Chapter 1
☽ Luna ☾
Sitting in the bottom of the shower is something I have done countless times. Letting hot water rush over me I reach back to turn the gauge one more centimeter to the left making the water run hotter. Steam had already coated the bathroom, showing just how long I had been in here and how long the hot water lasts. Moving back, I let the hot water beat against the back of my head and down my back. Letting out a long sigh I put my head between my knees, just trying to clear my mind. Focus on the hot water and nothing else.
But I can’t. Tonight I had pushed all my emotions to the side to be the Queen I was supposed to be. A position I don’t think I’ll ever be used to. I kept thinking about what happened tonight, everything from being at the club, being kidnapped, and then killing Elizabeth. None of that seemed to bother me, the kidnapping had to happen and I understand that. Killing Elizabeth had to happen and I don’t feel any guilt for it. It’s what happened afterward. I had to kill off her Blood, and then I had to be a Queen and decide the fates of the other Queens. I could have just killed them, Bjorn said they were minor Queens and another powerful Queen might not have bothered with them. I didn’t want to kill them just because I could, but I also had to take into account that if I let them go they would be telling other Queens that there is a Tyet still alive. I’m not sure if I want my name fully out there yet. I still needed to move to my nest. My place of safety.
Even though I was worried about it, I let them choose for themselves. They had hesitantly come with me, but without pledging to me. I told them they could have the night and then some time tomorrow, they would either take my blood, and become my sibling Queens or they could leave. I would stand by that.
I hear the bathroom door open and close, footsteps on the tile before the shower door is open. Bjorn stands there in just sweatpants, then he crouches to be more on my level. “I just wanted you to know everyone is settled in for the night.”
The night is technically almost over but I get what he’s saying. I give him a nod and he says. “The Queens are sharing the room upstairs, Rue is across from Tank. Nathan and Vinny are in their rooms and Caine is wandering, I don’t think he’s going to be resting for a while.”
“The energy I gave him?” I question and get an answering nod. “I don’t feel tired either, my body actually feels very awake.”
“The high of draining a Queen.” Bjorn says. “The three of us won’t be sleeping for a day or two.”
I had given him the energy I couldn’t hold in myself or couldn’t have given to just Caine. My body is alight with all the energy, something I don’t think I have ever felt before, my mind is tired though. There was so much to do and it was weighing on me, it’s just things that take too long to get done. Like the nest, in my heart I knew this house was the right place. It’s just, the house in the photos looked to be in shambles. This house is going to be horribly cramped with all the people in it, and we don’t even have the humans here. I had let them go, but with the invitation of coming over when or if they wanted to talk.
“Do you want to stay in the shower?” Bjorn asks me. I run my teeth over my bottom lip, it’s tempting to stay in here, but every second the water gets just a tiny bit cooler. I don’t know if it’s because I’m just getting used to the heat or because the hot water is finally running out.
“I probably should get out.” I told him. I reach up behind me and shut off the water, Bjorn steps just inside of the shower to offer me a hand up off the floor. I’m led out to awaiting towels, he wraps me up into one and I wrap my hair into one. One of my lotions makes it to Bjorn’s hands and he pops open the lid. With a quick motion he’s squeezed out a dollop and moves around my back, he warms the lotion in his hands. Watching me in the mirror, his hands make their way to my shoulders. Slick with some water still and the lotion he runs his hands over my shoulders, moves to the tops of my arms and back again. It’s so intimate, his hands roaming over my shoulders, upper back and arms, he even takes his time rubbing lotion into my hands.
Squeezing more into his hands he meets my half closed eyes in the mirror. There’s a heat in his gaze that I’m quickly learning means he’s very turned on. With his slick hands he places one on the side of my neck, halfway cupping my chin. The size of his hand is massive, so when his fingers spread and hand slips down just ever so slightly his pinky finger pushes the edge of my towel.
Bjorn leans down, mouth passing over the shell of my ear and he asks in a husky whisper. “Do you want to be worshiped or fucked?”
His hand moves slowly down, tips of his fingers under the edge of the towel. My mouth parts as I try to breathe through the steam and the heat. Really the hot water of the shower couldn’t compare to the heat of Bjorn’s body. My hand curls into the side of the towel and I pull, it unravels and falls from my body.
“I want to be fucked.” The words come out breathy, a gasp follows when Bjorn’s other hand moves to the middle of my back and I’m pressed forward to bend over the counter. My hands hit the counter with a solid slap, my face a breath away from the mirror. The towel is pulled from my hair, the wet strands go everywhere.
