by L. A. Boruff
“Just…stand up and enjoy this,” I said and waited for him to obey. He stood, and I took him in my mouth.
He let out a surprised gasp and braced himself by grabbing my shoulder, letting out a small curse.
“Holy shit, Ash,” Noah said with a giggle. “You just made an angel cuss.”
Just to see what he’d do, I flatted my tongue and pulled him further into mouth. He shuddered but clamped his mouth shut tight to keep from letting out another curse.
“I’m starting to feel a bit jealous,” Levi said.
I turned away from Michael and found Levi’s cock waiting on the other side of my face. Levi was far too well-endowed for me to comfortably get my mouth around him. I had tried once before and, while I could make it work, it made my jaw ache. Still, I wanted to. I wanted them all every way I could have them.
Noah pressed in behind me, hands closing over my breasts and kissing my neck. I was surrounded on all sides by dicks, all of them eager to please and be pleased.
“I want you,” I said, kissing the head of Levi’s cock.
Levi’s nostrils flared as I wrapped my hand around him and began to stroke, slow and rhythmic.
“And I want you.” I gripped Noah’s hand and pushed it down to rub my clit while Ben fucked me. “And I want you.” I sealed my mouth over the head of Michael’s dick and teased it with my tongue.
Ben suddenly increased his pace and sent a surge of pleasure through me. I released Michael to let out an involuntary moan and gasp for air. Levi’s hand was suddenly on the back of my head, drawing me to him. I let him. I needed to taste him, to have him inside me like I needed air.
No.
I wanted them all inside me. All at once. Except, I didn’t know how.
Noah chuckled in my ear. “I know how.”
Oh, shit. Had I said that out loud? I had only meant to think it, but apparently my filter was off and everything I’d been thinking had just flowed out. I was so full of need I couldn’t even form a coherent response as Noah pulled his fingers away and pushed my head forward.
The next thing I knew, he was pressed against my ass while I was bent over Ben with Ben still inside me. He didn’t even have to thrust to slide in. Ben did that for him, moving my whole body by pushing and pulling on my hips.
“Fuck, that’s nice,” Noah muttered and pumped hard into me. He wasn’t gentle, nor was he too rough. He was exactly what I needed.
Pressure built. Waves of pleasure threatened to overtake me. I wanted to scream, but if I did, someone would come running and I didn’t want to have to explain this to my adoring fans on the island. I had to fill my mouth and Michael was right there. He gasped and shuddered again as I pulled him into my mouth and let me suck on him until the scream in my throat faded.
Yet even as I came up for air, I felt another orgasm building and turned to Levi. He grabbed a handful of hair and guided my head onto him, but he was too big. I stopped and pulled back, only he wouldn’t let me. “All the way,” he commanded. “Just once. All the way. That’s it. See? You can do it. One more time. See what a good girl you can be if you just try, Ash? There you go. Back to Michael now. He needs your attention.”
Levi patted my head as I took Michael in my mouth again.
Beneath me, Ben dug his fingernails into my hips and let out a guttural, desperate cry as he climaxed, slamming hard into me.
The sudden rush seemed to work its way into Noah as well. He pulled out of me and slid his dick between my cheeks, cursing even louder. A shower of thick, wet droplets coated my ass and he collapsed onto my back, his scratchy beard like sandpaper between my shoulder blades.
“Ash,” Michael whispered my name like a prayer. A powerful tremor quaked through him and he exploded into my mouth, a salty and earthy taste, yet sweeter than either Ben or Levi. I didn’t mind it near as much as before, especially since he stopped to shower me with kisses after.
“Princess, are you ready for me?”
I nodded and climbed off of Ben. Ben’s come slid down my leg as Levi guided me to the edge of the daybed and bent me over it.
“You’ve done very good,” he purred in my ear as he leaned over me.
I could feel him pressed against my opening and tried to accommodate him by spreading my legs wider.
Levi tisked. “That isn’t how you beg, Princess, remember? Words?”
