#a second one

“Indeed!” Sir Urien cuts in. “She can manage the castle, review reports, perhaps even write some of your speeches—”

“Yes, and warm your bed throughout this blasted winter!” Lord Bardor roars, slapping the council table jovially.

“Thank you gentlemen.” Arthur resolutely does not look at Merlin even once. “I am well aware of the role a queen can play.”

When she came to the base of her neck, Blake knew she had reached her target. Lips curled upwards in anticipation. They may have agreed to go slow, but she was going to make damn sure that everyone knew Ruby was hers, Ruby herself being chief among them.

Sucking on her skin. Nibbling. Gently closing her incisors on the chosen location. Licking away any pain.

A very satisfying moan of her name from Ruby only encouraged Blake. A hand had reached into her hair and was insistently pushing her down.

In response, she caught flesh in her teeth and let her tongue rove all over it. The drawn out whine from Ruby told her it was appreciated. All good things have to end and reluctantly she let go.

The ragged breathing from Ruby indicated that if she didn’t stop soon, then Ruby may get worked up enough that they’d do something they weren’t quite ready for.