Regally Bitten (Blood Alliance Book 3)

by Lexi C. Foss

  My hands froze against Silas’s chin, my heart leaping into my throat.

  Silas didn’t appear surprised at all. Either he’d sensed the alpha’s arrival or he didn’t care. I couldn’t tell. But probably the former.

  I hadn’t heard or scented Edon’s approach, something I attributed to his stealthy alpha ways and the fact that his cologne was a permanent fixture inside his house.

  He stepped into the entryway to lean against the door frame. “Well, Luna? Tell us about his talent. Or would you prefer my summary? I did watch it all unfold, after all.”

  “Edon…” My throat resembled sandpaper, his name rough on the air. No amount of swallowing or coughing would clear it, the sensation latching on and refusing to let go. And all the while, he stood there with an eyebrow arched, his expression otherwise unreadable, as he no doubt smelled the arousal permeating the small room.

  I couldn’t hide it.

  And neither could Silas.

  “I was just cutting his hair,” I said, explaining our proximity. I set the blade down, nearly finished anyway. “He looked like a shaggy dog.”

  “A shaggy dog with a talented tongue,” Edon returned, evidently not letting that part go. “Which isn’t at all what I asked about, little mate. I want to hear about what you did then and how he made you feel. If you’re really descriptive, maybe I’ll allow him to do it again, something I know you’re both craving. Right, Silas?”

  Silas didn’t appear nearly as rattled as me, his gaze meeting the fuming alpha’s without even blinking. “Yes.”

  His lack of a denial shocked the hell out of me.

  As did the growl in his chest while he stared Edon down.

  “Mmm,” the alpha murmured. “Your turn, Luna. Tell me how it felt. Tell me if you want to experience it again.” He didn’t break his focus from Silas as he spoke, but his tone resembled a demand, not a request.

  I couldn’t speak, the violent intensity in the room too thick for me to form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence. The palpable energy raised the hairs along the back of my neck and tightened my belly. Something was happening, a war of dominance, a claim, but I couldn’t define the prize.

  It wasn’t me, exactly. But it revolved around me, tantalizing my every nerve and lighting my bloodstream on fire.

  You’re stronger than this, I whispered to myself. Don’t let him dominate you.

  Except that wasn’t my problem at all. I could stand up to Edon every day of the week. But right now?

  Yeah, right now, I didn’t want to defy him.

  And that was a very telling problem.

  “I don’t think she wants a repeat performance, Silas,” Edon said slowly, his eyes narrowing. “But I know you do. So what should we do about that?”

  He pushed off the doorjamb to join us in the small space. It was a decent-sized guest bath with a full tub and double sinks, but two virile males and little old me made for quite the crowded area.

  I took a step back, hoping to put some distance between us, but Silas’s palms landed on my hips and held me in place over his thigh. He hadn’t stopped looking at Edon, the two of them seeming to communicate on an entirely different level.

  The sire bond, I realized, swallowing. I’d never actually witnessed a proper one before. My father inherited a winner from the Immortal Cup when I was a little girl. I never met her because the woman didn’t survive her turning.

  But Silas had more than survived his own.

  “Hmm, still so quiet,” Edon mused. “I suppose we can rely on your body to tell us what you want, little mate.” He moved even closer, placing his bare chest a hairsbreadth away from my arm and effectively trapping me between him and Silas.

  I felt captured.

  Overwhelmed.

  And really fucking hot.

  Both males exuded heat like it was their job, and I seemed to be absorbing it through every pore. I nearly panted in response, my body on fire beneath Silas’s hands. His thumbs were drawing little circles against the shirt, as if to provide a semblance of calm.

  It did nothing to slow my racing heart.

  Or to quell to the growing need slicking my thighs.

  They can smell it.

  They knew.

  And Edon’s grin confirmed it.

  “I want to know how wet she is,” he murmured. “Silas?”

  The warmth on my hip shifted south as Silas drew his touch down my thigh and then upward beneath the shirt. His blue eyes slid to mine as he slipped a finger through my damp folds. I shuddered, my hands going to his shoulders to keep myself upright.

