“Make your move and I’ll fucking drill your ass into oblivion,” Rik growled.
I gulped. And yeah, my fangs throbbed, my pussy ached, and my nipples rubbed against the velvet of my dress. I could all too easily imagine Rik and Mehen wrestling, fighting, fucking. While I watched.
And then I got to fuck them both.
But did they really want to do that? Or were they only willing because they thought I wanted it? I did, but not if anyone would regret it later.
“My punishment wasn’t being chained up for thousands of years. It was being my dragon that whole time.” Mehen said. “In case you didn’t notice, no other dragons, male or female, were imprisoned with me. I’ve had all this time to dream of fucking again. Every single one of your Blood are welcome to take a turn at me. I want and need to fuck. I’ll fuck anyone. I’ll let anyone fuck me. Gladly. I’ll even beg for it if you’re dominant enough to make me. But your alpha would be best at least this first time, because after so long, I’m going to be… feisty.”
Daire snickered. “That’s one way to say horny as hell.”
34
Shara
“Leash my beast,” Mehen growled, vibrating with tension. “Now. So I don’t lose control before we even start.”
I pictured his dragon in our bond, the snarling, hissing, fire-breathing monster that hated everything about me. Except my blood. He liked me bleeding, but that was about it. I looped my magic around his neck, binding him to my will.
The dragon’s slitted emerald eyes, so like Mehen’s, glared with malevolence, but he didn’t fight me again. He knew who his queen was, even if he didn’t like it.
Guillaume held the guest house door open for me, and the rest waited until I was inside before following. I’d been so out of it when we arrived, and then consumed with forming the nest, that I hadn’t really looked around that much. The guest house only had three rooms: a great room with a mini kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom. The guys each had a bag of spare clothing against the wall, and Gina had arranged for some of my new clothes to be installed in the bedroom closet. Though when Rik and Daire had taken me shopping, I’d ended up with at least ten times as many clothes, from a single store. The master bedroom closet had better be gigantic if they kept up that level of shopping.
The sectional couch took up a lot of space, but hopefully the guys not with me would at least be comfortable.
“More than comfortable,” Guillaume assured me, lifting my hand to his mouth. “If you need us, we’ll be close, and even out here, one of us will stay awake.”
I wasn’t sure if he was afraid Mehen would be that dangerous, or if Ra would try to attack again. I hooked my arms around his neck and pressed against him. “I thought the nest was supposed to be impenetrable.”
“It is, to an extent. But the moment you have people crossing the circle, even with your permission, it becomes a weakness. Carpenters and crews will have to cross the circle to work on the house. Deliveries will be made. New servants will be hired for the house. Any of them can become a weak point in your defense that allow a strike.”
Daire pressed against my back, his rumbling purr vibrating through my body. “Good night, my queen. Sleep well.”
I kissed Guillaume and then turned to Daire, kissing him too. My throat tightened but I didn’t say anything. Rik had enough on his plate handling Mehen without either Daire or I nagging him about when he could return to my bed. I missed my cuddle buddy.
“I can cuddle,” Mehen growled.
It made me laugh, though I don’t think that’s what he intended. Daire bumped noses with me, fully secure in his claim as best cuddler, even though he was currently banned.
“Trade off with Xin and Nevarre in six hours,” Rik said, his voice rumbling deep bass. “If Mehen is capable of walking, he’ll join you.”
Daire laughed and plopped down on the couch. “Good luck, my friend.”
“I am not your friend.”
Sobered, I headed for the bedroom. Mehen was Blood—but he didn’t fit in with the rest of my men. And he might never fit in completely. Tension simmered in my bonds, despite Daire’s and Guillaume’s efforts at keeping the mood light. I hadn’t had Blood for long, but with just four of them, we’d had an easy camaraderie that I’d enjoyed. There hadn’t been any jealousy or fights. It’d been easy to trade off between guard and bed duty. I didn’t know Nevarre’s personality yet, but he seemed much more personable than this growling, hissing Blood.
