Page 61 of Queen Takes Triune
Yes, wings. I felt something fluttering above us more substantial than the velvety shadows wrapped around me. My dog had sprouted wings, though I still didn’t know exactly what he was now.
His jaws clamped harder on my shoulder, his teeth and fangs grinding on bone. More pain, sharper now. An extra shot of espresso to add kick and depth to my pleasure. Because I was climaxing. I had been for a while as I drifted. I tightened my muscles, squeezing his dick harder, my pussy hungry for more. I didn’t want him to stop. I didn’t want it to end. I didn’t want him to ever slide free and leave me empty.
Tightening his grip on my throat, I felt his sudden realization. He could tear my throat out. Easily. His big hand and vicious claws would make quick work of the deed. And yeah, there was a part of his monster that wanted to see the violent spray of my blood gushing from a torn throat. Even the tree shuddered beneath me, horrified and yet haunted with longing for such a feast.
I wasn’t afraid. I could heal it. I could bear it. If he needed it.
His silent call sang through me again, a deep bellow that made my bones resonate like a deep bass drum. His cock throbbed inside me, adding to the vibration. I climaxed again, or harder. Longer. I wasn’t sure. I couldn’t remember what it felt like not to come. Not to feel pleasure liquifying my muscles. Not to feel the hot throb of release.
My feast had only just begun.
I drank him in through my skin, everywhere we touched. His pleasure. His sweat and come. His emotion. His relief that he hadn’t ripped out my throat. His lingering horror that I would have allowed it, confident in my ability to heal whatever he did to me. His heart thudded against my back, reminding me of the other tree we’d grown together. How I’d grasped his bare, bleeding heart in my hand and felt the pulse of his life against my palm. I could have killed him then, the same as he could have killed me now.
This need we shared was dark. Yes. Pain-filled and bloody and so fucking delicious. I could only hope that we needed to grow a tree every month.
He groaned against my ear, making my lips curve. A human sound, not a beast’s roar. He moved on top of me, trying to shift the bulk of his weight off me, though I didn’t mind. “Are you alright, my queen? Have I injured you? Alpha!”
I groaned too—with regret as his dick slid out of me. “I’m fine,” I mumbled, trying to open my eyes. It was so fucking dark. Had the small fire ball I’d set for light gone out? Why couldn’t I see?
Gentle hands swept over my face and I realized hair covered my eyes. Mine. His. A sweaty, tangled mess. All the Blood had started growing their hair out, first to compete with Nevarre, and then with Vivian, who had the most beautiful fiery red hair I’d ever seen. Itztli’s was more of a mohawk, with the sides of his head shaved close to his skull. But the top and back were still long, and he usually wore stiffened spikes in a showy ridge down his head.
A hand cupped my cheek. Rik’s. I’d know his touch anywhere. “What a beautiful tree you’ve grown, my queen.”
I smiled and blinked until my eyes focused on him. But his head was lower than me. I started to sit up, wincing as tender skin pulled and bruises throbbed.
“Heal yourself, and then I’ll help you down.”
Heal? I looked down at my chest and winced again. I was covered in blood and scratches. Some were from Itztli’s claws and others were from the tree.
Itztli drew in a shaking breath. “Goddess. Forgive me. Take every drop of blood in my body, my queen.”
I shifted closer to him and gave him as stern a frown as I could muster when I was still buzzed with pleasure. “I don’t need your blood to heal. I’m fine.” I closed my eyes and concentrated intently, willing my flesh to heal and the bleeding to stop. A few moments of uncomfortable tingling as my skin knit back together and I was as good as new. “See?”
Rik lifted his arms, and I finally realized we were up in the tree. I’d been leaning against it in the beginning, but evidently, we’d somehow ended up on top of its branches. It wasn’t as tall as the heart tree in Arkansas, thankfully, so no one had to climb up to bring me down.
Cradling me in his arms, he ran his bond through me, looking for any lingering injuries. I didn’t mind, even though I’d told him I was fine. Sometimes it was nice to be taken care of—even when I didn’t need it.
“Gorgeous,” Gwen breathed out a sigh of awe as she stared at the tree. “I can see exactly where you were lying. The flowers grew in the shape of your body, as if you’d stretched out on top of a tree to take a nap.”
Only then did I remember that she and her Blood had just watched me and Itztli fuck on top of a tree. And I was still naked. Her Blood didn’t ogle me like human men probably would have, but it still made me blush.
I’d have been furious if one of my Blood was naked in front of her or another queen. Absolutely livid. They were mine. MINE.
Yet here I was completely naked in front of three strange men and my Blood didn’t even care.
“Oh, trust me, we care.” Daire grinned as he handed me my discarded dress. “But they’ll never be yours like we are, and you’re our queen. If you want to march stark naked down Broadway, then so be it.”
I wriggled in Rik’s arms, silently telling him I wanted him to put me down. He did so, though I felt the reluctance in his bond. He still worried for me, and yeah, he was a little jealous too. Well, that wasn’t the right word. He didn’t begrudge my time with Itztli at all. He just wished I’d do the same with him.
I blew a puff of air against my tangled hair, lifting it out of my eyes. “Anytime, alpha. Anytime.”
I started to pull the dress back over my head and froze. My head rang, my ears screeching with a vicious alarm. My heart pounded so hard that my ribs hurt. That sound. Goddess. Tangled up in the material, I finally got my hands clamped over my ears, but that didn’t help. The fire alarms weren’t shrilling here in the tower. This was an internal alarm.
My nest. My trees.
INTRUDER. MURDER. DEATH. COME NOW.
“Shara!” Gina sobbed, threading her way through everyone to reach me, her phone clutched to her ear. “Your nest is under attack. Frank’s been hurt. Winston…” She hauled in a tremulous breath. “He’s afraid Frank might be dead.”
