I closed the distance between us and pressed my dick against the curve of her succulent ass. “No. We can talk to Leeta through the door.”
“Get away from me.” She slipped away.
I seized her waist to stop her. “I’m so sorry.”
“You don’t get to touch me anymore.”
I held my growl in. The deep animal sound lodged in my throat. My fangs exploded out of my mouth, but luckily her back was still to me, so she couldn’t see.
She cracked the door open. “What’s wrong, Leeta?”
“You look better and you’re up,” Leeta said.
“What do you want?” I asked through clenched teeth. My dick begged to be closer to Brie, to have me rub the throbbing tip against her. I imagined kneeling down behind her, parting her buttocks with my hands, and licking that sweet cunt from behind. Hot flesh would surround my tongue. Her arousal would pour down around me and I’d lap it up along with that special bud between her thighs.
“Ian is our friend.” Brie shrugged. “If he says he was trapped in a room with dominas, I believe him.”
“But he’s demanding to see you.” Leeta’s voice rushed out in a strained tone.
“Ian? What about Ian?” Claws ripped through my fingertips.
“Did you not hear a word?” Brie glanced over her shoulder. Her gaze snapped to my hand as I caressed the head of my dick. When did I grab it? I don’t remember touching myself.
“I didn’t hear anything.” I released myself.
“Get sex off of your mind.”
The muscle in my jaw twitched. My groin heated. For an odd reason, the more she fought me, the more I yearned to fuck her.
“Tell the guards to stop pointing their swords at Ian and let him into our room,” Brie said.
Part of me was thrilled she said our room. The other part plummeted into rage at the thought of Ian, another vampire king, so close to her.
Why did she want him inside here? Is she planning on trying to replace me or make me jealous? I’ll kill him right as he steps over the threshold. I’ll spray his blood all over the room. And then I’ll take her right there, on top of his body, so she will know never to push me too far.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Brie,” Leeta whispered.
Brie let out an exasperated breath. “Why not?”
“He’s carrying a dead woman in her hands. The corpse from the Quiet King’s bedroom.”
“His first queen.” Brie twisted her lips to the side. “Don’t worry about that. Let him in.”
The door closed. Brie turned to me and adjusted the sheet so it covered more of her. “Why do you have your claws out?”
Because you’re about to flaunt your lover in front of me.
I retracted the claws and stalked around her. My hooves banged against the floor. “Who is he to you, queen?”
Panic spread across her face, but she remained where she stood and formed her hands into fists. I picked a feisty one. She’ll never stand down, even when she’s supposed to. I’ll have to teach her.
“Ian is only Ian to me.” Her bottom lip quivered. “Nothing else. Why don’t you go into the bathroom and put a towel on or—”
Within seconds, I picked her up, slung her on the bed, and got on top of her. “And what will you do with him when I’m gone?”
A sharp point pierced my stomach. The bite of her dagger burned into my flesh. I cried in pain. When did she grab it? Where did it come from? She’s so fast now. She got to that dagger too quickly.