Page 9 of Queen Takes More
His eyes blazed. He slid his palm through my hair and cupped my nape, squeezing just enough to make my eyes flare. “Are you sure that’s what you want, my queen?”
He hadn’t even touched me sexually yet, but my body was primed. Everything throbbed in time with my heartbeat. My fangs. My clit. I licked my lips and nodded. “Without question.”
His fingers tightened on my neck, sending my pulse into overdrive. Already, he seemed bigger, meaner, as if his rock troll was swelling beneath his skin. “G, use your knives to cut our queen’s clothes off her body.”
Guillaume stepped closer, already pulling a slender silver blade out of one of his wrist sheathes. “Gladly, alpha.”
My breathing quickened. I didn’t know why. I wasn’t afraid. Not of Guillaume, and certainly not of Rik. My Templar knight’s loyalty and honor were above reproach. He’d even cut my clothes off before.
So, what made this different?
Maybe it was the way Rik kept me locked into place, his fingers gripping me so hard that he could have picked me up off the floor and held me dangling like a kitten in his grip. Or maybe it was knowing that my other Blood watched. All of them. I could feel their attention locked on me as Guillaume took my hand in his.
His thumb dug into my palm and ground against my tendons, making my breath catch in my throat. He jerked a little as he straightened my arm out to the side, almost too far. Enough that I could feel the pull in my inner elbow and a bit of strain in my wrist. Nothing to hurt me…
But a deliberate reminder.
Each of my Blood were strong, powerful men. Men who could grab me, bend me to their will, and use their strength against me, unless I called on my power to protect myself. They would never threaten me like that, though. Theychoseto submit to me as their queen. They kept their fierce predators under control when they touched me.
Unless I wished for them to be unleashed.
The cold silver blade touched my inner wrist. Guillaume paused, waiting for me to meet his gaze. “Slow?” He kept his voice soft, even though his eyes glinted like the steel blade in his hand. “Or fast?”
I started to open my mouth, but Rik clamped his fingers harder on my neck. Whatever I’d been about to say scattered like fallen leaves in a hurricane.
“Slow.” Rik’s graveled voice made goosebumps race down my arm. “Until I say otherwise.”
“Understood, alpha.”
The knife edged up my wrist and the delicate fibers of my sweater leapt apart beneath the razor-sharp edge. Guillaume had no problem slicing through the fibers, though every once in a while, he paused and gave another little tug on my arm, turning my wrist slightly to keep the strain on my muscles. To remind me that he held me. That he controlled the position of my arm, while Rik controlled… everything else.
“Mehen,” he growled out Leviathan’s true name like a curse. “Strip. Flat on your back on the bed.”
I half expected Mehen to bitch, or at least send a dirty glare Rik’s way, but he jerked his shirt off and shucked his pants without a word. He stretched out on my bed as ordered, only he chose to lay sideways, rather than putting his head on the pillows. He scooted closer to the edge and pushed his head back, tipping his chin up and allowing his head to sag off the mattress, so he could still watch as Guillaume made his way up my shoulder.
“Daire,” Rik said, stalling my warcat’s purr momentarily. “Ready the dragon for our queen.”
Flashing a grin, Daire undressed so quickly that I almost missed it. He pounced on the bed and jarred Mehen enough that the dragon muttered a curse, only because he lost sight of me. Daire dropped to his belly and rubbed against the other man’s legs, wriggling playfully up Mehen’s thighs.
I found myself holding my breath. Waiting. Watching as Daire pretended like he didn’t see the massive dick begging for his attention. He purred and rubbed against Mehen’s legs until the dragon reached down, seized a handful of his hair, and dragged him exactly where he wanted Daire to be.
“Oh.” Daire bumped his dick with his chin but deliberately avoided the man’s efforts of hauling his mouth into place. “I don’t think he needs any help, Rik. He’s pretty fucking ready for our queen already.”
“But she’s not,” Rik replied.
Oh, but I was. I could feel how wet I was. If Rik and Guillaume didn’t keep me locked in place, I would have already joined my two Blood in bed.
Guillaume sliced up through the top of my sweater. Cold steel eased up my throat, drawing my attention to him.
“Do the next sleeve quickly,” Rik growled.
Guillaume’s lips quirked. He grabbed my other arm, pulled it straight, as he’d done before, and paused a moment with the knife at my wrist. “Don’t move, my queen. I’d regret drawing a single drop of your sweet blood without our alpha’s permission.”
I held my breath, anticipating rising.
A low groan from Mehen told me Daire had finally quit teasing him. I glanced over and locked eyes with Daire as he came up for air and smacked his lips. “He tastes good, my queen. But not as good as you.”
His hair was tousled around his shoulders like a wild, shaggy mane. His eyes gleamed like his warcat on the prowl. He sank down over Mehen’s dick again, holding my gaze, forcing the erect cock so deeply into his throat that I couldn’t understand how he wasn’t choking.