  This was all so unexpected. So insane. And so undeniably arousing.

  Why was Edon okay with this?

  How could he allow another male—his own progeny—to touch me this way?

  Was it all a ploy? Would he turn on us in the next moment? Punish Silas for touching me? Punish me for allowing it? What—

  Oh, fuck… That little brush against my clit nearly had my knees buckling.

  “She’s practically weeping,” Silas replied, his voice low and steady and grounding me in the moment. Only to be derailed by two of his fingers penetrating me deep without warning.

  I moaned, my nails biting into his bare skin.

  Again, I nearly demanded.

  And as if he heard me, he repeated the action.

  “She smells fucking amazing.” Edon’s voice was so close, drawing me back to them both, confusing my senses, and sending waves of hot and cold shocks up and down my body. “I want to taste her.”

  Silas withdrew his touch, eliciting a whimper from my throat.

  And then he lifted his hand for Edon.

  My lips parted as Edon took Silas’s fingers into his mouth—deep—and sucked my arousal right off the other man’s skin.

  Oh.

  My.

  God.

  That had to be the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

  And the groan they both released?

  Holy fuck. I squeezed my legs, seeking friction, only to be thwarted by Silas’s muscular thigh.

  “Delicious,” Edon murmured.

  “I know,” Silas agreed, his blue eyes inflamed with need as he studied my expression. “She screams beautifully, too.”

  This was surreal.

  Two males and me in a bathroom filled with testosterone and need.

  “Kiss her for me, Silas,” Edon whispered. “Fuck her mouth with your tongue.”

  Silas grinned. “Gladly.”

  I wasn’t given time to agree.

  Wasn’t given time to even comprehend.

  Silas’s fingers were already in my hair, pulling me to him with a ferocity that left me no choice but to obey.

  And I melted into him.

  Because that tongue was so fucking wicked. The man excelled in kissing. I already knew this from my first experience, but this time blew my mind all over again. The way he nibbled my lower lip, the way he took charge, the way he tugged on my hair to angle my head to where he desired me most.

  I moaned, the sound one I couldn’t swallow even if I tried.

  And then I felt Edon behind me.

  His warmth a brand against my back as he drew his fingers lightly down my sides to the hem of my shirt. I shivered as he began to lift it, exposing my body to them both inch by inch.

  Silas released me, allowing Edon to tug the fabric over my head, and then his mouth was back on mine again. The movements so seamless I knew they were communicating mentally, but I couldn’t bring myself to feel left out. Not when Edon dropped a kiss to my shoulder, then on the back of my neck, while Silas owned my lips.

  I’m going to die, I thought. And I’m okay with that if this is how I go out.

  Because holy wow, this was the most intense experience of my very short life.

  Two hot, dominant males touching, stroking, licking, and nipping.

  And then I was kissing Edon.

  It all happened so quickly, his fingers replacing Silas’s to tug my head back toward him. My neck
protested the sharp shift, but my body wept in gratitude, especially as Silas began to lick a path down my breasts.

  Oh…

  He pulled my nipple into his mouth, igniting my bloodstream with another heady flood of lust. I needed more. I needed him to go lower. I needed friction.

  A plea broke from my lips, one Edon swallowed before dominating me with his mouth.

  So much harsher than Silas.

  The hint of violence in Edon’s kiss blended with the soft nibbles against my breasts, the light strokes along my thighs.

  Edon was definitely the alpha.

  But Silas… he held his own. Those nips against my skin as he kissed along my chest weren’t kind; they were markings of his own.

  I shivered, overheated, overstimulated, overwhelmed, by them both.

  Until Edon released me.

  His mouth hovering over mine.

  His grip tight in my hair.

  “I know Silas can suck cock, but can you?” Edon’s words were a whisper against my lips, and they shook me to my core.

  He couldn’t mean…? When he mentioned receiving the best head of his life, he wasn’t talking about…?

  I blinked several times.

