No, that was me. Draining him. He slumped back to the mattress with a heavy snore, clearly fine but also unconscious.
A sound escaped my mouth I didn’t like. Broken. Scared. Hunger still crawled through my veins, a black hole demanding more, more, more.
Dörr’s arms wrapped around me, pulling me up into his arms. His wide shoulders and chest, my impenetrable fortress. His essence filled my mouth before I even realized I’d bittenhim. Inky darkness mixed with the blood in my stomach, and I growled. Like a beast. With my alpha’s throat in my mouth.
I’d already bitten him several times tonight too, though I hadn’t fed very long…
:Svar, you’re next. Myrk, hold the door as long as you can before you come to her, but don’t make our queen suffer a single moment of distress.:
:Understood,:Myrk replied in the bond.:I’ll kick the ice man out of bed to get at least one of us up for guard duty.:
Worry flickered through me but couldn’t stand against the blazing inferno of hunger. Surely it wasn’t normal for a queen to drain so many of her Blood to unconsciousness? At once? We weren’t under attack, not like with the sunfires at the cabin.
I didn’t want to drain my dark alfar to pale, thin versions of themselves again.
Then an even uglier fear sprouted.
What if I drained them all—and still needed more? Would I turn on the humans in the house? They were defenseless against me. Tears spilled from my eyes, but I couldn’t lift my mouth from Dörr’s essence.
“All will be well, my queen. You would never hurt your humans.” His thick fingers stroked my hair and back with incredible gentleness. “I guarantee I hold far more essence than the Aima hold blood, and I’m far older. We fully recovered after the sunfires. Combined with Svar and Myrk, we should be able to tide you over until the Aima wake again.”
:I don’t like it,:I whispered to him, still crying.:I’ve never felt like this. So out of control.:
He grasped my hips, lifting me up enough to slide deep inside me. Fill me up. Body. Soul. Essence. “It’s safe for you to be out of control now, my queen. It’s safe for you to need. So slake your hunger, as long as it takes.”
DÖRR
We’d jokedabout our queen subduing our dark alfar forms, but in all honesty, I was terrified to fully unleash the Darkness inside me.
Who would protect her fromme?
Though a still, small voice inside me insisted my beast was exactly what she needed most right now.
Please, goddess below, don’t let me harm her. I would rather return to the endless sleep until Ragnarök than harm a single hair on her head.
It might be risky, but I would be at my full power if I transformed. The bigger body would have more black blood to give her, closer to the Darkness from which I’d crawled. As long as I remained fully in control.
I allowed the monstrous shape to emerge from the humanoid body. The mattress sank deeper beneath my impressive weight. I kept my wings tucked tight to avoid knocking out the wall of glass and exposing her to the cold and blowing snow. Most importantly, I would keep the spikes and barbs in my cock sheathed as long as possible.
Her hands glided over my shoulders and she made another low, hungry sound sending jitters of desire down my spine, all the way to the base of my tail. She rubbed her breasts against me, smearing her skin with oily essence.
:Coat me head to toe,:she whispered in my head.
My jaws clenched for a moment, fighting to contain the beast. When we touched her in this form, we left inky handprintson her delicate body. Even the chopped strands of her hair were still charred and stained where I’d cut her free of Jörmungandr. If I contaminated her?—
:Please. I need it. I need you. All of you.:
I flattened my palms against her back and smeared her spine with my black oil. Her shoulders. Pleasure rippled through her bond. Soft purrs vibrated her lips against my throat. In her bond, I could feel the oil sinking into her skin, spreading through her veins like molten obsidian. Combined with my essence…
I filled her with Darkness. The never-ending absence of light and color and warmth. All the horrors of Hvergelmir. Her heritage as a Daughter of Hel.
She writhed against me, rubbing more of the oils into her skin. The more she took—the more oil I exuded. Black dripped from my thick alfar hide, pooling around me in the bedding. I gripped her nape and lifted her, letting her dangle in front of me like her little arctic fox. “Are you sure?”
Her eyes blazed with power. Deep, mossy green, so dark as to be almost black, glistening with the same oily sheen as my skin. Black blood dripped down her chin. She licked her lips and bared her fangs.:I’m going to bite you all over.:
I cracked my mouth open, giving her a glimpse of my shards. :Same.:
:Challenge accepted.:
