Page 12 of Queen Takes More
Ezra planted his elbow on Daire’s shoulders to keep his head down and out of his way, so he could lean closer and press his bleeding wrist to my mouth. I tried to keep my eyes open, so I could watch the way he moved inside Daire, but the taste of his blood swept me to a distant mountain cabin. A fire crackled in the fireplace that smelled of smoldering cinnamon. Snow whispered in the pine trees against the window. Thick fur tickling my nose. My bear.
Through our bonds, I felt him shove deep inside of Daire and release the mating hook. Daire writhed against me, but he refused to lift his mouth. I remembered all too well what the sudden expansion of that hook felt like. The incredible sense of fullness that was almost too much. Almost pain. But oh, so fucking good.
The scent of smoking hot rock and iron made my mouth water. Rik’s blood. I would have released Ezra’s wrist to take Rik’s blood instead, but my bear pushed harder against my mouth.
“More, sweetheart. Take me down to the last drop.”
Blood dripped on my shoulders and down my back. Each drop like a sizzling trail of molten wax. “This blood has another purpose for now.”
Mehen’s erection swelled inside me, his anticipation growing. Rik tipped me forward, letting his blood drip down my buttocks. Daire kept his face buried in my pussy, even though I was almost doubled over him. I wasn’t sure how he was going to breathe, but I couldn’t care as Rik started to slide into me. I was too busy trying to breathe myself.
None of my Blood were small men. Though Mehen wasn’t as big as Guillaume, who claimed the title of “hung like a hell horse,” it was still delicious agony to have them both inside me at the same time. I could feel their dicks gliding through me. Almost touching. So deep. I couldn’t. I wanted. No words.
:You don’t need words,:Rik whispered in my head, targeting only my bond. Only my alpha had the power to speak privately into my mind.:Never for me.:
My Blood came to me. All of them. Touching me. Their blood…
It was too much. My power surged, surely too high. I couldn’t contain it all. It would burn me out and destroy us all, but I couldn’t hold back. Power and pleasure both spilled into my Bloods’ bonds, lighting up the threads that tied us together in my mind. So bright. I couldn’t see my men any longer. I couldn’t see anything but the blistering heat rising inside me.
But I felt them. I smelled them. I tasted them. Nevarre’s hair and ancient Celtic magic. The elegant swipe of blue-green feathers in a sinuous glide through my mind. Roasted coffee and chocolate, the quiet whine of a dog. The ice-cold touch of my silent wolf that burned like quicksilver. Sulfur and brimstone, a stallion’s whicker. My warcat’s continuous purr that vibrated through my bones. A hissing puff of smoke. A grouchy growl from a grizzly.
The heavy, massive weight of a rock troll against my back.
I climaxed, endlessly, the rise and fall of a symphony that carried me into darkness. I didn’t know how long I faded out. It could have been minutes. Or hours. Weeks. I felt like Rip Van Winkle, only instead of sleeping, I’d been coming for a hundred years.
Blood and come burned on my skin, feeding my power. I could feel my body soaking it up like a sponge, turning their offerings into magic that I would use to obliterate our enemies, as effortlessly as they’d just obliterated me.
I lay on an impressive mountain of muscles. Tangled limbs and powerful hands and sheer rock-hard muscle, touching me everywhere, though it was Rik’s heartbeat beneath my cheek. I lifted my head and he shoved the heavy fall of hair out of my eyes so I could see him. His lips curved in a supremely smug smile that he completely deserved.
“Wow,” I finally managed to say.
“Did your alpha live up to your expectations, my queen?”
Maybe my brain still wasn’t working. I couldn’t seem to organize my thoughts.
I’d asked him to take me, anyway that he wanted. Which he’d done, yes, but somehow…
I’d still been in control, even when I’d given that control to him.
His thumb feathered over my lips. “Of course. You’re my queen.”
“But…”
He leaned up and licked the corner of my mouth, finding some blood that I’d missed. He rumbled, so softly, my mighty yet gentle giant. “My queen takes what she wants, even when she asks to be taken.”
I curled my arms around his neck and I pressed my mouth more fully to his.:Consider yourself taken, alpha.:
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Queen Takes Twins
(Written after Queen Takes Checkmate – set at a future Halloween)
TLACEL
“I’ve never been in a place long enough to decorate for a holiday,” Shara said. “Let alone Halloween. We won’t have trick-or-treaters so far out at the manor house, will we?”
Rik had sent my brother and I ahead to act as point guards, while he and Daire walked on either side of her down the sidewalk. The rest of her Blood formed a loose arc of protection as she window-shopped. Not that our queen feared much these days.