  And Edon smiled in response. “You enjoyed his oral ministrations so much that I decided to try them for myself. He’s quite skilled.” He canted his head, those obsidian pools holding so many secrets—including the one he’d just given me. “I want to see you on your knees, Luna. I want to watch you please Silas as he pleased me. Will you kneel for us, little mate? Will you take his cock between those beautiful lips and swallow his seed?”

  Oh, fuck…

  Just the notion of the two of them together had me nearly coming on the spot. And the idea that Edon wanted to watch me suck Silas off?

  Dear God Almighty.

  Silas swirled his tongue against my nipple, drawing my focus to where he gazed up at me from my breasts. Yearning tinged with understanding in his beautiful eyes.

  We both knew Edon was the one in charge.

  We were both at his mercy.

  But that wouldn’t stop us from enjoying the alpha’s demands.

  “Luna?” Edon whispered, his lips brushing my ear. “You enjoyed his tongue between your thighs, didn’t you?”

  I nodded, my voice still nonexistent despite all the moans that seemed to be leaving my mouth.

  “Don’t you want to taste him? To feel him come down your pretty little throat?”

  My legs tensed, another groan working its way past my lips.

  Silas leaned back away from my chest in response, one blond eyebrow arching. “Now’s your chance to prove you’re more than fine, little moon.”

  I couldn’t believe this was happening.

  That Edon seemed to be okay with it.

  But of course he was. He’d just admitted that Silas had sucked him off the other day. And while I would have killed Bianca for admitting such a thing, the image of Silas going down on Edon provoked a completely different response from me. Still lethal, still violent, but in an entirely erotic kind of way.

  My only regret was not having been there to fucking watch.

  Because these two together? They would set the bedroom on fucking fire.

  I knew because the entire bathroom felt as if it’d gone up in flames.

  My hands met Silas’s chest, his hard muscles flexing beneath my palms. I’d never gone down on a male—my chastity something my father required these last twenty-two years of my life—but I knew the general idea of how to perform the act.

  And something told me Silas would be a hell of a lot more patient than Edon.

  As if sensing my thought, Edon nipped the pulse of my neck, then laved the tender skin with his tongue. “Such a good little mate,” he praised. “Mmm, I just may reward you. If you please us enough.”

  His words should have pissed me off, but instead they provided the opposite impact. I took them as a challenge. I wanted to blow both their minds not to earn a reward but to earn their mutual respect.

  I was an alpha female for a reason.

  I didn’t bend over and take it.

  I fought.

  And I won.

  My fingers traced the lines of Silas’s rigid abdomen as I went to my knees before him. The look in his eyes encouraged me to proceed, telling me without words that he wanted this, too. I allowed him to see the alpha inside me, the wolf who was about to destroy his world in the best way.

  Arousal deepened his gaze to an oceanic blue. “Keep looking at me like that, Luna. And don’t stop. Not even when I hit the back of your throat.”

  That wouldn’t be a problem.

  Because I wanted to watch him fall apart, to gain the upper hand, and to dominate him.

  The curl of his lips said he knew it, too. And what’s more, he approved.

  “Now, little mate,” Edon said, applying pressure to my shoulders. “Taste him. Suck him. Fuck him with that pretty mouth. And swallow.”

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  Silas

  Don’t hurt her, Edon warned.

  I met his burning gaze. Says the male forcing her to suck me off.

  Does she look forced to you? he asked, a taunting note to his words. You can smell her arousal as well as I can. She wants this.

  She wants to eat me alive, I replied, noting the challenge in her eyes. Topping from the bottom.

  An alpha female through and through, he agreed, running his fingers through her hair.

  I swallowed as Luna slowly drew my zipper down, her body perfectly positioned between my sprawled legs. She licked her lips, her expression hungry, and tugged down my jeans. My dick sprung forward, eager to meet her mouth. She wasted no time, her tongue memorizing my shaft in a way that had my balls aching for another stroke, another taste, another lick.

  “Fuck,” I breathed, my head falling back on a wave of euphoria. Luna put all my previous experience to shame, and she’d barely even started. It helped that I actually desired this.

