Queen of Gods

by Scarlett Dawn

  “Men and boobs.” I sighed. “What is it with that?”

  “Tasty, soft,” he mumbled around my nipple in his teeth. “Pliable, fun, sensitive.”

  Arching up a little, involuntarily against the press of his mouth, he started a journey that involved licking, nipping, and sucking his way across the valley between my peaks. But as he got to the other breast, I noticed the first wasn’t left alone. The magic fingers were back, and they were working in tandem with his mouth.

  This druid with the weird magic was talented in the sex department.

  I went with it. I was here, and I was getting some. I needed some. I needed more of… Well, of this apparently.

  And the sexy play of Nial’s tongue and body over mine was pleasurable, no doubt.

  His lips and tongue started a trail to where his body was lodged between my legs. Moving down the bed, inch by inch, he made his way to my pussy and started to kiss and suck and lick the sensitive flesh that hooded my clit. The bright green of his gaze seemed to glow as he caught my eyes in his stare.

  I hadn’t realized how clear green they were, or how intense. I allowed myself to keep contact with those eyes until the dance of his tongue and lips pulled me away and made me toss my head back, rolling my eyes in pleasure.

  I arched, my shoulders pressing into the mattress. The druid knew how to work his tongue. I groaned long and heavy, his mouth grinning against my intimate flesh.

  But there was a new, soft heat on the skin of my stomach.

  Confused, I peered down.

  A warm yellow flame danced on my flesh.

  My entire being froze.

  I was on fire!

  Fire could kill me—kill the whole stronghold.

  Nial reached up, and the fire leapt into his hand as though it were a pet. It twisted, the fire…pleased with itself.

  I bared my fangs. “If you’re trying to scare me, Nial, you did a damn fine job.”

  Without moving his mouth off my pussy, he put his hand down on my stomach and let the flames dance off his palm and onto my stomach again. Laying tense beneath him, he traced a finger over my skin, creating a trail for the fire to follow. And it did. It followed him around the flesh of my stomach, up my ribs, over my pearled, excited nipples, and down to the valley of my sex.

  Nial controlled it, and its heat on my hot skin was an entirely new level of sexy.

  My body melted under the bizarre, intimate attention.

  The druid whispered, “Someone likes it.”

  I didn’t trust myself to talk, so I nodded instead.

  Nial split the flame in two, the little yellow licks of heat racing up my skin and focusing on my nipples, heating them, dancing softly on and over the taut skin.

  Shit, I was so bothered. I felt like if anything even remotely sexual happened, I would come.

  What happened was more than remotely sexual—it was delightfully so. While I lay there, trying to stay even and keep breathing, I heard a soft buzzing sound. A second later, my curiosity was satisfied when a cool, buzzing sensation tickled the entrance to my sex.

  A vibrator.

  I didn’t know where the hell it had come from, but it merrily buzzed between my legs.

  I started to squirm, a lot.

  “You like?” he asked, resting his chin on my mons.

  The slick silk from my depths glistened on his chin, and that was also wantonly delicious to me. I had to answer, but I didn’t trust my voice at that point. I had a vibrator in my pussy, a tongue on my clit, and magic fire playing with my nipples.

  Shit.

  It was the only word my brain came close to finding.

  I nodded at Nial, who immediately went back to licking me to the heights of orgasm.

  Come I did, this time, not holding back my scream of pleasure. It echoed off the walls, and I was shocked to hear the heights of pleasure in my own voice. The climax didn’t just disappear this time either. Slowly, Nial coaxed more of it out of me and had my body shaking and sweaty in the throes of delight.

  He was above me a moment later, and I hadn’t even realized he’d moved.

  The big blunt head of his cock waited at my entrance.

  When he leaned down, his breath tickled my neck. “You have such a fine, fine cunny to bury my cock in.”

  “Do it,” I whispered, trailing my sharp nails over his chest and finding his own peaked nipples. I pinched, and he gasped, shoving into the depth of my sex. He found the end of me, and my body shivered in the not quite pain of him as he seated himself fully into my depths. “Damn, you feel good.”

