I pressed my mouth over Mehen’s arm. He tucked up against me, ignoring Ezra’s arm still around me. My bear shifted Daire to suit him and thrust up into him, making them both groan with bliss. Rik fisted his big hand in Daire’s hair, giving him a hard jerk and pull before locking his mouth over his. Ezra arched up to bite Daire’s throat, so helpfully pulled into a hard arc by my alpha. Mehen sank fangs and dick into me.
Hunger ignited like wildfire. Watching my Blood love each other. Feeling that love spill over into me. I drank them in. Blood. Sex. Cum. Pain. Lust. All the delicious flavors of power threading through me.
I pulled hard on Mehen’s blood, though I wanted him to last as long as possible. So I released his arm and wriggled closer to Ezra. My lips closed over Daire’s bite and Ezra shuddered. Daire howled as the hook flared inside him. Rik swallowed those cries down, keeping Daire’s head pinned while Ezra ravaged him. Without me draining Mehen, he fucked me harder up against Ezra. Jarring my lips loose. Smearing my face in blood. Daire’s. Rik’s. Mehen’s. A feast for my senses.
Climax poured through me. Us. Even Rik. Connected by my hair. Our blood. Our pleasure.
My hair slipped out from beneath Mehen, and I rose to my knees. Head back. Hair rippling like black waves across the bed. I stretched out my arms, welcoming their bites. Their mouths on my flesh. Feeding on me.
I could stay like this forever. In my bed. Surrounded by my Blood.
Rik lifted me out from beneath the rest of my Blood, pulling me into his lap. “That can be arranged, my queen.”
22
TLACEL
It wasn’t in my nature to be demanding or aggressive—except when it came to protecting our queen’s safety. Then I’d be as rabid as my brother’s black dog or Xin’s silver wolf. I hoped she would remember my request to be bound in her hair…
But I wouldn’t remind her of it. That would be too much like me requesting something for my own enjoyment. Which it absolutely would be, of course. She had no need of a Blood who loved to be bound and helpless for her amusement.
Rik didn’t have to order us to be outside her door, ready to go. We weren’t on guard duty. Yet. So we stood ready with Guillaume and Sekh, who were always near our queen. I didn’t begrudge them their positions at her right hand. She needed their expertise far more than she would need mine.
Ezra and Daire came out together and Rik gave a mental tug in my direction. Both Itztli and I stepped into the queen’s bedchamber and began to strip.
The dragon was still on the bed with them, still feeding on her wrist. Rik held her on his lap. Her hair cascaded across thebed and down to the floor. Just the sight of all that magical black silk made my knees tremble.
“You couldn’t be more mistaken, Tlacel,” Shara said.
Startled, I jerked my gaze up to hers. “I’m sorry, my queen?”
She held her other hand out to me, and I immediately went closer to the bed, intending to drop to my knees and press her hand to my forehead.
Her hair had other ideas.
Tendrils wrapped around my ankles as soon as I came close enough for her hair to touch me. Creeping up my thighs. Sliding around my wrists. Neck. So soft yet strong, fragrant with goddess power and smoldering incense. She lifted me onto the bed with her power and tucked me against the headboard. My arms pulled tightly behind me. Bound in her hair.
Exactly as I had requested.
Close enough to see everything she did with her other Blood. Close enough to smell her desire. Cum. Blood. Watch the way her heartbeat skipped and leaped as she watched my brother stride to her, so proud and strong.
“No blade tonight?” She asked.
He dropped to his knees beside the bed. “If I may make a request, my queen…?” He waited until she nodded. “Then I’d love to see if I can endure your nails while your other Blood pleasure you.”
“That’s a simple thing to endure,” Mehen drawled with a sniff of disdain.
Itztli flashed a toothy smile at him. “Without coming until our queen tells me I may, or takes me into her body.”
The dragon’s smirk shifted to a grimace and he shook his head. “Good fucking luck.”
Itztli turned back to our queen, saying nothing. Simply gazing up at her steadily.
“If that’s what you want, absolutely, my Blood.”
“My brother inspired me.”
I quivered with surprise again. Itztli was the formidable warrior, talented with all the weapons of our people. Before we ever swore to Shara, he took on House Tocatl’s Blood singlehandedly and killed them. Even their alpha and his sire, descended from Xipe Totec, the Flayed One. Then he jumped through a blazing inferno to save me from their dying queen, who’d bound me much like this. Only instead of our queen’s flowing black hair, I’d been wrapped in sticky spider webbing. The queen’s captive prey.
