Page 142 of Their Rejected Queen

“Words, little moon,” he whispers, purposefully sending his hot breath over my swollen flesh.

Asshole.

“I don’t want you to stop,” I say.

This intense desire is reminiscent of my first few nights in the encampment after my infusion. Godric had kept the effects of an emulated heat cycle under control with his tongue before, but now I’m not so sure if it’ll work.

If anything, it seems to be making it worse.

But he strangely appears much more in control.

“Ze’ev is going to fuck you in front of Arwan,” he informs me, making my eyes widen at the startling change in subject. He trails his fingers over the bracelet before he drops his hand.

“What?” I squeak.

He presses his lips on my mound again, then pushes my thighs open before he slowly licks me. He groans as my body gushes my desire onto his tongue. “I will enjoy watching, but my wolf needs to establish his claim first, just like Arwan needed to. That’s how a triad works.” His gaze flashes up to mine. “Will you accept my beast’s claim, even as my rejected mate?”

I’ve made it clear I don’t want this bond.

But I very, very much do.

“I’ll do anything I need to do in order to save my sister,” I whisper.

I know it’s an excuse, and my chest twists with the pain of the statement. It’s not a lie, but that’s not why I want to do this with Godric.

I’m attempting to prevent heartache.

When he finds out the truth that I can’t be bred⁠—

Godric’s mouth is on mine. I hadn’t even seen him stand, and I squeak into his mouth as he pushes two fingers inside of me. His wide knuckles spread me as he scissors into me, making me tremble as he claims my mouth with his.

“I’m going to clean Arwan from your skin,” he says against my mouth, scooping his fingers into me until pleasure bursts behind my eyelids. “My wolf needs to smell you and take his share of your slick.”

Then he slides down me again and shoves his tongue into my pussy. He hauls my legs over his shoulders and devours me, making me gasp as he licks and sucks.

He continues, making my thighs tremble as my body endures his aggressive attention until he seems satisfied that he has cleaned away every trace of the other male.

He growls as he rakes his gaze over me, taking in the water that splatters over my breasts and the tremors that quake through my body.

I’m gripping the side of the bench, my ass completely off of it as Godric keeps my hips lifted so he can lick and taste.

He gives my clit a slow kiss, making me buck. “I can’t fuck you,” he says with disappointment laced through his voice. “Not without Arwan here to temper my need to knot you.”

“You could try—” I begin, but Godric’s growl silences me. He stands and loops his arm around my waist, then he’s sitting on the bench and I’m spread over his thighs.

A blush rises over my face as his erection fights his wet pants, rubbing directly against me. “You can make yourself come on me,” he says. His hooded gaze watches me as he presses down on my hips, rubbing me onto him. “That will satisfy my wolf.”

“But it won’t satisfy me,” I protest as I snag the button of his pants. He grabs my wrist, but I glower at him. “I tasted Arwan. I want to taste you.”

He’s never let me do that.

It’s time that changed.

The gold in his eyes flare with a brilliant white that tells me his wolf very much doesn’t want to be left out.

His jaw flexes. “I might knot your throat,” he warns me.

A thrill rushes through my body.