I found some suitable snacks to tide us over until our real breakfast arrived. Luckily, my new guard was more competent than most. Ordering for two servings of breakfast to be sent up to my rooms was easy with his polite way. Although, I could have done without the "your majesty" bullshit.

Sitting at the table, because "damn it, woman, I ain't no invalid" we ate some fruit and drank water. I was waiting for the conversation to resume. I had just taken a bite of the apple I'd offered him the previous night when he laughed.

When I looked up to see what was so damn funny, he answered, "Eve temptin' Adam." He held my gaze hostage with those sparkling blue orbs.

I chewed carefully and swallowed. Scared of choking on either lust of laughter, I couldn't be sure. "I'm no Eve." I whispered, taking a drink from my water.

"Sure are temptin' though." He whispered back.

My stomach clenched and fluttered. I sat the apple and water on the table and stood slowly. I felt uncertain, but determined. Moving to where he sat, I watched as he slid his chair back from the table in clear invitation. I took it. Licking my lips, I threw one leg over his lap to the other side so I could straddle him.

Daryl sighed as my crotch greeted his lap and I had to choke back a loud moan myself. He must be nothing but muscle, was my only thought at first. His thighs were hard and I could feel him harden beneath me. I looked into his eyes and was gratified when I saw my own need reflected. I bit my lip and his eyes dropped to my mouth. Before either of us could consider what we wanted, our lips met.

His mouth was soft, demanding, but also willing to take his time. I couldn't hold back my moan as I felt his teeth nip at my lower lip and he took the slight opening as the invitation it was meant to be. As our tongues met, I felt the need to touch him, everywhere. My hands curled in his hair, pulling us tighter together as I felt his hands run down my back to cup my ass and hold me against him. I nearly screamed when I heard the knock announcing our breakfast.

I felt him chuckle as he swallowed my aggravation with his mouth. He pulled back and I could see his own irritation at being interrupted. "If I don't answer the damn door, they'll do something stupid like break the damn thing down." I said, pissed that we had to put a pin in what was certain to be worth the ruined door. Pressing my forehead against his I sighed.

Lifting myself off him was the hardest thing I'd ever done. I just couldn't risk him being hurt by one of the fucking morons that Negan insisted on putting outside my door. They'd be more than willing to kill for his favor and I'd hate for Daryl to be hurt for a misunderstanding. I touched his bottom lip with my thumb, and walked to the door quickly to get the food and get rid of the hassle standing on the other side. When I opened it, first I saw the tray, then I saw who carried it. Fuck. Negan again?

Sighing, I held out my hands for the tray. He didn't give it to me, clearly expecting entry. Damn it. "Welcome back, Negan." I tried to smile, but he knew me too well. Knew that I was pissed. Knew that I was at the end of my tether with his bullshit.

I turned and saw that Daryl and pushed his chair back under the table. Good idea, I thought, sensing that Negan may enjoy taunting me with the harem idea, but wouldn't exactly enjoy seeing it in action. "What a warm welcome, Jessa." He said, drawing inside the room and kicking the door shut with his boot. "Did I interrupt something?"

I wanted so badly to smack him. Hard. Possibly in his dick. "What gave you that idea?" I asked, pulling the tray from his grip and taking it to the table. I glanced down at Daryl and saw he was amused. Men.

"You're pissed, and your lips are swollen." Negan answered, clearly enjoying being a cock block. He shrugged as I pulled the cover off the tray. Scrambled eggs, mystery meat that could be bacon, or sausage, or fashioned to look like either, and fresh baked bread. Not bad. He'd even brought coffee for Daryl and himself, since I don't drink that rank shit. Great, he'd be joining us.

He pulled the chair I'd sat next to the bed up to the table. Yay, a threesome. I gave Daryl his plate and handed Negan the one that was supposed to be mine. Nothing looked appetizing and so I would make due with my apple. Taking another loud bite I watched as the two men in my life dug into breakfast. I'd laugh, but it was fucking weird. They ate similarly, with gusto and enjoying every damn mouthful. And the coffee, for fuck's sake, had Negan made that indecent noise when we made love? And would Daryl?

