Page 4 of Queen Takes More
Llewellyn stepped closer, drawing my attention as he dropped to his knees on my left. “A powerful queen always plays games, especially with her pleasure and her blood. It’s inevitable as you grow in power and call more of us to your side. Even you couldn’t fuck twenty or thirty Blood at once, my queen. You will always need to choose who to reward with your presence, for we’re greedy as fuck.”
Deep down, there was a part of me that snorted defiantly and said,“oh yeah, wanna bet?”
A deep, guttural cry drew my gaze to Daire. On his knees, he’d leaned forward, his face pressed against his crossed arms. Bracing himself. As Guillaume started to work his ass open. My knight’s face was hard with concentration. Controlling himself as he eased inside, stretching Daire’s tight ass open.
“Oh no you don’t.” Guillaume muttered, fisting a hand in Daire’s shaggy hair and jerking his head back. “Let her see the look on your face. Show her what a good kitty cat you are.”
Even the scent of Rik’s blood couldn’t tear my gaze from the look on Daire’s face as my knight worked himself deep. Enraptured pain. Agonized bliss. Sweat glistened on his forehead, his sandy-brown hair dark and damp. Eyes wide open and dark, he stared up at me. Breaking, slowly, before my eyes. Wall after wall coming down. Rubble dropping around him. Leaving him bare. Vulnerable.
Torn down to the bare studs. Exactly what he’d needed the most.
Rik pressed a bleeding bite to my mouth, careful to keep his beefy arm low so I could still watch. Llewellyn pressed along my side, not moving away now that he’d drawn Rik’s blood for me. He kissed along my arm, his tongue flicking against every sensitive hollow, bringing my skin alive.
Shadows flickered across Daire’s face. Muscles twitched along his jaws. His breathing rasped loudly and he bit his lip. Adding the scent of his blood to the air that seemed to shimmer all around me.
Heat. Energy. Blood. The entire room hummed with lust and pain and hunger.
Ezra knelt beside Daire and gripped his chin, keeping his head up. The sharp crack of his palm on Daire’s hip made me jolt against Rik, but I didn’t lift my mouth from his blood. “Don’t hold back your cries and screams, D. We want to hear everything.”
Daire whimpered, too softly for Ezra, evidently, because he gave him another sharp blow.
“Maybe you need my belt.”
“Fuck that shit,” Mehen growled, dropping down on Daire’s other side. “Teeth work better than any flimsy piece of leather.”
He curled over Daire’s back enough to sink his fangs into the top of his shoulder. He shuddered and cried out, his voice rising in volume as Guillaume shoved to the hilt.
“Fuck.” G grunted, jerking Daire’s head back harder, straining his throat in a hard arc. “That’s good, cat. You’re stuffed to the whiskers now. I’d ask the lizard to stuff your mouth too, but I’d rather you see our queen and watch what the rest of us do for her while you’re busy satisfying us.”
Green eyes blinked up at me, sparkling with malice and glee as Mehen lifted his head. He jammed fangs into Daire’s throat. His biceps. Not little love bites, but deep, hard strikes that left rivulets of blood dripping down the man’s body. Each time, Daire cried out softly, his body shaking. Then he’d groan and shift again, trying to find some quarter from Guillaume’s advance. But my knight had no mercy, inexorably shoving deeper.
Rocking back on his heels, he pulled Daire upright, keeping him skewered on his lap. Daire’s cock was painfully hard, the head purple. Even before Tlacel started wrapping the end of the rope around him. The more Daire whimpered and shifted, the louder his cries became. Deep, guttural moans that made me shift against Rik.
I gulped his blood so hard that I almost choked and spluttered blood all over myself. My alpha was always semi-erect, but now he felt like a rock-hard column against my buttocks.
I wasn’t aware that Llewellyn had tugged my bodice down, until I felt his tongue wrap around my nipple. I moaned around Rik’s wrist, arching my chest up invitingly. Xin dropped beside us on my other side, adding his tongue to the exquisite torment.
Hands glided up my thighs. Sliding the heavy satin and silk skirts aside. Baring my pussy for the man being punished. And it was punishment for Daire. To be so close… but unable to touch. To smell my desire and see the cream welling from my core, and be unable to taste it. To know that my other Blood were touching me. Kissing me. Stroking my heat.
And he couldn’t. He couldn’t do anything but groan and take another inch of Guillaume’s dick.
So many hands and mouths. Dazed, I couldn’t focus on anything but the sensation of my Blood. They kept their touch soft and light, fingertips barely skimming my skin. Making goosebumps race along my limbs. Fangs delicately scratching—but not penetrating.
Rik’s fingers slid inside me. I knew his touch. I would always know his hands from the others.
I released his wrist, letting my head fall back against his chest. He cradled me on his lap, one hand wrapped over my pussy, his other supporting my head as he lifted me up slightly. Giving my Blood better access, so they could carefully strip the court gown off my body.
Burning cinnamon filled my mouth. Vivian’s lips locked to mine. Her burning-silk hair brushed my cheek. Someone’s mouth closed over my clit, while Rik slowly stroked inside me. Nevarre, I thought. I could have used the bond to know for sure… but it was so erotic trying to decide just by touch. The weight of a hand, the way their tongues flicked or flattened or teased. Each one of them had such a different personality and presence.
“Please,” Daire growled out, making me blink and focus on his face. He twisted harder against Guillaume, his eyes locked on my pussy. On Nevarre’s dark head and Rik’s hand.
Ezra slapped Daire’s hip again, a sharp crack that made him buck in Guillaume’s lap. “See, but don’t touch. That’s your punishment, D. Much worse than getting fucked by the hell horse, ain’t it.”
Someone picked up my right foot, his mouth hot on my ankle. My calf. The aggressive rasp of his tongue told me it was Mehen. Evidently he’d tired of biting Daire.
An image filled my head of them all feeding on me at once. I shuddered, desire spiking hard and fast inside me. I didn’t have to ask. They were all entwined inside my head. They knew my thoughts almost before I could comprehend them myself.
Mehen sank his fangs deeply into my calf without hesitation. His fingers tightened on my ankle, holding me despite the involuntary kick and twitch. It hurt so good. The searing glide of ivory into that muscle. The heat and pressure of his mouth. Llewellyn and Xin both sank their fangs into my breasts, holding my throbbing nipples on their tongues. Vivian took my throat. Rik, my shoulder. Tlacel bit my other calf. Itztli curled my arm around him, so as he sank his fangs into my biceps, my nails would jab into his back. Nevarre didn’t need my blood. Not when he was feasting from my core.
