Page 17 of Royal Bite
“Yes,” Velvet hissed.
Her free hand slipped between her own thighs. She played with her pussy, and Hegna pulled more of her delicious blood from her. Velvet’s arm jerked feverishly as she fucked herself. Hegna watched her, unable to tear her gaze from her. Velvet’s throaty cry joined those who were also reaching their climaxes nearby.
Hegna eased back from her, eyeing her wrist. There was a bruise forming. Hegna licked the pinpoint holes, using her saliva to heal them. Velvet fell forward, her head resting on Hegna’s stomach. Hegna ran her fingers through the dark hair, pushing it back from the woman’s face. Velvet smiled, lifting her head. She returned to her suckling of Hegna’s breasts. Kala, now awakening from her euphoric state, sat up. She smiled shyly at Hegna and moved back next to her.
“Let me see your neck,” Hegna murmured. She wasn’t so cruel as some would make her out to be.
Kala tilted her neck, revealing blood still seeping from her wounds. Hegna brought her close and licked her bruising skin, sealing the holes over.
“Oh, my. I’ve never experienced anything like that before,” Kala whispered. The human was addicted.
Hegna brushed her hair from her face. “I’m sure you will now enjoy your work immensely.”
“God, yes.” She wrapped her arms around Hegna’s neck and drew her forward.
Hegna grinned, knowing tonight was going be very interesting. They shared hard, short kisses, before Hegna turned to Velvet, tugging her in for a few as well.
“Get on the bed,” Hegna growled.
It was time to take their party to the large bed behind them. Kala and Velvet grinned, both scurrying from their positions over to the bed. Hegna stood and faced the big monstrosity. She hadn’t even realized Corbin had already moved his males over there. Her friend was pounding his cock into Warren from behind while grinning the whole damn time.
And he hadn’t wanted to come.
“Your Grace.”
Hegna spun around, glaring at the royal guard standing at the entrance. He was dressed in official royal uniform, a gold patch on his chest.
Hegna swore.
It was one of her mother’s guards. She doubted her father would send someone searching for her. She reached down and yanked her tunic up over her breasts.
“What the hell do you want?” she snapped.
“Your mother requests your presence.” He stood firm with his message.
Hegna narrowed her gaze on him. She couldn’t kill him. The sounds of Corbin finishing made her actually jealous. He wasn’t being summoned.
She was.
“I’ll be there at dusk.” She turned her back to him. She walked toward the bed, her gaze locked on Kala and Velvet already starting without her. Their lips were locked in a deep, passionate kiss with Velvet’s hand buried between Kala’s thighs. She peered at the guard.
“She said immediately.” He swallowed, still meeting her hard gaze.
She would have to give him credit for his bravery. She had killed many men for less than what he was doing now.
“According to the queen, if you don’t return with me now, she will come down here herself.”
Hegna growled and reached up, buttoning her tunic. She stretched for her belt off the table and put it back on. She brushed her twin daggers with her fingertips. She glanced over at Corbin who lay watching her with both of his males lying in his arms. She turned and faced the club, catching hints of her men enjoying themselves.
“Corbin, I’m going to meet with my mother. You men continue your fun. I’ll see you later.” She didn’t wait for a reply and strode toward the guard without looking back.
“A brothel? That’s where you were?” Queen Mira growled.
Hegna’s mother was a fierce woman who was a force to be reckoned with. She glared at Hegna, resting her hands on her waist. The queen dressed in a long flowing gown that would look outdated on some but was the queen’s signature. The woman was five hundred and eighty years old and didn’t appear a day over fifty. Her long blonde hair was pulled away from face and hanging down her back. She embodied the look of a queen. All of her daughters resembled her, only Hegna had inherited her dark hair from her father.
“You were to come here immediately upon arriving to Ensfield, not go to the local seedy whorehouse.”
Hegna stepped from the shower and wrapped her towel around her. She ambled over to the sink and reached for her brush. She should have known that her mother would come searching for her. When she’d returned to Velika’s castle, she had come to her room with the intent to shower first before searching for her mother. She’d made the mistake of lying across the bed after she’d removed her shoes and had fallen asleep. Her belly was full of delicious blood from her two donors, and her body was slightly satisfied. Sleep had quickly claimed her.
