Sekh let out a rumbling purr that prickled my nape and sent a quiver of goose bumps down my spine. “Now it’s my turn.”
I smelled his blood first. Fur and lion and endlessly blowing sand. Then I felt the hot drip down my crack.
:Don’t hurt him,:she said.:He’s not Mehen.:
I pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Though to be clear, my queen, I wouldn’t mind being manhandled either.”
Sekh flattened his body against me, covering me in hot muscle. “There’s a difference between minding and enjoying. The dragon fucking loves getting mauled, and I’m more than obliged to deliver exactly what he wants.”
For a moment, he just lay against me, soaking me in without even trying to get inside me. He wasn’t a big man, not like Rik. In fact, he was only as tall as me, which was to say average in height and build. But he packed a wallop of aura. Energy crackled in the air around him. Command written into every cell, his stone hide impervious, his eyes Seeing all. The battle fury of three thousand sphinxes burned in his body.
But despite all his power and strength, in the end, he was still a man. A man who’d stood alone at the edge of the world for millennia, watching everyone’s lives unfold on earth. Seeing everything—but unable to touch or taste or hear. I imagined Seeing our young queen’s fear when she fled the house in Kansas City, alone and unprotected. Knowing what lay in wait for her in the world. But unable to do anything to help her. Not even give her a word of warning or advice. Never dare hoping to be here. In her bed. Sandwiched among her Blood.
His hot breath soaked into my ear. “How long can we fuck before you come, Son of Morrigan?”
My balls tightened, already on the edge. If she kept her fangs out of me, and her nailsinme, feeding, I had about half a prayer of lasting until he got all the way inside me.
I didn’t have to say a word out loud. He huffed out a lion rumbling laugh. “That’s what I fucking thought.”
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 downover 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. Hearched 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.
