She took the crown off and handed it to Nevarre. Her hair was falling down from the complicated twists and knots the hairdressers had done in Dallas. She tried to comb her fingers through it, but the heavy strands were too tangled.
Rik rummaged in his bag and pulled out a hairbrush. “Allow me, my queen.”
Tiredly, she nodded, reaching behind her to tug at the zipper of her gown. Daire closed his fingers over hers, kissed her fingertips, and took over for her. The gown slipped to the floor and she leaned back against him with a sigh.
Of course the little fucker started up that damnable purr that she loved so much.
“Change, please, everyone. Get comfortable.”
Daire voiced what we all wished to say. “Or strip?”
She smiled and moved toward the bed. “If that’s your wish.”
Rik shrugged out of his coat and hung it in the wardrobe. “Xin, make your rounds and see what you can find. Guillaume, Ezra, Nevarre, you’re on first watch. Keep a close eye on the twins. When our queen’s desire and blood are in the air, they may not be able to resist.”
“Then they’ll be dead,” Guillaume said coolly. “Nevarre, you take the balcony. The bear and I will take the front room. Your raven has better sight and will see anything trying to approach from a distance.”
Nevarre tossed his coat to Rik, yanked his shirt off over his head, and unbuckled the leather belt that snugged the heavy cloth of his kilt about his hips. In seconds, he was naked and dropped the folded kilt on top of his bag. Feathers sprouted down his back as he strode to the balcony door.
Rik hung up Nevarre’s coat and his pants, and then moved to join Shara on the bed. Leaning back against the headboard, he opened his thighs wide and she settled against him, wrapped in his heat. He fucking took up the entire width of the bed.
Shara laughed softly as he carefully brushed out her hair. “I guess she wasn’t expecting a visiting queen to take more than one Blood to bed at a time.”
“They’re in for a shock then,” Rik replied. “You know they’re going to hear everything we do.”
“She wanted to join us.”
“Yes, she did.”
Shara was quiet a few moments and then laughed again. “If I decide to take her, I hope to Isis that her bed is bigger than this one.”
I stripped off the tailed coat and hung it beside Rik’s. Daire threw his pants at me, slapping me in the face with material that smelled like him.
Sassy, purring cat.
I gritted my teeth and hung his suit up too. Very deliberately refusing to look at him. Not until she said whether or not I could have him.
“What do you want tonight, my queen?” Rik’s low rock troll voice rattled the floor boards.
“Can you fuck me while I watch Daire torment Mehen?”
“Finally,” Daire growled, trying to sound put out but we all heard the tease in his voice. “I thought I’d have to steal his dragon hoard to get his attention.”
Rik chuckled. “Your wish is our command.”
I closed my eyes a moment, breathing deeply to settle my control. Yes. Thank the goddess. “There’s no hoard of gold, D.” I slammed the wardrobe door shut and dared to look at him. “Only teeth and claws.”
He stood beside the bed, his back to me, his fine, rounded ass a blatant invitation. He winked at me over his shoulder. “Promises, promises.”
My fingertips burned, dragon talons threatening to burst free. I made myself breathe deep and held it for a count of five. Controlling the beast wasn’t something I had much experience with. Not after living as Leviathan for centuries. I hoped the little fucker was up to the challenge of wrestling with my dragon.
Daire’s bond rumbled inside me, winding inside me like a cat twining around my ankles. :I’ve got teeth and claws too, my friend, and I’ve had years of playing with our alpha. I hope you’re up to my challenge.:
I shuddered. Goddess. That incessant purring was going to be the death of me.
SHARA
I was tempted to borrow one of Guillaume’s knives to cut the sexual tension hanging thick and raw between my two Blood. It was crazy to think that Leviathan—or rather, Mehen—hadn’t been with us very long at all. Days. Not quite a week.
And while I tried to see to everyone’s needs…
I couldn’t fuck them all every single day.
Multiples at a time helped, but with all the planning for this trip and growing the grove and repelling Skye’s ant attack, I’d been too tired to take too many to bed at once. And yeah, dealing with Mehen could be… exhausting. He was so demanding, so strong, so out of control. I was tempted to throw a noose around his dragon’s neck in our bond, but I didn’t want to make him think I didn’t trust him.
