Page 24 of Queen Takes Triune
So Daire made his first-ever caber toss stark naked. Luckily, he didn’t rip off half his skin from the rough bark of the log. We were all laughing too much at the sight of his shiny white ass staggering across the knoll to see if his log even flipped all the way over or not.
Even Vivian was laughing so hard that she’d bent over, gasping and holding her stomach.
Nonchalant despite—or rather, knowing him, because of—his complete nudity, Daire strolled up toward the picnic blanket like he wore the finest, most expensive suit in the world. Though he was definitely breathing hard, and the log had scraped a raw patch on his shoulder. “Not bad,” he wheezed. “If I do. Say so. Myself.”
I collapsed back against Rik with another round of giggles.
Nevarre waited until some of my mirth quieted, and then he crossed his arms over his chest. Nose in the air, he managed to sound like a highland laird. “Such flagrant disrespect of our time-honored traditions earns you a disqualification.”
Daire snorted. “Bullshit. You’re just mad I found a way to show up completely naked to a kilt contest.”
“This was never a kilt contest.” Nevarre loosened the plaid wrapped around his hips. His hair had fallen across his shoulder and clung to his dampened cheek and neck. He peeked through that black silk to make sure I was looking at him.
Eyes smoldering, he held my gaze and dropped the kilt. I heard the plaid fall gently to the ground.
I’m not going to look. I’m not. I’ve seen his cock before. Don’t be ridiculous. You don’t have to look.
I swallowed hard. And looked.
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NEVARRE
Iwould die a thousand deaths if only my queen would look at me with such hunger again.
Her gaze locked on my cock, and yeah, I felt the surge of lust in her bond. But she wanted so much more from me. When a queen fucked her Blood, he went eagerly, no doubt about it. We lived to serve and could only hope to be given the chance to touch and please her, when she had so many others just as eager to take their turn in her bed.
Most queens didn’t have a preference for a specific Blood. We were protection. Guards. Food when she hungered. Sex when she desired it. But that was it.
Shara Isador wasn’t like that in the slightest.
I’d served a queen before who had held my bond and feasted on my blood and body both, but she’d never owned the slightest part of my heart. For Shara, I’d cut my heart out of my chest and feed it to her bite by bite with my own hands.
I wasn’t a big man in any of the usual ways a queen might measure her Blood. But she looked at me likeIwas the gift. Like I mattered. Even if I was one in eleven, or twenty, or one hundred. She’d always look at me exactly the same way.
As if she’d just been served her favorite dessert.
She leisurely dragged her gaze back up to mine, and I loved the way she allowed herself to enjoy every inch of the journey. “Turn around,” she ordered softly, her luscious lips curving in a sensual, knowing smile. “I want to see all of you. You too, Daire.”
I did as she asked, not even trying to hide my smirk at the other Blood’s sound of disgust. I had him beat in this department, and he knew it.
I might not have the biggest dick, the most muscles, or even the longest hair, but I had the fullest, roundest ass of the bunch.
She didn’t say anything, but I felt the burning imprint of her stare on my skin. Her fangs pulsed and throbbed with the beat of her heart, and I knew I’d won the bet with Daire.
“No fair,” he grumped, giving my shoulder a friendly shove.
“Your ass gets tapped all the time,” I replied. “It’s about time someone else gets some recognition.”
I’d deliberately stepped close enough to the edge of the blanket that she could touch me if she wished. I felt the whisper of her breath across my skin as she leaned closer. Her fingertips traced the bare skin at the top of my boots and lingered in the hollows behind my knees. Her light, soft touch made me quiver with urgency. My heartbeat thudded so hard in my skull that if she spoke, I didn’t hear.
She leaned closer, her hair tickling the backs of my thighs. Her fingers traced the dome of my right kneecap and inched up with agonizing slowness to massage my quad.
I’d fantasized about her touching me like this. But I’d never dreamed my queen would tenderly rub her cheek against my ass. My queen should never humble herself like this. I should be onmyknees worshipping her.
Voice shaking, I started to turn toward her. “My queen should never be on her knees.”
She wrapped her fingers around my dick, freezing me in place before I could fully face her. “Don’t be ridiculous. I have you right where I want you.”