  The man needed a compliment, right?

  I think he did. It seemed warranted for the time.

  “I hate you so much, Gwen.” Pulling himself back out and thrusting back in, he crushed my breasts as the heat of the little flame disappeared. “I hate what you are. And I especially hate your pussy because it’s fucking perfect.”

  I almost laughed.

  I guess the gifted compliment was well-timed.

  “Shut up, Nial. I’m here for you to fuck me, not make conversation.” I reached up behind me and grabbed the bars of his brass headboard. “I hate you too—so just take what you need, and give me what I’m here for.”

  Wrapping his elbows under my legs, he pushed my legs back and up and opened my sex like a flower. Cooled air flowed over me, helped by Nial’s magic, and heightened the contact of his hot skin slapping and plunging into me.

  His cock glided over my clit at this angle—and I was glad for that. I was busy playing with his nipples and getting little purrs and moans out of him as I did. He was rewarded with my bellows and shouts as he continued to try to thrust himself deeper and deeper.

  Hell, it did feel so good. His delightful erection sawed in and out, in and out of my entrance. His dark skin glistened with a sheen of sex sweat and was magnificent above me.

  He closed his glorious eyes and his strokes shortened, harder. I twisted and pulled on his nipple, scraping my nails along his chest this time. Popping his eyes open, his gaze bore into mine, burning me with the lust and desire in the bright, green, fiery depths.

  “So wet, so hot,” he managed to grunt. “How does a tiny little thing like you manage to take so much of my cock?”

  I grinned, and with a push, rolled us so I was on top of him. It was time for me to dominate him and finish this.

  I dropped down hard, my head dropping back. “Oh, fuck! That’s deep!”

  He had no answer except a long, guttural moan.

  Also, I didn’t care about any inhibitions at that moment. I was taking my climax out of his cock. I started rocking myself over him, sliding his shaft against my clit as it left and returned to my depths.

  I dropped myself hard on his cock, over and over.

  I squeezed the muscles that caressed him, holding him tight inside my pussy. I panted, “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come.”

  Hands found my bouncing breasts, my tight, excited nipples. Erotic sensation passed through me from his calloused hands. I was driving us both to the brink as fast and as hard as I could.

  “Keep going, Gwen. God, that pussy’s so tight.” He grabbed my hips, shoving his own up against me hard. Again and again. “So damn good. So damn good.”

  I squeezed him as I bobbed up and down on his shaft.

  He grunted the whole time, each time.

  “I’m coming!” There was no stopping it as I shoved him deep inside again. With an unexpected brush of his finger over my clit, I flew.

  The climax took me hard, and I snapped my eyes open, catching his gaze at the moment his own orgasm took hold and rushed his cum up into my cunt.

  My body shook as I landed hard on his chest, my breathing labored. My eyelids fluttered as reality settled down onto my shoulders. I had done it.

  And it hadn’t been terrible…not at all.

  Shit.

  Maybe I wasn’t cut out for this.

  * * *

  He was snoring next to me.

  I stared at
the ceiling, wide awake and naked.

  It felt…good.

  Warm. Almost…cozy.

  How much of that was the Blood Rite, how much of it was me, and how much of it was the insufferable asshole who had fucked me—I didn’t know.

  And the damn overlord. The man had fucking winked at me, as if he were proud of my actions. Proud to see me slipping into another man’s room for devious purposes—because he damn well knew what I was doing. I had thought… What the hell had I thought?

  That the overlord and I had a special connection?

  Fuck me.

  I was screwed in the head for even thinking that.

  Sitting up, I swung my legs off the bed. I caught a glimpse of my reflection in a mirror. I still had on the stupid makeup, now smeared and gruesome. I wanted to laugh, but I had to stay quiet. I extracted the shift from the golden, weird magic on the floor and dropped it over my head, grabbing the rest of my clothes and carrying them. Trying to get dressed in the freezing, clinging mist snaking up my legs was not appealing.

  There was no way I could stay here and roll in for the Challenge from his room. No way. Some of them already wanted to pair me with him, and I didn’t need to encourage that.

  Naked under my shift, I walked out of his not-nearly-as-dark room into the hallway and made my way back to my apartments through the dozens of drunken bodies in the corridors, sleeping, fucking, giggling—all hung over or still partying from the Blood Rite.

  I closed the door to my room and sat on the edge of my bed. The sheer lust and fulfillment the druid had given me passed through my mind again. I flopped back.

  Different ceiling. Same thoughts.

  Oh, to hell with that.

  I rolled out of bed almost immediately and took a long, hot shower, erasing the druid’s smell from my skin and scrubbing off my makeup. A cup of hot tea would be nice right now. It would—hopefully—go a long way to soothing my runaway thoughts about opposing men.

  Once patted down with a plush towel, I dressed quickly in a pair of black, fleece pajama pants and an oversized black sweater, and then proceeded to slink through the royal corridors. My nose wrinkled, noticing all the guards outside the different overlords’ bedroom doors. They pretended to ignore me, so I pretended to ignore them.

  I started pulling my wet hair up into a ponytail and stepped into the shared private kitchen. A long sigh flew past my lips as my gaze ran over the two individuals inside the room. Apparently, the kitchen was never empty in the late hours. My muscles tensed, waiting to get harassed yet again.

  Their kitchen from Hell. It wasn’t the place to be.

  Lord Xenon glanced up from the white, round table where he sat. He sipped on what smelled like coffee from a red porcelain mug. His gaze traveled over my features while he drank. He watched as I finished yanking my hair into a ponytail, then he set his cup down gently on the table. With a wave of his hand toward the counter, he stated simply, “There’s coffee brewed already.”

  My shoulders sagged, relaxing.

  There would be no fighting tonight.

  Cato snorted, also perusing my features. He placed his cell phone down on the table and tapped his fingers on the hardwood. “I don’t believe coffee is what she needs right now. There are tea and whiskey on the lower shelves.”

  I must look as wonderful as I felt if my long lost asshole of a father could read my expression that plainly.

  I didn’t even bother disagreeing.

  I merely searched the bottom shelves until I did, indeed, find a bottle of whiskey and tea bags. I set about boiling water and then dropped a tea bag inside a mug with the scalding water. Then I rested with my forehead on one of the white cabinets, my back to the two overlords, and stared…stared…stared at the black speckled counter as if it had all the answers I searched for.

  Maybe if I stared long enough, I’d figure this out.

  A voice, a voice I knew too intimately, asked gently at my ear, “Are you hogging the whiskey?”

  I screamed, jumping in place, like a damn child waking from a nightmare. I twisted in a blur, my hands gripping the counter behind me, my knuckles white. My chest heaved in enormous, labored breaths, pumping up and down as I stared at the new overlord who had joined the “party” in the kitchen. Eyes wide on my face, my cheeks paled under the blue and direct regard staring right into my soul.

  From his perch at the table, Lord Xenon groaned and rubbed his temples. His voice was dry and not amused. “It’s too late for screaming. Please don’t startle her again.”

  Lord Belshazzar took a step closer to me, our bare toes almost touching. An even tone flowed past his lips, even while his gaze held mine without mercy. “Scared, not startled.” His head cocked, his long, black hair slipping over his naked shoulder, the man barely dressed in only black dress slacks. “Did I catch you deep in thought about something?”

  I swallowed. Or tried.

  My fist flew up in front of my mouth as I coughed through my attempt to wet my dry throat. I peeked at him from under my lashes.

  Caught glancing at him, his remarkable gaze never left mine.

  I rubbed my forehead while we eyed one another. He was not a man I wanted to see tonight, a man who was plaguing my whacked thoughts.

  In the end, I threw my shoulders back, finding my backbone—finally. I grumbled, “Yes, you did.”

  His head was still cocked. He asked plainly, “I’m intrigued. What was it about?”

  I ground my teeth together, not pleased with his line of questioning. He knew damn well what was upsetting me—some of it, anyway. But I kept my answer smooth. “I found pleasure tonight with someone, and that wasn’t the plan. I actually had…fun.”