I closed my eyes tight. I wanted this. Needed it. Just a little more. “Please, sir. Please.”
He slapped my ass and I jumped. “Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
He slapped my other ass cheek.
“Please fuck me, Sir!”
“That’s better.”
Levi pushed into me, this time without stopping halfway as he’d done the first time we tried. He filled me to my limit, so that even if I had wanted Noah to fuck my ass again, he couldn’t have. With his hands on my shoulders, he fucked me hard and fast as if I were some inanimate fuck toy. For him, I was. I belonged to him in those moments, and that feeling—no, the need to belong entirely to someone else with all of my being was part of me now. It made me feel complete, important. Wanted. Just as safe as when Ben held me in his arms and kissed the top of my head.
There could be no death there in the space Levi and I created. I couldn’t even fathom it. Like a nebulous cloud, all awareness drifted away until all that was left was me bent over a bed with Levi inside me.
And when the cloud lifted, so did I. I came so hard it felt like every other orgasm I’d ever had before that one was just a tease. Wetness rolled down the inside of my legs and from the corners of my eyes at the same time. Every muscle in my body spasmed, my core clenching even tighter against Levi. I bit into the mattress to choke off the scream.
Levi’s teeth sank into my shoulder, his hand clutched tight around my throat while he groaned and shuddered, lost in a climax of his own.
I stayed high above, floating and lost in the bliss until long after he’d finished.
When I finally came fully back to reality, I was lying on the bed, squished between Levi and Ben with Michael curled up at my feet. Noah was back at his workbench, muttering to himself as he started putting things together like a man possessed. Apparently, he’d worked through his problem, whatever it was. Noah hadn’t even bothered to put on pants.
Ben touched the side of my face. “Are you okay?”
I turned over and nestled my head against his chest. “Never better.”
“Good!” Levi declared. The bed creaked as he got out of it and went to retrieve his pants. “Maybe now I can finish my damn book.”
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Joely Sue Burkhart: Queen Takes Alpha Bonus Scene
Their Vampire Queen
For Kimberly
Shara
Rik gave me a smoldering look that made my fangs ache. “How would you like us tonight, my queen?”
I didn’t answer right away, allowing my gaze to touch each of my Blood. Each man was a magnificent warrior and protector, eager to fulfill my every fantasy. Mehen’s emerald eyes glittered, locked to my every move, very much the mighty Leviathan. My warcat’s purr rumbled like deep thunder, making my bones vibrate even though Daire wasn’t touching me. Yet.
Xin didn’t say a word or move a muscle, but his wolf poised inside him, ready to pounce.
My twins. My Templar knight. My burly bear. My dark raven.
How could I possibly choose?
“I have an idea,” Mehen said in a silky voice of menace that managed to carry a hint of his dragon’s hiss. “Let Rik choose. Let him be alpha.”
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br /> “He is alpha,” I replied slowly, not sure what point he was trying to make. “Always.”
Rik cupped my cheek in his palm and gently tilted my face up to his. “He means let me dictate who and how tonight.”
His warm palm was so big. So strong. If he chose, he could palm my head like a basketball, or smash me like a melon. Yet when he touched me, he was unfailingly gentle.
Images flickered through my head. Of Rik not being gentle.
Demanding. Dominant. Possessive. Dangerous.
Alpha.
Like when he’d put Mehen in a choke-hold and fucked him into submission.
Rik had never handled me like that. Ever.
We’d fucked countless times in multiple combinations with my other Blood. Even another woman. But he’d never taken me.
He bent down and brushed his lips against mine, his words a caress that made my eyes flutter shut. “You’re my queen. I love you more than life itself. I will give you anything you desire, my queen. Gladly. We all will.”
“Aye, “yes,” “my queen…” Echoed around the room as my Blood agreed with him.
I wrapped my arms around Rik’s neck and stared up into his eyes so I could watch his reaction. “Tonight, I want my alpha to take me any way he desires.”