I focused a very light touch on only Daire’s bond. :Are you okay with this? Even if he gets rough?:
He rumbled louder and started toward me. If he’d been shifted to his warcat, he would have flipped his tail from side to side. :No worries, my queen. I’ll love it. He won’t find me as easy as he expects.:
I'm glad he warned me, because as soon as Mehen laid a hand on his shoulder, Daire snarled and whirled, dropping into a crouch as he made a swipe across the man's chest. Those weren't fingernails that left bleeding scratches in Mehen's skin, either.
With a roar, Mehen lunged for him on the floor. Daire crashed up into him, clawing and biting.
My heart pounded. I watched as they wrestled and tumbled across the floor. Someone slammed into the foot of the bed with a grunt. Now I couldn't see them, but I could hear their labored breathing. The bed thumped. Again. Hard.
Nuzzling my neck, Rik closed his hands around my waist and lifted me up into his lap. Hard dick beneath me, the sound of a struggle nearby. Goddess. I was so wet as he slid back and forth, tormenting me. Tormenting us both. His breath caught against my ear as he slowly eased just the tip of his dick into me.
It was so strange to not be able to see him. With me facing away from him, the angle was weird, yet oddly exciting. He closed his thighs, giving me something to brace against as he filled me. With agonizing slowness, he finally settled me back against his groin, fully inside me.
"How does that feel?"
I groaned, tightening my muscles on him. "Incredible."
Shifting my weight forward a bit, I braced my hands on his thighs. He smoothed his hands down my back, his fingers and thumbs kneading my muscles. Goddess, I loved his hands, the slow, steady, firm stroke of his fingers. He knew exactly how to touch me. Hard, firm, but then gentle and slow. The punishing strength of a giant. My alpha, with enough power in his big body to hold down a dragon so I could fuck him.
Yet so incredibly tender when he touched me.
"Motherfucker," Mehen growled, his breathing loud. It sounded like they were almost underneath the bed.
"Cocksucker," Daire snarled back.
"No, that's going to be you, you little fuck. You're denying our queen her viewing pleasure."
With a loud heave, Mehen surged up back into my line of vision and slammed Daire onto his stomach on the edge of the bed. Mehen gripped a handful of Daire's hair and had his other arm locked around his waist, using his weight to hold him down.
"There's not enough room for you two up here," Rik said in a mild rumble. "Especially if you're going to wrestle."
Both of them were bleeding, and ironically, it looked as though Mehen had taken the most damage. He had wide swaths of claw marks on his shoulders and chest, and a nasty-looking bite on his right forearm that wasn't entirely human looking and certainly not two neat Aima punctures.
"I don't need a lot of room," Mehen growled, bearing down harder on the other man.
Daire writhed beneath him like a slippery eel and managed to break Mehen's grip on his waist. Claws unsheathed with a fierce growl rattling in his throat, Daire slashed at the other man's face.
I gasped. I couldn't help it. I could all too easily envision torn flesh, skin sagging down in strips. I'd seen what kind of damage Daire was capable of. For
all his purring and playful cat personality, he'd not hesitated one second when Ra's skeletons had attacked us. He'd charged in and ripped the lead skeleton's arm completely off. Even when he took a sword through the chest to protect me.
Mehen twisted his face aside at the last minute. "Good. You turned around for me."
He wrapped his hand deeper into Daire's hair and jerked his head sharply to the side, throwing him off balance. Which made it easier for him to pin Daire between the aggressive weight of his body and the mattress behind him. He stood over Daire, his thighs locked on either side of his body, squeezing the life out of him until Daire finally ceased struggling, though his body still vibrated with tension.
"Open your fucking mouth," Mehen growled, giving his head another jerk.
Daire stuck his tongue out and then clamped his lips shut firmly. :Make me.:
Mehen punched him in the side hard enough that Daire's breath whistled out on a groan.
I stiffened, afraid this struggle was getting out of hand. But Rik soothed me with his hands, settling me back against him. :They're fine.:
:But his ribs...:
:He's fine.:
And Daire was. I felt his rising lust in the bond. The meaner Mehen got, and the harder he hit him, pinned him, the more Daire struggled. That was his favorite part.
