Given the status of a tribal queen, reaching that level wasn't impossible. But it also meant these inner circle politics were far more dangerous than he'd initially assessed.
Mamoon's yellow cat eyes watched Thessa being manhandled, and something flickered in her expression. Not quite arousal-not quite sympathy. More like clinical assessment.
"Possibly," she said carefully. "Though our queen is perhaps... slightly weaker."
'There it is.'
Tianlong caught the slight emphasis on 'our.' Mamoon was deliberately distinguishing between the Cat Clan and Rabbit Tribe queens.
More than that, she was subtly downplaying her own queen's strength.
Which meant...
"Oh?" Tianlong's tone carried just the right mix of interest and dominance.
His hand moved from Thessa's ass to her breast, fingers closing around one heavy mound. He squeezed hard, kneading the soft flesh as Thessa whimpered around his fingers still lodged in her mouth.