His eyes blazed. He slid his palm through my hair and cupped my nape, squeezing just enough to make my eyes flare. “Are you sure that’s what you want, my queen?”
He hadn’t even touched me sexually yet, but my body was primed. Everything throbbed in time with my heartbeat. My fangs. My clit. I licked my lips and nodded. “Without question.”
His fingers tightened on my neck, sending my pulse into overdrive. Already, he seemed bigger, meaner, as if his rock troll was swelling beneath his skin. “G, use your knives to cut our queen’s clothes off her body.”
Guillaume stepped closer, already pulling a slender silver blade out of one of his wrist sheathes. “Gladly, alpha.”
My breathing quickened. I didn’t know why. I wasn’t afraid. Not of Guillaume, and certainly not of Rik. My Templar knight’s loyalty and honor were above reproach. He’d even cut my clothes off before.
So, what made this different?
Maybe it was the way Rik kept me locked into place, his fingers gripping me so hard that he could have picked me up off the floor and held me dangling like a kitten in his grip. Or maybe it was knowing that my other Blood watched. All of them. I could feel their attention locked on me as Guillaume took my hand in his.
His thumb dug into my palm and ground against my tendons, making my breath catch in my throat. He jerked a little as he straightened my arm out to the side, almost too far. Enough that I could feel the pull in my inner elbow and a bit of strain in my wrist. Nothing to hurt me…
But a deliberate reminder.
Each of my Blood were strong, powerful men. Men who could grab me, bend me to their will, and use their strength against me, unless I called on my power to protect myself. They would never threaten me like that, though. They chose to submit to me as their queen. They kept their fierce predators under control when they touched me.
Unless I wished for them to be unleashed.
The cold silver blade touched my inner wrist. Guillaume paused, waiting for me to meet his gaze. “Slow?” He kept his voice soft, even though his eyes glinted like the steel blade in his hand. “Or fast?”
I started to open my mouth, but Rik clamped his fingers harder on my neck. Whatever I’d been about to say scattered like fallen leaves in a hurricane.
“Slow.” Rik’s graveled voice made goosebumps race down my arm. “Until I say otherwise.”
“Understood, alpha.”
The knife edged up my wrist and the delicate fibers of my sweater leapt apart beneath the razor-sharp edge. Guillaume had no problem slicing through the fibers, though every once in a while, he paused and gave another little tug on my arm, turning my wrist slightly to keep the strain on my muscles. To remind me that he held me. That he controlled the position of my arm, while Rik controlled… everything else.
“Mehen,” he growled out Leviathan’s true name like a curse. “Strip. Flat on your back on the bed.”
I half expected Mehen to bitch, or at least send a dirty glare Rik’s way, but he jerked his shirt off and shucked his pants without a word. He stretched out on my bed as ordered, only he chose to lay sideways, rather than putting his head on the pillows. He scooted closer to the edge and pushed his head back, tipping his chin up and allowing his head to sag off the mattress, so he could still watch as Guillaume made his way up my shoulder.
“Daire,” Rik said, stalling my warcat’s purr momentarily. “Ready the dragon for our queen.”
Flashing a grin, Daire undressed so quickly that I almost missed it. He pounced on the bed and jarred Mehen enough that the dragon muttered a curse, only because he lost sight of me. Daire dropped to his belly and rubbed against the other man’s legs, wriggling playfully up Mehen’s thighs.
I found myself holding my breath. Waiting. Watching as Daire pretended like he didn’t see the massive dick begging for his attention. He purred and rubbed against Mehen’s legs until the dragon reached down, seized a handful of his hair, and dragged him exactly where he wanted Daire to be.
“Oh.” Daire bumped his dick with his chin but deliberately avoided the man’s efforts of hauling his mouth into place. “I don’t think he needs any help, Rik. He’s pretty fucking ready for our queen already.”
“But she’s not,” Rik replied.
Oh, but I was. I could feel how wet I was. If Rik and Guillaume didn’t keep me locked in place, I would have already joined my two Blood in bed.
