I wanted to shove them aside and make way for myself between her thighs. Unblock the view of her body laid bare by their shoulders.
A torment unlike anything I’d ever known, and I’ve known a hell of a lot of pain.
The one she’d bound with her hair leaned over her abdomen, facing the other, so they could both taste her. I didn’t understand why she’d done such a thing. When he tore his way free, it would rip her scalp and cause her unbelievable pain.
He lifted his head. His lips glistening with the queen’s juices. His pupils blown. His face red. His breathing loud. Strained.
Because she was choking him.
And he fucking loved it.
His eyes. I’d never seen anything like it. As if she’d peeled him open. Flayed him to the bone. Exposing his darkest secrets. Dragging them all out into the open. That should have been a violent thing, but his eyes were soft. Dazed. Even peaceful. As if he’d ascended to some higher plane the rest of us didn’t even know existed.
Her bond swelled inside me. A cresting wave that didn’t end or recede. Arching up against the other Bloods’ mouths, she cried out. Shaking with pleasure. And the wave exploded.
Knocking me to my knees.
I didn’t know.
I didn’t know a Blood bond would feel like this. I should never have accepted it. Too risky. Too much. Emotion. Eroding away the slight grip of control I’d managed to maintain so far despite the freedom.
So fucking dangerous. Goddess. Please. Don’t let me hurt them. Her.
The alpha had been silent while the two lesser Blood touched her, calmly brushing a section of her hair. Clearly, they were no threat to her. Not like me. :Do you want to taste our queen?:
My eyes bulged in my head. I would have recoiled backward if I were still on my feet. Had they not seen my teeth? My monster? Had I not bitten a chunk of flesh out of her arm?
Though thinking about that one single bite didn’t help. At all.
Because now I felt that piece of her inside my stomach. A sweet, yearning bellyache unlike anything I’d ever known.
My life had only ever been pain of some kind. The pain of hunger. Of being excluded. Feared. Reviled.
Agonized silence. Never allowed to speak or eat or touch another living soul. Unless I was freed for the sole purpose of slaughtering my sister’s enemies. Which I had done with great enthusiasm. I deserved the chains. I deserved the fear.
I couldn’t touch this queen. I would never be gentle like her other lovers. I would never taste the cream coating her delicate flesh—for fear I would take another bite and maim her for all time.
:I’m a monster.:
The alpha flashed a grin at me that made absolutely no sense. :She fucking loves monsters, and she loves fucking monsters.:
He, of all the Blood, should know what I was capable of. He should bar me from this room. Chain me in some dark basement corner. Leave me here, never to return. They needed to lock me up and lose the keys. He couldn’t risk letting me close enough to touch her. It’d be too late. For her, and for him.
:You think so? Try me, Vore. Test her bond. See how far you get.:
I knew exactly what I’d do. I could see it in my head.
I’d surge to my feet faster than the alpha could even blink. Break the two weaker Bloods’ necks like brittle sticks. Toss them aside for later. Sink my teeth into the delicate pink flesh still pumped up with blood from her climax. Blood and flesh and cum. Mine.
Her life. Mine.
My muscles twitched, on the verge of moving. Of leaping. Tearing. Feasting.
But I couldn’t seem to make—or allow—myself to rise.
Still on my knees.
The other two Blood shifted their attention to each other. The bound one on his knees. Staring up at his queen while the other Blood fucked him hard. The other man’s arm locked around his throat, bending him back in a straining arch against him. His genitals wrapped in her hair, tight enough the head of his cock was purple. His dark, wide eyes, flying higher, pulling the other man with him.