Page 3 of Queen Takes More
No more queens could die. We couldn’t afford to lose any more ground. I knew it. Even though I didn’t knowwhyit was so important, or what dire threat may be approaching that even the Dauphine and the queen of Rome would need to be my allies.
Rik gripped the back of my neck in a hand powerful enough to crush granite. Tenderly, he kneaded the tension ratcheting my shoulders and neck tighter. Gently but firmly, he worked his fingers up my nape. Stroked the back of my scalp, rubbing away the pain threatening to settle behind my eyes. Then back down to my shoulders.
“I have a suggestion, my queen,” he said in a low rumble against my ear meant to carry to the man kneeling before me. “Let your Blood use him while you watch.”
Use him. It was such an ugly way to suggest they all take a turn.
But Daire’s eyes went heavy and dark at those words. He liked that idea. Very much indeed.
I didn’t agree immediately. I’d never make anyone do anything they didn’t want.
“Please,” Daire whispered urgently. “Let them all use me. Let them punish me. I’ll love it. The thought that you’re watching…”
He paused, his breathing loud. His pupils were dilated, his sultry lips parted invitingly.
I raised my gaze to the rest of my Blood, gauging their interest in this proposed punishment. Vivian gave me a disgusted snort and shook her head. I knew she’d be out. Smoak shimmered around her shoulders, and I didn’t have to listen to her bond to know the phoenix would definitely be willing to hop to me so I could fuck Daire like I’d fucked Nevarre.
“Hell yeah,” Ezra said immediately, at the same time that Mehen snapped, “I’m first.”
“Like hell you are,” my bear retorted.
But my Templar knight surprised me when he stepped closer to us and started unbuttoning his jeans. Ezra and Mehen both loved Daire, but I didn’t know Guillaume had ever had interest in fucking any man.
Pretending I’d offended him, he arched a brow at me as he jerked his pants open. “I’m interested in fucking anyone and anything that will give you pleasure. I think size should go before everyone else, don’t you, my queen?”
Mehen opened his mouth to argue, but grimaced. “I have him on age, but not on size. Sadly. Well, D, it was nice knowing you. The knight’s going to rip you a new asshole.”
One of my more quiet and reserved Blood, Tlacel raced out of the room. For a moment, I was afraid we’d terrified him, but he quickly returned with a hank of rope in his hands. “This is punishment, right, my queen? So he shouldn’t be able to touch any of us, or gain any enjoyment by fighting back.”
Of course, another submissive man would completely understand Daire’s needs—and know how best to help us satisfy them. Because he was right. Listening to Daire’s bond, I could feel the heat pulsing in his blood. He was rock hard, painfully aroused, ready for anything. Even my Templar knight’s stallion-sized dick.
I winced at the thought of taking him anally. But Daire was panting, his eyes dark and shining as he stripped off his clothes in record time. “Take it all out on me. Everything. I can take it.”
Tlacel looped the rope around each of Daire’s wrists, crossed in the small of his back. But he didn’t stop there. He made snug loops around the rest of Daire’s torso, pulling the rope tight enough that his skin bulged through the coils.
Controlled. Bound. Maybe even painful, but not enough to injure him.
Blood splattered Daire’s back, mesmerizing me. Gleaming red rubies on white rope and pink flesh. I licked my lips, my fangs throbbing as they descended. I followed the path of droplets, down the small of his back to the rounded globes of his ass as Guillaume lubed him.
My knight held his left wrist over Daire’s ass, dripping blood over him. Over himself. He lazily pumped his cock in his other hand, smeared with blood. Hunger suddenly spiked inside me, a raging wildfire of thirst that would never be quenched. I’d fed on all my Blood dozens, if not hundreds, of times in the few short months they’d been mine. I’d drained them to unconsciousness.
And it would never be enough.
Rik curled his left forearm around before my mouth, and it was all I could do not to immediately tear into his wrist and splatter myself with his blood. But it was much too early in our play to make my alpha come so quickly. He wasn’t a jealous alpha by any means, but generally, Rik was the one to finish our lovemaking sessions if at all possible. I suspected that he wanted to be sure I was always satisfied, and deep down, he only trusted himself to ensure I was fully sated.
Even with eleven other Blood eager to make me come as many times as possible while they took their own pleasure.
My fangs throbbed, but I didn’t sink them into Rik’s wrist. Scenarios played out in my head, my brain leaping from one idea to the next in rapid-fire. Who did I wish to reward by bringing them closer? Who wouldn’t mind playing, even if only a minor role from the sidelines? Who would Rik not mind biting him?
:I wouldn’t mind anyone’s bite as long as you feed, my queen.:
Mentally, I gave myself a shake. I didn’t want to be this kind of queen.
A queen who played games. Even sexual games.
A Triune queen.
Fuck. I’m on the Triune. How much will things change now?