Guillaume sliced up through the top of my sweater. Cold steel eased up my throat, drawing my attention to him.
“Do the next sleeve quickly,” Rik growled.
Guillaume’s lips quirked. He grabbed my other arm, pulled it straight, as he’d done before, and paused a moment with the knife at my wrist. “Don’t move, my queen. I’d regret drawing a single drop of your sweet blood without our alpha’s permission.”
I held my breath, anticipation rising.
A low groan from Mehen told me Daire had finally quit teasing him. I glanced over and locked eyes with Daire as he came up for air and smacked his lips. “He tastes good, my queen. But not as good as you.”
His hair was tousled around his shoulders like a wild, shaggy mane. His eyes gleamed like his warcat on the prowl. He sank down over Mehen’s dick again, holding my gaze, forcing the erect cock so deeply into his throat that I couldn’t understand how he wasn’t choking.
“Shara.” Guillaume whispered my name like a prayer, jerking my attention to him. Then he zipped the knife up my sleeve so fast I couldn’t help but gasp. The sound of tearing fabric was surprisingly loud and awful. My heart pounded as my sweater seemed to dissolve off my body in an instant, held only by the intact neckband around my throat.
“Very good,” Rik said, a dark edge in his voice that I’d never heard. “It’s almost like skinning a deer. Do her jeans now, but leave the band around her throat, in case our queen gets cold.”
With a grin, Guillaume tucked the slender blade back up his sleeve and reached over his shoulder. Oh no. I knew what that meant.
He was getting the biggest knife that he carried in a spine sheath.
The heavy knife was at least a foot long. How he wore that thing hidden down his back, and drew it without nicking himself, I had no idea. I didn’t care about the knife, though. Not with Daire’s head bobbing so enthusiastically on Mehen’s cock. My dragon had one hand fisted in Daire’s hair, and his other wrapped in the bedding, muscles and tendons standing in stark relief.
Though his glittering emerald eyes were still locked on me, despite my other Blood’s mouth on his dick. His eyes blazed. He wanted to seize me and drag me beneath him. He wanted to slam into me so hard that we broke the bed or brought the walls tumbling down around us.
However, he did absolutely nothing at
all but lie there and allow Daire to tease him. Because my alpha hadn’t given him permission.
Yet.
Guillaume gathered the hem of my jeans in his left hand and set the tip inside my pants leg, ready to cut through the thick ankle hem, but he paused. “These jeans do look very nice on you, my queen. They fit you so well that we all jostle for the right to walk behind you, so we can drool over the way they hug your ass and thighs so perfectly. Maybe you would rather I not cut them apart?”
I swallowed, trying to get my brain to work.
“Cut them off,” Rik ordered. “Our queen has other jeans that fit as well, and if not, we’ll buy them for her. We’ll buy so many that you can cut them off her every single night.”
“I’d like that.” Guillaume winked at me and set to work cutting the thick denim. Each tug and rip made me want to jerk frantically at the button and shimmy out of my jeans and be done. But Rik wanted this, and so did Guillaume. All I had to do was stand here and let him slide that huge blade up the inside of my thigh, cutting as meticulously as the finest surgeon.
While my dragon moaned and tossed his head, driven mad by Daire’s talented tongue.
I was practically dancing in place myself as Guillaume made his way up my other thigh. He pulled the waistband away from my stomach and shielded my tender skin with his fingers as he sawed up through the thicker band. I ran my hands over his head, stroking his cheeks and combing my fingers through his curls. His hair was dark and full, now. Unlike when he’d first come to me, almost dead from starvation. His hands and fingers had been broken and misshapen from torture, his hair and face gray with exhaustion and weakness.
The last Templar knight. Now whole, hearty, and hale, on his knees, cutting my pants off.
He kissed my stomach as my jeans fell away, but then rose to his feet and gave Rik a salute. “Task accomplished, alpha.”
Rik slid his fingers beneath the tattered neckband of my sweater. “Are you cold?”
