Page 5 of Queen Takes Blood
Back up my other knee. Hamstring. No longer playful scratches but punctures that made me twitch and groan. More blood in the air. He licked the back of my other knee, and a deep, rattling growl vibrated his chest against the backs of my legs. “You taste so good.”
:Then feed long and deep.:
He sank his fangs deeply into my buttock, gripping my ass cheek in his mouth. I could feel the ring of his teeth digging into my flesh. Holding me. Tasting me. And yes, there was blood, but still not that rich, hot surge.
He rumbled through our bond, a landslide rocking through me.:What do you want?:
:A fountain,:I panted in my mind.:Spray the walls with my blood. The bed. Drink me dry.:
Pushing up to his knees, he gripped my nape and one leg, flipping me over effortlessly on my back. “Only if you drink as deeply from me.” He hesitated, his face crumpling from the stark, grim face of the alpha to a gentle-hearted lover who couldn’t bear to lose me. “We have to be strong. For her.”
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ALRIK
Sitting back on my knees,I stared down at him, memorizing the way he looked right now. Eyes heavy-lidded, his pupils blown wide. Nostrils flaring with each rapid breath, his lips parted. He’d managed to ditch the shirt gag, which didn’t surprise me in the slightest. If I’d wanted him gagged for real, then I should have tied the shirt around his head with his hair tangled up in the knot and made sure he couldn’t use his hands.
His pulse hammered so hard that I could see the veins beckoning in his neck. Streams and rivers of blood coursing through his body to pool in his groin. The best place to feed. Hot with his lust, blazing with primal magic. Even better when he inevitably came, so I could mix the taste of blood and semen together.
Swallowing my own saliva before I choked myself, I slid my hand beneath his thigh and hooked his knee up over my shoulder.
“Yes.” Groaning, he fisted his hands in my hair and hugged his other thigh around me, pulling me into the heat of his body. “Finally.”
I sank my fangs deeply into his femoral artery and clamped my lips around the punctures. Gulping that first hot flood of coppery goodness, such a rush. Rich and dark, laced with hints of wine and chocolate and fur. I could feel his beast prowling just beneath the surface. A deep, resonant purr rolled through him, his hips arching up off the mattress. He shook against me, dislodging my fierce grip over the punctures.
Blood sprayed my face and shoulders, mixing with his cum as he shuddered and heaved beneath me. I pushed his knee flat against the mattress, letting the blood fountain from his artery so I could lick his skin clean. Salt and musk, blood and sex, an intoxicating mix that went straight to my head. I smeared my hands in his blood, finger-painting his skin. Mine. Fisting my dick in bloody fingers while I sucked his spent cock for the last traces of semen.
He pulled on my hair, trying to hurry me along. “Rik.”
Instead, I turned my head and struck hard into his other thigh. I didn’t hit his femoral, but the deep bite made him convulse again. Moving up his body slowly, I nipped at his abs, pulling on the taut skin. A sharp rasp of fang on both of his nipples made him whimper my name again.
“Please.”
He didn’t want mercy. He didn’t plead for the chance to feed. But I wanted the words. “Tell me what you want.”
“Use me. Break me apart. Tear me up. Fuck me until I can’t move a muscle.”
He’d bled everywhere already but I smeared blood liberally over his asshole and my dick again. I pushed into him with a hard, deep stroke that made him jolt and quiver, even as he locked his legs around me. Gritting my teeth, I worked deeper, sweat rolling down my forehead. “Fuuuck. You feel so good.”
He made that rumbling purr again that vibrated through my belly like electronic fingers, tugging on my spinal cord. Hard. Making my nerves scream with sensation.
A rough grunt escaped my throat as I slid balls deep. “No quarter. Not for either of us.”
“Good.” And with that, he lunged up and sank his fangs into my throat.
For a moment, we were connected. One body. Me in him. Him in me. Everything stilled inside me. All the whirling thoughts and strategies. My plans, hopes, and dreams of finding a queen. My fears and doubts that I was wrong. That I’d fucked up and missed our chance already. Like dried up leaves, they crumpled into dust and blew away.
Leaving this. Daire. Me. Blood. Sex. The scent of his fur. The glide of our bodies. Pain and pleasure, give and take, flavored with blood. Sprinkled with magic. The power was there, latent in our blood.
All we needed was the spark from a queen to set our blood ablaze with power.
For a moment, I hovered in a shadowy place with the world rolling below like a contour map. I couldn’t see our phantom queen. I couldn’t smell her. But I could feel her essence. I could point in her direction. There. So close. A few mountains and hills to the west. Less than a hundred miles away. I was sure of it.
I could almost stretch out my hand and touch her. So fucking close. Why had we stopped for the night?
Then the map went dark.
Sensation slammed back into me, knocking the air out of my lungs. Daire’s fangs in my throat. Our bodies locked together. Panting, I closed my eyes, trying to pinpoint the queen’s location again, but the strange map was gone. I couldn’t sense anything but the man in my arms.
