My lips and tongue tingled, the taste of my queen’s desire burning in my mouth. But I only watched as she took her first two Blood of the evening. She needed me to ensure their safety with her thirst so intense. Daire was barely conscious but unharmed, so fucking glad to be back in her bed that I’d probably have to shift to the rock troll and forcibly drag him out when he was needed on guard duty. I knew exactly how I’d do it too. One hand in his hair. The other on his dick.

Amusement skated through me briefly, but I ached too much to be distracted for long. My time would come. I had no doubt. But my balls would probably be the size of watermelons before I ensured she tasted the others.

Nevarre never made a complaint as darkness closed in. None of us would. I’d never served a queen before, so I didn’t know if it was common for her to be able to drain powerful, healthy Blood, in their prime, to unconsciousness. Not just one, but several, and many of them uncommonly old and powerful in their own right.

And still not be sated.

:It’s very uncommon,: Guillaume said as he joined me, sensing her continued thirst before I needed to call him. :She’s still coming into her power, and that’s a fucking frightening thing, Rik. I’ve never seen a queen with raw power like her. Desideria and Marne Ceresa don’t even come close, though Marne’s got hundreds of years of experience in wielding her power, which makes her a formidable threat. She couldn’t stand toe-to-toe with Shara and fight raw power to raw power and win, and our queen’s still growing.:

It should have thrilled me that Shara was so strong, but I met Guillaume’s solemn, worried gaze and nodded to show my understanding of his concern. She was vulnerable. All the power in the universe couldn’t protect her if she didn’t understand how to use it. If she was tricked by another queen, she could be manipulated, entrapped by her growing power, just as the knight had been imprisoned by his honor. The more powerful she became, the harder every queen would work to tear her down in order to protect their own courts. If they all united against her… Or even just the Triune queens…

Shara couldn’t stand alone, no matter how fucking strong she was.

Guillaume had already stripped except for a single blade harness strapped to his left forearm. As he moved to the bed, he drew the blade and made a cut on his throat, giving her a generous amount of blood. She watched him, gleaming eyes locked on him, but she didn’t let Nevarre go until Guillaume planted a hand and knee on the bed. Then she attacked.

Watching, I was pretty impressed. She shoved Nevarre’s dead weight off her and rolled the knight beneath her without even grunting with effort, even though he had to outweigh her by a hundred pounds of sheer muscle. She surprised G a bit, not that he cared being beneath her, as long as she took him. She locked onto his throat first, gulping down several swallows before she even thought about anything else. Groaning against his throat, she wriggled on his abdomen, silently asking him to help her. Guillaume was too big for her to get inside her by herself, unless she was willing to let go of his throat and sit up. And that wasn’t happening anytime soon.

He clamped his hands on her hips and lifted her up into position. He tried to control his penetration, taking it nice and easy, but she’d have none of that. She jerked in his grip, working her hips until he let her sink deep with another rough, muffled cry. G leaned up, bending in toward her so she didn’t have to fight to keep her mouth over the cut. He didn’t try to move in her. I don’t think he could have. He’d filled every inch of her, stretching her in ways even I, her alpha, couldn’t do.

And yeah, that stung my ego a bit. The alpha should always have the biggest dick of the pack.

:If you were as big as G, then I couldn’t ask you to join us.:

She didn’t have to make any further requests. I knew exactly what she wanted. What she needed.

Striding to her, I tore my wrist open and dribbled blood all over her and Guillaume both. Her back. Her hair. Her buttocks and hips. Guillaume sat up, shifting her knees to an easier position on either side of him. But I didn’t jump right into the fucking yet. I’d hoped she’d wait until later to invite me to bed, because after tasting her cream, when I blew this load, I’d be done for quite awhile. Hopefully the other Blood would be able to rise quickly enough if her desire wasn’t sated.

:More.: Her bond tugged on me like a powerful ceaseless tide. :Coat me in your blood. I want to wear you. You too, G.:

Guillaume bit his wrist and let blood run down his arm, dripping off his fingers. Then he started smearing his blood on her breasts. Up her throat. Down each side. Her flanks. Her thighs. I rubbed my blood into her back, using both hands, massaging my blood into her skin. And she drank me in, her skin absorbing my blood like I was using massage oil. I’d never seen anyone feed like that before but I could feel the alpha hit in her bond. She arched her back and pushed down harder on G, grinding her clit against him, jamming his big dick so deep inside her I felt the thud in our bond. A pain that was so good she groaned and did it again and again.

Her climax rose like a dark, monstrous shape from the deepest part of the ocean. Slow, silent, but massive. Unstoppable. Devastating. She let go of G just long enough to sink her fangs into him. His back bowed and he groaned with release, spurting deep inside her. Her climax gripped him hard, working spasm after spasm out of his dick. When she finally raised her head and let go of his shoulders, Guillaume slumped back to the bed, eyes closed, but with one hell of a smile on his face, he mumbled, “Thank you, my queen.”

Then he buried his face in Nevarre’s hair and passed out.