Page 1 of Deadmen's Queen

Chapter One

PAIGE

The halls of Blackvellyn University twisted and turned as I raced down them in my dream, followed by floating skulls and the haunting laugh of my mother. Every door I opened led to the feasting hall in the Underworld clubhouse, until finally all the doors converged, and I was back on the stage. This time, it was my mother snapping the metal cuffs around my wrists as I begged to be released. She stepped back and the skulls floated closer. They surrounded me, black tongues flicking over my skin as she watched, and I screamed, but no sound left my lips. One pushed between my legs, and despite the terror, heat flooded my body as its tongue pushed inside me. I gasped at the sensations as it licked and sucked at my pussy, sending pleasure through my body like electricity.

I reached down, running my hands through short silky hair, pulling him closer as he feasted on me. My eyes flicked open as it occurred to me that skulls do not have hair, and the details of the bedroom in the club came into focus. My breath came in gasps and pants as Bast’s tongue worked its magic on my flesh, and I moaned. My nightmares faded as his hands firmly grasped my thighs, holding me down as he devoured me with an intensity that sent shockwaves through my body. He groaned against me, the vibration only intensifying the building pressure within.

“Bast,” I gasped, my hands pulling him closer. His tongue probed deeper, pushing me toward a precipice that I was all too ready to tumble over.

He drew back, his eyes sparking with mischief and heat. “Already?”

I nodded, breathless and wanting. He lapped at me again, every stroke of his tongue pushing my heartbeat faster. My nails dug into the skin of his scalp as my body convulsed, the first wave of orgasm sweeping through me. I screamed out, my voice echoing in the empty room. He didn't stop though, his tongue circling my clit as he lapped up my release, and I was spiralling again. He pushed a finger inside me, curling around as he sucked hard on my already sensitive clit and I screamed out in pleasure and surprise, arching off the bed as the world shattered around me.

Finally, when I was left panting and weak from my climaxes, he raised his head, a wicked smirk on his face as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes, gleaming with satisfaction, travelled down my bare form splayed out for him. I felt a blush creeping up on me, though I had been working hard to chase away my old prudish habits.

“You're even more beautiful this morning,” he said.

He crawled up my body, his lips brushing against mine in a tender kiss. His taste, mixed with my own, was intoxicating and addictive, and I rubbed myself against him, craving more.

“We need to go,” Bast murmured against my lips. “Me and the guys have a business thing, and it’s important, or I’d be very happy to spend longer hearing you scream my name. Come and shower with me.”

I nodded, and he pulled away, rolling off the bed and heading into the bathroom. As the adrenaline from my climaxes ebbed away, thoughts of the night before crept into my mind. I wasn’t sure what time Bast had come to bed with me, but I’d sat on the bathroom floor at least an hour before crawling, physically and emotionally exhausted, into bed. It had been her all along. My mother, setting me up to be sexually assaulted and manipulating my life just so she could get her revenge. I still couldn’t quite believe it. I knew the way she’d treated me my whole life wasn’t normal, that she hated me, but deep down, there was still that little girl who would do anything to get her mother to love her. Tears pricked my eyes, and I swallowed, shoving the thoughts away. I needed some time by myself to think, to try and find some way of getting out of her controlling grip.

I reached for my pyjama bottoms automatically trying to cover up, before remembering that Bast had just seen my bottom half, and if we’re going to shower together, he’d soon see the rest too. Fighting against my mother’s voice in my head screaming that I was a slut, I pulled the top over my head, dropping it to the floor, and walked into the bathroom completely naked.

Steam rose from the glass shower enclosure, and standing in front of it was Bast. He’d already stripped off his briefs, and my eyes travelled down his toned body. A couple of inches shorter than Nate, but a little taller than Tristan, his body was more slender, but perfectly sculpted, and his cock was already hard from what we’d been doing in the bedroom. I licked my lips just looking at it, then blushed as I raised my eyes to find him watching me. He gave me a look that had my insides fluttering and my knees weakening.

He held out his hand and I took it, letting him guide me into the shower. I closed my eyes as the hot water swept over me, making me gasp. Bast pulled me back against his chest, reaching for the soap and a cloth. I sighed as he began to wash my body, the friction of the cloth making my skin tingle as I felt his hard cock pressing against me from behind.

He moved in slow, sensual patterns, washing every inch of my body as I leaned against him, the heat from his body chasing away the chill of dread that still lingered from my dreams. “You're shaking,” he murmured, halting his movements to wrap me in his arms.

“I'm just cold,” I lied.

Bast turned me around to face him, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts. His fingers brushed over my nipples, causing them to stiffen under his touch.

“You should let me warm you up then.”

“Bast,” I whispered, my voice shaky and filled with want. He responded with a low growl. Pulling me closer, he locked his lips onto mine in a passionate kiss that made my legs weaken. I felt his hardened length against my belly, and a small whimper escaped my lips as I pushed against him.

Bast slid his hands up into my hair as he kissed me, then pulled his mouth away. He held me still, intense dark eyes boring into mine. “Can you feel what you do to me, Paige?”

I nodded, sucking in my breath as he pushed himself against me.

“Tell me what you do.”

“I… I don’t…”

“Tell me, Paige. Say the words.”

I dropped my eyes, as I murmured. “I make you hard.”

“Eyes on me, Paige.”

I blushed hard as I met his gaze again.

“Don’t be embarrassed. You make me so fucking hard. Even the slightest taste of your pussy has me desperate to be inside you.”

I breathed in, and he shook his head. “Not now, but soon. Right now, you’re going to beg me to suck my cock.” I nodded eagerly, and he laughed.

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