Page 27 of Queen Takes Triune
Heat pulsed through my groin and settled against my spine like a burning fireball. It burned and throbbed hard enough that I groaned. Holy fuck. Aching pressure expanded inside me. Desperate need, like if I didn’t sink into Nevarre this very moment, I’d die in horrible agony.
He tugged against my hold. “Let me be the first to touch you like this.”
I didn’t even realize I’d closed my eyes. Blinking furiously, I pried my eyes open and looked down at him. He’d wriggled closer to the juncture between my thighs. His face was illuminated with flickering flames, and his eyes were locked on a shining red-gold rod.
Oh. Shit.
My dick. Or rather, Smoak’s. But it felt like mine. I could feel the heat crackling inside it. Coiling pressure, building every second toward detonation. Molten fire simmered in my nonexistent balls, desperate for release.
I’d never dreamed it would feel like this. So… real.
My fingers loosened enough for Nevarre to lean up and swallow down the fiery cock that jutted up from my groin. I gasped, choked, and gasped again. Unable to breathe. Unable to think. I could feel the heat of his mouth. The press of his tongue. The slight scrape of his teeth. Through my bond with him, I could feel the searing heat of phoenix flesh in his mouth. The taste of smoldering cinnamon on his tongue.
The thought of coming and feeling this pressure exploding out into his mouth nearly made me spurt like Mount Vesuvius. I wanted to come like a man. I wanted to feel spurt after spurt sizzling on his tongue.
But I wanted to feel what it felt like to fuck his ass more.
I hauled his head up and made him look me in the eyes. His pupils were almost completely black. He was so zoned out that he’d let me do anything.
Lust thundered inside me, and for a moment…
I was terrified.
I didn’t want to hurt him. I didn’t want to take him thoughtlessly and fuck him like a mindless bull in rut. Nevarre didn’t deserve that. No one did. But I didn’t trust my judgment in this moment, not with Smoak’s sizzling glee, driving my own lust to a dangerous peak.
Rik rumbled soothingly in my mind, calming my turmoil immediately.:That you’re worried about your judgement only shows exactly how in control and mindful you are. Nevarre is fine, but I’ll monitor him for you, my queen. You can trust me to put a stop to it if I have reason to fear for his safety or wellbeing.:
:And I will call Smoak back if he’s out of control,:Vivian added.:But I assure you that in all my years of carrying him inside me, we’ve never hurt our partner beyond anything they enjoyed and desired.:
“Please,” Nevarre rasped, drawing my attention back to the soft, fuzzy look in his eyes. The kind of look that Daire got after Mehen wrestled him into submission. Or how Mayte had looked at Vivian, her hair tangled in my Blood’s fist, when we’d fucked at the grotto. Nevarre looked at me like I was his entire world. He’d stop breathing if I told him to.
A dark thrill of power rushed through me, along with the heavy weight of responsibility. Respect. And yeah, a sense of humbleness and awe.
He trusted me so much that he’d given up complete control to me. His life was in my hands to do with as I pleased. I would treasure that trust like I would shelter and guard a baby bird that had fallen from its nest to land at my feet.
“Fuck me, my queen.”
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NEVARRE
I’d never felt like this before. Soaring through the sky—even though I hadn’t shifted to my raven. Free and weightless—but also bound and heavy. The more force Shara exerted to control my body, the more I seemed to soar.
And the more all the sharp, hard edges inside me softened.
Most days, I felt more like a pretty glass trinket than Morrigan’s Shadow. I’d tasted the cold grave before, and though Shara had breathed life back into my body, sometimes my mind returned to that dark stillness. I could and did function like normal, but deep down, I couldn’t forget that I’d been dead. I’d failed.
Inevitably, I would fail again.
So I felt… brittle. Like a raven hand-carved from a chunk of obsidian. If someone pushed me off the shelf, even accidentally, I’d shatter into a million pieces.
When my queen touched me, she warmed that cold, thin glass back toward life and light rather than death and emptiness. Even if she simply held my hand or smiled at me, I could feel her love sinking into me.
She used my hair to turn me around and shoved me in the back, pushing me down on my stomach. I was clumsy and slow, as if my body was drugged, even though my mind shot rapid-fire images at me so quickly that I barely had time to register them.
My beautiful queen, lit with fiery wings. Spicy plumes of smoke curled around her. Her eyes flickering with wildfire.
I couldn’t see her with my own eyes, but through our shared bonds, I saw her lithe, feminine body riding me. Controlling me. And I’d never seen anything more perfect in my life.
