Regally Bitten (Blood Alliance Book 3)

by Lexi C. Foss

  I licked it off on instinct, earning me a growl of approval from the female beneath me. Her lips parted, her tongue touching mine.

  My chest rumbled. More.

  Part of me acknowledged how utterly fucked up this was, but the sensation of pliant female wolf overrode my sanity.

  I needed to taste her.

  To dominate her.

  To win her.

  My mouth sealed over hers, the kiss brutal in its damnation and perfection. She hungrily met me move for move, her arousal sweetening her natural orange scent as we devoured one another.

  Blood.

  Growls.

  Bites.

  Licks.

  It went on, the embrace one of the most erotic experiences of my life, and we weren’t even fucking yet. Not in earnest. Just our mouths mating in a forbidden kiss.

  I released her hands, needing and wanting to feel every inch of her.

  Her fingers clawed into my hair, holding me to her as she returned the passion, her other hand raking nails down my back, marking me.

  It was so fucking primal.

  So fucking wrong.

  Yet so fucking right.

  “We can’t do this,” some weak part of me managed to say. But for the life of me, I couldn’t remember why.

  “We can do whatever we want,” Luna replied, the sultry quality of her voice sending me cascading over the edge into a world of sensation and alpha female.

  She had me by the balls.

  Whatever she wanted, I’d do, if it meant I could continue tasting the heaven she offered. The bliss. The alluring escape from reality.

  I wanted it all.

  And I found it in the form of a wolf who wasn’t mine…

  8

  Edon

  I couldn’t take my eyes off the sight before me, my lips parted in absolute awe.

  Primal energy radiated off Luna and Silas, their erotic aroma seducing my senses and stroking the ire burning inside. An intoxicating combination that left me frozen beside a nearby tree.

  Silas had shouted Luna’s name repeatedly in his mind, sending me running here to find them engaged in a battle between their wolves—in human form.

  I didn’t catch all of it, but the predatory nature of their duel told me everything I needed to know.

  Neither of them was thinking with their heads. Only their instincts.

  Silas had caught Luna.

  Now she wanted to submit to the stronger wolf, to feel him dominate her in the most basic way—through the art of fucking.

  It was why I had wanted to chase her. I’d wanted to be the wolf on top of her. But Silas had beaten me to it.

  Yet something held him back.

  And rather than take advantage of the moment to subdue them both, I leaned against the tree stump and watched him fuck her mouth with his tongue.

  I should have been furious.

  I wasn’t.

  Well, no, I was.

  But this was also really fucking hot.

  They were both naked, sweaty, and tainted with Silas’s blood. How far would my progeny go with this? All the way? Or would that hesitation get the best of him?

  Luna had all but lost herself to her wolf, her body writhing up against him, her long, sexy legs wrapping around his waist in an effort to move him along. Yet Silas didn’t give her what she craved. He controlled the kiss, his hands roaming over her in tantalizing strokes that only seemed to turn her on more.

  His mind told me how badly he wanted this, how he longed to sink inside her slick heat and propel himself into oblivion. Deep down he knew it was wrong; I sensed it in his thoughts. But his wolf refused to acknowledge it, too eager to rut against the willing female beneath him.

  Silas showed remarkable strength in pushing the urge down, satisfying himself with licking Luna instead. He started at her neck, pausing to circle her thundering pulse before continuing a path downward to her breasts.

  Her fingers threaded through his thick blond hair, holding her to him as she mewled in pleasure beneath his wicked mouth. An image of him doing the same to me flashed behind my eyes, giving me pause.

  And as he trailed his mouth along her abdomen, I imagined it was my body he caressed with his tongue.

  Holy fuck, I thought to myself, my balls squeezing tight at the exquisite fantasy. Which only deepened as I added Luna—placing her at this tree—watching Silas licking and sucking all the way down to my cock. Her little fingers would disappear between her thighs, pumping in and out in response, her moans music to our ears.

