“Why are you angry?”
Even on his knees, he looked up at me and somehow managed to glare and look intimidating. “My queen does not suffer in silence with no one to ease her need. My queen is not alone. My queen is not hungry, sad, hurting, or scared. My queen will have as much pleasure as you can stand. And for that reason, I suggest you allow Daire to entertain you with his mouth. None’s as good as he, and that will ensure the rest is just as enjoyable for you.”
My eyes met Daire’s and he leaned forward slightly, but didn’t touch me.
Power. I was starting to understand what they meant, but this power had nothing to do with blood or magical vampire shit. I could stand here, topless, and Daire wouldn’t touch me until I gave him permission. Even if he desperately wanted to do so.
Both men had let me take their blood and touch them as I wanted, intimately, in Alrik’s case. Yet they had barely touched me at all.
I felt a surge of confidence, not just in myself, but in them, too. I might not know them well yet, but I could trust them implicitly. They proved that every moment that they waited for my permission.
It was like throwing back heavy drapes in a room that had been closed off from the sunlight for decades. I hadn’t even realized how dark and gloomy my life had been. I’d gotten used to being alone, unable to trust anyone.