He closed his eyes against the heat her touch drove through him and opened his mouth to permit her entrance. When his Empress dragged her fingers across the edges of his teeth, he shuddered. Rheyn Destoiya was fire trapped inside the body of a woman. Fire that escaped during sex.
She traced one finger around the contours of his lips. “I’m proud of the way you handled yourself today, my love. I know it was difficult. I decided to reward you with a night off and some—personal attention.”
Alitus could barely breathe. Erotic heat stabbed him and made his thighs ache with desire. He shifted on the floor, putting knees wider apart. The trousers hurt—tight, restrictive. He needed out of them. Into her.
“I want…” He tried to catch his breath, panting with desire.
“What do you want, love?” Her calm manner made his lust seem all that much more out of control. “Do you want to do something to me?”
“I want to take you, slam you up against the wall and thrust my shaft into you. Pound into you until you scream with pleasure.”
Her mouth made an O as she shivered. “What else?”
“I want to pull out of you and kneel between your legs while I lick you. I want to feel you trembling against my mouth. I want to taste your salty sweetness. Feel you throb against my tongue.”
“Now, Alitus.” Destoiya held out her hands. “Do it now.”
With one swift movement, he lunged to his feet, picked her up and braced her against the wall.
Destoiya flung both arms around his neck and slanted her mouth over his, sucking greedily at his tongue. She wrapped her legs around him, her wild heat robbing him of breath. He staggered. Alitus freed his shaft and guided it toward her opening with one hand. He gave a quick upward thrust of his hips and sighed when she quivered around his length like living, hot, wet silk.
He groaned into her mouth and let loose his first wave of pheromones.
Destoiya rocked her hips. Her pupils widened, leaving a silver circle around black as the powerful chemicals hit her system.
“Alitus.” She tunneled her fingers through his hair. “I started creaming the moment I heard your footsteps.”
“Majesty…”
“My name.” She licked his mouth as if he were a piece of hard candy. “Say my name.” She bit into her lower lip, watching his mouth. “Say it, Alitus. I want every part of me in your mouth tonight.”
He groaned, held her steady while he rammed into her. She watched his mouth as if she were starving for him to speak.
“Rheyn.”
Destoiya grunted, rocked her hips against him and milked him with the hard grip of a velvet fist. She clutched his hair, pulled back his head so she could drag her tongue across his jaw, down along his throat. She nipped him as if she were a Kin. Human she might be, but in bed—or anywhere they had sex—his Empress was an animal.
Alitus reveled in the way she used him. As if there were no others in her bed. Ever.
She spoke the command that always drove him to the edge. “Let it go, Alitus. Give me all of you.”
He closed his eyes and let another wave of pheromones hit the air while he pushed into her. Destoiya’s climax shivered all along his shaft, sucked him harder into her, pulled at him with such strength he nearly fell.
Alitus wedged her up against the wall while he spilled into her hot sheath, headlong into bliss.
* * * *
Waking from a pleasant doze to the feel of Destoiya nibbling at the base of his throat, Alitus kept his eyes closed. He rocked his head back into the pillows. “Mmm, Rheyn.”
They’d made love for hours. Hands above him, stretched out on the bed, he remained completely still, too exhausted to do more than let her use him. Destoiya had drained his pheromones, but a good, long drink of water and a night’s sleep would restore them.
He smiled in lazy enjoyment of her attention. Small chance of that tonight.
Her mouth felt cool, her hands warm. She scratched her nails down his chest and skimmed her fingertips across his belly. His skin jumped at the tickly touch. It made him smile.
Ooh, yum! I love it when she takes her time.He spread his legs, opening himself to the warm slip of her fingers along his thigh.
“I’m glad you’re home, love.” She cupped a hand around his jaw and tilted his head toward her. “I’m going to devour you with kisses.”
Alitus moaned against her lips. Destoiya clutched a handful of his hair and held him as she stroked her tongue deeper. The taste of aged whiskey lingered on her mouth. She’d called for her best liquor tonight.
Worth it,she’d toasted, honoring him. Then she’d dribbled whiskey over the tender skin of his shaft and licked it off. It stung, but her tender attention made the pain bearable. The memory of his empress licking him stirred his cock to life. His empress.His.
She continued her rough teasing of his nipples and explored the length of his thighs.
Wait a sec.He took quick stock of where she touched him.Hair, jaw, thighs, nipples … Whoa! Too many hands. Abruptly out of the moment, he flinched.
Destoiya’s mouth was still connected with his, but her eyes were open and watching him. Beyond the dark halo of her hair moved another woman. The candlelight shone on curly red hair.
Destoiya moved back.
She’d bound him while he slept. Left hand, blue silk, right hand, red. The bonds hadn’t tightened until he’d moved. When he moved his feet, he felt the bonds at his ankles contract. He drew a quick breath, willing himself not to panic. Though every pleasure room in the palace sported bondage gear, she’d never tied him before. She must have her reasons.
Her Majesty would not hurt him. She would never hurt him.
“Alitus.” She gestured to the woman who came into view beside her. “This is Erryq. She’s going to share you with me tonight.”
“Your Majesty.” He never failed to honor her with her title around others. It seemed even more appropriate with him tied.
“You’re no slave, love, but I want you to give yourself to Erryq as if you are. I want you to obey her as you would me. Don’t fight anything she does.” She leaned down and set her mouth against his ear and licked the outer edge of it. Her warm breath made him shiver. “Trust me,” she whispered. “I’ll explain all this later.” Destoiya kissed his cheek and sat back. “Do you understand?”
He would trust her even if she never explained. The candlelight made it difficult to see detail, but her eyes had a haunted look. Pleading with him. Whatwas this woman to Destoiya, that his submission meant so much?
He smiled. “I’m yours always, Your Majesty.” He put all the awe and respect he felt for her in his voice. “Please, use me in whatever way you desire.” The pride in her returned smile reassured him he’d said the right thing.
Erryq dragged her golden-eyed gaze down him and back up, taking her time. She had heavy breasts, high and round, with brown nipples. The tips protruded as if begging to be sucked, each as big around as a stylus. He’d never had another woman. Never wanted one. But the thought of flicking his tongue across those hard, dark nipples…
Frank appreciation crossed her face. Far from making him feel cheap, that brought him fully erect. She gave his rigid cock an admiring glance and smiled into his eyes.
“Pleased to meetyou , too, Alitus.”
The heat in his cheeks rose by several degrees.
Destoiya slid a finger from the corner of his left eye down to his jaw. “He has a beautiful blush, don’t you think?”
“Mmm.” Erryq braced herself on one hand, her head next to Destoiya’s. They both regarded him with lust. “I love it when a man blushes. This one looksso damned sweet .” Her voice lowered, slowed, making her words seem the opposite of what she said.
Alitus held his breath, aroused beyond anything he’d experienced before. What would it be like, having his empressand this splendidly lush woman?
Destoiya clasped her fist around his cock, making him gasp at the sudden contact. He was tender from the hours they’d alr
eady spent playing. “Alitus is one of the finest lovers I’ve ever had.”
“High praise, coming from you.” Erryq rested her head against Destoiya’s shoulder. “Your sweet blond darling is blushing again, Rheyn. I can hardly wait to get him inside me.”
The sight of them so close together fueled an instant fantasy. His proud empress on her back with her knees wide apart, Erryq licking and stroking her into orgasm. Him, kneeling over Rheyn while she moaned with satisfaction and sucked his cock. The vibrations of her hummed pleasure skimmed the length of his penis. The fantasy shifted ‘til it was him alone with her. Only her. Only Rheyn and her wicked, sensual mouth…
The empress laughed, squeezed him a little tighter. Gaze locked with his, she rubbed her thumb across the sensitive tip, making him twitch. He sucked in a big gulp of air.
“The attraction seems to be mutual.” She glanced at Erryq, back at him. “I’ve never shared him before. He was a virgin when I got him.”
Alitus turned his head, his face flaming. Would Erryq think him unworthy?
“Then I’m his first, other than you?”
“Yes.”
“Which means he’s been trained to please you?” Erryq smiled when the empress nodded. “Oh, Rheyn! I can’t wait to ride him.”
A cry escaped from his throat. A sound of pleasure dragged right out of his soul.
In response, Erryq growled like a Kin, but she looked human. No Kin irises or fangs, yet she snarled like a cat. What was she? Was she human? Andwho was she? Destoiya only shared her stable members with those who returned political favors, but not everyone she catered to was female.
He’d dreaded the day she asked it of him. He’d become her slave after she’d saved him from imminent rape at the hands of several male Praetorian Guards. The thought of being used against his will had terrified him. Until tonight, when he woke, naked and bound before Destoiya and Erryq, unable to refuse anything they might do to him. Any way they might want to touch, lick, kiss or ride him. He shivered.
Damn! What do I do? Do I keep my eyes down?He swallowed his nervousness.
Destoiya wet her lips, eyes heavy lidded. He knew that look. It meant passion. A long, hard night lay ahead.
Hard.Alitus groaned at the images that word evoked. When she wanted him, she could always get him up. The woman was a devil. A magical, erotic, fiery devil. God, how he loved her.
He would never question his empress. He was hers to command, hers to use as she pleased. He closed his eyes, trying to control his breathing and his unruly cock, afraid of erupting like an untrained schoolboy.
He shouldn’t want another lover, ever. He was Destoiya’s. Body. Soul. Spirit. Heart. She ruled his thoughts, his dreams, his every waking moment. She was his empress, his ruler, his—
Erryq wrapped the cool fingers of one hand around his cock below Destoiya’s fist and squeezed the base.
“Oh!” Alitus bit his lips and arched his neck, legs stiffening. His ass clenched.
The two women took turns clasping his shaft. He squirmed and opened his eyes. The sensation of their grasping hands claimed his breath. He dug his heels into the bed, legs wide apart. He was past knowing, past caring. The heat in his cock and the rock-hard ache in his balls drove him beyond rational thought.
