The alpha grunted sourly. “Not with the broken arm he gave you.”
Drool streamed from my mouth, my teeth throbbing as hard as my dick. I fought the urge to retort a smart comment. Better to remain silent—and not give her a reason to step away—than get another dig into the dragon. The last thought on my mind had been injuring her, though granted, I’d bitten her a little too enthusiastically in my eagerness to taste her. She'd only been injured when they ripped her away from me.
“The arm fucking healed,” the dragon retorted. “He can’t undo putting his dick in our queen.”
She swayed, bumping my shoulder, her hand reaching out to steady herself. A red-hot branding iron on my flesh. “I decide whose dick goes where.” Then she hiccupped.
Something broke inside me, a snapped rubber band sheared by the strain of holding myself firmly in place. But I only moved slightly, shifting my shoulder to provide a wider base for her to lean against.
Knees replaced her toes as she dropped down before me. Her fingers gentle on my cheek, tipping my face up to hers.
Before she could say anything, I said, “Forgive me, Your Majesty.”
“There’s nothing to forgive.” She cupped my face in her hands. “What’s your name?”
“Sekh.”
Her brow wrinkled in a slight frown. “What’s your house name? Your lineage?”
“I was created by Sekhmet to stand guard for all time.”
Eyes like an endless night sky streaked with a million stars widened with shock. “You’re not Aima? Like us?”
Even though he wasn’t thrusting while she talked to us, the dragon’s cock pulsed inside me like a second heartbeat, adding to the clamoring need that surged inside me. Pounding, brutal, savage. Fucking feral.
I almost wished the alpha had me in a headlock again, squeezing my windpipe into oblivion. At least I couldn’t fuck this up if I passed out. I was quickly losing the ability to think in complete sentences.
Flesh. Blood. Feast. Fuck.
Not appropriate words to give her.
“Never mind.” She draped her arm around my neck. “What are you waiting for?”
15
SHARA
He might not be Aima but he moved with the same lethal, inhuman speed as my other Blood. One arm shot up, his big hand palming the back of my head. His other arm snaked around my hips, jerking me off my knees and sweeping me beneath him so fast that a squeak escaped my lips.
Panting, he froze, cradling my head so it didn’t thud against the ground.
“I’m okay,” I said aloud, both for him and Rik, who’d already started to reach for me with a formidable glower on his face.
Still in his rock troll. I blinked rapidly, trying to make my fuzzy brain work. He must still be worried about the new Blood. That’s why he was willing to let Mehen work some of the feistiness out of him. Like Rik had done to him.
Which only made another wave of heat flood my entire body. I moaned, my back arching involuntarily. I tightened my arm around Sekh’s neck and opened my thighs wide. Welcoming him in. He sank into me with a deep, shaky sigh of bliss that brought tears to my eyes.
Though his sigh quickly turned to a rough, guttural wordless sound of hunger. He wanted my body, definitely, but thirst burned in his bond, a miserable, punishing need. No fucking wonder. I drank so much from him I still wasn’t sure how he was able to function, let alone fuck.
Mehen’s forearm wrenched the other man’s throat back, pulling him away from me. Slitted green eyes glittered over Sekh’s shoulder. “The new man feeds last.”
Not a rule I’d ever given anyone. I glared up at him. “Remember what I did to you that first night.”
When I’d bitten him again and again, forcing him to climax multiple times, while Rik fucked him.
Green flickered brighter in Mehen’s eyes, and he practically chortled with glee. “Yes, my queen. Bite him a thousand times.”
“Be my guest,” Sekh said, his voice rough from the pressure of the forearm on his throat. “Even if you can’t ever feed on me again.”