Page 53 of Queen Takes Triune
For me.
Daire had his teeth buried in Llewellyn’s shoulder and hung on his back, while my gryphon wrestled the twins. My Templar knight had drawn his heaviest sword and traded blows with Vivian, who held slender, curved blades in each hand.
I met Rik’s smoldering gaze, and if I’d had panties on, they would have disintegrated in that glowing forge of lust.
Bulging arms crossed over his chest, he stood with shoulders impossibly wide, ignoring the squabbles around him. None of them dared touch my alpha, or so I thought.
As he reached for me, something silver flashed behind him. A metal tip protruded from his stomach. He let out a low grunt of pain. But he ignored the blade sticking out of his stomach and bent down to press his lips to mine.
“Rik,” I gasped against his mouth, my fingers seeking out the wound to test how bad it was.
He captured my hand in his and lifted my bloody fingers up toward my lips. “No worries, my queen. We bleed for you.”
The blade disappeared a moment, only to slam back into him hard enough he arched against me.
With a disgusted growl, he reached behind him and dragged Guillaume around by his throat. Even with a meaty arm clamped around his neck, G still plunged the blade into my alpha again.
Rik did nothing to stop him. Ignoring the blade completely, he smeared his blood on my lips. “Why would I stop him from giving you every drop of blood in my body?”
“But he’s stabbing you.”
Rik tightened his arm around Guillaume’s throat. My Templar knight’s face started to turn beet red. He couldn’t breathe, but he didn’t do anything to try and free himself either, even as Rik wrestled him down to the ground in front of him.
Guillaume lay against his chest, between Rik’s thighs, like I normally sat, though Rik didn’t ever strangle me into that position. Blood coated them both, dripping down to the ground.
Mesmerized, I couldn’t tear my gaze away.
“Come, my queen. Stab yourself on something more useful than the knight’s blade in my ribs.”
Gulp. I didn’t know when they’d had time to remove their clothes, but now I couldn’t stop staring at Guillaume's massive erection.
Rik jammed his fangs into G’s shoulder, making him buck his hips up in invitation. He didn’t drink my knight’s blood, but pulled back so blood spurted down Guillaume’s chest.
So much fucking blood. My fangs throbbed in my mouth but didn’t descend. There wasn’t any need, not with my Blood ripping each other open for me. I straddled Guillaume’s hips and started to slowly impale myself while I licked the rivulets of blood from his skin. I couldn’t take him inside quickly. He was just too big. I had to work my hips, gliding him deeper inch by inch. Torturing us both with exquisite pleasure.
Their mingled blood flamed through me. I pushed harder against him, forcing him deeper, making us both groan, though his came out choked. His face was almost purple, but Rik didn’t give him any quarter. Neither did my knight. He crossed his arm over his chest so he could plunge the blade backwards hard again, sinking deep into Rik’s shoulder.
I’d never seen injuries bleed like this. His blood sprayed up violently, as if he’d been shot or a major artery had been severed, though Rik didn’t seem to be in any significant pain or danger. His eyes still smoldered, heavy-lidded and dark as he watched me ride the other man. His lips slanted in a sensual, knowing curve of wicked satisfaction.
I smeared my fingers in the blood coating Guillaume’s chest, reveling in the velvety sensation of liquid power flowing over my skin.
Suddenly, I wanted to roll and wallow on them. Until every inch of me was covered in their blood.
“You heard our queen’s desire,” Rik growled.
One of them dropped down behind me. I didn’t know which. I didn’t care. They were mine. All of them. Their blood mine to call.
Even if that meant wearing it like a crimson second skin.
Hot, sweet blood cascaded over my shoulder and down my breasts, bringing with it the scent of fur crisped with frost. Xin, my silent, ghostly wolf. He bled on me so heavily I was afraid that he’d slit his own throat. More blood, this time scented with cinnamon and bear. My hair was sticky and heavy. Blood on my face. Pouring down my throat.
While I rode Guillaume to oblivion.
Beyond words. I could only feel. Feel every wondrous inch of their bodies against me. Hot muscle. Steel cocks. Hands and mouths. Fangs puncturing my skin. All of them.
They fed on me.
While I fed on their rising lust and the ocean of their blood.
