I tightened my thighs around him, soaking in the delicious feel of him on top of me. Burning weight, gliding muscle, so much strength bursting in his big body, yet he restrained himself, as if afraid of hurting me. Or perhaps still waiting for permission.
:As much as I love the feel of you on top of me, this is neither fast nor deep, my Blood.:
He made a strained sound that might have been laughter. “I’m trying, my queen. You make it… difficult.”
Still in his dark alfar form, Dörr’s chuckle came out more like a rumbling growl. “It’s a mighty battle every time to keep the monster at bay.”
“If you’re only interested in teasing me, then I’ll skip ahead to Gunnarr?—”
“No, no, my queen,” Lokken blurted, still chuckling. “I only meant it’s hard to restrain myself so I can give you as much pleasure as possible. I feel like a mindless rampaging beast.”
I reached back over my shoulder and stroked my palm up Dörr’s chest to his throat. “In case you didn’t notice, I love my beasts. I don’t need you to keep anything at bay.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Lokken gritted out, his shoulders corded with strain. “If I lose control, I could seriously injure you. Break your spine, crush your ribs, tear you open…”
On one hand, it was sweet of him to worry about me. But I didn’t want sweet and carefully controlled. In the beginning, when I’d first taken my Blood, sure. Sweet and careful had been wonderful. But I’d tasted their dark essence, and I’d embraced Myrk’s dark alfar form. I didn’t need careful control any longer.
I wanted wild and rough and raw. Real.
I wanted the Darkness.
MyDarkness.
Dörr rumbled in my head.:Perhaps you should show him, my queen.:
My alpha made an excellent point. I didn’t want to lose Lokken’s blazing heat and weight against me, or I’d simply turn to Dörr and slake my hunger.
For I did hunger, and not just for blood. A few days’ abstinence suddenly seemed like an eternity. I hadn’t had one ofmy Blood moving inside me for far too long. Desire hummed in my veins. The ice was lost in the blazing inferno that cranked my lust higher.
How did a vampire queen show her Blood she’d wearied of hesitant consideration? With her fangs, of course.
I’d already told Lokken I wasn’t going to bite him until he was inside me.
So I turned my head and sank my fangs into the thick, meaty muscle of Dörr’s forearm just above his elbow. A hard bite, jamming my fangs deeply without worry I’d hurt him. It wasn’t his essence I wanted, but pressure on my fangs, the feel of his flesh in my mouth. Though I swallowed the black gold filling my mouth, enjoying the thick, sweet taste of him.
Releasing his forearm, I bit him again, higher on his biceps. Arching up to get to his chest. His throat. He curled over me, sliding his other arm beneath me to support my head. Black essence dripped on my upper body from the bites, stirring my lust higher. I could feel every drop humming against my skin and running in rivulets down my throat and breasts.
“Black blood.” Lokken trailed his fingers over my upper chest, smearing the essence across my breasts. I shuddered, my hips thrusting up against him in silent demand. “May I taste it, my queen?”
“Yes.” I worked my hand between us, stroking down his belly to find his cock. He pulsed in my hand, every muscle in his body quivering at my touch. “On one condition.”
“Anything,” he ground out.
“Release your deepest, darkest desires on me.”
My words hung between us, ringing softly in the silence, broken only by the rasp of his breath.
“Don’t hold back. Don’t hide from me, Lokken. I want it all. I want you. The real you.”
6
HELAYNA
Lokken lowered his head to the splatters on my chest. A low growl rumbled through him as he licked my alpha’s dark alfar essence from my skin. Another raw sound escaped his throat. Throwing his head back, he finally sank into me on a long, smooth glide making me bite Dörr again.
Ever so slowly, Lokken hauled himself out inch by inch, making me writhe beneath him. “You said,” he panted. “You’d bite me. Once I’m inside you.”
Holding Dörr’s muscle in my mouth, I gripped my jaws harder, a silent challenge. If Lokken wanted my fangs, he’d have to make me let go first.
