Shoving her down to her knees, fucking her slick cunt, with all the brutal strength of a stal ion at the end of his patience. Fuck, he couldn't wait much longer.

She was dripping on him, and he wanted to lick all that cream away, then kiss her, let her taste herself on his mouth. He'd never been so hard in all his life.

And yet he'd wait on her pleasure.

Only by my will, Sir Vagabond. Don't forget.

Yes, my lady. It was all he could manage, his mind caught in a maelstrom.

Straightening with calculated slowness, she slid off him and turned, just as Rhoswen positioned herself behind him. “Mount him,” she told Lyssa. “I want to feel him inside you when I take him from behind. I want to feel the flex of his ass muscles over this crystal cock while he's pumping into you.”

“Take time to enjoy the view,” Lyssa advised, giving Rhoswen a look of sensual accord. “Seeing those cheeks flex when he takes a woman is worth an extra moment. But when you put the phal us in, know that he'l resist, making it an even tighter fit.

He'l make it burn to punish himself, because he has a natural aversion to being fucked like a woman.” Though Lyssa had done it to him several times, she'd never all owed another woman to fuck him with a strap-on. She'd also never all owed him to be fucked by a male. She knew enough about him now, and he knew enough about himself, about his need to serve her, that he could come for her on command no matter the circumstances. But he was stil a traditional straight male, her knight, and for her, for this servant, there was a code of honor she didn't violate on a whim. Closing slim fingers over him, she rubbed her thumb on that throbbing vein beneath the cock head in a devilishly knowledgeable way. He bucked in her hold, swearing even more colorful y.

“Hush. More of that, and you'l be gagged, Jacob.” Rhoswen didn't know, but by asking Lyssa to mount his cock she'd actual y given him an out that Lyssa wouldn't have normal y provided him. When he was inside Lyssa, he could bear anything. In trusted company, she would have refused him that comfort, because that was her nature, to make him surrender and prove it wasn't the circumstances that gave him sexual pleasure, but her will .

Her code aside, the more he resisted something, the more likely she would test that boundary. Like now, tel ing Rhoswen the way of it in front of him, just to see those blue eyes narrow, the tension in that delicious jaw. She wouldn't give Rhoswen all her secrets, though, particularly not those about Jacob.

The possessive Mistress in her would hold on to the things that she knew led to a complete breakdown of Jacob's shields, bringing him to an earth-shattering, vulnerable release.

Rhoswen's brow rose at Lyssa's advice, her lips curving. Just as it had happened while they were drinking tea, discussing the proper way to rule, Lyssa saw that brief flash of synchronicity, a familiarity that warred with the animosity between them. Though that part was genuine, she wasn't certain if Rhoswen's arousal now was true or simply manipulated, a queen's objectives instead of a Mistress's nature cal ing the shots. Fortunately, from a thousand years in a vampire environment, Lyssa was more than capable of taking her pleasure and keeping her finger on the pulse of the current political environment. Maybe she could teach Rhoswen by example.

She slid her hands up to Jacob's broad shoulders.

If his hands were free, he would have clasped her hips, helped hitch her up with a display of all that rippling strength, but she had the litheness and flexibility to manage it herself—taking advantage of his strength was an added indulgence. The tea truly was making every sensory detail even more stimulating. There were times she'd thought wanting Jacob would kil her, even without a pharmaceutical aid to enhance it, so this time it might be a real danger. She thought of the stories he'd told, of the lad getting trapped in a fairy circle and dancing away centuries with his love, then pining away for her. She related to that far too well.

Curving one leg high on his hip, she levered herself up so that she had the crease of her ass pressed down on his hard, cool length, and enjoyed another provocative rub there. Then, tightening her stomach muscles, she maneuvered outward and up to catch his broad head in the wet mouth of her sex.

Rhoswen overlapped her hands, those long black nails gleaming over the horizon of his broad shoulders as the Fae queen positioned herself behind him. From Jacob's flinch, Lyssa knew she'd pushed the broad crystal head into the rectal opening, but she'd stopped just inside, holding until Lyssa finished her own pleasurable penetration.

She caught his mouth, sliding her lips over his, teasing his tongue as it lashed at hers. His ferocity made it a heated tangle. God, he had the most devil-blessed mouth, and the things his tongue could do . . . She groaned, a soft, deep noise, as she sank down on him, inch by inch. He was so deliciously cold and hot at once. And so hard and thick . . . possibly larger than she'd ever experienced him, bless Fae magic, though it was so significant it was almost uncomfortable, particularly as his hips jerked, wanting to slam up inside her. His powerful thighs trembled beneath the clamp of her legs, a stal ion that wanted to run wild. She made her way to the hilt, her buttocks resting on his swol en testicles. He was pushed up almost into her womb, but she'd been mingling pleasure with discomfort for a very long time. It was why she knew how to put her servant on the knife edge of it so well.