The bedroom was large enough for a king-sized bed and room to walk around easily enough, but with two large men glaring at each other, it felt like a tiny closet. I unzipped my dress, the sound loud in the room, and both males’ gazes whipped toward me. I let the velvet slide down my body and puddle on the floor. I wore nothing underneath.
Mehen’s eyes narrowed into slits and he couldn’t take his eyes off me. Rik used that distraction to his advantage and stripped his clothes in record time while the other man just stared at me.
“Take your clothes off,” I whispered gently, trying not to stir his volatile emotions too much. I wasn’t sure who had lent him the clothes in the first place. He sure hadn’t flown out of the cave in Venezuela with a suitcase. I didn’t want him to feel like a beggar, or a burden, far from it. He needed his own things. They all did.
He jerked the gun-metal gray sweater over his head and threw it aside. “Daire’s.” He jerked the black jeans open and gingerly worked the denim past his straining erection and down his muscular thighs. “Guillaume’s. I don’t give a fuck about what clothes I have as long as you’ll tell me to strip again. That’s one order I’ll never bitch about. Though none of your Blood compare to Winston’s taste in clothing. If you ever go to London, I’ll have a dozen suits made by his tailor.”
“I’d like that.” I ran my gaze over him. For him being so impossibly old, he didn’t have nearly as many scars as Guillaume, but my knight had been tortured while imprisoned. They’d even cut off his head, but hadn’t been able to kill him.
Mehen’s skin gleamed like polished ebony, streaked with glittering dark and gold green tattoos across his shoulders, chest and arms. Actually, the marks looked more like scales, not tattoos. I’d have to touch them to be sure. He was just as impressive in the dick department as my other men, right up there in size with Guillaume. Not that I was surprised.
Overall, he was a muscled, powerful man who moved with lethal grace.
In fact, all six-plus-feet of lethal grace was suddenly moving in a blur toward me.
Rik slammed into him like a linebacker, tucking his shoulder, picking him up and tackling him on the bed.
Mehen roared and thrashed, but Rik had him in a headlock. Mehen bucked beneath him, fighting to get his weight off his back. He managed to roll my alpha over, but Rik slammed him back over on his stomach. Reaching behind him, Mehen clawed at his shoulder and head, but he couldn’t throw my alpha’s weight off, and without his beast, he couldn’t actually injure Rik enough to make him let go. With a couple of hundred pounds of muscle pinning him to the mattress, he finally conceded with his low hiss.
Two gorgeous, powerful men in my bed. Angry. Mean. Fighting. Rik had the other man pinned, riding his back, his tree-trunk thighs gripping Mehen’s hips.
Goddess. I almost had to wipe my chin. I definitely had to shut my mouth.
“All right, my queen.” Boulders crashed and rolled in Rik’s voice, but he didn’t sound winded, or like he was straining at all to hold the other man down. “You may approach him now.”
I stepped toward the bed and Mehen’s muscles rippled, his body tensing beneath Rik’s. He was biding his time, but Rik wasn’t worried. In fact, his eyes smoldered, his bond lava hot. He was aroused by the fight. By the prospect of bringing this mighty dragon down to size a peg or two. Holding him down for me. Fucking him while I watched. Yeah. All of the above.
Climbing up onto the mattress as nonchalantly as I could manage, I fluffed the pillows and settled back against the headboard off to
their left. I didn’t draw my legs up or act like I was afraid in any way, shape, or form, because I wasn’t. I wanted to see what Mehen would do.
What Rik would allow him to do.
Mehen’s hand snaked out toward my thigh. Paused. Waiting to see what Rik would do. When my alpha didn’t stop him, Mehen seized my leg and tugged me toward them, hugging my thigh against him. His mouth a hot brand on my skin. I felt the barest hint of fang and Rik clamped his arm harder on Mehen’s throat, so his breathing became a wheeze.
“Our queen feeds first. Always. Unless she explicitly offers her blood to you.”
Growling against my hip, Mehen pushed back against Rik, pulling on my thigh like he wanted me beneath him.
And yeah, I wanted that. Eventually.
I caught Rik’s gaze and a slow, cocky smile curved his lips. “If you would be so kind as to lube him up with your blood, my queen, I’ll break him in for you.”
