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Bound by the Vampire Queen

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What was spurring her arousal now was Jacob's reluctant awareness of a heated male mouth pul ing on his cock like a damn vacuum cleaner—Jesus God, Cadr had a mouth made for porn. But they were preparing him for another queen's pleasure, and she didn't like that as much. It was grimly satisfying, knowing they both had some territory issues.

He bit down on another cry in his suffocating darkness as something slick, big and torturously cold was lodged at his anus and then pushed in, no matter how hard he tried to clench against it. Straps were attached to it, and then he was turned over, the ice slab remolding itself to his shoulders, back and ass so he couldn't expel the invasion. His face tingled painful y at the release from the ice, frost becoming moisture, like perspiration over his skin.

At least no one was sucking on his cock, though it was so steel-hard with need it was brushing his bel y.

When Arthmael reached down, touched the bar of ice that ran between his pierced nipples, he cried out at the sensation, his cock jumping. Looking down, he saw a diamond crust of frost over the rod, which coated his nipples as well , tiny drops of blood caught in the design. Arthmael experimented with the bar, moving it back and forth, and Jacob growled against the sting, his whole body shuddering. The dildo in his ass joined the torturous composition of burning pain across his body. Yet when Cadr closed his hand around his cock, testing, it hadn't lost a bit of its arousal. In fact, Jacob couldn't stop his body from thrusting up into the fucking skil ful touch as Cadr stroked him, confirming that he was aroused enough to hump his grip, no matter his desire not to do so.

“Amazing,” Arthmael murmured. Cadr stepped back, wiped his mouth delicately, giving Jacob a wicked look.

“He knows the way of it, for certain. Her Majesty will be pleased.”

Lifting a wide steel band then, the Fae unlatched it and slid it around Jacob's base. Thick as he was, it was an extremely tight fit, but he had the feeling that was the intent. Once it was on, the same phenomenon happened as had occurred with the rod. The steel became ice, and crystals ran in broken lines down his cock, spreading out into a web that encased the head. It was stil cold as hell , but so thin, almost condom-like, all owing a view of the flesh beneath, and maintaining what little flexibility the blood-engorged shaft had. He swore, writhing, the burning of ice competing against the burning of lust, his blood goaded into savagery by the intensity of the sensations.

He'd been peripheral y aware of his lady's attention and what was happening to her, but now he tried to obey her mandate, tune fully back into the view of her in the bath chamber. As he did, he felt her arousal, pushed up so high by what they were doing to him, by Patrick's mouth on her cunt, working her relentlessly, serving her to the end. The combined stimulation had her bucking up in their hold, her release sweeping over her. There was an answering spasm from Jacob's cock, bound and frozen as it was. Before his eyes, he was getting even larger and thicker. The ice cock ring was agonizing. all of it was agonizing, and yet riding it was the bloodlust and the trained physical lust of a servant responding to restraint and pain, at his Mistress's pleasure. He couldn't think, his mind caught in brutal desire, a mixture of crazed pain, raw rutting need, and pure instinct.

Arthmael took a container of oil from Cadr and poured it in the center of Jacob's chest. Warming oil, so warm it tingled, but didn't affect the ice. The two men rubbed it thoroughly into his flesh, making him slick from his throat to the bottoms of his feet.

Further bracelets of ice were added to his wrists and ankles, turning his body into this chaotic mixture of hot and cold, ice and flame.

“Your comfort means nothing. The queen's comfort and pleasure is your only desire. Until she is satisfied, these enchantments will not release you, vampire. It is their nature. So serve her well.” So lost in the sensations, how they'd aroused him, he didn't know how well he pleased his own Mistress when he gave a jerk of his head and spoke hoarsely, without a single thought to who they actual y meant.

“That's always been my only desire. To serve my lady.”

9

LYSSA was pleased by Jacob, but the enchantment, evidence of Rhoswen's trickery, angered her. Stil , Rhoswen seemed to have a good grasp of the balance between pain and pleasure when it came to preparing a servant. Of course, Lyssa found that somewhat odd, because despite the fact Rhoswen was a formidable queen, there was a difference between that and a sexual Mistress, the way there was a difference between a sexual Dominant and an alpha. They weren't necessarily the same thing.

Though she herself was both, she hadn't felt from Rhoswen the Mistress vibe, as Jacob might say. But she couldn't deny the Fae queen's knowledge of the way of it.

When she was brought to see Jacob, she was wearing the gold and green dress, her hair arranged in rich ringlets down her back, her feet in slippers.

Her body was in a lazy satiation from Patrick's skil ful mouth, but it was already stirring to life, just feeling her servant's state of mind. When she saw him, that stirring became a boil.

