Page 10 of Queen Takes More
“Shara.” Guillaume whispered my name like a prayer, jerking my attention to him. Then he zipped the knife up my sleeve so fast I couldn’t help but gasp. The sound of tearing fabric was surprisingly loud and awful. My heart pounded as my sweater seemed to dissolve off my body in an instant, held only by the intact neckband around my throat.
“Very good,” Rik said, a dark edge in his voice that I’d never heard. “It’s almost like skinning a deer. Do her jeans now, but leave the band around her throat, in case our queen gets cold.”
With a grin, Guillaume tucked the slender blade back up his sleeve and reached over his shoulder. Oh no. I knew what that meant.
He was getting the biggest knife that he carried in a spine sheath.
The heavy knife was at least a foot long. How he wore that thing hidden down his back, and drew it without nicking himself, I had no idea. I didn’t care about the knife, though. Not with Daire’s head bobbing so enthusiastically on Mehen’s cock. My dragon had one hand fisted in Daire’s hair, and his other wrapped in the bedding, muscles and tendons standing in stark relief.
Though his glittering emerald eyes were still locked on me, despite my other Blood’s mouth on his dick. His eyes blazed. He wanted to seize me and drag me beneath him. He wanted to slam into me so hard that we broke the bed or brought the walls tumbling down around us.
However, he did absolutely nothing at all but lie there and allow Daire to tease him. Because my alpha hadn’t given him permission.
Yet.
Guillaume gathered the hem of my jeans in his left hand and set the tip inside my pants leg, ready to cut through the thick ankle hem, but he paused. “These jeans do look very nice on you, my queen. They fit you so well that we all jostle for the right to walk behind you, so we can drool over the way they hug your ass and thighs so perfectly. Maybe you would rather I not cut them apart?”
I swallowed, trying to get my brain to work.
“Cut them off,” Rik ordered. “Our queen has other jeans that fit as well, and if not, we’ll buy them for her. We’ll buy so many that you can cut them off her every single night.”
“I’d like that.” Guillaume winked at me and set to work cutting the thick denim. Each tug and rip made me want to jerk frantically at the button and shimmy out of my jeans and be done. But Rik wanted this, and so did Guillaume. All I had to do was stand here and let him slide that huge blade up the inside of my thigh, cutting as meticulously as the finest surgeon.
While my dragon moaned and tossed his head, driven mad by Daire’s talented tongue.
I was practically dancing in place myself as Guillaume made his way up my other thigh. He pulled the waistband away from my stomach and shielded my tender skin with his fingers as he sawed up through the thicker band. I ran my hands over his head, stroking his cheeks and combing my fingers through his curls. His hair was dark and full, now. Unlike when he’d first come to me, almost dead from starvation. His hands and fingers had been broken and misshapen from torture, his hair and face gray with exhaustion and weakness.
The last Templar knight. Now whole, hearty, and hale, on his knees, cutting my pants off.
He kissed my stomach as my jeans fell away, but then rose to his feet and gave Rik a salute. “Task accomplished, alpha.”
Rik slid his fingers beneath the tattered neckband of my sweater. “Are you cold?”
I shook my head. “Not at all.”
He tore through the remaining band holding my sweater to my body and tossed the material aside. Still gripping my nape, he swung me up against him and carried me toward the bed. His skin was so hot against mine. When had he stripped his clothes off? I couldn’t remember. I wanted more. So much more. His weight smashing me into the mattress. His big, powerful body moving on top of me. Inside me. Driving me higher. My fangs throbbed, but I resisted the urge to bite him.
If I bit him, he’d be done for a while. My bite carried an orgasmic punch that I didn’t want to waste so quickly. My alpha always recovered quickly, unless he’d tasted the cream between my thighs. Then he’d been known to pass out because he came so hard.
He set me down on top of Mehen’s chest. My dragon immediately seized my hips, but Rik stalled him from dragging me down his body.
“Not yet.” Rik laughed, a wicked edge to his voice that made Mehen grind his teeth. “You’re her appetizer. You’re going to get me ready for our queen while she takes her pleasure in you.”
My eyes widened, and I braced for a surge of fury or denial from Mehen. He could be an arrogant bastard at his best. While he’d allowed Rik to fuck him when he first joined me as Blood, he’d been desperate. Who wouldn’t have been after thousands of years locked away in a prison with only rats and the occasional foolish queen who thought to free him as a snack?
“Bring it the fuck on, alpha.” He tipped his head up enough to look up at me with a fierce, smiling snarl on his lips. “I’ll do anything to get a taste of our queen. Anything at all.”
Then he dropped his head back down over the side of the mattress and opened his mouth. Waiting for Rik to fuck his throat.
I watched, unable to look away, even if Marne Ceresa herself tried to blast me off the face of this earth. Rik leaned down over the other man’s body, bracing one hand on the mattress while he guided his dick with the other. He pushed into Mehen’s mouth and let out a pleased grunt that sounded like distant thunder.
“Daire, help our queen give the dragon his reward.”
Daire grabbed me around the waist and dragged me backward over Mehen’s groin. “He’s nice and hard for you, my queen. Though he’ll probably come too quickly to satisfy you.”
:Like hell I will,:Mehen retorted in our bonds, since his mouth was full.
I loved having one of my Blood’s impressive erections sliding into me. Always. But tonight, he seemed sharper, harder, thicker, longer. Impossibly so. I shivered and moaned softly as I took his cock inside me. I actually had to pause a moment, bracing my hands on his stomach to catch my breath.