I ate my apple, watching the two of them. The meal was silent except for the chewing and swallowing. Drinking my water, I noticed that they kept shooting side eye at one another and trying to make eye contact with me. What next, I wondered, would they try to piss on my leg?

They finished their plates before I had half finished my apple. They both savored the coffee. This was going on record as the longest fucking breakfast in the history of my existence and I wanted it over. I wanted Negan to get the fuck out and leave me in peace for a moment.

Finally at the end of my patience, I shouted, making them both look up at me with shock. "Get out! Negan, just go!" I was practically jumping out of my chair, ready to choke the both of them. "Now!" I demanded, as they both stared at me.

Negan looked at Daryl and faux whispered, "See, fire, boy. That's what I'm talking about." He shot me a devilish grin. "Jessa's pissed because I brought ya'll breakfast and invited myself to join you. She's angry because I stopped whatever ya'll were doin' that made her nipples hard and her lips swollen. And when I get up and go, she's going to be on you like you've never imagined." He looked up when I stood and hovered over him. "And she's going to make you want to die inside her. Jessa's MY Queen for a reason, Dixon. She has fire and she has more power than anyone in my ranks. Hope you're healing up after that wound, cause you're gonna need all your energy."

I pointed at the door, feeling so much rage that I was having issues with maintaining my composure. "Go." The force of the word was finally enough. He didn't bother trying to touch me, he knew better at this point. When he left, he even turned the lock so I wouldn't have to move. Negan knew me better than anyone left alive, and because of that he knew when he'd pushed too far. Today was one of those days.

I could barely manage to sit back down, so I was shocked when Daryl's arms closed around me. Blind with rage, I didn't even notice him stand and come to me. I didn't fight him, I knew his touch after one moment. He turned me and walked me to my bed. Lifting me as though I weighed nothing, and lay me down on the pillows he'd laid on the night before. They smelled like the homemade soap they used in the laundry, my shampoo and soap, and him. I felt the mattress dip under his weight as he lay down beside me and pulled me to his chest.

I was shaking from the adrenalin rush. I felt myself slowly calm and his fingers gently caressing my arm. I even thought I felt him kiss my hair, but being piled up, I couldn't be sure. He shushed me when I started to speak. "Just relax, woman." His voice gruff, but sweet at the same time. "We'll talk later, let me hold you and calm you down."

I let myself truly relax into him. Letting him hold me, letting him see me at the worst I've been in God knew how long, it wasn't easy. I rarely let my guard down, and when I did, it wasn't pretty. Negan had seen it over the years, and he knew what buttons to push to bring it right back to the surface. Another reason he feared me. Hard to control someone who has a worse hair trigger than your own. I hated that side of myself. The side that went red with rage and just wanted to hurt the source. It was impulsive and stupid. And I worked hard to be neither.

Daryl was clearly listening and feeling my breathing, shaking, and heart slowing. "There, now, feeling better?" He asked, kissing my temple. I sighed. "Can see why ya have a kill count, girl." I felt his chest vibrate with a chuckle. "Thought he was gonna be added to your tally."

I rolled my eyes, but gave a little giggle as well. "He just fucking gets on my nerves sometimes." I grumbled. "And if I know his buttons, then you just saw that's reciprocal as well." I pulled away to prop my chin on his chest to look up at him from below. "The things he said-"

"Were true." Daryl said. "You have fire, I just saw it flare brighter than the sun." He stroked my cheek with his thumb. "You were pissed that we were interrupted, so was I." His thumb strayed to my full lower lip. "And I already know that I'll wanna die inside you, Jessa." He'd never used my name before, so I nearly stopped breathing. "Shit, I haven't even been inside of you, and I know it." His eyes were bright and soft. "But that shit about you being HIS Queen? That's gonna end up over, and soon." He sounded so sure, so confident that he'd win this tug of war. "I don't share, woman, and I don't intend to start now."

His thumb was still on my lower lip and I answered with a flick of my tongue against the pad. I watched his eyes darken, and felt him twitch beneath me like he was holding back. He was making sure I was alright.

"I ain't no invalid, Daryl." I whispered against his thumb and he pulled me up his body to ravish my mouth again. This time neither of us held back. Moaning, I tried to be careful of his injury, but I needed more of him. He'd pulled me over his body, and I found myself straddling him again. This time he was already hard, and I made a sound nearly as indecent as his had been over the coffee. His hands cupped my ass and pushed me down more firmly against him. Jesus, if he wanted to die inside me, then I was more than game to follow him to heaven or hell.

I pulled back long enough to ask him to roll over. I wanted to feel his weight. Needed to feel him on top of me. And he obliged. Brushing his bangs away from his face, I arched up to meet his hips. Even fully clothed we felt amazing together. Our lips met again, and this time we feasted. Taking our time, learning how we fit together, how we tasted. "Like fuckin' apples," he whispered against my lips. Licking back inside with a moan, we gripped at one another's clothes.

I ran my hand under his sweatshirt, feeling the muscles I hadn't seen, but knew I'd find. I felt his muscles tense and contract under my fingertips. A hiss of breath hit my lips when my fingers went lower, sliding under the elastic waistband of the sweatpants. "Jesus, woman, don't tease me. It's been awhile and I don't want to disappoint." I chuckled into his mouth as I recapture it. As if anything he could do would ever be a disappointment.

Daryl's hands were busy as well. He'd reached into my hair and pulled out the soft elastic that held it up. As it tumbled down and around my head on the pillow, he pulled away to run his nose through the curls. "Fuck, you smell amazin'." I moaned when his fingertips found the hem of my shirt and tugged it up to expose a sliver of skin. "Saw this bit of you this morning and it's burned into my brain. His hands spanned my waist, rough and calloused and making gooseflesh break out.

"Want to see more?" I asked him breathlessly. He groaned in assent and I pushed him back enough to pull the top off of me. The sight of me half naked seemed to make him speechless, but he found another way to show his appreciation. His head dipped and he captured a nipple in his mouth. I had to stifle my noise, certain that Negan hadn't informed the guard that I'd be taken care of in this way. I would die before we'd be interrupted this time.

Daryl's lips suckled, and then I felt a gentle nip from his teeth and I had to grab a pillow to smother the noise that I was sure would carry to the yard outside. "Ya like a little pain, Jessa?" He asked, his breath making my nipple uncomfortably hard. I felt his smile against my skin. "I think I may already be dead, darlin'. Cause this is gonna feel like heaven."

My pajama pants joined my shirt and I lay before him completely bare. He licked his lips like he was starving and I was a full buffet of all his favorite foods. Jesus, how had this man not been taken already? Did his community have no single women? Were they all blind? He dropped down to my skin again, moving from my breasts to lick his way down my stomach. Talk about heaven, I thought as I felt him settle between my legs. I looked down and saw him waiting to lock our eyes together again, then he flicked his tongue out, touching just my outer lips. I arched up to meet him and his hands locked on my hips, holding me to the mattress.

"Now, now." He scolded, his breath reeking havoc on my dampness. "Did I say you could move?" Dear Lord, he was going to go full dominate on me. Jesus, why was he worried about not satisfying me?

I moaned, staring down at him and he smiled. "Fuck, how did you know?" I gasped, watching his eyes crinkle in mirth.

His smile was killing me as was the anticipation. "Pretty damn obvious. If you'd just wanted a quick fuck, you'd have tried last night." His arms were still holding down my hips, but he moved his hand to let his fingers spread me open. "You deny yourself, and me, but not just to give me time to heal or acclimate. I think you like the anticipation. Hell, pretty sure you wouldn't have come to my side of the table if I hadn't given you permission." He flicked his tongue against my exposed sensitive skin. I moaned again, and he smiled against me. "You like control, but you also want permission to let go." Another flick of his tongue. Fuck, he was playing me like a violin. "I'm more than willin' to help ya with that." Keeping my eyes locked on his, he dived in, feasting on me like he'd die without my taste.

It didn't take long before I felt myself clenching around nothingness, but feeling the need to anyway. Fuck, he was going to kill me with just his mouth. And damn if I was going to let that happen. "Stop!" I begged, pleading. "I need you inside of me, Daryl."

I felt him hum against me, but he kept going. Clearly a driven man. "Please, please, please." He fastened his mouth around my clit and suckled and I exploded, grabbing the pillow from where I'd tossed it and screaming my orgasm into it. I couldn't see his face, but I felt him moaning against me, definitely enjoying my reaction to him pleasuring me. As I arched into his mouth and rode the wave against him, I felt myself relax fully. I pulled the pillow away from my face and looked down at him resting against my stomach. My hands slid through his hair, brushing it away from his forehead. Scratching lightly against his scalp as he finally looked up at me. His mouth and lipls were still wet from me, and he looked pretty fucking proud of himself.

"Get the fuck up here and kiss me, Daryl." I demanded and he laughed, kissing his way back up my body and giving both my breasts more than ample attention as he rose. Finally his lips met mine. I could taste myself, but his flavor was the overriding one. And one I was slowly becoming addicted to. Pulling back and pressing my forehead against his, I smiled. "Disappoint me?" I whispered, looking deeply into his eyes. "I don't think that's fucking possible." I tugged at the hem of his shirt, not voicing the need I had for his skin against mine, but he received it loud and clear.

"Demanding lil Queen ain't ya?" He asked, pulling away and ripping his shirt off his body. I gave a snap to the waistband of his pants and he smirked. "Should make you wait," he threatened, but seeing my eyes narrow at the thought he chuckled. "That wouldn't do, would it? Can't have my woman too frustrated."

I grinned like an idiot at him claiming me as his woman. I was validated when he tugged his pants from his body and tossed them to the floor. I finally had full reign of his naked body, but I still wanted him on top of me. His weight was soothing and exciting at the same time. I ran my fingers down his neck, over his collarbone, and over his chest. He let me touch and test every one of his scars, and I revelled in knowing that I was why his nipples were hard pebbles. I touched each tip and heard his sharp intake of breath. Over his stomach and across the v of his defined hips. Jesus, one day I was going to take the same trip with my mouth. Reaching the part of him I needed the most, I wasn't disappointed. Hard and silky, it was enough to make my mouth go dry. His eyes, already dark turned almost black at my stroke.

"I want you, Daryl Dixon." I said, pulling him toward me and flicking my tongue against his neck. "Please?" Begging him felt right, and I nearly died when he leaned down to line himself up with me.

His head slid against my damp lips, pushing them apart. I felt him breach my opening and let out a sigh and a moan. Finally, I thought with a strange clarity for the moment, I'm home. As he filled me, and rested his pelvis against mine, our eyes met. And I knew he felt it too. Shook us both to our cores, but we couldn't stop if we tried. Soon we were moving together like we'd been doing it all our lives. He seemed to know exactly how to make my body move and clutch against him. I felt him tighten against me, knowing neither of us were going to make this a marathon. "Don't stop, Daryl." I whispered up at him, rocking my hips against him.

Together we rode higher and higher, then within seconds of my second explosive orgasm, he came, deep inside of me and I felt him react to my walls clutching him and milking him dry. He groaned, and fell forward, crushing me wonderfully with his weight and I wrapped my arms around him.

"Shit, girl." His breath tickled my sweaty throat. "You're enough to make a man fall to pieces." As he slowly softened inside me, he pulled out reluctantly, clearly as needing of our joining as I was. "Damn it." He cursed, as he felt a gentle ooze of his semen push from inside of me. "I probably shouldn't have done THAT though."

I chuckled. "Negan found a huge stockpile of birth control early on in his taking over the Sanctuary. Trust me, we're covered." He pulled me into his body as he turned. Laying me across his chest again, and kissing me gently.

"Good," he said, simply. "Because I don't want a barrier between us. Wanna feel every inch of you against me."

Neither did I, I thought. Neither did I.