Page 33 of Queen's Crusade
Was I so buzzed on his blood I simply didn’t understand what he meant? Sure, I’d taken a huge amount from him, but never feed again? He didn’t know me yet, I got that, but goddess. What kind of queen did he expect?
Confused, I studied his face, noting bruises on the proud planes of his cheekbones. One eye swollen shut. Rik hadn’t been too happy with him. His jawline was outlined by a trimmed, neat beard. Silky black spiraled curls hung in his eyes, burning like twin suns. The molten gold sent a shock through me.
Scarabs. Heliopolis. Ra.
Sekh's eyes narrowed, his fingers tightening on my nape. “Fuck Ra.”
:Fuck yeah,: Vivian replied loudly in our bonds, so that I’m sure all of my Blood heard it. But then in a soft, targeted whisper to me, she said, :I sense nothing of Heliopolis in him, my queen.:
Relieved, I lifted my other arm toward my dragon, bypassing Sekh for now. Of all my Blood, Mehen felt the lack of feeding whenever he wanted the most. Not for the blood and the power necessarily, though he reveled in that too. It was the connection and touch he wanted beyond even sex. He wanted the soul-to-soul communion of feeding from me, while he took care of me. Though he’d blast all the pyramids in Heliopolis into a misshapen golden puddle before he’d ever fucking admit he needed me.
Without loosening his grip around Sekh’s throat, Mehen leaned harder on his back, giving us more of his weight so he could seize my hand and press my wrist to his mouth. Which drove Sekh deeper. My eyes rolled back in my head, pleasure humming through me as Mehen’s fangs sank into me.
“Our queen doesn’t lay on the ground when she can lay on top of Blood.” Guillaume dropped down behind me, lifting my head and shoulders so he could scoot partially beneath me, bringing me onto his lap.
Which put his thick cock right there. Beside me, pressing against my side, a hot velvety rod to torment me. Though that wasn’t why he’d joined us. He had a knife in his right hand. One of his bigger ones. A crystal-clear message to the new Blood.
Touch me in a way that Sir Guillaume de Payne didn’t like, and his head was going to roll.
I squirmed between them, deliberately rubbing against G’s dick. I even tugged on my arm, trying to pull my hand back down so I could further torment him, but Mehen growled and tightened his grip. While Sekh’s thirst fanned my desire into a blistering inferno. I pushed my heels into the ground, rocking my hips up against him. Though with Mehen’s weight on his back, there wasn’t much thrusting that Sekh could do. Not until my dragon cooperated.
:Bite him, and I’ll fuck you both.:
Sekh had told me to bite him, and he seemed game for anything, though that might be his thirst talking more than his true desire.
:Sorry,: I warned him, tightening my arm on his neck. Lurching up, I sank my fangs into his throat, braced for all hell to break loose.
And it did, but not from Sekh. Mehen bellowed so loudly I wasn’t entirely sure he hadn’t shifted into his dragon. He convulsed on top of us, crushing Sekh against me. Startled, I released his throat so I could see. Rather than taking Guillaume’s dick in his face, he’d twisted slightly to my left. On his elbow, braced on his forearm, head pressed against his hand. His shoulders shook, but not in climax despite my bite.
His bond was a convoluted mess of sensation. Too much need. Ravenous thirst bordering on madness. All mixed with random words. :Test. Hold. Wait. Test! Don’t. Fuck. Up.:
Still a dead weight on top of us, Mehen twitched and groaned. I smelled his cum as if my bite had driven him to climax instead of Sekh.
The knife floated past my line of vision, a silver blur making my heart seize in my chest. Guillaume dug the brutal tip into the man’s throat above my two gaping punctures, pressing deeper until he turned his head enough to look at him.
“Don’t fucking rip her throat out again.”
“He might need help,” I started to say, but Sekh opened his mouth, baring all his teeth.
Not Aima. Not even human.
Despite the ram head of his sphinx, he had the brutal teeth of a lion with four gigantic fucking canines.
My pussy clenched so hard he squeezed his eyes shut, his face straining. But he nodded. Once. Pushing the knife deeper into his neck.
G lowered the blade, yet Sekh still waited, his face strained and tight. Sweat trickled down his face. His nostrils flared wide with each deep breath. Taking in my scent. And he was still rock hard inside me. My orgasmic bite hadn’t affected him at all.
Turning my head back toward Guillaume, I bared the left side of my throat and shoulder for Sekh. I threw my arm around G’s erection, gripping the base in my hand and hugging his dick closer to my body. He was too thick to get in my mouth without unhinging my jaws, so I simply licked everything I could reach.
I felt a hot gust of air on my skin as Sekh came closer. The delicate prick of his teeth despite the ravenous thirst hammering in his bond. He gripped my shoulder in his jaws rather than my more vulnerable throat. His blood dripped down on me, splattering over my chest. Adding to my pleasure. Stirring my hunger.
He hesitated, a jolt of shock flickering through him. :You still hunger?:
In answer, I leaned up and licked my way back to my bite on his throat. :Always.:
This time, I could simply enjoy his taste rather than strain to hold the sphinxes’ attention on me. Honeyed sweetness flowed on my tongue, spiced with desert heat. Drinking him was like lying in the pleasant warmth of the sun and simply soaking in all that luxurious heat.
His entire body trembled against me as he fed. Frantic gulps at first, the same as me when I’d first tasted the wealth of his blood. Though he quickly settled in to enjoy a slow feast. His sandpaper tongue rasped over my skin, his teeth scraping without penetrating me again. Pleasure swelled inside me, a gentle wave slowly filling me. A cup shimmering with pure, sweet water, almost overflowing. Hovering right on the edge of too full. Too much. Only to take another drop. Another thrust and grind.