I remembered our first night with all three of us together. How Rik had pinned Daire’s arms for me so I could torment him while Rik fucked him. The harder he struggled, the harder Rik had squeezed him. Daire had blooded him too, but Rik had only laughed.
Mehen wasn't laughing. But his bond raged with emotion. Lust I expected. The mighty dragon had made it clear he'd fuck anyone, or let any of us fuck him. Hundreds of years trapped in a dragon prison would do that to a person. His desire sharpened with a rabid hunger that made him borderline dangerous.
Which Daire fucking loved too.
Mehen punched him again, making him grunt through tight lips. Again. "Open that fucking mouth, D. So I can stuff it."
Daire glared at him mutinously. So Mehen smacked him right in the mouth. Drawing blood.
I quivered and started to fight free of Rik's arms myself, but he held me firmly, murmuring softly in my ear. "Look at him, Shara. Really look at him."
Panting, I watched as Mehen bent and licked the splatter of blood from Daire's shoulder. His tongue swiped over Daire's chin. The corner of his mouth. Across his lips. Licking, rumbling, Mehen coaxed his lips into softening enough for him to sink his tongue deep into the other man's mouth.
Oh. My. Smoking. Hot. Fuck. Alert.
Mehen pinned Daire's head back at a painful angle, using his whole body to crush Daire against the mattress. He shoved his tongue deep into Daire's mouth. Tongue fucking him. And Daire melted against him like a cat settling in to lick up a bowl of cream.
Lifting his head, Mehen looked up at me, his eyes glittering emeralds. "There, my queen. Now the real show begins."
24
Daire
There was an invisible button inside me. Sometimes a partner had to work extremely hard to find it, but once that button was pushed, my brain shut off. I was all body. All sensation. Nothing else mattered but existing in that slow, dreamy space for as long as possible.
Sometimes it was high, up in the clouds, soaring.
Sometimes it was dark and silent, sinking into a forgotten cellar or cave deep in the earth.
I needed them both. I needed to soar, and I needed to sink.
Mehen was definitely of the deep sinking stone sliding into the bottomless ocean variety. I could taste my blood on his tongue, and I wanted more. I wanted to go deeper still.
With his right hand fisted in my hair, he eased back off me and let me settle on my knees with my upper back braced on the mattress. “Open your mouth now, D.”
Staring up at him, I gripped his hips and opened my mouth so wide my jaws ached, waiting to see how he’d use me. It’d tell me a lot about what kind of man he was deep down where he didn’t like to look very often. Ezra was all growl and no bite. Rik was growl and bite, but he was alpha. I expected him to break me open and look inside at his leisure. It was his right as my alpha, and I expected nothing less than he use me as he wanted, when he wanted.
Though now that we had Shara, he hadn’t needed to break me open, shatter me, and put me back together again.
Even though I needed it.
I loved Shara with every non-aggressive, non-dominant bone in my body. I loved it when she took me. I loved it when she let Rik take control, too. I didn’t need an aggressive, dominant queen ruling over me all the time. I loved to be able to cuddle with her and tease her and make her smile. With all the blood and danger and power in her life, she needed my lightness.
She needed me.
I loved to be needed.
But I needed this, too. I needed to be broken. Tamed. Forced. To have my body owned and used and treasured, despite being broken.
Mehen twisted his hand deeper in my hair, forcing my neck in a painful arc. Perfect. Then he shoved his dick in my mouth.
No “here’s a little taste, so you can feel how thick and wide my meat is.” That wasn’t Mehen’s style. He rammed balls deep with a “swallow my dick down your throat until you’re raw and maybe when I’m done I’ll let you breathe.”
Exactly the way I liked it.
He wasn’t the biggest man I’d given head to, but he was definitely the roughest. I couldn’t put my hands to good use teasing his balls or playing with his ass. I was too fucking busy holding on to his hips for dear life. He slammed deep again and again, grinding down my throat, and likely rubbing himself sore too. I wasn’t trying to scrape him with my fangs, but when a man fucked an Aima’s mouth that hard, accidents happened, though he didn’t seem to mind.
