“We need your help,” Colt said, getting straight to the point.
I interrupted before he could continue. “To be fair, I need your help. I need to know if I can feed from anyone other than Colt.”
The men glanced back at their friend who was still standing by the door, and then at each other. My eyes ate them up, greedily traveling over the three of them as I thought about sinking my aching fangs into their skin.
“Anything for you, Your Highness,” Drake said, dipping once more into a quick bow.
“I don’t want you to help because you feel obligated out of rank.” I sighed.
“Blair, would you allow me to fill them in on the details? I swear on my maker’s life that they can be trusted,” Colt said as he strode toward me.
Both Drake and Gage’s eyes widened at the familiarity between their friend and myself. All I could think about was bedding him. It was like the small interlude we had shared had made me addicted to him. I craved his touch more than I craved blood, which was saying something since my hunger was gnawing at my belly.
“Blair?” Colt asked again, rousing me from my thoughts.
“Yes, sorry, go ahead,” I mumbled while I tried to stop the blush from climbing my neck and cheeks. While I got myself under control, Colt relayed everything we had learned. The other two men were shocked that my family had turned against me and that the royal family had so much inner turmoil.
“She needs to feed before you can go after the mage, right? I’m good with that, and if I have a snack before you leave, I’ll help you take on the magic-wielding asshat,” Drake said, his face contorted with anger.
I shuddered as I thought about confronting Khidell. It needed to happen. I needed the threat taken care of before I could comfortably become queen, but I didn’t want to see him again.
“You’re welcome to feed on me, too, Your Highness,” Gage said.
“Thank you both,” I whispered, dipping my head to show respect for their generosity. When I looked up, there was something passing between the three men, but I couldn’t tell what it was. My knowledge of this new culture wasn’t quite adept enough.
“Do you mind, Princess?” Drake asked as he gestured to the bed.
“Please, sit,” I said, hoping that was what he meant.
When he began to take off his shirt, I wasn’t sure how to react. People were so casual with a variety of nudity that I couldn’t tell what was scandalous anymore. I held my tongue as my eyes drank in the taut skin and muscles that flexed and released underneath. His body looked firm to the touch, and though his skin was pale, it still held an olive hue to it.
I was stalking toward him before I’d even thought about it. Without hesitation, I climbed onto his lap and kissed his neck, licking and nibbling before I sunk my fangs into the tender flesh. His blood rushed out, spicy and sweet against my tongue, while his body was strong and stable under my hands. He supported me even as I drained his blood.
When I felt hands on my back, I had to fight the urge to turn and attack. I knew that if Colt was trying to stop me, then I’d had enough from Drake. After a moment of savoring my last sip from him, I pulled away, swiping my tongue over the wound to close it before I sat back.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“More than okay, Princess,” Drake said, his eyes filled with raw desire that made me shiver with anticipation.
“I didn’t take too much?”
“I would let you drain me dry if that was what you needed,” he said resting his hands on my thighs.
I hadn’t even noticed when he’d first touched me, but now he was all I could think about. His hands were almost branding my thighs with the heat coming from his skin, while I could feel every inch of him through my sweatpants and T-shirt. How could I be so attracted to him when I’d just been craving Colt? My brain felt like it was swimming in a sea of lust as I climbed off him, even though my body was screaming at me to push him back on the bed and strip him naked.
“Gage?” Colt said from behind me while Drake scooted over on the bed with one leg crossed over the other.
I wasn’t sure why he didn’t just stand up, but then I noticed his hands were clasped over his groin. A blush flew up my cheeks as I hastily backed up. Did my bite have this effect on everyone? If so, I needed to make sure I only fed from certain people, like the three men in this room.
A vision of the four of us in bed together with me feeding from each of them while they pleasured me filled my head, and I had to turn away to hide my blush. I put a hand to my cheek and felt the heat from my embarrassment scorch my skin. Where were these thoughts coming from? I couldn’t remember ever having such vivid thoughts before I went into the black sleep. Of course, I had felt desire, but nothing like the raging need that coursed through my body now.
“Princess?” Concern laced Gage’s voice when he called out.
Colt’s face appeared before me, worry creasing his brows over his hazel eyes. “What’s wrong?”
My eyes searched his for any signs of judgement or disgust. “Nothing, I just need a minute,” I breathed. I had intended to keep a calm demeanor, but my voice was husky with lust, and when Colt’s gaze dipped to my lips, I knew he could hear it too.
“We’ll be right back,” he said over my shoulder to the other men as he took my hand and led me into the bathroom. When he shut the door behind us, I felt like I could finally take a deep breath again. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” he asked as he squatted in front of me.
“I don’t . . .” How do you explain to a man you’ve bonded with that you find his two friends equally delicious? I didn’t even want to think about what would happen if I went back in there and fed from Gage. My body felt like an explosion waiting to happen. It just needed someone to strike the match. I knew what it was like to be filled with lust, but this wasn’t that. It was something more.
Chapter Nine
Blair
I studied Colt’s face, waiting for my emotions to settle, but they didn’t. As he watched me, I became so physically aware of him that I could feel his gaze shift over my skin, pick out the greens and browns in his eyes, and even feel the air stir against me from his breath.