Rhoswen slid her hands away then, adjusting herself below. Jacob growled into Lyssa's mouth, blue eyes flashing as she pushed into him. Lyssa had taught him how to release the muscles by pushing back, but just as she'd warned, sometimes he was stubborn. Whether or not she enjoyed the act itself, it was obvious Rhoswen enjoyed the power of taking the choice from him. It was in the rasp of her breath, the brief glitter of her eyes. Jacob shuddered, making a labored grunt as she reached ful penetration. Then she withdrew and slammed back in again. It rammed the glass phal us home, but more than that, he was stabbed by a ful dozen of the barbs on those tiny bel s, their sweet chime a contrast to the blood Lyssa smel ed. In the next blink, she knew there were thin rivulets running over his buttocks and down his quivering thighs, those smal bites taken out of his ass.

In response, his cock thickened inside of Lyssa, and his fangs scraped her, at their maximum extension. He wanted to feed, was ravenous for it, but stil he held back. Considering the lust and violence roaring through him, she knew it was a monumental effort for a vampire stil technical y in fledgling stage.

Lyssa was not about to give up the opportunity of immersing herself in all the sensations her servant's surrender was providing, not with the lilania encouraging her to find an even more vibrant peak of sexual pleasure with him. Moving her grip from his shoulders to his biceps, she held on as she bucked her hips on him. She gave him all of her, teasing the limits of his restraints, knowing he couldn't thrust as fully as he wished.

Coolness slid over her hands. The serpentine binding around his arms had slithered down over his shoulders, over her hands, around his throat. It snaked down between them, splitting to curve over her thighs then double wrapped her waist, cinching her more tightly onto Jacob's loins, wrenching a cry from her throat.

Rhoswen laid her fingers over the silver col ar binding him, drew back, then rammed back in again, letting them both feel the reverberation in cunt, cock, testicles and ass. Her mouth was wet, cheeks flushed, but the contrasting tightness to her face warned Lyssa, too late.

Jacob saw it first, and his body turned to iron, muscles bunching in protest. Tearing his mouth free of hers, he tried to twist to see the queen, shake the bindings.

“You bitch,” he snarled. “Let her go.” 10

SHE hadn't been mistaken. She'd seen brief flashes of longing in Rhoswen's face, a desire to somehow immerse herself in the pleasure she and Jacob were experiencing. As a result, Lyssa hadn't feared Rhoswen's magic, her desire to rope them together in that pretty silver binding. But the queen had another agenda. And the instrument for it had just entered the room.

The fox-faced Arrdol set aside his cloak, his gaze coursing over Lyssa's lace-covered back, her bare ass and thighs, clamped high on Jacob's hips.

My lady—

No. Her mind rejected it, too many dark things swirling up on top of the rudely interrupted coitus, disorienting her.

“You will feel such pleasure, having Arrdol inside of you.” Rhoswen had the bloodcurdling hiss of a snake, hypnotizing prey. “Even without honey on her eyes, a woman can become addicted to his sensual ways.”

Rhoswen taking her consort, one of her retainers taking Lyssa as the interloper, the two of them bound as unwil ing prisoners between them, subjugated.

They'd anticipated trickery, so Lyssa didn't know why she was having difficulty ral ying. But as Arrdol came closer, those shadows were closing in on her mind. There was a coldness to her skin.

No. Don't touch me, don't touch me . . .

“Don't do this.” Jacob was fighting the bindings like a beast in truth. However, as his efforts increased, muscles bunching impressively, the restraints on Lyssa began to tighten, particularly the one on her throat. She started to choke.

“Careful, vampire. That Fae blood that all ows her to be in sunlight also requires her to breathe. A Fae may be immortal in terms of aging, but strangulation can kil us.” Rhoswen adjusted herself, burrowing the dildo deeper in his ass as she leaned forward, pressing her breasts to his back and talking to Lyssa directly, staring into her green eyes. “If you try your little magic trick in those bindings as you did in my great hal , they will constrict further, and become so cold they will burn into your skin like fire, all the way to the bone. I can interfere with your accelerated healing, and make sure that it doesn't work. You will no longer be so pretty. Death, disfigurement, or pleasure, submitting to my will . An easy choice . . . sister.”

Her blue eyes were like frozen ice. “You are no queen here. You will learn that whatever I tel you is what you must accept. Arrdol will have you, because I say he will .”

Lyssa's hands convulsed on Jacob's neck. She was floundering, and he saw it, within and without.