Page 192 of Their Rejected Queen

My body trembles as he traces his touch on the inside of my legs. He twirls his fingers to work a spell, doing something that makes the icy restraints bind my wrists a little tighter, hoisting me up so that my breasts strain against my dress.

He doesn’t pull down the fabric. Instead, he runs his palm up my abdomen, over my chest, and then hooks two fingers in the V-line of my dress and tugs. “You’re so beautiful,” he tells me, then he releases me as he backs up a few steps to get a better look.

“Stay like that,” he says, his eyes between my legs with a hungry expression.

As though I could move even if I wanted to.

He eases to one knee, then he kisses my mound. “I’ll go slowly,” he promises as he places his kiss a little lower, making me buck.

Then he sucks.

I arch, and he uses his palm to hold me down as he runs his tongue over my entire sex. He kisses my thigh, then glances at me again before he sucks once more.

“Arwan!” I cry.

His teeth graze my clit, making me freeze.

“Where do you want me to bite you?” he asks.

I swallow as he presses another kiss to my clit, then gently inserts his tongue into me while I figure out how to speak again.

My mouth bobs open and closed, but I can’t think as he strokes me from the inside, then flicks my swollen nub while I try to form a sentence.

“I—” I begin, but whatever I was going to say is cut off when he sucks again, making me cry out.

Pleasure spasms through my body, but he stops short of the climax that threatens to take me under.

“You will come only when you’ve climbed to the top of my tower,” he says with a grin. “We’re just getting started.”

I’m not sure what he means by that, but when he grabs the wisps of shadows through the air, they form a whip similar to my own. I stiffen as he takes the hilt end and nudges it at my entrance. “I’ve wanted to do this ever since I saw you with a golden version of my whip,” he says as he pushes the shaft deeper into me. “Do you like that?”

His weapons are made of his magic, which sends a chilled sensation through my body. I numbly nod as I tug my wrists against my constraints. “Y-yes,” I whisper, then groan as he rewards me by twisting the hilt.

“Do you want more?” he asks.

My eyelids flutter as he fucks me with the hilt. I’m not sure what more means, but my answer is a trusting “Yes.”

He smiles, then surprises me by physically splitting himself in two.

Oh.

One of the Arwans is dark, his magic overtaking all of him, leaving his eyes glowing with blue wisps.

The other is the royal, the version of him with a seductive smile and sharp, vampiric teeth that make the thrill of danger skirt up my spine.

“I can’t pull this trick with Godric or Ze’ev,” royal Arwan says as he teases my dress over my shoulder until he exposes my left breast. He closes his mouth over my nipple as dark Arwan takes the hilt of the whip and shoves it deeper into me. He growls, seeming incapable of speech as he licks my clit, then sucks.

I tug against my constraints as the strikingly similar sensations of Arwan on both my breast and my pussy have me panting. “They’d kill you,” I agree. Having three mates is enough as it is, but having one of them split into two would make the competition skyrocket.

He seems to enjoy taking his time tasting me. A part of him explores my breasts, lavishing attention on one before tugging my dress aside to address the other. His other half fucks me with the hilt of his whip, twisting it with a motion that has me whimpering. He rewards every sound I make with a flick of his tongue until I’m dizzy with pleasure.

“I need you,” I beg when he pauses, giving me a moment to breathe.

I don’t want to breathe.

I want him.

I want everything he has to offer.