Rik
I loved watching my queen when she was aroused. So sensual, everything about her turned me on. The heat in her eyes. The way her pupils dilated, her nostrils flared, a flash of tongue on her lip. Better yet if she bared a little fang.
These were merely appetizers. Sometimes Shara went straight for the feast.
I half expected her to lunge up and sink her fangs into one of us. Hopefully him, because I was too eager to fuck the dragon to come so quickly.
I’d never fucked another Blood for dominance. Companionship, sure. Need, absolutely. Daire, my constant companion for years while we sought a queen, many times.
But never as the queen’s alpha who needed to instill the hierarchy in her Blood. That my queen would take pleasure in it too was merely icing on the cake.
Mehen kept her thigh locked beneath his arm, his mouth on her hip. For now, I allowed it. She sat up, her eyes shining black pools, her fangs distended so much that she couldn’t close her mouth. She bit the meaty part of her right palm, and the dragon shuddered beneath me. In her bond, I felt him large, dark, and furious, rising up from the depths, coming to the call of her blood.
Closing her fingers over her palm, she kept her hand level, pooling blood on her hand. Eyes heavy lidded, she reached between me and Mehen. I rose up a little, giving her plenty of room to play.
To torment.
But I sucked in my breath when she wrapped her bleeding palm around my dick. I’d been fully erect most of the night. How could I not be with my queen in my arms, reclining against me? But her blood, her touch, made my dick swell even more. She leaned in, her lips soft on mine, the brush of fangs making my own descend.
:Do you have him?: She asked, her words targeted to my bond alone.
:Absolutely.:
She pricked her luscious lips with her fangs and pressed her mouth more fully to mine.
Kissing my queen was always an exquisite experience. But a kiss flavored with her blood…
A deep, rumbling growl rolled from my chest. Hunger. Lust. Need. My fangs ached in time to my heart. No, her heart. I felt how fast her heart pounded in her chest.
Mehen exploded beneath me, desperate to taste her blood. Even though she hadn’t offered it to him. Or maybe he just wanted her blood on his skin. Or he was tired of waiting for me to fuck him.
His bond said all the above.
He was strong. I’d give him that. Before I became Shara’s alpha, he would have eaten my ass for lunch. But with my queen’s blood pumping magic through me, he didn’t have a chance. And he knew it.
He just liked the fight.
As much as I did.
Though it did piss me off that he interrupted my queen’s kiss and I lost her touch on my dick.
I squeezed his throat harder, denying him air, and rode his body, letting him buck and fight beneath me. He threw his right elbow back, trying to crack me in the chin, but I turned my shoulder into the blow. It still felt like Guillaume’s hell horse had kicked me.
“I guess he doesn’t want any of your blood after all, my queen.”
He stilled immediately. “That would be an incorrect assumption, alpha.”
She slid her bleeding hand in between us, giving his ass cheek a good firm squeeze. “Where would you like my blood, dragon?”
“On every inch of me.”
35
Mehen
I’d had enough of this bullshit. I didn’t mind torture to a point and I could stand a hell of a lot. Pain. Rough sex. Blood. Bring it the fuck on.
But don’t bring my new queen so close, and let her bleed, and expect me to do nothing about it.
Finally, she touched me not him, dripping blood on my buttocks. Every drop exquisite torment. Every muscle in my body clenched hard, aching with need. Her blood sent my lust into a brutal spike. If the alpha hadn’t already clamped most of my air off, I probably would have tried to fight him again.
“Is this what you wanted?” She whispered, a hint of wicked laughter in her voice that made my fangs and dick throb. I wasn’t sure which was bigger at this point. If I tried to bite her, I’d probably cut her in two. Same if I tried to fuck her.
Which was exactly why Rik needed to take the edge off first.
Her blood dripped and smeared and heated my skin, giving his dick something to slide through. He started to push into me, taking his time. Probably trying to be considerate.
Fuck considerate. With a low growl, I pushed back against him, taking him deeper. Fuck. Yeah. I hurt with need. I burned, my muscles twitching, need hammering through me. I reared back as much as he allowed. I didn’t need to breathe, not as much as I needed him deep inside me.
