Page 6 of Queens Will Play

“My love, I need you to trust me. Vanzir isn’t after me. The night we shared was born of fear and fight, and it was the only way I could protect myself and help him detach from a power he couldn’t break free from. But you know that he loves Aeval, and he loves his child. And she’s dealt him a painful blow.”

“Yes, I know,” Smoky murmured, pushing through the door to the bedroom. “I’ll try to keep my jealousy in check. For now, push him out of your thoughts. Tonight is ours.”

Trillian and Morio were waiting in the massive bed I’d commissioned. I liked lots of room, and with three husbands—given we all slept together—we needed room.

Smoky deposited me on the floor, and I stretched out my arms. Trillian had already dismissed my maid, and now Smoky took over, removing my clothes with his hair as the others watched. My boobs bounced free from the tight corset, and as he removed my skirt, a gentle breeze wafted through the bedroom and I shivered.

“Touch yourself,” Trillian said, as Smoky disrobed and joined them on the bed.

With all three of my men naked and waiting, I slowly reached down and began caressing myself, sliding one hand between my thighs. With the other hand, I cupped my left breast, gasping as their gazes set me afire. These three men knew every inch of my body, inside and out. They’d touched every pore, filled every crevice, taken me to heights that only existed in the world of passion that we wove together.

After a moment, Morio said, “Come here,” and I obeyed.

“Hands and knees,” Smoky said, rising in front of me. His cock was full and erect, and he reached down to stroke my face as I approached him. I formed an ‘O’ with my mouth and pursed my lips, sliding them over the head of his penis, taking his length in as far as I could as I gripped him tightly.

Morio slid beneath me, his mouth near my clit as he cupped my breasts and pushed them together snugly around his cock. I leaned my pelvis down enough for him to raise up and meet my clit with his tongue. My stomach tightened as raw hunger rippled through my body. Aching for more, I let out a cry as Smoky began to thrust into my mouth, a fierce mask of desire spreading across his face.

“Suck harder, harder,” he grunted, and I did. He filled my mouth, and I tasted the drops of pre-cum on my tongue.

At that moment, Trillian knelt behind me, driving his erect shaft into my slit. I groaned, starting to cry. The emotions of the day had taken their toll. I was on edge, every sensation heightened. Trillian grasped my waist and began to thrust as Smoky held my face.

My hunger grew as I struggled to keep focus. My body was their playground, and they were my playmates, and together we built a circle of power, formed of our lust. I rocked back against Trillian, matching his pace, aching to let go, to spiral out of my body. Desperate to let the day vanish in the swirl of passion, I pushed thought and reason from my mind as Morio began to eat me out, swirling his tongue around my clit.

I was so close, my thoughts a million miles away, but I couldn’t quite tumble over the edge. As Smoky groaned, coming in my mouth, Morio came on my breasts, and Trillian gave me one hard swat on the ass. And that was the last piece.

I gave in—letting go of the memories. As I rose out of my body, I caught sight of our auras as they mingled into a kaleidoscope of color and sensation. The final push, and I submitted, shedding myself of everything but the feel of their skin against mine.

I burst into tears, and crying, melted against the bodies of my lovers.

As we lay there, a tangle of bodies on the bed, I yawned and finally sat up, leaning back against the headboard. Smoky was on his back, arms stretched out under his head. Trillian draped his legs over mine, his skin dark against my own. Morio sat cross-legged beside us, a sly grin on his face.

“How many times have we come together in this bed?” I asked after a moment.

“Not enough—never enough,” Smoky said. “It will never be enough times, even a hundred years from now.”

I nodded, thinking that he was right. As many times as we had come together, I could never get enough of them. Each of these men brought a different form of passion and love into my life, and they all complemented one another.

“I didn’t mean to lose my temper earlier,” Smoky said. “Vanzir needs our support, not my suspicion. Why do you think Aeval did this? She has to have some ulterior motive,” he added.

“Oh, I’m pretty sure she does. I just don’t know what it is. Yet. But I intend to find out,” I said. “Nobody sends me an ultimatum, not unless they seriously underestimate me.”

I glanced over at Smoky. His skin was pale, and his eyes were frost-colored gems. The fact that I had a naked dragon and a naked fox-demon in my bed, along with one of the Dark and Charming Fae, never ceased to amaze me. My father hadn’t approved, but I had defied his wishes over Trillian. And Menolly—I had defended her against him when she was turned. Now he was dead. Even with our disagreements, I hoped Mother had been waiting for him.

Sliding out of the bed, I walked over to the hidden one-way window in my bedroom. No-one outside could tell that I even had a window, but I could see out. Now, as I stared into the darkness that blanketed our half of the world, a distant voice called to me.

The Moon Mother…Her power was waning, but my strongest connection to her—other than during the Hunt—was during her dark phases.

Come out, come out, wherever you are, she called. Walk with me and talk.

I headed for the bathroom. “Morio, can you get out my priestess robes? The Moon Mother is calling me.” I gave myself a quick sponge bath to wipe off the sex-sweat, draped myself in the gossamer peacock robe and draped my velvet cloak over my shoulders.

“Do you need us to attend you?” Smoky asked.

“Morio, would you come to stand guard?” I was already partially out of my body.

When she called, all I had to do was take one step away from this realm and I’d be out on the astral. The Keraastar diamond had strengthened my magic. I still made mistakes and had backfires, but my connection with the Moon Mother had only grown stronger. When she spoke to me, her words echoed in my head, surrounding me.

He nodded, shrugging his shirt over his head and thrusting his legs into his jeans. A moment later and he had boots on, along with his leather duster.