Page 4 of Queen Takes Blood
Yet he was the one breaking now.
With his massive muscles and broad shoulders, he’d always reminded me of giant boulders. Sheer granite walls. Smooth and unmoving, a silent, steady testament of enduring strength through rain, sleet and snow. A solid foundation that an entire legacy could be built upon.
Yet granite was surprisingly fragile if too much stress pressed on a weak spot. Mountains crumbled. Slabs of rock shifted toward a precarious cliff. The tiniest pebble could start a devastating landslide that would destroy us both.
Or… I could subtly encourage that pebble to roll in my direction and crush me beneath the mountain. Beneath Rik. Exactly where I wanted to be.
“I thought you were going to see how many times you could bite me before I gave in.”
He let out a grunt. “You talk too much.”
Though the look he flashed up at me had nothing to with disgust. Only gratitude. He knew my game, the same as I knew his. That was why we made such a good team. Together as Blood with a queen’s power flowing through our veins, we’d be damned near unstoppable.
I rolled my eyes and huffed out a laugh meant to tweak the alpha’s tail. “Then maybe you should shove something into my mouth and shut me up for good.”
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DAIRE
Iwanted his dick shoved down my throat. Instead, I found myself gagged with his T-shirt in my mouth, and my face shoved down into musty sheets. Effortlessly, he gripped both of my wrists in one big palm, trapping my hands in the small of my back.
I strained against his grip just to make him prove that he could hold me. Make him sweat a little. I bucked against him and twisted my wrists despite his crushing grip, earning more of his weight smashing me down into the thin mattress.
Ah, yes. Perfect.
Letting out a low growl, he pushed my wrists up higher along my spine, making my shoulders burn. Harder. Making it difficult to breathe against the strain. “Don’t make me grab my jeans to tie you up.”
:If you’re going to wrap me up in denim, make sure your tree-trunk thighs are in those fucking jeans.:
He sighed in my ear, his breath hot and heavy. “What’s the point of gagging you if you’re going to keep talking in our bond?”
:Maybe the big, bad alpha should work harder at making me forget how to talk.:
Deliberately, he dragged one of his fangs along the ridge of my ear. Goosebumps flared down my arms. My own fangs throbbed in the roof of my mouth, my stomach clenching with hunger. Nothing tasted as good as he did. Nothing except maybe our future queen.Goddess, let us find her soon.
The sharp scratch of his fang teased down the side of my neck. Involuntarily, my entire body arched. My head tipped to the side. My neck bowed in invitation. Anticipation sang through me.
But the sharp white-hot pleasure of his fangs sinking into my throat didn’t come.
“Instead of threatening to bite you repeatedly, I should have promised to only bite you when you beg me to put you out of your misery.” He jerked his head across my shoulder, letting his fangs scrape hard enough that I jumped. Though he didn’t break the skin. “But that’s too easy. You love to beg.”
:You fucking love it when I beg.:
:I do.:His bond flowed like a deep, still river. One moment, everything was fine. A nice, easy current pulling us along. Then the next, a raging whirlpool dragged me deep, a storm of emotion that made my heart thud heavily.:I love you. I want you to always know how much. How hard it is to find her knowing—:
:I know,:I replied quickly.:I’ll love our queen, but I loved you first. Please. Show me how much you love me. Make me bleed.:
He released my wrists, only to press his forearm against my neck, keeping my head pinned flat. Straddling my hips, he dragged his fangs down my shoulder and bit the soft, tender underside of my arm. His fangs in my flesh, the flash of pain that promised pleasure. But not an ideal place for him to feed.
I jerked my arms up by my head, spreading myself out for his use.
Another bite on my lower trapezius just below my armpit. My other arm, the upper curve of my shoulder. His teeth working at the ridges of muscle running down my back, digging against my spine. Thin trails of blood trickled from the bites, tickling my skin. Delicious torture for us both. The scent of blood stirred my hunger into a ravenous flame. The sharp, teasing pains only primed me for what I really wanted.
A harder bite in my flank, making me twitch and moan. Still not that deep strike in a vein but good just the same. Shifting his weight down toward my feet, he dragged both fangs in a teasing glide down my hamstring. A sharp nip just above the back of my knee made me groan. So tender. So good.
The rounded curve of my calf took the first deep strike. I flailed upward, jerking against his grip. His elbow dug into my lower back, forcing me back down. My balls throbbed, my dick pinned against my stomach in an awkward, painful angle.:This cheap hotel bed is too thin for this.:
Rik bit my other calf just as hard, and I felt the curve of his smile against my skin.:Just a new kind of cock and ball torture.:
