Chapter 27
Beast
Sorry, Neo, I havebig plans for my Queen, and I don't have any intention of doing them through him.
I’m up and out of my seat in seconds, Neo tucked away but watching closely. I prowl towards Queenie, her eyes widening when she realizes Neo has left the building and I’m in control now. She bites her lip, her eyes fallen into lusty slits.
“I’ve been wondering when you would come out to play again,” she murmurs.
Not saying a word, I grab one of her daggers from her thigh, bring it up to my palm, and slice it into the soft flesh just deep enough to make me bleed. She gasps and drops the dagger, watching as I rub the blood together in my hands like paint, coating every inch before placing my hands on each side of her face, smearing the blood on her cheeks, down her arms, and over her breasts.
“Better,” I growl out. She's panting heavily now, and I swear I can smell her juices dripping from her pussy.
She grabs one of my hands and locks eyes with me as she licks some blood off my palm in one long swipe. My chest rumbles with a deep appreciation for that little move.
“Fuck,” she moans. Needing to have my fun with her, I bend down and throw her over my shoulder.
“Why does he always get her after she kills?” Axel bitches.
My head snaps over to him, my eyes filled with something far too feral for his liking. “Mine!” I snarl, my voice filled with deadly promise if anyone tries to come between me and my Queen right now. She lets out a whimper as her body shivers in response to my tone. She's not afraid, no, quite the opposite. She's turned on, desperate to be dominated by the beast.
Taking off like a thief in the night, I go to the one place that I’ve been dying to have my fun with her; her dungeon.
Flicking on the light, it illuminates the room with a red glow. I head straight for the bed in the corner of the room. This isn't my dungeon. I’m just a guest pleasing its master, so I don't want to push my luck. The first time I was with her it was mostly out of anger and frustration. This time it’s raw lust and love. I want to control her pleasure, not her.Never her.
Tossing her on the middle of the bed, she lets out a little squeak as she bounces. She says nothing as she moves to lean back on her arms, propping herself up so that she can watch me.
The big, bad killer is gone, replaced by an eager woman seeking something she can't get with anyone else.
Quickly, I rid myself of my clothes, needing to do the same to her so that I can feel her soft, creamy skin under mine. I want to touch it, lick it, mark it, and fuck it. I want all of her. I want to worship at her feet, then worship every inch of her dripping, needy cunt.
Her eyes are hungry and desperate for me. This powerful killer, this woman who brings every man to her feet, dead or alive, is looking at me with such desperation that I feel so damn honored that she's choosing me to give up all her control for. Because it means she trusts me, trust us. One thing is for sure, both Neo and I would rather die a thousand agonizing deaths than cause her any unwanted pain.
I stand there before her, naked with my cock so painfully hard and desperate for her that it drips with pre-cum. My chest rises and falls with steady breaths as I will myself to make this last.
She whimpers when I grab my cock, palming my shaft, and gliding my hand up and down my length as I stare at her intensely. Crawling on the bed, I cover her body with mine, forcing her to lay completely on her back.
“I love you,” I tell her, my voice husky with need as I gaze into her glimmering eyes.
“I love you too,” she breathes out, almost a whisper.
“Do you trust me?” I ask. She hasn't used these words before with any one of us that I know of, so hearing her say the three words Neo and I have been yearning for would complete our heart and soul.
She swallows thickly, eyes blinking as she wages a war within herself before nodding. “I trust you.”
We beam down at her, Neo shining bright for just a moment before I take over, claiming her lips in a needy, messy, punishing kiss. She moans into my mouth as she melts back into the bed.
I want to taste her until she's gushing out my favorite flavor. I want to tease her until she can’t take it anymore, desperate for her release, and my cock.
But, she still has that fucking dress on.It’s in the way.
Reluctantly, I break the kiss, my eyes trailing over the blood painted on her body, my blood. A possessive growl leaves my throat and she sucks in a little breath as she licks her lips, rubbing her thighs together.
“I need you bare and under me now. I need to feel your skin against mine,” I growl out, going to rip off the dress.
Queenie comes out for a second, cocking a brow. “If you fucking rip this thousand-dollar dress off my body, I will rip your balls from your body,” she snarls.Fuck, she’s amazing.
“Axel is right. You are a brat.” I chuckle deeply.