  My courses at the university were all forced. Rae typically volunteered to be my partner, mostly because she knew I’d go easy on her. Unlike in my male-on-male studies, which tended to be a bit more violent.

  And still had nothing on Edon.

  Lust pooled in his obsidian depths, his cheeks flushing as he watched Luna move her mouth up and down over my cock. Her eyes were all mine, her focus on my face incredibly alluring as she fought to take even more of me into her throat.

  I was gone to her and her ministrations, unable to focus on anything else.

  Until Edon’s mouth settled over mine.

  He’d moved so silently, so quickly, that I hadn’t sensed him coming for me until he thrust his tongue between my lips.

  My muscles tightened.

  My hands curling into fists.

  I didn’t know what to do beneath all the sensations. Fire burned deep inside me, stirring a maelstrom in my groin that hardened my dick even more. It almost hurt. I could barely breathe, my brain fracturing beneath the onslaught.

  Mmm, I can feel your pleasure through our sire bond, Edon whispered in my thoughts. It’s making me so fucking hard.

  One of his hands cupped the back of my neck while the other remained on Luna’s head, urging her to go deeper. Always in charge. Always dominant. And at the moment, I didn’t care. I would do whatever he wanted so long as this didn’t stop.

  My spine tingled, my thighs flexing, just the thought of him demanding that Luna release me leaving me cold and restless.

  What if that was the purpose?

  What if—

  Shh, he murmured, cutting off my concerns. I wouldn’t dream of allowing this to end too soon.

  Why are you doing this? I asked, my body strung tight as a bow ready to release.

  “Because I can,” he growled against my mouth. “Because I want to. Because I enjoy seeing Luna down on her knees.” He glanced at her, his cheek brushing mine. “Look at her, Silas. Look how beautiful she is with your cock in her mouth.”

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p; I shuddered, his words, coupled with the sight, nearly undoing me. Her pupils were blown wide, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

  “Did you enjoy watching me kiss him, little mate?” Edon continued, his voice low. He stroked his fingers through her hair, his opposite palm still against the back of my neck.

  She swallowed around my shaft, sending a jolt of electricity through my veins. And then she moaned in approval—a moan I rivaled with my own groan. The intensity of her mouth and Edon’s warm tones heightened my senses, destroying my ability to move, to think, to inhale, to be.

  Molten energy caressed my veins, rocking me to the core of my existence. Luna’s little noises didn’t help, nor did her slight gags as she took me too far. But she didn’t stop. If anything, it urged her onward, and all the while, she held my gaze, that look in her eyes enough to demolish a saint’s resolve.

  I cupped her jaw, my fingers grazing the side of her head near Edon’s palm. He brushed the tips of my blunt nails, the touch sending a shock through my system.

  This was an experience I never could have anticipated.

  Two alpha lycans, both watching me with predatory gleams.

  Luna hungry for my cum.

  Edon desiring my submission.

  I couldn’t resist the pull, couldn’t back down from the way they made me feel.

  “I’m close.” My voice was hoarse.

  “Good,” Edon whispered. Between Luna’s mouth and Edon’s lips brushing my ear, I could hardly see straight. “Come for us, Silas. Come hard.”

  “Fuck.” The demand shoved me off the cliff, my orgasm a harsh assault that jolted me from my head to my toes. I nearly fell, but Edon was there, his hard body cradling my back, his hands on my shoulders.

  And Luna.

  Fuck, Luna.

  She stared up at me with such heat, such vigor, as she accepted my seed down her pretty little throat. Every. Single. Drop. And her greedy mouth sucked for more, her fingers digging into my thighs.

  I quivered, my pulse racing, my vision coming in and out as I panted between them.

  Edon massaged my tensing muscles, his hands a brand against my bare skin. And then he gripped my chin, forced my head back, and took my mouth once more.

  His snarl shook my very spirit, the possession in that sound one I didn’t understand. He drew blood, his teeth skating across my lips before devouring me with his tongue.