  Moans that I heard now as Silas licked her deep, in the place only meant for me.

  And still I couldn’t move, too fascinated by the show in the field and the strange ideas populating my mind.

  Silas on his knees before me, taking my cock deep into his throat before passing me to Luna, who sat eagerly waiting for me to fuck her mouth.

  Just as that vision ended, a new one of me inside Luna appeared, pumping her sweet cunt full of my cream—cream that Silas licked from her like he licked her now, before she returned the favor by sucking him off to completion.

  I shuddered, my dick harder than it’d ever been.

  Luna’s cries of satisfaction blended with Silas’s groans, his face soaked by her eager pussy. The entire scene played out before my eyes, her climax a scream that echoed off the trees, causing the birds to fly.

  And she soared with them, her body vibrating beautifully beneath Silas.

  Another man.

  One I created.

  One who owed me his life.

  Yet he defiled that partnership by taking my female. And he continued to do so with abandon, bringing her to another earth-shattering orgasm I felt to my very bones.

  I wanted to destroy them both. To rip them limb from limb. But, at the same time, I wanted to fuck them.

  It didn’t make any sense, this riot of sensation, this anger, this need. I couldn’t tell what I craved more—retribution or Silas’s mouth around my cock. And Luna, oh, darling Luna, I wanted to mount her more than I’d ever desired mounting another woman.

  It’d been over a week since her arrival, and we’d barely spent a moment together other than the first night and our little run the other day. I’d avoided her, spending time with my grandfather instead. I needed to prepare for the trials. He was the only one willing to help me.

  But now I regretted more than ever not going to her, not forcing her to yield the way she did for Silas now.

  It was his name leaving her mouth as she screamed a third time.

  I growled in response. A low, feral sound, one that had her stilling beneath Silas. He lifted his head, looking for the source. Rather than let him see me, I ducked behind the tree, not ready yet to discipline them for their actions.

  Because I’d end up either killing them or fucking them both.

  I ran a hand over my face, my cock straining at my zipper. What the hell is wrong with me? It shouldn’t even be a decision. Silas needed to die for betraying me—his sire—in such a way. And Luna, she needed to be brought to heel.

  Yet I still couldn’t move.

  My blood hummed hot, desire tightening my groin, my base urge telling me to run out there and join them, not punish them.

  I shook my head. Dazed. Confused. Way too turned on for my own good.

  I should have taken Bianca up on her offer to fuck this afternoon, should have let her go to her knees like a good little wolf and take my cock between those plump fuck-me lips.

  But I couldn’t.

  It felt wrong.

  Oh, goading Luna had been fun. At least until she ran off. Not that I blamed her. I’d been an ass, but her comments about rape and forcing the bond had truly pissed me off.

  Women usually adored me, but Luna acted as if it would be a hardship, even when her body clearly desired mine.

  It infuriated me, left me frustrated, and some twisted part of me had wanted to hurt her right back.

  Which obviously fucking backfired because I’d left her all
hot and bothered with a desire to run. And now all my threats of her not finding a wolf to fuck her were blown out the window by my own damn progeny.

  How did this happen?

  No, better question.

  Why did I let this happen?

  I stole a deep breath, needing this insanity to end. Whether I fucked them or killed them remained to be seen. I couldn’t just stand here like a pansy ass and allow this to continue.

  But when I finally stepped into the clearing, they were both gone.

  Silas’s scent led back to the home I generously lent to him, while Luna’s went toward the main properties.

  They’d split up, leaving me with a choice of whom to follow first.

  It was easier than I expected. I chose Silas. Because I owned him. And he was about to find out what it meant to demolish the trust between progeny and sire.

  Maybe after I dealt with him, this urge to chase Luna down and fuck her into submission would subside.

  Maybe, but not likely.

  I was the alpha here. Not her. Not Silas. Me.

  It was time for both of them to realize that.

