Vengeance of a Queen: The Resurrection of Queens, Book 2

Several hours after Ayla offered to have us stay in the village for a few days, the party around us begins to die down. I’m too content to get up and head into the guest hut we’ve been given though, wanting to soak up as much of this as possible.

This is what I’m fighting for. My family here and my family in New England.

I feel Malcolm before I hear him. There’s a slight tug on the bond that insists I look behind me and lock eyes with him. But being the contrary bitch I am, I choose to continue to stare into the fire instead.

His light footsteps get closer, and the tug on the bond becomes more persistent. Finally, I turn in my seat. My gaze locks with his heated stare. His eyes are sparkling pools of desire. Heat flows through the bond, making me squirm slightly. Flashes of images appear next—memories from our previous naked wrestling adventures and ones that haven’t happened yet.

I arch a brow at him and a smirk tugs at my lips. “Can I help you with something?”

I told you I’d make you choke on my cock. My nipples harden at the reminder. Come with me.

I’m helpless to do anything other than obey. Need skitters down my spine and pools between my legs. Goddess.

He doesn’t lead me far, taking me to a tree that’s just outside the circle of firelight. Nerves tickle my spine next. We’re in a shifter village. They’ll be able to smell what we’re doing and hear every noise we make. Anyone could come across us, and they won’t need the light from the fire to see us either.

The thought only serves to turn me on more despite my nerves.

Malcolm leans back against the tree as I stand in front of him. His hands land on my shoulders and push me gently to my knees. I rub my palm against his jean-clad cock. He’s already hard and straining against the material.

As his fingers tangle in my hair, I work to push his jeans down his legs. His cock springs free, and I bite back a moan at the sight. I grip the base and give his length a few experimental pumps, causing his hips to jerk slightly.

He pulls my face closer to his cock, a clear demand for my mouth. Feeling the need to tease him, I wrap my mouth around the head of his cock, alternating between sucking on it and swirling my tongue over the tip.

His hips arch, but I pull back and refuse to take him deeper. His hands fist in my hair, and a snarl leaves him as he holds my head steady and thrusts against my face.

It’s not enough for him to hit the back of my throat. It was meant as a warning and a promise.

My lips twitch against his cock in a smirk. He told me he was going to have me choking on his cock, but he hadn’t said I couldn’t torture the shit out of him first.

I glide my mouth slowly down his cock, not taking nearly as much as he clearly wants me to. His ab muscles clench as I continue my slow pace, swirling my tongue around the head every time I pull back. One hand reaches down and gently cups his balls, and he lets out a low curse.

“Goddamn it, Liv.” He sounds just a bit frustrated.

I make it seem as though I’m in no hurry to oblige. I feel tension coiling in him, feel him getting ready to pounce. That’s when I slam him down my throat, hold him there, and swallow around his cock.

“Fuck, kitten.” His hands hold me in position a moment longer before allowing me to pull back, but I don’t give either of us much time before I eagerly deep throat him again. “That’s right, kitten. Take the whole thing.” He moans.

I carefully monitor my breathing as I move along his cock. I don’t try to cover up or hide the sounds my body makes as he hits the back of my throat again and again.

Suddenly, he pulls me off of him. In the blink of an eye, I’m naked with my back pressed against the tree Malcolm was just lounging against. His lips are at my neck, and his cock is slamming into me.

“As much as I’d love to come in that pretty mouth, kitten,” he grits out, “I’d much rather fill your tight pussy.”

I bite my lip to keep my moans quiet as my fingers dig into his shoulders. He sets a brutal pace and makes sure to grind against my clit with each thrust.

“I want them to hear you, kitten.” His demand wraps around me, feeling like an extra flick to my clit. “I want them to know you’re getting fucked against a tree mere feet away from them.”

I can’t bite my lip in time to stop the moan that escapes me. He chuckles darkly as he continues to thrust into me.

“Louder, kitten.”

He shifts so that my legs are hooked over his arms, allowing him to slide deeper into my pussy. My head falls back against the tree as I cry out. This position has him hitting every good spot inside me, even ones I didn’t know I had.

“That’s it, kitten.” I can feel the bark digging into my back, but I don’t care. All I care about is the sensation of his cock sliding along every nerve ending in my pussy. I clench tightly around him, causing him to let out a loud curse. “Good girl. Milk my cock.”

I can’t. It’s too much. I barely register someone who sounds suspiciously like Ayla, yelling, “Finish her!” in her best Mortal Kombat voice.

I shatter. My scream rings out in the darkness around us, followed shortly after by Malcolm’s roar as he finds his own release. My chest heaves against his as we both slowly come down from our pleasure filled high.

We just had sex outside with my family literally feet away. I’m both horrified and aroused.

His hand collars my throat, causing my eyes to focus on him. “No regrets, kitten.”

Cheeky bastard had been listening to the bond. “No. Never any regrets. Though I’m sure I’ll want to throttle you when my mother won’t stop talking about this.”

He chuckles as we both pull on our clothes. He grabs the nape of my neck and hauls me in for a crushing kiss that has me instantly melting against him all over again.

“At least I made sure no one was watching.” My cheeks heat at his words. “Although, given your response, I think you might like it if someone watches.” He shoots me a wink as he saunters back into the circle of light cast by the fire.

I had been lucky enough not to run into my mother before Malcolm and I called it a night, though I’d run into Ayla who proclaimed Malcolm got a nine for overall performance. She subtracted one point because he hadn’t bent me over in front of the entire village.