“My Queen wants to be fucked?” He asks. His hand skims down my back, when I go to squeeze my legs together to put pressure where I need it, his knee is there. He presses his knee high up between my legs and nudges them apart. He tsks me as his hand caresses my ass then slips between my legs from behind. My face hits the counter on a moan as a finger finds my clit and he rubs it roughly in a tight circle. “Already hot and wet for your Alpha?”
“Always.” It’s more breathy, more moaning than my last few words. I think he understands what I’m trying to say.
“Arch your back.” It’s a demand. One I follow, my stomach and back drop, propping my ass up just a little higher. His fingers slow on my clit, frustratingly slow. A hand moves up from the back of my thigh, to cup my ass cheek, grabbing. “Such a pretty ass my Queen has.”
I flush with all of the dirty talk, it’s not something he’s done before. And I like it. I let out a yelp when the groping turned into a smack. I try to stand up but the hand between my legs moves to my back to keep me pressed to the counter. There’s another and a shudder runs through me. “Bjorn.”
“If you say stop, I will, but until then.” There’s a third smack, this one harder. He grabs the flesh of my ass and rubs to soothe the sting. I bite down on my tongue, I didn’t want him to stop but I was having conflicting thoughts about spanking. One hand it made me feel dirty, on the other hand it made me feel dirty because it sent a thrill through my body.
Both his hands go to my hips, pull up and closer to the edge until I’m on my toes and have to brace myself on my elbows. I’m able to see myself in the mirror, just inches away. I feel the soft fabric of his sweat pants slide down between us, then the tip of his cock slides up my center. Across my entrance until the head of his cock is rubbing right against my clit. When I see myself in the mirror, my face is flushed and my mouth parted now, my hair a wet mess that’s falling over both of my shoulders. I can see Bjorn’s head, the top of his chest and wide shoulders, I see his biceps flex and his eyes look up to meet mine in the mirror.
His hand flattens over my mound, pressing his cock tight along me and he thrusts, hitting and rubbing my clit. I let out a small moan. It’s not his fingers, it’s not his cock inside of me, it’s a new sensation. He moves a few times, I move back to increase the speed of it. He slowly moves his fingers, just enough to angle the tip of his cock to my entrance and he works me slowly. Pushing in just until I feel his pelvis pressed tight against my ass and I feel so full and stretched. I went years without sex, a long time without even touching myself, now I was having sex regularly. It is still taking my body some getting used to.
I feel his hand cup my ass again, his hand slides up until I feel a finger.. “Bjorn!”
I try to straighten and I get a hand to my back once again. He knew I’d react to the finger circling that ring of muscle. “So you’ve never done anything with your ass? Not even light play?”
“I haven’t.” I tell him and he hums. I feel him slowly slide his cock out of me, the feeling distracts me. All the way to just the head of him inside and then he thrusts in in one smooth motion that makes me let out a ‘oof’ and rock forward almost smacking my face into the mirror.
“Relax.” He says and his finger presses into me. It feels weird and uncomfortable, and I don’t know how to relax when he slowly pulls his cock back out. His finger pushes into me, I don’t know which finger or how far but it feels too large to be somewhere I’m not used to. Just as I try to get comfortable with the feeling he thrusts back into me. The feeling of his cock is almost taking away from his finger, but his finger also feels too big, stretching me in a way that’s never happened before.
As he picks up the pace, sliding out and thrusting back in, in one sharp movement of his hips. I feel a now familiar feeling building up inside me that makes me tighten around him. His free hand wraps around so his fingers can work my clit and I almost lose my footing.
“Oh fuck.” I let out on a moan as a thrust brings stars to my eyes and I do lose my footing. Only Bjorn’s arm keeps me up and he doesn’t slow, in fact he moves faster. My orgasm gets drawn out before I feel it quickly build back up from how sensitive I’ve become from the first.
“Cum for me again.” Bjorn says hauling me up a little higher, allowing me to put my toes back onto the ground and I try to lock my wobbling knees. “Let me feel you clench around my cock again.”
The fingers on my clit, the faster deep thrust and his finger pressing deeper into my ass is too much. My hands grasp at nothing and I let out something between a mewl and moan as I squeeze my eyes close. The burst of orgasm makes my legs shake, my breath stops. I can hardly focus on anything else, I just feel Bjorn thrust himself twice more before pressing as deep as he can inside of me and his cock feels impossibly big as he cums. My toes want to curl and my body wants to go limp.
Bjorn pulls out of me, leaving behind a soft ache. I’m pulled up from the counter into warm arms and he takes me out to the bedroom. He lays in the bed, laying me on top of him. My body relaxes over him, mostly dead weight as his hand roams up my side and the other goes to the back of my head. He rubs the back of my head, my side and if I wasn’t so hopped up on Queen blood I would be out like a light. Instead I let out a long sigh and just.. let myself relax.
