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Serving as Blood sometimes required delicacy with complete discretion, and other times, bluntness with perfect timing. I lived to serve my queen in all things, whether she needed pillow talk with her lovers, or a good, hard railing within an inch of her life. The trick was being so attuned to her body’s cues that I could sense when she needed an intervention before she did.

Like now. Rik gave me a subtle nod of agreement.

“You’re thinking too hard, my queen.”

Her gaze snapped to me. Naturally, I’d removed all my weapons and clothes while she conversed with her siblings, waiting for her to require my services. Smoak burned in all his dark glory along my spine, both internally and externally. His flames poured through my abdomen and erupted in a fiery erection that needed no straps or blood to maintain.

When she licked her lips, I strode closer to the bed. “Who do you want me to fuck first?”

“I’m going to be selfish and say me.” Though instead of burning with sensual heat, her eyes flickered with lingering shadow. “I need touch. After today…” She swallowed hard. “Remind me I’m still alive. All of you. Please.”

“Oh, Shara.” Mayte buried her face against her throat, her right hand stroking over her breast and down her flank in a soft, soothing glide. “Let us take care of you.”

Leonie rose up to kiss her, her hand cupping her cheek, her fingers lovingly tracing the delicate curve of her jaw. Up over her eyes and forehead. As if she could simply brush all the dark, lingering fears away.

I started at my queen’s feet. I rubbed my thumbs into her arches and the small ligaments and muscles of her soles. Hard enough she groaned, even as her body relaxed. I carefully worked each toe. The tops of her feet. Her ankles. I knelt on the bed so I could knead up her calves with a firm grip. Around her knees, front and back, lifting her legs up slightly so I could attend to the ligaments all around her joints. Her quadriceps. Long, firm pressure to fully release the muscle.

“Your hands are magic, Vivian.”

I sat back on my heels. “Then let’s roll you over so I can work my magic everywhere, my queen.”

The other two queens rose up enough so I could help Shara roll over on her stomach. Then they moved back in, using their bodies to stroke her as much as their hands and mouths. Slow, drugging touches. Tender kisses on her shoulders, forehead, elbows, hands. Each fingertip.

While her hair curled up around each of us. Holding us close. Tying us together. Silken magic wound around my forearm and waist. I didn’t want to lose the touch of her hair, so I didn’t step down off the bed, even though I could have given her a better massage. Instead, I twisted around and bent her leg up enough to rub her soles again, both hands on each foot one at a time.

I called more of Smoak’s heat into my hands so I could rub phoenix flames into her skin as I worked my thumbs into any lingering tenseness. I pressed a kiss to each sole and then worked her legs again. Though now I dragged my braids across her skin to add another sensual touch. My breath as I leaned close, shifting around to lie on my stomach between her legs as I kneaded up her hamstrings.

I filled my hands with the soft, round curves of her ass. Rubbing my thumbs deep. Pulling her cheeks apart. Opening her to my gaze. The tantalizing smell of her heat made my mouth water. But I waited, teasing her as much as myself, even as my fingers found wetness on her inner thighs. I avoided touching her intimately.

She arched her back, lifting her buttocks. Her hair tightened, tugging me close. And I broke. I buried my face in her ass and dragged my tongue deep across her seam.

Her back arched more on a deep, guttural sigh. I swirled my tongue around her tight hole and cupped her pussy in my hand. Letting her need puddle on my palm. So I could lift my head and noisily lick every drop. “Nothing compares to your taste, my queen.”

She drew her legs up enough to roll back over, arms and thighs spread on the bed. “Then feed on me. All of you. Drink me until I can’t move a muscle.”

I didn’t need a warning from Rik. No Blood would feed on their queen to the point of her incapacitation without ensuring she received above and beyond in return. Though the idea of simply luxuriating in her blood and cum and pleasure as long as she could maintain consciousness was a heady lure.

She nodded, her eyes flaring. “Do it. Please. That’s exactly what I need.”

SHARA

I didn’t want to think. I only wanted to feel. Mouths. Hands. Tongues. Fingers. Soft skin against mine.

Rising to her knees beside me, Leonie lifted my wrist to her mouth, while Mayte nuzzled my throat. Her tongue stroked up and down my neck, heating my skin. The tips of her fangs scraping. Teasing. Until she finally sank deep. Silken hair brushed over me like angel wings, which reminded me of the promise I’d made Mayte earlier. I could at least manage that, even if they were melting my brain into mush.

I sent a curtain of my hair to wrap around her shoulders, enfolding her like a raven wing curled around her. I pulled my arm in closer so I could slide my palm between us and cup her pussy while she fed on me. Careful with my nails, but I wanted to feel her heat. Her desire flooded my fingers, like I filled Vivian’s palm. Now her mouth as my Blood settled in to feast between my thighs.

Leonie lifted her lips from her bite. Blinking through the pleasurable haze already filling me, I looked up at her. “You’re not finished already, are you?”

She laughed softly and rubbed my bleeding wrist down her throat and across her breasts. “Hardly, my queen. I want your blood burning on my flesh.”

My eyelids fluttered closed, my spine bowing as Vivian stroked her tongue inside me. “Yes, please. Bite me again and again. Wear my blood like a second skin.”

Leonie sank her fangs into my wrist again, tearing the wound open more. The sharp sensation blended with pleasure, especially while I listened to their bonds. Felt their rising hunger. Their pleasure as they fed on me. Power pumped through them, lighting up their magical systems with crackling energy. She gasped as my blood dripped onto her breasts and thighs, her skin prickling and burning as liquid power set her ablaze. She dipped down to bite the upper curve of my breast, allowing me to fold my arm around her shoulders, spreading blood on her back.

Droplets slid down her spine like molten fire.

Vivian jammed her fangs into my femoral and gripped the meat of my inner thigh in her jaws to anchor her against the fountaining onslaught. My blood spurted into her mouth faster than she could swallow. More than she could physically hold. Blood coated her chin and sprayed her throat and breasts. A gory, glorious fountain. She gulped several long draws of my blood but then licked the wound closed, not wanting to waste a single drop.