DÖRR
This precious lightin my darkness must never know a single moment of doubt, shame, or grief. Not as long as I still walked the earth on either side of Yggdrasil.
I was under no illusion. Dark alfar were never meant to be a queen’s Blood. While my essence hadn’t harmed her, she needed the blood Lokken and now Gunnarr carried to sustain her power, which grew with every swallow. Not with fanfare. Not burning bright like the sunfires. But with pure darkness spilledfrom Hel’s chalice, oozing through every crack and crevice. Spreading like ink dropped into a pool of water.
I rocked against her, a slow, steady ride to not disturb her feeding. A glorious torment. She arched her back, lifting into each stroke. Delicate moans of hunger and pleasure escaped her mouth. Sounds I never dreamed in a thousand years of sleep. Urging me to quicken the pace, though I never wanted this to end.
Lokken steadied her head, allowing me to thrust deeper without pushing her across his chest. I held each stroke as deep and long as possible. Heavier thuds, without quickening the pace. Giving her more of my weight on her back. Pressure. My queen loved our strength, so I gave her deep, hard thrusts, drawing more sounds from her throat. Pleasure crested in her bond, rising like a tidal wave to spill through her body. Shuddering, she bit him again and again, leaving her marks on his pale chest.
His hand slipped from the back of her head, and I realized he’d faded into oblivion. Yet her hunger still burned like a cold, killing frost. Hunger for hot, fresh, Aima blood.
I reached down her bond to the newest Blood.:Gunnarr, our queen has need of you.:
“Lokken?” Her voice trembled. “Are you alright?”
I heard heavy thuds down the stairs despite the thick, protective door. It crashed against the wall and then the polar bear launched himself onto the bed. The entire mattress quivered but the frame withstood the additional weight. Most impressive.
“Not the bear. Do you want her to only fill her mouth with fur? Lokken’s fine, my queen. He served you well. Now it’s time for Gunnarr to do the same.”
He shifted immediately—much to my regret. Because now he had vocal cords.
“Absolutely, my queen. Use me as you will. Ha, the ice man cometh hard, am I right? Like a blinding blizzard whiteout on a glacier. Knocked his ass out for sure.”
I settled back on my heels, pulling her upright with me. Gunnarr’s eyes widened, his mouth sagging with awe—thankfully silencing him for a moment. His gaze flickered down to the other man’s chest with numerous bites. Back to our queen, taking in the blood and black essence streaking her body. Then to me, though I doubted he could see her bites all over my obsidian skin.
“Fuck YEAH!” Then he flung himself toward us just as heedlessly as he’d bounded onto the bed.
Her breath oomphed out as he slammed into us, pushing me back further on my heels. Not that either of us complained while I was still buried inside her. Gripping her waist, I pulled her down while I swirled my pelvis upward. She quivered, her head falling back against me. Climax broke through her bond, her breath catching on another guttural cry of pleasure.
Gunnarr stared, eager but unsure what he might be allowed to do.
“While watching our queen climax is certainly riveting, I guarantee it’s far better when her fangs are buried in you.”
7
GUNNARR
Without hesitation, I laid myself down on my back by their knees, tossing my legs over the unconscious ice man. “Be my guest, my queen. Throat, chest, arms?—”
“You don’t have to list your anatomy.” Her alpha grumbled as he leaned them both forward. “She’ll bite you anywhere she wishes.”
“Absolutely, my queen. You can even bite my ass if you want.” My eyes flared with horror, my brain scrambling to come up with something to excuse my behavior. “Not that you would, of course. But you could. You’re the queen, obviously, and?—”
She propped her elbow on my chest, her chin in her hand so she could stare down at me. Luckily she didn’t appear to be offended, not if the light dancing in her eyes was any indication. “I can bite your ass if you want, Gunnarr. Is that where you’d like me to start?”
I lifted a trembling hand toward her cheek but then started to lower my arm back toward the bed.She just met you, you big stupid oaf?—
She reached out with her other hand and caught my fingers in hers. Then miracle of miracles, she pressed her cheek againstmy palm, clasping my hand beneath hers. “Please explain to me what tighty-whities are.”
Crimson shame flooded my face. Which unfortunately meant I started to babble. “I’m so sorry, my queen. I should have simply stayed the bear, though I thought it might be ruder to gobble down my dinner without silverware. Bears don’t have thumbs. Anyway, I tore my britches when I shifted, and I didn’t think to bring any other clothes except underwear. You always bring an extra pair of underwear, you know? I have a pack in the canoe with some spares, but I didn’t want to go so far from your side. Not after I found you, and then it was dinner time, and I was so hungry. I’m always hungry, though. Momma always said?—”
“Spare underwear? Or clothes?”
“Both, of course, but double the underwear. You never know when you might get wet, especially on the ocean. A rogue wave might catch you unaware. Or once I had a whale tip the entire boat over with a flip of her tail. I swear she was laughing the entire time.”
The alpha made another low grumble sounding like boulders grinding each other to dust. No, he definitely wished formeto be the grist grinding beneath his stone. “She hungers.”
I opened my mouth but caught myself just in time, clamping my lips together. Silently, I turned my head, offering my throat. Even though that meant I couldn’t see her lovely face any longer.
