Page 25 of Queen Takes Camelot: Gwen
He stroked deeper, drawing another groan from my lips. My pussy tightened, aching with need. My fangs pulsed, sending tiny shockwaves through my core. It would be so easy to come. Just the slightest brush of his fingers…
Shuddering, I bit my lip as climax rippled through me. I tasted my blood. My power spilled down my spine and limbs, making me tremble and glow with a soft white nimbus.
The vicious crashes ceased. My breathing was loud in the silence. Blinking, I managed to open my eyes and focus on Bors. Staring at me, he stood hunched slightly, as if his ribs pained him. His bottom lip was swollen. One eye blackened.
He licked his lips, tossed the sword aside, and leaped for the bed.
Lance slammed him down onto the floor with a crash that made me cry out.
“Now we’ve done it.” Mordred chuckled, rubbing his mouth back and forth against my ear and the delicate hollow behind my jaw. “You thought they fought before, but now, the true challenge begins. Will Bors be able to get his mouth on you before Lance gets inside him?”
They rolled and thumped. Thrashing elbows and grunts of pain. Solid thuds against flesh. They disappeared from my line of vision, but something rocked the bed hard enough wood cracked. Hopefully the entire frame didn’t collapse on them.
Scrambling up the side of the mattress, Bors dug his fingers into the bedding, only to lose his grip and fall back down onto the floor. By the crash, it sounded like he’d cracked his skull open on the floor.
In the bond, I felt fireworks exploding inbothof their heads. So he must have head-butted Lance rather than the floor. He exploded up again and managed to grab my ankle. My knee. I started to slide across the mattress, but Mordred tightened his hold on me, providing an anchor for Bors to haul himself up onto the bed with us.
Lance came flying up from the floor like a pouncing lion. Eyes blazing, his mouth open on a roar of fury, fingers partially shifted into claws. He raked bloody grooves down Bors’ back, but he refused to let go of me.
Jamming his clawed fist into Bors’ side, my alpha seized Bors’ shoulder in his jaws and shook him like a rag doll. But that didn’t stop Bors from wriggling closer so he could seal his mouth over my clit.
“Point for Bors.” Mordred’s cheer turned to a choking wheeze when Lance reached over me and grabbed his throat, hauling him nose to nose with him.
“Why the fuck aren’t you inside her already?”
I arched up against Bors, grinding against his mouth. “Yes, please.”
The words were barely out of my mouth, and Mordred lifted me enough to push inside me. Surprised, since I didn’t remember him even taking his clothes off, I gasped and bucked up against Bors. He wrapped his arms around my thighs, pinning me between them. Pushing deeper, Mordred didn’t even have to thrust. Not with Bors sucking on my clit.
Tension coiled inside me. Twisting and writhing between my powerful knights, I watched Lance pull back. Eyes blazing, he sat back on his heels, lazily stroking himself.
His gaze traced the powerful lines of my knight’s back. The rounded muscles of his ass. The explosive power in his thick thighs. Then he met my gaze and let me see the raw emotion shredding his heart.
He enjoyed looking at my other Blood, though it wasn’t something he indulged in often. Concealing his reactions, especially his desire, both for me and for Bors, was so ingrained in him that even centuries later, he hesitated in making himself vulnerable.
Even to me.
This time, he didn’t try to hide his arousal. His dick swelled in his fist. His neck and shoulders corded with effort as he restrained himself.
“You’re in luck, Bors.” He smeared his fingers in the blood dripping down Bors’ back and smeared the blood down his crack to act as lube. “I won’t tear you a new asshole this time.”
11
Bors
He thought he was such a terrible person for doing this to me. So what did that make me?
Because I fucking loved it when I was bloody and bruised for him. We were Aima warriors, so I could take a hell of a lot of damage. Even better, he could actually hurt me enough to make me bleed now that we were with our queen. We didn’t have to worry one of Elaine’s goons might sniff us out.
Though I couldn’t resist lifting my head from Gwen’s pussy a moment—just to make sure she really didn’t mind this. Her bond bathed me in scorching flames, but maybe that was just Mordred’s dick filling her up. I’d once been pretty fucking talented with my tongue, but I was extremely out of practice after generations of never even reaching her side before I was cut down by our enemies.
As soon as I lifted my head, she ran her fingers over my skull. My face. Her other arm was thrown back over her shoulder so she could clutch Mordred’s neck. Eyes wide and dark, she stared at Lance, her lips softly parted. Her tongue flicked out to tease the tips of her fangs and stroke the full curve of her bottom lip. I didn’t think she was aware that she did it. It wasn’t a deliberate ploy to drive me crazy.
Though that was certainly the result.
I started to move up her body so she could sink those glorious fangs into my throat.
Lance’s forearm locked around my neck and he hauled me up on my knees against him. “Oh no you don’t,” he growled roughly against my ear. “Let her see what kind of animals we are.”
