost.
I dragged the head of Mehen’s dick down the full length of my pussy, smearing him with the cream welling from my core. At least I wasn’t bleeding any longer.
Another low hiss escaped as he curled his upper lip. “Fuck that shit. Blood is always better.”
“Are you complaining?”
With a low snort, he thrust into my hand, angling his hips so he could slide between my folds, coating every inch of his dick with my juices. “You know I love to bitch, but I’ll never mutter a single protest when it comes to anything in your bed. I’m up for anything and everything in that regard.”
Heat pulsed in my core and I couldn’t wait any longer.
Before I could drag his dick back down, he jerked out of my grasp and slid inside me on a long, heavy thrust that made me groan with relief. I didn’t have to tell him what I wanted. I never needed to with any of my Blood. We were so tightly bonded that my slightest need echoed in their minds and hearts, making it easy for us to fully satisfy each other.
I’d felt his need to have me to himself, a thought he didn’t dare acknowledge fully as one of several Blood to his queen. Even my alpha only rarely had me to himself. But I’d already decided to make sure I had more one-on-one time with each Blood. Mehen especially was a possessive dragon who loved to hoard his precious treasures. Including his queen.
This time, he didn’t savage me like a hungry dragon. He moved lazily, a massive raptor circling high in the sky with only the barest flap of his wings to keep him aloft. I sank into the sensation, letting him carry me with him. Slow, steady, every thrust calculated to stir my need to a fevered pitch.
I rubbed my face between his pecs, inhaling his musky dragon. None of my Blood were as hairy as my bear, but Mehen’s chest hairs prickled. I smoothed my palms along the curves of his shoulders, feeling the flow of muscle and tendon beneath my hands as he worked inside me. Down the long, lean line of his spine. Squeezed the full, rounded curves of his buttocks. Such a nice handful. I kneaded his ass, digging my nails into his skin.
He ground his hips against me, and a low growl rumbled his chest against my face. “Fucking perfect. Feed from my ass while I fuck you.”
Laughter caught in my throat, turning to another groan. The head of his dick bumped up against my cervix in a pleasure-pain throb that cascaded through my body. My legs twitched, my hips automatically tipping up to take him even deeper. He pushed harder, pulsing and shifting inside me without lifting his weight. Pressure built inside me with no end in sight. I wanted to come. Needed to explode. But I couldn’t quite push myself over that ledge.
He didn’t give me any mercy or quarter, but inexorably pushed and ground on me. Making me writhe. Making me clutch his ass harder.
Finally, the tips of my nails punctured his skin. Rich, powerful, and ancient, his blood seeped into me, drowning me in sensation. I could taste his dragon on my tongue, hard, cool scales against my face, even though he hadn’t shifted. Leathery wings wrapped around me, dragging me closer to his chest.
I had the sense of a deep, dark, secret cave. His dragon nest, where he kept his hoard. I expected mounds of jewels and gold, the traditional treasures that dragons supposedly kept, but his cave was barren. It wasn’t his prison that he’d lived in for so long. When I’d freed him, I’d seen the piles of bones littered on the ground.
This place was special.
Secret.