  “Ah.” Lord Belshazzar took a step back and crossed his arms. A tiny smile began to flirt with his lips. “Just to be clear, you’re only talking about sex, correct?”

  I nodded.

  Now I was curious what he would say.

  He was older.

  He had more experience than I had.

  The overlord shrugged his right shoulder, his arms still crossed over his perfect chest. “Would it have been easier if your partner was bad in bed?”

  My mouth opened. Then snapped shut.

  My black brows puckered. “No. That would have been terrible.”

  “And you expected it to be terrible?”

  “Yes.”

  His eyes flared red for a beat, then turned normal once more, unseen by the other overlords. Pleasure flittered over his features at my answer but swiftly disappeared, hidden behind his normal persona. He chuckled quietly under his breath. “Then you—”

  Cato, the unwanted, cut him off, leaning on an elbow, grouching, “Why the hell would you have sex with someone if you thought it would be terrible?”

  I instantly held up a stopping hand in his direction, not even glancing at him. I kept my eyes on the overlord in front of me. “Please continue.”

  “I was saying that you got off easy.”

  I blinked in instant confusion. “Huh?”

  Lord Belshazzar unfolded his arms. He pointed at himself, then jerked his left thumb over his shoulder to the other overlords. “Do you know how many times we’ve had horrible sex with someone? Just so we would benefit in some way in the long run? Too many times to count, that’s how many. It’s part of the life we lead—its many deceptions as a leader—and your partner or partners will know that. Or they should if they’re halfway intelligent. What is best for me? What is best for the crown? What is best for our people? If you actually had good, fun sex, then you got off easy. If you’re not mated, hardly any sexual acts are for pleasure alone once you become a ruler.”

  Lord Xenon’s eyes glazed over, quiet in his response. “He speaks the truth. There have been…,” he visibly shuddered, “…well, be thankful if it was pleasant.”

  Even my asshole father sat back, peering off into the distance. “Be very, very thankful.”

  I almost gagged, quickly turning my head away from my father and his
sexual memories. “Okay. Okay. I get it.”

  But he didn’t stop talking!

  “No, listen, my sweetling—”

  “I’m not your anything,” I spat.

  “You see, my sweetling, Lord Belshazzar forgot to mention the most important part.”

  My nostrils flared.

  Though, I waited. Silent.

  Cato continued, “The most important part to remember in sexual intrigues is to never let your heart get involved.”

  Gradually, I turned back around to my tea and scratched at my cheek in thought. Curious advice.

  I lifted the little string on the tea bag and pulled it free of my mug. My tea should be ready by now. I tossed the tea bag in the trash, firmly ignoring the extending silence—and a specific overlord who hadn’t moved from directly behind me, his heated stare blazing on the back of my head.

  I could literally feel their disappointment in me.

  Cato eventually cleared his throat, stating ever so carefully, “She has much to learn yet. Give her time. We didn’t have it all figured out either when we were candidates.”

  I sighed and glanced over my shoulder, glaring at each of them in turn. “I didn’t say I had feelings for this man.”

  Lord Belshazzar returned, “You didn’t deny it either. That’s why it really bothered you that it wasn’t terrible. You wanted it to be horrible, but it wasn’t. It was…fun.” He shook his head, rubbing his chin roughly. Then he pointed with a fast finger at the whiskey. “I have no patience for this tonight. Hurry up and pour what you want so I can have the damn bottle.”

  My forehead scrunched in revulsion. “I’m not some lovesick woman who can’t keep her feelings in check after sex—even good sex. I’ve used sex before to take down men and women. Hell, I’ve taken down a kingdom once with it. Sex is easy. I just didn’t expect to have fun, that’s all.”

  His eyes flashed red, and his response took a good long moment like he was considering each word. He finally growled, “Like I said, then you got off easy.”

  I crossed my arms and eyed him.

  Cato’s lips twitched, breaking the tension in the room. “Ignore Lord Belshazzar’s surliness. He did the same as you tonight, and, apparently, it wasn’t as pleasant as your experience.”