  It was time for them to kneel.

  9

  Silas

  Fuck. What did I just do? How could I let that happen?

  I paced the interior of the cabin—lost.

  Edon knew.

  I felt his knowledge deep inside, the fiery energy burning and coming right for me. But I was helpless to run. Like he’d placed a shackle on my leg, forcing me to stay here, to wait for him.

  I was a dead wolf. I knew it in every fiber of my being. There was no excuse in the world that would save me now. Not that I even had one.

  Fighting had left me aroused.

  And Luna. Fuck. I couldn’t say no, didn’t want to deny her. Part of me wondered if it was her intention all along to put me in this position, to distract her very irate intended mate.

  But I caught the fear in her gaze when his growl echoed over us. She ran faster than I did, her terror leaving a pungent scent behind.

  What would he do to her? Was he there right now? Punishing her?

  No.

  No, he wasn’t.

  Because I could feel him here.

  Could sense him lurking in the shadows of the room, debating my fate.

  I shivered, uncertain of what to do. Should I try to fight? To plead my case?

  He surrounded me with his dominance, his power a palpable presence that weighed on my spine, demanding submission. Yet my legs locked in rebellion, my abdomen tightening beneath the intensity.

  “You touched something that didn’t belong to you,” he said, his voice low, a rasp of sound that sent a chill down my spine.

  I swallowed. “I know.” Not the right response. I should have apologized, should have promised it wouldn’t happen again.

  But both statements would have been lies.

  I neither regretted it nor could vow not to repeat it. Because something had happened between Luna and me, some sort of intense pull, and it was far from done. I wanted to taste her again. To fuck her. To own her.

  It was completely insane.

  I barely knew her.

  Yet my wolf desired her. Not as a mate, but as a prize. And he refused to be denied.

  Edon circled me, the shadows of the room keeping his presence concealed. However, I felt him moving, eyeing me as one did its prey.

  The setting sun outside seemed to be an omen of what was to come—the end of a day, the end of a life.

  “How did she taste?” Edon asked softly, the words holding a lethal edge to them. Almost as if he were daring me to reply.

  If I was going to die, I’d go out with my spine intact. “Like oranges.”

  “Mmm.” Edon stood behind me now, his hum a vibration against the back of my neck. “And did you enjoy it?”

  “Yes.”

  I waited for the blow to come, waited for a threat, something.

  Silence fell between us. If the warmth of his skin didn’t bathe my own, I’d have thought he left. Awareness teased my senses, a new scent arising.

  No. It’d been there since Edon arrived.

  A dark, addictive flavor. The cologne of the forest, a predator in his prime, evaluating his target—me.

  Only, it wasn’t violence radiating from him, but something harsher. Savage need.

  My heart skipped a beat, then sent my pulse racing, pumping blood to the one part of me I couldn’t allow to react.

  But something about Edon’s masculinity appealed to me. His dominance was a trait to be revered. Respected. Acknowledged.

  It took significant effort to keep my head upright when all I wanted to do was bow. To go to my knees before him. To acknowledge him as the bigger wolf.

  “You clearly took oral training in university.” His words were a breath against my ear, his chest a threatening flame brushing my back.

  My mouth went dry, my body reacting to his nearness in a way I never would have anticipated.

  It’s because of the fight and subsequent fuckery, I told myself. You’re aroused because of Luna.

  Are you? Edon’s voice taunted. “Did you only learn how to please females in your classes?” he asked, his hand gripping my hip. “Or did you learn how to pleasure males as well?”

  Oh, fuck. I wasn’t the only one aroused. No wonder he radiated heat. His cock was just as hard as mine and touching the cleft of my ass.

  I licked my lips, the words stuck in my throat.

  Silas, he growled into my mind. My patience will only go so far.

  Yes, I admitted with a tremble. Yes, I learned how to pleasure males in addition to women. I wanted to be completely prepared for whatever life threw at me.

