The bound one. Pulled the other one. Higher.
I didn’t know. Why?
Even the queen. The black silk of her hair loosened on the Blood’s cock, and she swung her legs off the chaise. Her thighs wrapped around them. Pulling them both into the embrace of her body. Taking the bound Blood inside her, even while the other fucked him. All without breaking their rhythm.
The white of her fangs glistened for a long, heavy heartbeat, pulsing through her bond. Anticipation surged in the other Blood.
Fisting her hands in the bound Blood’s hair, she pulled his neck to the side. Making him wait while the other Blood thrust deeper, harder, a ragged groan escaping his lips. Then she struck.
The cataclysmic blast through the bond leveled me. On my face. Twitching. Shuddering. Beneath the hammering waves of their pleasure.
She’s distracted. Incapacitated.
It’s the perfect time for the ushi-oni to surge free.
Panting, I waited. Dread. Crushing me.
Another rippling wave of pleasure rocked through the bond. I didn’t have to tip my head up to know she must have bitten the other Blood too.
Her bite alone had the power to fuck me.
And I wanted it. More than I wanted to taste her flesh again.
I wanted her teeth in me.
Shining black silk slithered toward me, a rippling vine of her hair. Though it didn’t touch me. Breathing hard, I stared at the coil of hair. Inches from my face. Beneath the thick scent of sex in the air, I could smell her scent wafting up from the tendril. Blowing desert sands, a secret pool shining beneath the full moon, sprinkled with delicate flowers.
I closed my eyes. Remembering the taste of her skin. The searing burn of her blood. So much power. But was it enough to keep me from shifting?
No one had been able to contain the ushi-oni without chains and locks.
No one had even wanted to try.
Until she’d freed me. Her first order had been to unchain me.
My heart thudded heavily as I stretched out my hand and touched her hair.
Immediately, the tendrils curled around my forearm and up my elbow. Tugging me toward her with surprising strength.
Realization dawned on me. I’d missed one very obvious fact. Now that she touched me, I could feel the magic pulsing in every strand. Her hair hummed with her power. No wonder she hadn’t feared the other Blood would damage her scalp. Her hair was merely an extension of her power. He might as well have tried to tear apart the chains binding me for centuries with his teeth.
Her hair. Bound in her hair. Her power.
No wonder he flew so high. No wonder he came so hard.
I pushed up to my hands and knees. My gaze locked on hers. Unable to look away now that I saw the infinite galaxies spinning in her eyes. A queen with more power in one strand of her hair than any queen who’d come near me before. Even my sister.
“I want.” My voice hurt my own ears, sharp and jagged edges of broken glass and nails and cutting razors. “What you gave him.”
And her hair slipped up around my throat.
59
SHARA
I wasn’t the kind of queen who liked to see my Blood on their knees, prostrating themselves for me. Vore didn’t trust himself—or me—enough to approach with his full strength, and of course, there was a slight problem preventing his walking. His legs were already quivering from his release when I bit my other Blood.
I hadn’t blasted him as hard as I could have with Sekh’s transference power, but I wanted him to feel something other than pain. I wanted to quiet the noise in his head. The screaming. Goddess, he still screamed internally, and he didn’t even realize it.