Page 12 of Queen Takes Triune
He smoothed both palms up and down my back, his fingers massaging with just enough strength to make me melt. The perfect pressure in his hands. Reverence, but also power. Tenderness, but with the promise to blow my mind.
Letting my eyes flutter shut, I surrendered to the sweet pleasure humming through me. “Make love to me.”
“Always.” He didn’t make an order to Llewellyn, even in the bond, but they both touched me. Held me. Hands gliding over my skin. Soft kisses. The flick of a tongue. The faintest scrape of a fang over a vein.
My skin came alive with every soft touch, a rising symphony that lifted and carried me through a night sky. I didn’t try to hold back or rush them along. I wanted to feel. Breathe. Revel in the hard stroke of muscle against me.
Rik slid into me with exquisitely slow, sweet torture. Cradling my ass in either hand, he effortlessly controlled how deeply he moved. A slow roll of his hips lifted me higher. Making me cry out. His dick rubbed inside me, and stars exploded behind my eyelids.
Shuddering, I came quietly. Gently. My breath caught in my throat, a ragged sigh escaping my lips. But nothing like the clawing, raging hunger that usually drove me. He stilled the slow rock so we could both feel the rhythmic clenching of my pussy. The flares of pleasure still trembling through me.
“So fucking beautiful,” Llewellyn whispered against my ear. “I could watch you come all night, my queen.”
Rik nudged up slightly and I groaned. “Just call me Shara tonight. I don’t want to think about queens and Triunes right now.”
Llewellyn growled softly and playfully bit my earlobe. “Shara.”
I allowed my head to drop back against his shoulder, sinking deeper into the haze of peace and desire curling through me. Actually, I was floating, carried away on a gryphon’s wings and cradled in a rock troll’s palm.
The scent of blood made my stomach rumble, even though I wasn’t physically hungry. Llewellyn’s scent filled my nose. Leather and rich, warm sandalwood. His blood dripped down my back as he lowered his hand to smear a bloody path along my crack. He pushed into me, just as slowly as Rik had done, giving me all the time in the world to feel them. To think about their dicks gliding back and forth inside me, so close to each other. Filling me. Pushing me deeper into the water.
Wait, what? My mind jolted like I’d driven over a pothole. Water. I could hear the bubbling sound of the spring pushing up from the rocks and roots of my heart tree. Blood in the water. My head sinking beneath the surface. Light shimmered, butbelowme. That didn’t make sense. Maybe I was turned around? But I looked up and I could make out the wavy image of the moon gleaming above me, bright and full, though distorted by the water.
“Shara?”
I blinked and focused on Rik’s face. His brow was furrowed with concern, his grip tightening on my hips. Both Blood throbbed inside me, but they paused, waiting to be sure I was alright.
The image was gone, but I still felt the sensation of gliding through water.Passingthrough water. Of course. “I just had a waking dream.”
“Your mother did that sometimes,” Llewellyn said. “She often stared into the fire, like you did earlier, or floated on her back in water.”
“For a moment, I swear your bond felt… stretched,” Rik said. “Like you weren’t here, even though I could touch you.”
I combed my fingers through his hair and snuggled against his chest. “I don’t think I was here. Remember the portal that Xochitl fell through in Mexico? I think there’s one in my grotto.”
Llewellyn pressed closer, covering my back so that I was completely surrounded by rock-hard muscle. Heaven on earth. “According to the old stories, any body of water can be turned into a portal for the right queen.”
Rik’s arms banded tighter around me, his voice dropping an octave. “As long as you take us with you.”
Llewellyn pushed deeper, making me cry out. I gripped Rik’s shoulders hard enough that I could taste his blood again.
I didn’t tell him that I hadn’t sensed him with me as I passed through the portal. Where would I need to go without my Blood?
5
Mehen
In all the many thousands of years in my life, there had never been anything as good as lying in my queen’s bed. Even when a rat glared at me from her pillow with malevolent eyes.
Shara was goodness and light and joy, the purest love I had ever known. And I would kill untold numbers of people to keep her in my sights. Even if she never touched me again.
Even if all I was allowed to do was cradle her foot against my chest like she cuddled the fucking rat, I would do it. Reverently.
Luckily for me, for all of us, she wanted so much more.
Rik had sent the bird-cat out on patrol with Guillaume and Xin. The rest of us had stayed inside the house, hoping to be called to her bed. Even if all she wanted to do was sleep—sign me the fuck up.
I expected Daire to get the call to join her in bed, but not me. I wasn’t known for my cuddling ability, not like the purring fur ball. He curled around her on one side and Rik laid on her other, leaving her feet to me. She was so soundly asleep that she didn’t stir, even with Daire’s purr shaking the bed.