“You don’t what? Want more blood? I don’t believe that for a second. You don’t need to confront Khidell? I know you do. You don’t want me to touch you? I’m not sure I believe that, but if you ask me to leave you alone, I will. Talk to me, Blair. Tell me what I can do to help,” Colt said from his almost kneeling position.
Even squatting, the man was almost my height. My heart pounded in my chest as I searched for the words to tell him what I was feeling. Like a magnet, I felt drawn to him, so for a brief moment, I gave in and stopped fighting it.
I moved slowly toward him, as though in a dream. My hands reached for his shoulders and looped around his neck as I stepped into the space between his thighs and lowered my head to his. My lips brushed against his in a question. When his hands wrapped around me and his lips crushed against my own, I received my answer.
His tongue swept across my bottom lip, and I opened for him as he slowly stood and backed me against the counter with the sinks. We kissed each other as though we were each the air the other needed to breathe. It was more than lust; it was a fiery passion combined with the pent-up feelings from two feedings and almost dying.
Colt’s hands slid down my back until he grabbed my arse and pulled me flush against him for a moment before lifting me and placing me on the counter. I spread my legs and wrapped them around his hips, desperate to feel him against the part of me that craved him the most.
“Blair, Gage and Drake are waiting in the other room,” he said as he pulled away from me. Our chests both heaved and pushed us together even more. “I want the first time we lie together to be in a bed, when we are both ready, not in a bathroom just because the feedings have stirred your blood.”
“You make a good point, although part of me wishes you were a little less of a gentleman.” I laughed. It wasn’t
that I was a loose woman, but I enjoyed a physical relationship every now and then, although I knew I was lying to myself if I thought whatever it was between me and Colt was just physical.
“I promise when I take you to bed, there will be nothing gentlemanly about me,” Colt growled, and the noise went straight to my core.
“If I feed anymore, I can’t promise I won’t strip any one of you naked and take you as my lover. I would prefer it to be you, but I—” I paused, debating what to say next. “I feel like a bubble about to burst.”
“Maybe I can help with that?” he asked, and I could feel my body respond to his simple request.
“But you said . . .”
“There is more to sex than just intercourse, isn’t there?” he said with a devilish smile.
His hands slid along my thighs to grip my behind once more and pull me forward until I was on the very edge of the counter.
“Hop down,” he ordered. I did as he asked, and he continued to slide his hands along my body, making me sigh in contentment. “If you want me to stop at any point, just tell me. I will only go as far as you want.”
I nodded as he pinned my hips against his own where I could feel the long, hard length of him pressing into my belly. Small, needy noises escaped my lips as he slipped his fingers into the strange trousers I was wearing. Feeling his skin on my skin made my head roll back in pleasure. Inch by inch, he exposed me.
Once he had me naked from the waist down, his hands slid back up my legs to the apex of my thighs. It had been so long since I had been touched that I couldn’t get enough. My eyes drifted shut as I reveled in the sensation.
His fingers gently parted my slick folds, and when they slid inside, I reached out to grab something, but only succeeded in knocking the hand soap over. My eyes snapped open as Colt quietly chuckled at my awkwardness.
“Easy, Princess,” he said with a slow smile.
When his fingers twirled within me once more, I couldn’t help but let out a moan. He was magical. Each thrust felt like heaven, and when he added in the swipe of his thumb over my bud of sensation, I was lost.
My lovers had never been so giving before. It had always been about them and what letting them have me could get my family. But this? This was pure, unadulterated pleasure.
I had my head rolled back as I pinned myself up against the counter. Colt worked me with his fingers, thrusting and circling. What I didn’t expect was the sudden soft sensation of what could only be a tongue.
My eyes flew open, and when I looked down, I found that my guess had been correct. He was lapping at me like a cat at a bowl of cream.
“You can’t!” I gasped as his tongue slid over me once more.
Colt pulled back and looked at me, almost freezing in place. “What’s wrong?”
“You can’t put your face there!” I hissed.
“Why not?” His eyebrows drew down in concern.
“It’s dirty?” I said, unsure where my hesitation came from.
He grinned. “Maybe I like dirty. Does it feel good?”
I bit my lip and nodded.
“Then I’m going to keep doing it. People are a lot more open these days, and I want to bring you pleasure. Shit, Blair, I want you to come on my tongue.”
My blush raced up my cheeks. I still wasn’t quite used to people speaking so bluntly.
“Do you enjoy it?” I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.
“You taste sweet, like cake almost. Plus, you make the most exquisite noises and faces.” He grinned up at me as he licked his lips. “If you don’t want me to, I won’t, but don’t tell me to stop just because you’re worried about something.”
“Okay,” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Okay as in keep going?” he asked, raising one eyebrow.
I nodded.
His hands pushed on my inner thighs, and I spread my legs for him, giving myself to him completely. His fingers began to move inside me once more, taking up their steady rhythm. Each pulse of his hand made me wish it were his cock, but also made me grateful I’d been in the black sleep longer than expected, because this was exactly the kind of wake up I never knew I wanted.
