Page 21 of Queen Takes More
Which was exactly what my warcat had wanted.
Understanding dawned on me. Mayte had a softness about her that I loved. Vivian had a natural hardness.
“I’ve not always been in touch with my more submissive side,” Mayte said softly. “I was ashamed of it. I was afraid that if I revealed my true nature that my Blood would think me weak and unable to protect the nest. You’re my queen, Shara. I’ll gladly give you anything you want and love every minute of it. Especially if Vivian wouldn’t mind exerting some of that dominance tomakeme pleasure you.”
VIVIAN
Itried not to say or do anything that would sway my queen’s decision, even though a simmering volcano rumbled inside me.
Shara had already answered my fervent prayer and taken me as her Blood. That she’d even consider allowing me to fuck her sibling queen… Let alone dominate her…
That was a boon that I did not deserve.
Shara gave me a hard look that still managed to be sultry. “You deserve everything you could ever desire and more, my Blood.”
I swallowed hard. “I know how you feel about other women touching us, my queen. If you don’t want me to touch her…”
Her head tipped slightly and her luscious lips curved. “I’d like you to touch her. Very much. As long as she wants it too.”
Mayte let out a fragile breathy sigh that stirred the flames hotter inside me. “I do.”
I loved my queen with every furious beat of my heart. I’d slit my throat to please her and bathe the world in hellfire to protect her. But she would never make such a prey-like sound.
A sound my predator liked very much indeed.
While she’d definitely allowed me to guide our lovemaking to a point, she’d never want to be truly dominated. It just wasn’t in her. Even her alpha would never try to exert himself to conquering her will. He could guide, suggest, and on occasion, take the reins at her suggestion, but he’d always do so with finesse and a careful ear to her bond.
Shara fucking Isador loved us and loved fucking us in any way we desired. But none of us would ever expect her tosubmit.
Never.
Whatever Shara gave me was enough. I didn’t even consider wanting to dominate her. I was happy enough to have her touch me on occasion and allow me to fuck her without one of her males. It’d never occurred to me in a million years that I’d have the opportunity to dominate another woman ever again. Let alone for our queen’s enjoyment.
She loved watching Mehen or Ezra push Daire around.
The thought of her watchingmedominate Mayte…
And fuckingenjoyingit…
Smoak screeched inside of me, a storm of flames that threatened to ignite the heart tree.
Shara tugged the sweater over her head and tossed it down on the rock ledge that formed a perfect lounging area beside the hot spring. Shoving her jeans down her thighs, she winked at me. “Oh, I’m going to enjoy the hell out of it.”
“Stop,” I barked out automatically. She arched a brow at my harsh tone, but paused. “My queen,” I quickly amended. “May I suggest that you allow Mayte to unwrap you? She’s your late Christmas present after all.”
Laughing softly, Shara dropped down to sit on top of her sweater with her jeans partially pulled down. “If she’s the gift, shouldn’t she be the one unwrapped?”
I gazed steadily at Mayte and didn’t answer. Entranced, she stared at our queen’s breasts and the tip of her tongue moistened her lips. She was a lovely woman with dusky brown skin and luminous eyes, shorter than our queen with lush, soft curves. Even feet away, I could smell her scent of warm, spicy flowers as her temperature rose. Tempting, yes, but I wanted to see how she reacted to me, not just to our queen.
Finally, she lifted those gleaming eyes up to my face and she froze. Her nostrils flared with alarm, her eyes wide as she took in my stance. Even though I kept my hands loose at my sides and made no threatening moves, I couldn’t help but radiate command and intimidation, a proud, furious energy that bowed for no one and nothing except our queen.
I didn’t say a word. I didn’t have to. Mayte dropped to her knees at our queen’s feet, but it wasmysilent will that put her there. I stepped closer and seized her nape in my left hand, deliberately tangling her hair in my fingers. She gasped softly, her eyes widening even more. Her pupils dilated, her lips parted, and her smoldering scent of flowers filled my nose.
“Mayte? Are you alright?” Shara asked softly.
I tightened my fingers on Mayte’s throat. “Tell her.”
“Yes, my queen.” Her voice trembled, her chest heaving frantically for air. “This is…”
