Page 6 of Queen Takes More
I strained up higher, scrambling helplessly on the floor. Trying to get my head up high enough for her dangling fingers to touch me.
Rik, the fucking bastard, just kept right on walking. Didn’t even pause or lower her down an inch to let me feel even the slightest brush of her fingers.
My dick throbbed like all nine circles of Dante’s Inferno had taken up residence in my groin. If I didn’t get that fucking rope off soon, she might have to heal me and see if a queen’s blood could regrow a warcat dick.
Something snagged the rope binding my elbows together and lifted me, swinging me around effortlessly like a sack of meal. Rik dragged me along beside him like I weighed nothing, even carrying our queen in his other arm. He didn’t say a word, but hauled me up the stairs. Frantically stumbling along, I tried to get my feet under me so I could limp alongside him rather than be dragged.
Inside her bedroom, he picked me up and tossed me face down on her bed. Luckily I managed to catch myself on my knees enough to roll slightly and protect my erection. I sure as fuck didn’t want to hear Mehen’s taunts if I broke my dick. I couldn’t see much behind me, but I heard the quiet rustling as Nevarre put her dress away. The low murmur of their voices. I felt the slight dip in the mattress as Rik lay her down onto the bed.
Immediately, I turned my head, ready to roll toward her, but Rik seized my bound arms and pinned me in place. His big hands checked the ropes up my arms and chest, making my poor tortured dick throb even harder.
Goddess, I loved Shara more than life itself, but if I could have Rik fuck me too… I could die a very happy man.
He lifted me up enough to check the tortured condition of my dick and let out a low grunt. “Nevarre, grab her pocketknife.”
“Sure thing, alpha.”
I shivered and closed my eyes. Her knife. The only weapon she’d carried when we first found her. It would be absolutely perfect to have that knife free me. The only thing that could possibly make it better…
Groggy and gorgeously rumpled, Shara sat up and took the knife from Nevarre as he neared.
Goddess, thank you. Even unspoken prayers come true.
“What’s the best way to do this?” Lips quirking, she lay the cold steel on my thigh. “I don’t want to nick something important.”
Rik manhandled me around, smashing my face down in the comforter. “Cut here. I’ll unwind for you.”
He applied enough pressure to my wrists to make my muscles scream with strain. I tried not to make a sound, but the heavy drag and jerk of the blade through the ropes made me whimper.
Her hair trailed over my fingers as she leaned closer. “That sound…” She licked her lips, making me whimper again. “I’m very hungry, Daire. I might have to bite you several times.”
The thought of her sinking her fangs into me—while my dick was turning purple beneath the ropes—made me squirm and arch beneath her. I would have thrown myself against her without Rik’s heavy palm pressing me down.
With agonizing slowness, they unwound the tight loops from around my wrists and arms. My fingers tingled and ached. Ever so gently, she pulled the rope away from my tortured flesh. My eyes burned and I hissed out a long breath. Fuuuuuck. All the sensation poured through me. Burning, blazing blood. So much need.
Still. Even after Guillaume had used me.
Shame burned my cheeks in a hot flash. Her other Blood should have all taken a turn too. Maybe that would slake this need to be used and abused so she wouldn’t have to.
She scraped her fang over the edge of my ear. “Oh, but I want to, D. Very much indeed.”
SHARA
Hearing the soft, fragile sounds escaping his mouth woke something in me. Something ravenous and brutal.
All my rage came boiling back up inside me.
The horror of seeing the woman who’d raised me turned into a walking corpse. The impotent rage standing before Marne, bound by my word and Aima law. Even when she hurt my Blood.
I saw the spear protruding from Rik’s shoulder again and wildfire swept through me.
Daire let out a muffled groan, his face shoved down against the mattress by Rik. “Take it out on me, my queen. Make me hurt. Make me bleed. I don’t care. I want it all.”
I climbed on top of him, straddling his thighs, my hands braced on either side of his ribcage. “Rik’s going to fuck me now and see how many times he can make me claw your back. How does that sound?”
“Fucking perfect,” they both said at the same time.
Rik dropped down against my back, giving me his weight. Smashing me down against Daire so I was pressed tightly between two layers of sheer muscle. “Let it all out, Shara.”
