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:Alpha, I don’t want to hurt her.:
He didn’t intend for me to hear his words to Rik, so I remained quiet, letting my alpha handle the situation as he saw fit.
:Then bleed on your dick first,: he replied bluntly.
A small jolt rocked through Vore. :That’s your only concern?: I felt the impact of his swallow all the way down my back. :You’re not afraid I might take another bite of flesh without permission?:
:Are you going to take a bite of her without permission?:
:No, alpha.:
:Our queen holds your bond. She holds your beast. I’m not concerned.: Then to me, Rik whispered, :A soft little encouraging moan might help, my queen.: Of course my very talented and well-endowed alpha made sure to nudge his impressive dick deeper at the same time.
Definitely making me moan and shift between them.
Vore’s arm whipped up to his mouth and I smelled his blood. Another moan, this one of hunger, escaped my lips. He dripped blood down my buttocks, over his erection, and then pressed his forearm to my mouth. The deep gash made by his jagged teeth filled my mouth with blood, too quickly for me to swallow it all, which only added to my hunger. His blood splattered my breasts. Rubbing and smearing against Rik’s chest. Stirring my hunger to a fevered pitch.
:If you don’t hurry and get inside me, I might drain you too much, too quickly.:
He tightened his forearm around me, pulling me back against him while he worked inside me. Rik let him do all the work, though he did shift backward to the pillows. Bending me forward, encouraging Vore to smash me against him with more of his weight.
My absolutely favorite thing in the world—wrapped up in my Blood. Front to back. Surrounded by muscle and covered in blood.
Despite not having many opportunities to explore his sexuality in the past, Vore proved to have surprising stamina. Even though I climaxed twice and nearly drained him to unconsciousness before he finally sank his teeth ever so carefully into my shoulder. A shallow bite in the meaty muscle. Not dangerous in the slightest.
Rik finished with a heave that nearly dislodged Vore off my back, but then we lay stacked on top of my alpha. Deliciously sweaty and sated. I could barely breathe—which was not a complaint in the slightest.
“Did I,” Vore panted. “Meet your. Expectations? My queen?”
I licked the torn skin on his arm, letting my saliva begin to close the jagged wound, even while I enjoyed more of his blood. “To the letter, my Blood.”
As much as I could hold.
Which was a fucking lot.
15
SHARA
After a very late brunch in bed, Nevarre helped me into a very simple yet striking white sheath dress, very similar to what I normally saw my mother wear.
“When did you have time to fly home? Though I don’t remember seeing this before.”
“I have my ways.” With a wink, he shook his head. “Though I found this particular dress here. Morrigan led me straight to it.”
I looked at myself in the mirror. Imagining my mother standing in front of this very same mirror, wearing this same outfit. Had she looked through time and space to see me standing here, wearing her dress? Victorious against House Valois? Surrounded by Blood, both mine and hers? Ours.
Goddess, I hoped so. My only regret was not being able to save them all.
I didn’t intend to give any of the sibling queens access to my throat, so I wore Desideria’s thick protective jewelry. They didn’t need to know I only rarely wore it, and every time one of them touched me to make their oaths, they’d see the legendary Triune queen’s gold keeping my vitals safe.
My palm was good enough for them.
We twisted my hair into a thick long coil wrapped in a gold chain with delicate golden sandals to match. Since this was a formal presentation, I agreed to allow a make-up artist to enhance my eyes with kohl and a touch of blue-green shadow.
Rik had fresh pants. Damn. “To be clear, I fucking loved the makeshift kilt.”
My alpha’s lips twitched into a smug grin. “I fucking know it, my queen. Though Nevarre made a trip back for a few more outfits for you, so it made sense for him to grab some of my regular clothes too.”
