Chapter 4
SHARA
Iloved fucking my Blood.
I fucking loved watching my Blood fuck each other too.
Especially if I was in the middle of it all.
With my mouth locked to Rik’s forearm, his blood hot on my tongue, searing my throat, I stared up into Nevarre’s shining eyes.
Watching the way his pupils dilated. His breath caught on a ragged groan.
His head tipped back against the other man’s shoulder, baring the strong column of his throat.
Tendons working. Muscles desperately working across his shoulders and chest as he tried to restrain himself.
Holding back the onslaught of lust and need as Sekh began to slide into him.
Nevarre rocked back a little, shifting his weight back to his knees so he could lift his hips.
Get Sekh deeper. Which dragged his cock alongside Rik’s.
The gliding pull made me moan with him as Sekh shoved deep.
Then deeper still, pushing Nevarre back down against me.
Heavier. Both men’s weight on top of me. On top of Rik.
For a moment, we simply lay together, stacked up like bricks.
I luxuriated in the feel of them. Surrounded by them.
Nevarre tipped his head to the side so his hair slipped down over me.
A black silken curtain of dusky shadows and raven’s wings, laced with Gaelic magical words I could almost understand.
My body understood the call of his magic. Fly. Fly with me. Forever.
Where Rik’s alpha blood pumped into me with all his indomitable strength, Nevarre’s fluttered like silent black wings slipping through a cloudless night sky sprinkled with stars. Winding together through me, ribbons of velvet and power, magic and heat, strength and will.
Sekh shifted against Nevarre, making him—me—groan. Then the general’s fingers found mine, dragging my hand out of the other Blood’s hair. He pressed a kiss to my palm and then moved my hand to his shoulder. “Sink these beautiful claws into me, my queen, and you can taste all three of us at once.”
“I will if you start fucking us.”
His eyes burned like liquid pools of gold. “Gladly.”
Adjusting his knees around Rik’s big thighs so he had enough leverage against the mattress to thrust, Sekh pulled back slowly, making Nevarre writhe against me.
Then he gave a slow, controlled, heavy thrust. Nevarre’s breath humphed out on a groan, taking the brunt of the hard shove.
Though I felt the thud of his cock inside me as well.
Again, this time even harder. Sekh’s eyes narrowed to slits, his brow furrowed with concentration.
Deliberately moving Nevarre inside me, against me, using the friction of the other man’s body as an extension of his own.
I stroked my fingers over the chiseled muscles of his shoulder.
Dipped beneath his arm. My fingers glided over his ribs one by one, as far down as I could reach.
His lower flank, a tender place to stab.
Not that he cared in the slightest. In fact, he wanted it.
Teeth and claws. Bloody jowls snarling and gnawing, buried in his kill.
He might have the head of a ram when he shifted, but at heart, he was all ravenous lion.
I jammed my nails into his side, making him snarl.
He arched to the side, not to escape the stab of my nails, but to drive them deeper.
Pushing against my fingers. Digging the sharp tips into his organs.
Bowel. I wasn’t even sure. His blood swept me away like a tiny branch on the floodwaters of the Nile.
He gripped Nevarre’s shoulder in his jaws, deliberately tearing him open. Splattering me with even more blood.
Rik rumbled deep. A rocky landslide breaking free of the mountain. He pushed up beneath me, lifting all of us. Effortlessly. Hard enough to jostle my mouth on his wrist. His blood spilled out around his forearm and mixed with Sekh’s.
A feast for Nevarre to lick. Giving him blood despite my feeding—so he could last as long as possible.
Now the general and my alpha began a sensual onslaught. Thrusting and lifting and shoving against each other. Grunting with effort as they took turns moving us. Fucking us. Driving us higher.
My fangs ached, needing to bite. Desperate to feel the pressure of flesh against the brutal tips as they sliced deep.
The roof of my mouth throbbed. I couldn’t close my mouth without shredding my own lip, so I couldn’t help but drool.
So fucking hungry. Not just for blood but for their taste.
On my tongue. Skin and muscle in my mouth.
But as soon as I bit one of them, we’d be done in short order.
I’d once rued the lack of fangs. Now, I wished I could bite without immediately blasting my Blood to queendom come.
“Blast us,” Nevarre panted. “As long as you come too.”
“Besides, there are plenty more Blood eager for a turn if you’re not satisfied,” Rik said.
Satisfied. What did that even mean? Sated? Satiated? I didn’t think I could ever get enough. Not of this. Them.
I didn’t have to turn my head to know Guillaume waited just outside the door with another tray. His dick as hard as the Blood inside me. Ready, eager, hopeful… But resigned.
Which broke my fucking heart.
Resigned to wait for another time. I never had enough time for everyone, especially today, when we were headed on a rescue mission as soon as Gwen got here.
He would never ask. Very few of my Blood were vocally needy that way.
Daire would start to pout and brat around when he was feeling needy, though not as much since Sekh joined us.
Vivian got even less of my time, unless we specifically set aside time for us to be together without any of my males. She deserved better. They all did.
“You’re thinking too hard and not coming enough.” Sekh lunged up over Nevarre’s shoulder and sank his teeth into my shoulder, giving me a good shake out of my spiraling thoughts—and into my body. Reflex drove me to sink my fangs into his throat. Biting him just as hard.
He let out a window-rattling roar and sent the surge of his climax through the bonds, magnifying and transferring his pleasure to all of us.
We climaxed like dominos. Not just the Blood here in bed with me but all of them.
Even the ones on aerial guard duty. Spinning, spiraling, Leviathan shuddered and writhed in the air, coasting on his massive wings.
Lew’s gryphon shrieked and shot like a comet toward the ground. Though at the last second, his wings flipped out and he swept inches above the canopy. :A little warning would be nice next time, motherfucker.:
Still shuddering on top of us, Sekh laughed in the bond. :Our queen didn’t want anyone left out. Besides, even the motherfucking dragon won’t complain about climaxing with her, even if he crashed into the side of a mountain.:
Leviathan huffed out a stream of smoke. :I want to argue or bitch but this one time, the motherfucking general’s right.:
“I told you not to feed,” Rik grumbled.
“I didn’t,” Sekh replied, his eyes narrowing. “Her blood is untouched.”
Rik’s bond weighed heavier in my head, a sinking granite statue.
He didn’t like the general pushing the boundaries he set.
Especially when he was trying to protect my reserves.
They could argue over semantics, but the crux of his order had been to protect my blood.
Which was now spilled. Of course, I could call it back to me, but it was the fucking point.
Sekh didn’t much like anyone bossing him around, though he’d tolerate Rik’s commands simply because he was my alpha. But it wouldn’t hurt to reinforce the hierarchy a little every once in a while. Especially with the formidable stone general.
So I fucking bit him again. And again. As hard and messy as I could with Nevarre between us.
Making Sekh roar again, twitching, coming, numerous times.
Then I locked my mouth on the largest wound and pulled.
Hard. Sucking him down, opening my throat to take as much of his blood as possible without bothering to swallow.
The same as I’d done when he first came to me as the stone sphinx.
Reminding him of what he thought would be impossible.
I could drain him. Again. Like I’d done to heal Thierry.
Sekh convulsed on top of us, his eyes rolling back in his head. His arms twitched. He groaned. His eyes flickered, his hands scrambling against the bed. His fingers lengthened, talons sprouting from lion paws.
:Don’t tear up the bed or I’ll fucking bite you again,: I warned him.
“Heard,” he gasped out, mixed with ragged laughter. “Your Majesty.”