With my blood dripping from my wrist, power shimmered within me. I thought of a glittering silver net scooping up my hair and pulling it close. Lifting it up off the floor for me so it didn’t constantly drag and tug on my head.
Ahhh. So much better. It might be a trivial, frivolous use of my power, but my neck already felt better not carrying so much weight.
As I stepped closer to my downed dragon, Sekh watched me with heavy predator eyes. A lion lying in wait as his prey came closer. I paused near Mehen’s head, waiting for my sphinx to glide closer in a loose, slow prowl. Deeply bronzed skin. Sculpted sleek muscle. He wasn’t a massive, formidable man like my alpha, but he radiated danger.
Which was exactly why Mehen hated him so much. My dragon liked to be the most dangerous monster in any room.
He reached backward for me, wincing and letting his right arm drop back to the floor. Wrapping his left hand around my ankle, he tugged me closer. His nostrils flared, his eyes burning with thirst.
Like Sekh had done to me, I held my bleeding wrist out to drip on Mehen’s face. Thrashing as if I’d thrown acid on him, he groaned and licked his lips. Opening his mouth wider, he silently begged for more. Though he loved it when I teased him too. Not that he’d fucking admit it.
Which was exactly why I took another step closer, standing over his head so he could look up at my bare pussy. Though I didn’t give him what he wanted. That’d be too easy.
“Don’t waste all that precious blood on his ugly face when you could be bleeding on my cock.”
“Shut the fuck up!” Mehen retorted.
Sekh kicked Mehen’s feet apart roughly and dropped to his knees between his legs. “Someone’s mouth is flapping far too much. Maybe I need to tear your other shoulder apart too. Or maybe I’ll just shred this dick with my teeth.”
“Be my fucking guest,” Mehen snarled. “Do whatever you fucking want to me, as long as she sits on my face. And gives me some more blood.”
Casually pumping his dick, Sekh let out an amused chuckle. “That’s an awful lot of demands coming from the dragon on his back, exposing his belly.”
Smirking, Mehen planted his feet and rolled his hips up off the floor, arching his back and swinging his dick. “I love being on the bottom of a fuck pile, as long as our queen is in the middle.”
Silently, Sekh held his hand out, fingers cupped.
But that would be too easy on him too. And I was nothing if not a fair queen to my Blood.
I stretched my arm out toward him, but rather than dripping a steady stream into his palm, I willed my blood to gush out of the small punctures like he’d ripped a hole in my aorta. My blood sprayed all over him, dripping down his face and shoulders. Coating his offered hand in way more blood than he intended.
His fingers curled, clenched into a fist, tendons straining up his forearm and neck. Hunger roared in his bond, louder than his lion. He swiped his tongue around his mouth and chin, shuddering with bliss.
Mehen fucking laughed. “Now that’s the perfect fucking pay?—”
His words rose to a howl as Sekh seized his dick in his bloody hand, giving him a hard pump and squeeze that made veins bulge in Mehen’s neck. “What were you saying, dragon?”
“Fuck you,” Mehen forced out, his voice raw.
In their bonds, I felt every drop of my blood burning on their skin. The fierce blaze of my power stirring their hunger. Maddening their beasts to a fevered pitch. Sekh had full control of his sphinx, but Mehen was a king, and he’d been trapped as a dragon for thousands of years. Creamy light green scales popped up out of his stomach as he strained to hold on to his beast.
Without me, he couldn’t control Leviathan, king of the depths, and he definitely didn’t want to lose in this challenge.
His fingers—claws—dug into my calf, his grip higher on my leg. Trying to pull me down to him—and simply to anchor himself to me.
Still licking his chops, Sekh rubbed my blood onto his own dick. A shudder rocked his shoulders, his breath catching in his throat. “I’m going to keep the rest of our queen’s blood—and her desire—for myself unless you start begging.”
“Please, Shara, my queen. Fucking drown me in your desire."
I started to drop down to my knees, and Mehen curled his arm around my waist, snagging me down way harder than I’d intended. No hovering for this dragon. Arm locked around me, he hauled me close, smothering himself. His tongue snaked inside me, his head shoving up beneath me. Fucking me, lifting his shoulders off the floor, even though I felt the pain in his shredded joint. It only added to the blistering heat searing through our bonds. Through all of us.
Moaning, I leaned forward, intending to suck my blood off his cock, but Sekh seized my jaw in his hand and locked his mouth to mine.
Filling my mouth with his blood. I didn’t even have to bite him.
Mehen’s rough groan vibrated through my pussy as Sekh thrust into him with a hard, endless shove, moving all of us on the floor. Nothing hesitant or gentle in this general.
Exactly as we wanted it.