Page 18 of A Game of Queens
“You feel like a fucking granite baseball bat.”
Svar choked back a snort, but Myrk wasn’t as successful at holding back his mirth. Laughing, he shook his head. “Don’t you mean he’s fucking youwitha granite baseball bat? I have no idea what that is, exactly, but it must be bad.”
“Not bad,” Svar chuckled. “That good.”
Slowly lowering her chest to mine, she slid her hand up behind my head, lifting my mouth toward hers. “You know it’s perfectly acceptable to come, right? That is the ultimate goal here.”
I’d been so involved in drinking in her pleasure that I hadn’t truly allowed myself tofeel. The tight, hot grip of her body. The glide of her slick essence on my dick. The softness of her breasts pressed against me. Gritting my teeth, I fought down an immediate surge of lust. I was Blood. Her alpha. I couldn’t give in to my own selfish needs so easily.
She nibbled on my lips. “I want to feel you climax inside me. I want to feel you pumping inside me, filling me up with your darkness.”
At her words, the dam inside me broke. I couldn’t hold back the tidal wave of dark alfar essence that boiled out of me like the geyser she’d freed in Hvergelmir. My hips bucked. The small creature pounded inside my chest so hard I feared it would burst free and injure her.
For a moment, I panicked at so much darkness flooding into my queen. Until she threw her head back and ground her pelvis on me. Reveling in the darkness pouring into her. Just as she’d said.
When my thrashing body finally stilled beneath her, she nuzzled my throat. Curled up in my arms, she lazily licked a path up my neck to my mouth. She sucked on my bottom lip and carefully grazed me with her fangs.
Everything in my body throbbed again. Fangs. Dick. The wild creature still trembling with such frantic energy in the center of my body.
“It’s your heart,” she whispered, rubbing her lips gently back and forth against mine.
Bewildered, I shook my head. “But what use do I have for a heart if there’s no blood in my body? This form is an illusion, my queen. I’m still dark to the core.”
She lifted her head, her shining eyes so solemn that I held my breath in dread of what she would say. “The goddess gave my darkness a heart, so you would always feel how much I love and need you.”
Her words fell on the barren, cold night inside me. Shining like a full, silvered moon.
Or at least what I imagined a silvered moon would look like.
She laughed softly. “There’s so much to show you, my Blood.”
I pressed my forehead to hers. “The only thing I ever need to see again is my queen. Here. In my arms.”
Wrapping her arms around my neck, she laid her head against my chest, listening to the rapid pounding inside. “For infinity.”
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QUEEN TAKES SUNFIRES
KARMEN SUNNA
1
KARMEN
Age 10
Istared at a large black footprint scorched into the hardwood floor. Just one, like a shadow had forgotten to conceal itself for only a moment. The mark still smoldered, and I caught a whiff of hot tar.
They’re here.
Just like I’d practiced a thousand times, I dropped to my hands and knees and kept to the shadows. Quiet as a mouse but as quickly as possible, I slipped down the narrow, steep staircase used by the servants to get to the kitchens. People were still working and walking about the house like nothing was wrong, but I wasn’t fooled.
Mama had warned me that they’d come. Eventually. No matter where I went. I had to be ready.
I choked down a sob before it could escape. No one noticed as I stepped into the larder. Bins of vegetables and fruit lined the walls, along with other shelves loaded with dishes and equipment the kitchen staff used. In the rear of the dark, coolroom, I pressed a shaking hand to the hidden lever in the bottom shelf. A small panel glided open silently, barely large enough for me to crawl through into complete darkness.
