Chapter 9
Neo
Istare at her sleepingface, urging myself not to touch her. But it’s so hard. She’s here, she’s in front of me, and she looks so fucking tempting.
So what do I do instead?I lay next to her, and watch her like the obsessed creep that I am.
Her black lashes rest against the underside of her eyes. Her pink, pouty lips part slightly. Her breathing is soft and even. She looks like Snow White, if Snow White had longer black hair and loved to bathe in blood.
My hands are tucked up under my cheek, my face so close to hers, I’m almost going cross-eyed. I’ve been up for the past hour like this. I have to piss like a racehorse, and my dick won’t go down from my morning wood. But it never really does when we’re around her.
Her eyes blink open slowly, and she locks eyes with me. It takes her a moment for her brain to catch up, then she lets out a choked startled sound. A jolt of pain shoots through my face as her fist meets my nose.
I grunt, a sick grin taking over my face as blood starts to gush from my nose. She’s on me in a flash, straddling my hips with a dagger pressed against my neck.
“Morning, My Queen. Did you sleep well?” I ask her as she towers over me, her chest heaving with adrenaline.
“Fuck’s sake, Neo,” she curses as she sits up straighter, taking the dagger away from my neck. I pout at the loss, loving where that was heading.
“Sorry.” I grin up at her as she brushes back her wild black hair. “I just needed to be sure you were really here.” I wipe at the blood from my nose with my thumb, then suck it clean.
Her face softens, and I cock a brow. “I’d say sorry about this,” she says, waving to my bloody face. “But you deserved it. You can’t do shit like that unless you want to get stabbed.”
“Babe, this is me we’re talking about. I always wanna get stabbed. Especially by you.” I wiggle my eyebrows, my heart beating faster at the smile she gives me.
“Trust me, I didn’t forget,” she laughs. But this laugh is different. It’s light, musical and airy. This Harlow... this Harlow is different. Needing to know, I wipe more of my blood from my face and bring two fingers up to smear it across her lips. She lets me do it, staring at me the whole time. And when her tongue pokes out to lick her lips clean, I almost cream my pants.
“You know,” she says, leaning over so that her mouth is hovering over mine. “If you want to know, just ask.” She rolls her hips against my hard cock, and I let out a needy groan.
“Fuck,” I hiss. “Fine, who are you?”
She leans back and grins. “Harlow, silly. Who else would I be?”
I narrow my eyes at her. “Where’s Queenie?”
“Back here,” she says tapping on her head.
“She’s letting you take control for a while?” I ask.
“Yup,” she grins. “You locked Beast away I see?”
“Yeah,” I sigh. “Bastard almost didn’t let me come back out.”
“How much do you know? Since he took over,” she asks, cocking her head to the side.
“A little. I knew you went missing, and I knew you were gone for a little while, but that’s about it. Fucker fought hard to keep me bottled up tight. I mean, I love blood and killing just as much as he does, but he got all the fun,” I pout.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure Queenie or I will let you play really soon,” she winks.
When Beast let me have control over my body again, I found myself in front of Dean, not really sure what the fuck was going on. He told me Harlow was back, safe and sound, and I practically plowed over him to get back here to her. I found her in bed sleeping with Cass, so I slipped in, needing to feel her against me.
Dean told me who took her, and I was livid. You think Beast can do damage? I’m just as fucking bad. But then he told me that Queenie brought back his head in one hand and his dick in the other, and I calmed down a bit. I really would have loved to have played with him, but I’m glad he’s no longer an issue.
I’m not sure how the fucker was able to take her, seeing how she swore he was dead for a long time, but I know better than to ask questions and piss her off. If she mentions it, then I’ll know, if not I’ll leave it.
“I told you to leave her alone and let her sleep,” Cass growls, both mine and Harlow’s attention snapping over to him. He stands in the open door, arms crossed looking like an angry lion.
“Oh, chill, Cassy boy. I didn’t wake her. She woke up all on her own.” I roll my eyes.