  Never in my wildest dreams did I expect it to be an aroused alpha lycan.

  Nor would I have guessed my instinctual reaction to that predicament to be a favorable one.

  But my dick stood proud, my skin tight with yearning, my stomach clenched with a readiness that required satisfaction.

  Luna might have started it. But some sick and twisted part of me wanted Edon to finish it.

  “Kneel,” he demanded.

  A war battled inside me, my pride telling me to remain upright while my wolf begged me to obey.

  I gave in to my wolf, my knees buckling.

  Edon placed his palm on my head, his fingers lightly running through my hair as he circled to stand before me.

  I’d been in this position before—being presented with a lycan’s cock to suck. Humans learned all manner of skills at the universities. Oral sex was one I perfected and achieved high marks in, on both males and females.

  His grasp in my hair tightened, pulling my scalp and forcing me to look up at him.

  A black whirlpool of fury mingled with arousal stared down at me.

  I couldn’t tell if he wanted to fuck me or kill me, as he seemed to be walking a fine ledge between the two.

  He tensed his grip even more, his opposite hand going to my throat. “I should kill you for your blatant disrespect.”

  My throat bobbed beneath his palm, causing him to squeeze a little harder. I could still breathe, but barely. And while it should have scared the shit out of me, all I felt was a tingle deep inside. A yearning building between my legs.

  It was so fucking messed up.

  How could I be attracted to this asshole?

  I never had a preference either way when it came to sex, but I never saw myself being into a power-exchange situation.

  “I should kill you,” he repeated. “But I find myself more intrigued by your oral skills. Luna seemed to enjoy them. And now I wonder how I’ll feel about them. Do you think you’ll please me enough to change my mind about your life, Silas? Or will it just make me want to kill you more?”

  His words should have sickened me, should have left me feeling fearful of my future. But all they evoked was a sense of challenge, a desire to prove myself to him, to blow his fucking mind. Because this? This I could do. And I would do it well. “
Fuck my mouth and find out.”

  Edon’s resulting smile was all wolf. Hungry, wild, and barely restrained. “Open up, Silas.”

  The dare in his voice had me grasping his hips and tugging him forward.

  He wanted to dominate me? He’d have to work harder.

  Because I knew how to bring a man to his knees. I’d done it before, and I would do it again now.

  I took him deep, the way I liked it, and groaned at the masculine taste of him. Fuck, my wolf senses intensified this just like they did with Luna, providing me with a new experience despite my years of training.

  He reminded me of the forest, the fresh leaves mingled with life. So different from Luna’s oranges, yet their combination of flavors created the perfect mix on my tongue. I wanted more. Much, much more.

  And so I took it, swallowing him to the back of my throat while sucking at the same time.

  “Fuck,” Edon breathed, his grip tightening in my hair to a painful degree.

  I dug my nails into his flesh in response, forcing him to stay in place as I devoured him with my mouth. His thighs tensed, the power in his body rippling around me in a violent wave. My balls ached, my body primed from what felt like hours of foreplay with Luna, and now Edon.

  It was overwhelming to the point of pain.

  But the taste of him drove me onward, his cock threatening my gag reflex as he attempted to control the rhythm.

  It wasn’t kind.

  It wasn’t easy.

  It was an intoxicating blend of alpha brutality, unadulterated lust, and anger, all wrapped up in a culmination of grunts and merciless thrusts.

  I slid one hand to cup his sack, squeezing it in warning as he forced himself even deeper, trying to make me take his well-endowed cock all the way to the end.

  My silent reprimand only intensified his energy, his need to put me severely beneath him taking over. But I held my ground, accepting only what I could while also driving him mad with my tongue.

  His harsh exhales and pants told me I was winning, that he couldn’t hold out on me much longer.

  He wanted this almost as much as I did, perhaps even more.

  “Swallow it,” he growled, the words heating my veins and causing my cock to weep with want, begging to be touched.