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Their Rejected Queen

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by J.R. Thorn

It’s dangerous.

It’s thrilling.

This is what living in the moment is like.

I match his gaze as I draw in an even deeper breath, hold it, then let it out.

“Once more,” he says as he strokes himself, resulting in the band of muscle around the base of his cock swelling even more.

I do as he commands, then I open my mouth in invitation.

He curses. “You’re so fucking beautiful like that.”

Then he slides his cock in and runs his fingers over my neck, coaxing me to swallow, to relax, to take him deeper than I think I can.

My eyes water when my breath cuts off.

The band around his shaft swells, stretching my throat. I push down the panic.

My lungs already begin to complain, but I find myself handing all my trust and faith over to Godric. He groans as his cock throbs.

I need his seed.

I need his control.

I need this.

My body trembles as his sweet cum rushes down my throat, making me gag, but his knot holds me in place.

My fingers spread over the base of muscle just around my mouth as I struggle to swallow. It’s so much that it runs down the side of my mouth until I’m choking.

Godric palms the back of my neck and holds me in place, keeping me there as he gently thrusts deeper. “Drink it all, little moon. Good girl,” he praises as I force myself to swallow.

Finally, he seems finished. I’m seeing stars by the time his knot forcibly loosens, and I’m freed.

I cough, then sputter and draw in ragged gasps of air as his cum drips down my chin.

I did it.

And now the ache between my thighs is insufferable.

Godric only grins at me.

“Now… you’re ready for Ze’ev.”

CHAPTER 33

An eternity has passed by the time I’m dry, dressed, and outside. Left vibrating with need, I walk between Arwan and Godric like I’m on the way to the gallows.

These males are going to be the death of me.

“Did you have to ramp her up that much? Ze’ev is going to climb the fucking wall when he catches her scent,” Arwan says through his teeth.

That’s… exactly what I expect Ze’ev to do the moment the wind shifts.

Why do I feel like the three of them know each other better than they’ve let on?

I glance at him as I stumble, only for Godric to take my elbow and keep me steady.