Page 29 of Queen Takes Triune
So she could reshape me like a master craftswoman using a torch to blow molten glass into a fantastical new shape of possibilities.
Her climax sent a searing wave through me. I was drowning in cinnamon and myrrh, boiling in a lake of fire hot enough to char the meat off my bones. She screamed with release and swept me away. Up and up, carrying me on burning wings. We flew together on silent wings, ever higher. Through thin, cold air, and beyond to an endless black velvet sky sprinkled with diamonds, so we could crash into the blazing sun itself.
Slowly, I came back to earth. My queen’s hair in my face. Her mouth still on my shoulder, licking the blood from my skin. She probed the punctures with her tongue, drawing the last of the blood from the small wounds. With a low, soft sound, she curled around me. On me. Inside me.
And I never wanted to leave. I never wanted to get up. Not if she had to slide away and leave me empty once more.
Her dick pulsed faintly inside me. A promise that she could and would fuck me again.
I couldn’t fucking wait.
She slipped down from my back to cuddle against my side, drawing a soft cry of protest from my lips that I couldn’t suppress entirely. “Are you sure? I didn’t hurt you?”
Rolling to face her, I stared into her eyes as her bond flowed through me like thick, raw honey, searching for any doubt or injury.
She saw everything. She always had. And she still wanted me to be her Blood. I wasn’t worthy of such a queen, not after my failures. “I loved every bloody moment.”
I heard Daire’s purr a moment before he padded up and dropped down across my legs and Shara’s. No one cuddled like the warcat, and our queen definitely loved his purr. But I couldn’t help but feel as though he was intruding. His charming grin and easy manner were easy to like.
Unlike my quiet ways. The darker mood that often hung over me like a cloud that I couldn’t shake. The fear that any moment, our queen would recall that I’d been dead. She’d take back the life she’d breathed into me and I’d…
Go back to the cold, silent grave? Or wander the earth like a mindless thrall.
“How are your tail feathers feeling, huh, Nevarre?” Daire grinned, batting his eyes at Shara. “I’d loved to be tapped by that phoenix anytime, anyplace.”
Shaking her head, Shara combed her fingers through his tousled hair. “Weren’t you supposed to be on guard duty?”
“I was. But there’s nothing for miles and miles. Please, my queen?”
I didn’t protest or plead for her to deny him. It wasn’t my place. I wanted to get up and quietly withdraw, but I knew my hair was tangled beneath her. Besides, I didn’t want to give the warcat the satisfaction of a retreat.
“Maybe later,” she told him, focusing on me. “When you were dead, what was it like? Or is it too painful to talk about?”
I shook my head. “I don’t remember much, honestly. I remember the crash. The pain in my wing as I tried to shift. Brigid was bleeding, but she was still alive. Even trapped in the wreckage, she was more worried about me than herself.”
Lifting my wrist, I showed my queen the simple bracelet I wore. “She tied this on my broken wing and told me never to take it off.”
Shara fingered the bracelet. It wasn’t much to look at, just a simple braided cord of natural jute and a faded blue wool, a bit frayed and stained. Some of those old brown marks were likely remnants of Brigid’s blood, as she fumbled to make the knot even though her fingers were slippery with blood gushing from her forehead. She’d barely been able to see, but she’d still smiled at me.
“There’s power in it,” Shara whispered. “Her intent is still bound to it. Bound to you. Her magic kept you bound to this plane until I could call you. If she were still alive, she would still have command over you. Perhaps even enough strength to force you to do her bidding over mine. I could try and break you free from her will, but it might kill you.”
“She’d never do such a thing,” I whispered hoarsely, my eyes burning even after all these years.Ah, Brigid, my sweet lass.“Her last words were, ‘Wait. Wait for her.’ She knew. Somehow. She always knew.”
“How long ago was the accident? A year? Several?”
I shook my head ruefully. “I have no idea. I’ve never had a good sense of time. I slept for a while, but I was occasionally aware enough to realize that I was trapped. It was cold and dark and quiet. Sometimes I heard whispering, but no matter how hard I strained, I couldn’t make out the words or who it was. Then one night I was awake and fully aware. I was needed. Urgently. I leaped into the air and flew straight to you.”
Shara kissed the knotted string and then pressed her lips to my pulse beating so strongly in my wrist. “I’m grateful that she was able to save you, though I hate the thought of you lying trapped somewhere, waiting for me to call you.”
Closing my eyes, I kissed the top of her head and breathed in her scent. “I’d wait however long it took to be here, now, with you.”
9
Shara
Dr. Mala Borcht set her typewriter bag on the table beside me and then fucking curtseyed like I was the queen of England. “Your Majesty, how may I be of service?”
“First of all, you can forget all the formalities,” I said tartly. “Please, sit. Would you like some coffee?”
