Page 15 of Queen Takes More
“My brother has a need that remains unfulfilled.”
Turning to him, she cupped his face in both her palms. “Tlacel? What is it? What’s wrong?” Because he was trembling.
She didn’t move, but her bond overflowed with sweet, crystal waters glittering with the light of a full moon. Her power rose, filling my nose with the scents of a desert. Blowing sands, night blooming jasmine, and the rich, dark scent of loam found deep in the forest, untouched by the sun. She flowed through us both, reading our secrets and my brother’s unspoken need.
Stroking his cheeks, she slid her hands up past his ears and tangled her fingers in his hair. She tightened her grip slowly, watching his face. Reading his bond. His eyes tightened with the subtle pain, but that wasn’t why she did it. Tlacel didn’t enjoy pain like me.
She moved her fingers to his nape, her head tilting slightly as she listened to his bond. Squeezing her fingers on his neck, she felt the moment he relaxed into her grip. “Ah,” she breathed out, her lips curving into a soft, knowing smile. “Itztli, would you have something handy that we can use to tie your brother up?”
Tlacel’s eyes flared wide with shock. Not at her suggestion—but at her easy acceptance of his need. He didn’t want pain. He wanted to be bound. He wanted to be made helpless.
For our queen and she alone.
“Of course, my queen.”
SHARA
Silly man. The thought of any of my Blood silently enduring the pain of an unspoken need made my heart ache. Let alone that Tlacel had actually beenafraidto tell me for fear that I’d think less of him.
The man had shredded tendons and broken bones to keep me and Xochitl from falling through the portal. I didn’t doubt his dedication, love, or strength in any way. Even if he wanted me to tie him up so he couldn’t move a muscle.
Itztli stepped away a moment and quickly returned with a coil of white rope. Still gripping Tlacel’s neck hard with my right hand, I touched the rope with my other to judge its strength. It was surprisingly soft and flexible despite its thickness. The only problem: I didn’t know the best way to tie him up.
Tying his wrists together was too basic. Too… normal. My feathered serpent Blood wanted so much more than that. In his bond, he’d wanted to be wrapped up so tightly that he couldn’t move a muscle, almost like a cocoon.
Guillaume stepped out from the fringe of Blood around the room and joined us. “If I may make some suggestions…”
Itztli handed him the coiled rope. “Be our guest.”
Letting the ends of the rope fall to the floor, Guillaume shifted his hands to roughly the middle of the length. He tugged on the rope, testing its strength, and nodded. “It’s a good choice. With the correct knots and positions, even our alpha would have a hard time breaking free without shifting to his rock troll. Turn him around, my queen.”
I’d never really thought about how much stronger I was physically than a normal human. I’d come into my power, sure, but all my Blood were bigger and badder than me. Except not really, because with a hard twist of my hand, I had Tlacel turned away from me.
All of my Blood would try to anticipate my wishes and act before I ever had to ask them, let alone force them. But Tlacel wanted a little bit of that force. Hewantedme to put him where I wanted him—and then force him to stay there.
I watched as Guillaume looped the rope around each of Tlacel’s arms at the elbow, drawing his arms back impossibly far. I kept careful attention on his bond, listening for any real pain or concern. His shoulders strained and pulled, but the ache made a soft sigh escape his lips. His heart thudded heavily and his cock twitched between us. All I had to do was look at one of the guys and he was erect, but Tlacel was definitely getting into this. The tip of his cock glistened and his breathing came faster. I didn’t have to see his eyes to know they were heavy and dark with lust.
Guillaume looped the rope up the man’s biceps, keeping his muscles taut with strain as his arms were encased. Unsheathing a knife, he cut off both ends, giving us two shorter sections to work with.
“I’m assuming you want him…accessible,” G said as he waggled his eyebrows, making me laugh. “Put him where you want him, and then we’ll tie up his legs to make him as uncomfortable as possible.”
Itztli helped me ease his brother down to his knees, and then he and G each used a piece of rope to bind Tlacel’s ankles tightly to his thighs. The rope dug into his skin, making the muscle bulge on either side of the binding. It looked fairly uncomfortable, but I supposed that was the point. I walked around Tlacel, listening to his bond and making sure he wasn’t in too much pain.
“How did you learn to do this?” I asked Guillaume.
“A benefit of being imprisoned for so long. The guards had to get inventive with their restraints.” Guillaume grabbed a handful of Tlacel’s hair and tugged his head back, bending his throat in a hard arc. A gasp escaped his throat and he swallowed hard. “Another time, you might want to tie his hair to his hands, like this. And of course, you could always bind his balls or cock too. Some guys really enjoy that, but again, I assumed you would want him accessible and ready to use without having to untie him first. You’ll need to be more careful with such tender bits.”
Mehen snorted attender bits, but I felt Rik give him a hard alpha nudge before he could say anything. Even a good-natured joke might hurt Tlacel’s confidence, though as I listened to his bond, all I felt was a scorching wildfire racing through his body. He didn’t care about what the other Blood might think of him right now.
“Thank you, G.”
My knight inclined his head and quietly withdrew, leaving me alone with the twins in the center of the room. Casually, I walked back around in front of Tlacel so I could see his face. His lips were parted, his chest heaving. Sweat glistened on his skin, smearing the paint. His eyes…
I’d thought they’d be heavy and burning with desire, but instead, his eyes were soft and unfocused. Exactly how Daire looked when one of the guys manhandled him. Bottomed out and drifting away into bliss.
Stepping closer, I cupped Tlacel’s chin in my hand and waited until he blinked and focused on my face. Without looking away from him, I said, “Itztli, you can help me undress while your brother watches.”
Itztli immediately seized the bottom hem of my sweater and tugged it up over my head. I hadn’t bothered with a bra. Tlacel’s eyes dropped to my breasts and his shoulders quivered, tendons standing out beneath his skin. Torture, to be so close to me and not be able to touch me.