Shara trailed her bleeding hand up my side, over my ribs, my shoulder, down my arm. Leaving bloody fingerprints. Every drop burned like liquid fire dropped onto my flesh. Rik already had my head pinned against him, but I tried to throw my head back and roar anyway. My throat raw, tight, constricted by his unrelenting forearm clamped around my neck.
“They are scales,” she said. “From a distance, they looked like tattoos.”
“The hazard of living as Leviathan for centuries,” I rasped out. “The dragon never completely sleeps now.”
Rik slid to the hilt inside me, his weight grinding me into the mattress. Fuck. If I wasn’t careful, I’d come just from having her touch my scales.
“That would be too easy,” Rik rumbled against my ear.
Then he flipped us both to the side, away from our queen, rolling me on top of him. He locked his ankles above my knees and stretched me out flat on my back on top of him. He pulled my head back and thrust up into me, making me arch against him.
Belly. Exposed.
Dick. Exposed.
Did he know what that meant for a dragon to be on his back like this? So vulnerable? Open to anything his mate decided to do to him?
By the grim amusement slicing through his bond, he did. He did indeed.
“Torment him at will, my queen. I recommend biting him at least a dozen times.”
She came closer, on her knees beside us. Barely close enough for me to get my fingertips on her thigh. But I could see her. Smell her. Both her heat and her blood. Her eyes gleamed like the night sky filled with a glowing full moon. She looked at my dick and licked her lips and I thought I would die. Literally. My heart stopped. I couldn’t breathe as she leaned down. Her luscious lips inches from my dick. Closer.
“I’ve not had a dick in my mouth yet,” she whispered.
Even Rik shuddered beneath me at the thought. I couldn’t think of anything that would both turn on and terrify a Blood more than having his queen’s fangs so close to his dick. Especially her gigantic fangs. I could heal from anything with her blood flowing through me, but none of us would care to have our junk bit off either.
She wrapped her bleeding palm around me and I gritted my teeth, fighting back the climax threatening to erupt. Her touch. The heat of her blood. I gouged my lips with my fangs, using the pain and blood to distract me. Her hair whispered over my groin. I’d never felt sweeter torture. Until she li
cked the tip of my cock and lightly scratched fang down my length.
With a ragged bellow, I came so hard I wouldn’t have been surprised to find my come sprayed on the ceiling. Rik tightened his grip on me, squeezing my air off so that blackness threatened. I couldn’t move anything other than my arms. I couldn’t even squeeze her thigh or drag her on top of me. I would have too. I wanted to be inside her. Needed it like I needed to breathe.
As I quieted, Rik loosened his grip on my windpipe enough that I could draw in a few shallow breaths. He was still rock hard, a heavy weight inside me, pressing on nerves and muscles that kept me on the edge. It wouldn’t be long before I was hard again. Maybe she would take me then.
He laughed softly against my ear. “Our queen is just getting started. She hasn’t even fed yet. You think she’s going to fuck you before she’s slaked her thirst?”
Her tongue lapped at the head of my cock and I twitched, head to toe, like I had the black plague.
“You taste good. Almost as good as blood. There’s power in semen too, isn’t there?”
“All living fluid,” I panted. “Has power. Some. More than others.”
“Go carefully, my queen,” Rik warned her. “It can be…”
Before he could finish the sentence, I felt the heat flare in her. Her simmering desire fanned hotter and she took my softened cock into her mouth. I felt the slide of her fangs on my flesh, nerves singing with tension. It should have made my balls try to crawl up inside me with terror, but instead, my dick stiffened. Answering her call as eagerly as if she offered me her blood.
She sat back a moment, licking her lips, her eyes closed, fangs glistening. “Addictive? Or just an aphrodisiac?”
“Sometimes both,” Rik replied. “It’s to a Blood’s benefit to make sure his queen wants to taste him again. Blood feeds your power. Come feeds your desire.”
“And both mixed together…” Her breath sighed out. “Brace yourself.”
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