Face tight and grim, he stared down at me, his eyes blazing like Shara had loosed green fire inside him. My jaws ached, my neck muscles screaming from the unnatural angle. His scent burned in my nose, part dragon fire and part serpent. That inherent dangerous scent that our queen’s cobra carried. It made the tiny hairs on my nape quiver with alarm, bringing the thrill of being used by him to an all new level.
All too quickly, he jammed deep on a guttural growl and emptied his load down my throat so deep I didn’t have to swallow.
I sucked in a frantic gulp of air when he gave me a quick breather.
Panting, he bent down and glared into my eyes. “You didn’t fucking purr.” Stepping back, he hauled me up by my hair, twisted me around, and threw me up on the bed. “When I fuck you, you’ll purr. Loudly. I want you to vibrate my balls. Now make yourself useful and eat our queen’s pussy while our alpha fucks her, and I fuck you.”
SHARA
Daire crawled toward me, straddling Rik’s legs. His hair was a mess, his lips swollen, blood and drool and come dribbling down his chin. He swiped his tongue across his lips, cleaning up before he touched me, though I really think he did it to tease me with that ridiculously talented tongue.
His eyes. Goddess. Dazed out of his mind, high as a kite, and yet completely grounded too. He was fully aware and coherent, yet at the same time, he’d separated his mind from his body. His body wasn’t his any longer. It belonged to Mehen. Completely.
Soft, tender lips pressed to mine. I could taste his blood and the bite of Mehen’s semen.
A sharp crack made me jerk my head up. Joining us on the bed on his knees, Mehen brought his hand crashing down on Daire’s buttock again. “That isn’t where I told you to put your mouth.”
Ignoring him, Daire nuzzled my neck, lipping along my jaw and up to my ear.
It wasn’t like he could easily get his mouth on my pussy when I was leaning forward like this. Rik was already inside me. It just seemed so… so… raw.
And so fucking hot.
I couldn’t get that image out of my mind.
“Don’t punish him for something out of his control.” I fought to keep my voice even, but the sharp tones made me wince. I wasn’t angry, exact
ly. My emotions were turbulent and jumbled. Aroused. Furious that they’d hurt each other and mad at myself for enjoying it so much. And so damned needy. All of us. A mess. Just like Daire’s face and Mehen’s bleeding chest and arms.
He’d already used Daire’s mouth so hard I was surprised his dick wasn’t bleeding too.
Yet I was so fucking wet that I could smell the musk of my own desire. Sitting here with Rik deep inside me, not even thrusting, it was all I could do not to come. Or sink my fangs into Daire and make him come. Or both.
“Why not?” Mehen retorted, his eyes flashing. “He likes it well enough. Why else do you think he’s still not doing as he was told?”
Rik flexed his big body beneath me and my eyes rolled back in my head. Everything inside me clamped down. I clutched Daire’s head and came so hard I screamed and bit my own lip.
Daire moved to lick the blood from my mouth, but Mehen lunged over the top of him, shoving his shoulders down and forcing his head to stay low. “Oh no you don’t. I don’t want to wait another minute to fuck you.”
As he’d done after smacking Daire in the mouth, Mehen licked my chin and sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. Here, then, was how the ferocious dragon could be tender. Licking blood from a wound.
The first time he’d tasted my blood flashed into my mind. How he’d clutched my hand in his mighty jaws… and yes. It’d hurt like a bitch. He’d broken my arm.
But he’d licked my blood from my skin. When he could have ripped my hand off and bathed in royal blood spraying from what was left of the bloody stump.
He groaned deep in his throat and pushed his hips against Daire. The way Daire groaned too told me my blood had made Mehen hard again.
Rik slid his palm around my throat and pulled me back against him. My throat. In his hand. Such a turn on. He pushed up a bit inside me, reminding me of his size. How patiently he waited while I watched my two other Blood, yet with one simple touch, he reminded me of his complete and utter control. He made this possible. My alpha ensured I could safely watch a rabid dragon and a teasing warcat pound the shit out of each other and still enjoy it. Because I trusted him one-hundred percent. If he needed to wade in and thump some sense into one or both of them, he would. Without hesitation. Not because he was jealous or wanted to drive them from me, but because he cared as much as I did that everybody should be safe and loved as much as possible.
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