The soft velvet of his tongue swiped over my sensitive bundle of nerves, sending pleasure pounding through my veins like lightning. He would start soft and then flex his tongue into a point so it was hard as it wiggled back and forth over my clit.
Every movement he made propelled me toward my climax. Soon, I was undulating my hips in time with his hands, riding his fingers without shame as I sought my release. I climbed higher than I thought possible, and just when I thought it would never happen, my body exploded with sensation. Every nerve ending cried out in rapture as I bucked and writhed, barely containing my screams of joy. I had never known that sex could be like this, that it could be as pleasurable for the woman as for the man.
It felt like I had just had an out-of-body experience, like my soul had floated away on a cloud of bliss, and as I sucked in great big breaths of air, it was slowly returning. I was becoming whole once more, but I would never be the same. I’d never thought an orgasm could change my life, and yet it did.
Just as the pulses stopped, Colt thrust three of his fingers back into me, making that almost circular motion he had been doing before. Faster than I had ever thought possible, I was on the edge of another orgasm. This one promised to be even bigger than the last. I wasn’t sure how long I would be able to hold on to my sanity if this was a regular occurrence for women in this new world.
“When I pinch your nipple, I want you to come. Nod if you understand.” Colt’s voice was a low growl. Apparently I didn’t respond quickly enough, because he said, “Blair? Come for me, Princess.”
His fingers withdrew and left me with just his thumb circling my clit until his tongue replaced them, thrusting in and out of me. Part of me was scandalized at what was happening, but the rest of me was drowning in pleasure.
As I bucked and fucked his face, he pinched my nipple, sending me crashing over the edge, and my whole body flexed, pulling my pussy away from him until I was curled around myself like a cat in a sunbeam. Everything was magnified. Every nerve raw to the touch. Yet I wanted more.
Finally, when I was able to open my eyes again, I found myself on the floor with Colt, curled in his arms, my body sticky with sweat. “Welcome back,” he growled.
“That was quite a trip,” I croaked back with a smile.
“I think you needed that,” he said as he brushed some hair from my face.
I nodded and sighed, still completely blissed-out from the sensations he’d given me. “How did you do that?” I asked.
“I listened to you.” He shrugged.
“I didn’t say anything.” I frowned.
“You said plenty, just not with words.”
“What about you?” I asked, suddenly worried about what he would think of me, especially when I thought of men from my time growing up. All they wanted was to get their dick wet and be on their way. The woman’s pleasure was never at the forefront of their minds. In fact, I wondered if they even knew about it.
“This was about you, Blair, not me.” His hand ran through my hair, almost putting me to sleep. “Don’t close those eyes,” he said, just as I thought about it. “We still have business to attend to.”
I felt like he’d thrown a bucket of cold water over me. “Oh, maker! I forgot about Gage and Drake. Do you think they heard us?” I whispered.
“Maybe some of it, but you were pretty quiet. I’m sure if you rinse off quickly, they will never know what happened.”
I chuckled. He was being sweet, I’d give him that, but there was no way those men out there didn’t know what had just happened in here. Besides the smell of sex, there was the sound, the amount of time we were in here, and even the fact that I’d knocked some things over. No, they knew, and now I would have to face them.
Chapter Ten
Drake
I was sure the princess didn’
t mean to ditch us, but getting a text from Colt claiming it was an emergency, only to have the two of them leave the room after she’d had her fill wasn’t cool. It wasn’t like Gage and I didn’t know what was going on in there. We’d both heard the low moans and the noise of them occasionally knocking something over drifting through the door.
When the handle turned and they emerged, I had to bite my tongue to prevent myself from making a snarky comment to the future queen. I had no idea Colt was interested in being the future queen’s consort until the moment he invited me to the princess’ bedroom. It wasn’t that I begrudged my best friend the position or title, but after that intense feeding, I had wanted to claim Blair for myself.
The jealousy coursing through me wasn’t healthy, and I squashed it down as I caught sight of the blush riding high on Blair’s cheeks. Whatever had just happened between her and Colt in the bathroom had been unexpected, and apparently exactly what she’d needed seeing as how some of the tension had left her.
“Gage, is it still okay if I feed from you?” the princess asked, her voice husky.
“Whatever you need,” the other man said. Excitement danced in his eyes like a kid on the morning of their birthday. The dark slashes of his eyebrows had climbed almost to his hairline as she moved toward him, and they pinched in confusion as she knelt in front of him, taking his wrist in her hand.
I was torn. It would have been better if she had fed from me that way, but I also wouldn’t trade her climbing me like a tree for anything. The sensation of her touch and her fangs in my neck was like a ghost on my skin as I watched her feed once more.
The stories about the royals being insatiable had to be true if she could feed from all of us and still be hungry for more. If the rumors were true, then they were what the original myths and legends were based on. Unquenchable thirst, creepy castles, the whole bit. Not to mention the consorts. There were some darker stories, though, ones that people only shared in their homes, safe from the ever-listening ears of court life. Those spoke of consorts and voracious carnal appetites that only seemed to increase when they awoke from the black sleep.
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