“Mmm. I love his eyes, Rheyn. They’re the darkest blue I’ve ever seen. And such thick lashes.” Erryq rubbed the back of her other hand across his cheek. “How long can he hold out before climaxing?”
“I used him for hours before you got here, but he’s rested awhile. He’s ready to shoot again.”
Alitus melted at her words, his eyes so hot he had to close them. He burned everywhere.
Erryq milked and stroked down his shaft, her hand firm against his base. Her knuckles pressed into the top of his sac with each downward thrust. “Do you want to make him come now?”
“Yes.” Destoiya squeezed and repeatedly slid her fingers up over the crown of his shaft while Erryq pulled down toward his balls.
Alitus panted, so hot he could barely breathe. Fire. He was on fire…
“He’s almost empty.” Destoiya moved on the bed to lie across it, her mouth near his shaft.
Alitus wrapped his hands around his silk bindings and held on. The cool slide of their free hands over his chest made him gasp and jerk. Once Destoiya touched him with her mouth, he’d be lost. Lost.
Pain. Pleasure. Need. Heat. Lust… The women continued to squeeze and pull his cock, unrelenting in their touch.Tight. So tight! Hot. They squeezed him so hard it hurt.Hurt so good—oh! He sucked in air.
So tired, so tired.Destoiya would never stop because he was tired. She never let him sleep through the night. She used him until he ached from her lust, yet he craved her every moment. Dreamed of her at night, fantasized about her during the day.
And tonight there were two of them to please … A roll of lust crashed over him, made him throb harder, deeper. He felt the hot trickle of a tear as it seeped down the side of his face. Destoiya always made him come until he sobbed. No matter. He’d go back for more and more until she sent him away.
“It’s all right, my angel.” Erryq rolled one of his nipples between finger and thumb and gave a firm tug. “You’re ours to enjoy, love, and we’re going to make good use of you.”
Destoiya lapped at the head of his cock and sank over him, enveloping him in wet heat. Her teeth scraped down his length while the tip of her tongue flicked against the under part of his cock.
Erryq drew Destoiya’s hair back from her face and ran one hand down his empress’s shoulder and across her back.
“Oh, Alitus.” Erryq’s honeyed voice crooned his name. “It’s so beautiful, seeing you with your cock buried in her mouth like this.”
Alitus tossed his head, panting, whimpering, unable to bear the pressure, unable to stand the pain of his empty balls trying to pump one more time. He thrashed on the bed, out of control, at their mercy, unable to forbid them anything. Destoiya gripped his hips and drew him close, took all of his shaft inside her mouth, swallowed his length, her throat every bit as tight as her pussy.
Give in, love.Erryq bent over and sucked one of his nipples into her mouth. He could hear her voice inside his head as clearly as if she spoke aloud. She rubbed the widest part of her tongue across his chest.Let yourself go. Let us have you. Let us take it all.
With a throaty scream, Alitus tossed back his head and came.
Chapter Twelve
Conqueror’s Palace, Alitus Vivaldi’s Quarters
Sumertsag 44
Tied spread-eagled on the bed, Alitus could not raise his head to drink the glass of water Rheyn Destoiya offered. He relaxed into her touch as she cradled his head with one hand and lifted it. She moved the water closer and placed the straw against his mouth.
Erryq rose from the bed and turned sideways, looking down at him through slitted eyes. Was she angry?
He closed his lips around the straw and drank. The cold water went down his throat in great, sucking gulps. After he drained the glass, Destoiya eased his head back onto the bed.
Why didn’t she untie him? It wasn’t like her to prevent him from responding. She usually craved his attention. Was it because his pheromones had drained? He could not induce calm in her without them—could he?
Alitus licked his dry lips. Depleting his pheromones induced thirst that parched his throat and made his tongue cleave to the roof of his mouth. He kept a supply of water in his suite, made sure he had plenty on hand. Without adequate water, disorientation overtook him. Effective use of his pheromones depended on body fluids remaining constant, a deadly secret he didn’t discuss and no one knew except Destoiya. She was privy to every secret of his life.
She reached for another bottle and sloshed water into the glass. “Drink all of this one, too.” Her Majesty lifted his head again. “That’s it, love. Finish it.” Her watchful, silver-eyed gaze fastened on his mouth. “Good.” She slid her hand out from behind his head. “Do you want more?”
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p; At the foot of the bed, Erryq jutted her chin forward and tilted back her head.
“Alitus?” Destoiya held up the glass.
Erryq thrust back her shoulders, brows furrowed.
Should he refuse the water? Hard to think for himself with thirst ruling him. Her Majesty wouldn’t have asked unless she thought he needed it.
“Please. Yes.”
Destoiya poured more and lifted his head again while he drank. Afterward, she sat beside him, stroking her fingers through his hair. She cupped her other hand along his cheek and leaned over him to press her lips against his.
“I treasure you, Alitus.”
“I love you.” He hadn’t meant to whisper it, but once he had, Erryq’s presence invaded like a shadow. Alitus closed his eyes and leaned against Destoiya’s hand, sinking his teeth into his lower lip to keep from asking her to release him.
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