Jacob was completely unclothed, so she could see the rod of ice that passed through both nipples and curved around his back. In the front, the rod formed a V at his sternum that traveled down to outline the ridges of his abdomen. Below that, it dropped down, coming together to form the manacle of ice that wrapped around the base of his genitals.

And his cock . . .

She had to lick her lips, because though she'd heard that cold shrunk a man, apparently for a vampire like Jacob, or because of the nature of ice in the Fae world, that was not the case. He had an impressive cock at any time, but he was distended half again beyond that.

Wherever his muscles were not limned with ice, they were glossed with warming oil, so he was a feast from every angle. He walked stiffly, with great care, because of the dildo in his ass. However, as he reached her, it twisted her heart, how he knelt to her despite his vast discomfort, underscoring his obedience to her first.

He was well trained to manage pain and desire together. She was an experienced Mistress, monitoring his emotional and physical state closely while knowing how to ride that line for her ultimate pleasure, as well as his. But beyond the training, his responses were deeply intuitive, how he reacted to being under her command, and that only increased the intense joy of being his Mistress.

They had his arms bound behind his back, those steel bands of ice around his wrists locked together.

When she put a hand to his slick, oil-warmed shoulder and brought him to his feet, his body shuddered at that mere contact. His blue eyes clung to her with such wild need. She fol owed the bar of ice from one nipple to the other, putting some pressure on it so he rocked forward into her touch.

Then she dropped her hands to close them around that enormous organ. Below the thin ice coating, there was an extraordinary pumping heat.

“You're magnificent, Jacob,” she said, giving him a short, regal nod. “You will please the queen well.” He bowed his head, a jerk as if his muscles were having difficulty obeying his agitated mind. When he lifted his gaze, those blue eyes held hers. I want to please you. I want to fuck the touch of his mouth off of you. I want to mark your cunt, your mouth, your tits, all of it, as mine again. I want to kill him, wipe his memory off the planet.

Yes, he was out of control, the bloodlust jumping on the end of a thin lead. But she knew the man beneath the beast, and she could handle both with what she knew of the darkest recesses of his soul.

“Please the Fae queen, and then we shal see.

And remember that no seed of yours spurts until I will it.”

The climax she'd experienced from Patrick's mouth had been intensely erotic, pleasurable, a good climax. Similar to a good meal, a delicious blood. But it had no emotional component, and she'd gotten used to the unrivaled treasure of that. Craved it. It was why she'd reached out to Jacob when she climaxed. No matter that he was irritated, that connection, whether it was anger, annoyance, love, lust—anything from Jacob was welcome.

The erotic artistry of his preparation had engaged her as a Mistress, because she was always interested in how a servant could be drawn to intense arousal in a new way. But seeing him standing in the hal way, so beautiful and virile, his barbarism warring with his intel ect, she was reminded anew he had been prepared for another woman. She was giving all that to Rhoswen.

Intentionally, will fully.

The despondency hit her without warning, much like Jacob's earlier bloodlust, and almost as debilitating. It was a game, a battle of wits with another queen, Jacob a vital pawn in those maneuvers. She found herself wishing she could go back to that moment, take it back.

Damn it, she'd told Jacob she'd feared this in herself. She'd never been given to fits of sentiment or self-pitying angst. She shoved it away now, viciously. It never ended. It was a rise and fal , a new chal enge to face, a quiet moment to savor, bitter tears to shed, rage to expend in violence or retribution, passion to share . . . all that mattered was he was here, with her, and she with him.

Exactly, my lady.

She met his gaze then. Drawing closer, she laid her hand on his chest, over his heart. I thought you weren't supposed to listen into my head uninvited.

I needed you.

She pressed her open mouth to the base of his throat. He held stil , the strength of his body against hers, a magnetic pul . She trailed her hands down his arms, slid to his waist and down low on his hips, pushing herself against his cock, and relished his fierce groan. He wanted her mouth, needed the intimacy of the kiss, but she denied him, turning her face away. Instead, she brushed her lips against the rounded steel of his biceps as he tested his restraints in frustration.

Then she stepped back, glanced toward Patrick, who stood at quiet attention behind her. “Are you waiting on us, or on your queen's summons?” He gave her that courteous, bland bow. “The latter.”

He'd had a tremendous erection when tasting her pussy, but he'd shown no more than physical passion for what he was doing, no opinion or preference. Her interactions with them, the nuances of their brief conversations during her preparations, had told her something, though. Rhoswen had their loyalty, particularly Cayden's. And men did not give their loyalty for no reason. Even Keldwyn. She is a good queen, but she could be a great one . . . ns class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true">

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