I’m now curled up against Malcolm, the early morning light filtering through the window of the hut we share.

“I cannot believe Ayla went all Mortal Kombat on us last night,” I whisper aloud as memories of the previous evening’s encounter against the tree play through my mind.

Malcolm’s arm tightens around me as he laughs. “It added a nice touch to the finale.”

I roll my eyes as I laugh. “Of course it did.”

We get out of bed and prepare for the day, although neither one of us can avoid reaching out to touch or caress the other. Even though the threats we face still loom over our heads, it’s easier to just be here.

We meet Ayla and Caleb outside our door. The pair seem to be wrapped up in their own little bubble, at least until Caleb spots Malcolm.

“Ballsy move, witch.”

“You’re just wishing you fucked Ayla up against a tree last night.”

Oh. My. Gods. They were not smack talking about this in front of us.

“The entire New England pack heard my mate when I had her in the hallway.”

“True. I’ll have to make sure they hear Liv when we get back.”

What. The. Fuck?

“I suggest,” Ayla cuts in, “that neither one of you opens your mouth in front of us again if you both want to keep your dicks. Because right now, neither one of you is going to get laid for a very, very long time.”

“She’s right,” I agree. My eyes narrow on Malcolm. “If you want to compare notes, do it without us around. Unless…” I pause, smirking over at Ayla. “You’d like us to do the same.”

Ayla goes to say something, but Caleb slaps his hand over her mouth. Knowing her, whatever she’d been about to say would be far worse than what Caleb and Malcolm talked about.

“Fine,” Caleb bites out. Malcolm nods, his eyes boring a hole through me. “Let’s go meet up with your mother for a bit. She said something about a waterfall nearby.”

I’m excited to explore the area again and have some time to just relax. We all need it. Aside from stolen moments here and there, we haven’t actually stopped to rest since the battle in the Rockies. I can’t believe it’s only been a few months, it feels like that happened years ago.

“How soon do we think she’s going to make a comment about you bumping nasties with Malcolm for the whole world to hear?” Ayla muses.

“The minute we walk through the door.” I’m not even kidding.

“I think she’s going to wait. Make you sweat it out,” she replies. “She’s going to wait until right before we walk out the door.”

Ultimately, Mama and Abuela don’t give us any additional information on the prophecy. They simply give us directions to the waterfall and tell us to relax. Not once does my mother mention what happened last night.

I’m instantly suspicious.

Despite suspecting my mother and abuela are up to something, I float in the pool at the base of the waterfall. I know whatever they’re up to, it’s better left until later.

Hands wrap around my ankles and pull me under the surface of the water. Surprise flares through me, and I open my mouth to scream, but it fills with water. Thankfully I don’t inhale. The hand releases me, and I shoot to the surface, coughing my brains out one I breach it.

I wipe the water from my eyes, and my gaze lands on a laughing Malcolm. He’s a dead man. I gently tap on my bond with Ayla, quickly explaining what I want to do. Her agreement is instant.

Sweet, sweet revenge.

“Pendejo,” I warn, “it’s not nice to try to drown your mate.”

“I did no such thing.” He rolls his eyes, clearly thinking I’m being far too dramatic for what just happened.

“Whatever you want to call it” —a wide grin spreads across my face at the sight behind him— “retribution is swift.”

Before he has a chance to respond, a large dragon claw pushes him underwater before wrapping around him and hoisting him into the air. He sputters in protest, but Caleb just drops him back into the water. I wince when Malcolm lands in a belly flop.

Pendejo deserved it.

Malcolm surges to the surface, his eyes narrowed into deadly slits. That’s all it takes for me to lose it. Caleb shifts back and pulls his pants on, his booming laughter echoing around us.

“Just so we’re all clear here,” Malcolm growls, “you’re all dead.”

Ayla, kicking water in Malcolm’s direction as she sits on the edge of the pool, laughs. “You’re so scary.” The sarcasm is thick enough to be sliced with a knife. “Whatever will I do with myself? I am so afraid.”

My lips twitch as I try to stop more laughter from bubbling up. My mate looks ready to zap Ayla, but it’s clear he knows better than to do it in front of Caleb. Maybe he’s not smart enough and he’ll do it in front of me. I’d have no problem getting revenge for her.

“Don’t hate the player, witch, hate the game,” I call out as I make my way out of the water.

I feel a small pang of guilt. I hope the others in New England have been able to take some time to relax. Now that we have the journal, we can head back home. I’m more eager for that than I am to stay and relax.

“What do you say we head home?” I beam at the agreements that chime back at me.

When we tell my mother and abuela that we’re heading back home they give me tight hugs. They both now what we’re facing. I know that they believe in me, but they’re realists too. We’re up against steep odds. Assuming we make it out of this whole mess, I’m going to be spending more time with them.

“I promise to call more often.” I squeeze abuela.

“Good, mija. At least that way we’ll know that you aren’t having loud sex with your mate.” I can feel the heat creeping up my cheeks at my mother’s proclamation. “The entire village heard you, mija!”

She comes over and lightly whacks me on the head. I grin back at her sheepishly. Malcolm lets out a loud belly laugh, only to be silenced when Mama shoots him a glare. She marches over to the witch and stabs his chest with her finger.

“You had better take care of my mija, do you understand?” He nods. “Good. If anything happens to her, I’m going to make sure that you don’t have a dick to put in her.”

I just want the ground to swallow me whole.