Page 75 of Drama Queen

“Because Jean,” I spread my fingers around her neck, solely encircling it until my palm lay flat against her skin, and I squeezed, “we’re going to remove it.”

Her eyes went wide, and Jean sucked in a sharp hiss of air as I restricted her breathing. Reed growled behind her, the sound going to my cock as he rumbled that primal claim. When Jean went to reach for my hand, Reed snatched her arm and lockedit behind her at the small of her back in a movement that was lightning-fast.

With her even more at our mercy, Reed secured Jean’s arm in place with his elbow as he roughly took her breast in his grip, going straight for her nipple and pinching.

“Ahh, my neck!”

“That’s my good girl.” I looked over Jean’s shoulder at Reed. “If you’ll be so kind, Reaper.”

Reed grinned sadistically. He was a cruel bastard when he wanted to be, and that usually included “play time.” Kai had been the welcome recipient of several hours of Reed's vicious form of torture since we’d all connected, and I had to admit that it was going to be very fun to watch just how much our newest mate could take.

I liked to command the scene, demanding my mates perform for me before claiming one or both of their asses. This new cast of characters was going to be wickedly fun to play with, and witnessing our Queen fall apart on our cocks would be a sight I wouldn’t soon forget.

As Reed released Jean’s breast to reach into his pocket and procure his signature blade, I took my fill of Jean’s nipple in his place, rolling the tight bead between my fingers. I wanted this fucking dress out of the way so that I could see her, and lucky me, that was next on the list.

Jean trembled as Reed pushed her head forward onto my chest, flourishing his knife in a twirl before placing the tip of the blade gently on the back of Jean’s neck.

“Feel free to scream, Princess.” I admired Reed’s expression as he smoothed the knife point over Jean’s skin to find the implant. “I love it when they scream.”

As Jean squirmed against me, I lowered my mouth to the gentle shell of her ear, bunching up the long skirt of her gown in my fingers before ducking my hand between her legs.

“Do you like pain, omega? Is your pussy dripping with the prospect of it?” I whispered low, overjoyed that the betas hadn’t bothered to give our Queen panties. “Your feverish scent says so. Now, cry out for us, Jean. Let’s get that pesky thing out of there so we can breed you properly.”

I slipped my middle finger into her slit just as Reed made his first cut. Jean’s slick was smeared over her thighs, and she clamped down around my finger as the pain hit her, singing so beautifully for us.

“Fuck!” she hollered, her voice echoing off the lofty ceiling.

Pumped inside her as Reed finished removing the implant, and Jean rocked her hips against my hand, riding my fingers like a good little omega. The wave of heat that crested off her was nearly immediate after the device was removed, and I felt Kai’s own heat latch onto Jean’s, emboldening it and driving it higher.

“There we are, precious.” I smoothed Jean’s slick over her clit, circling my finger over the sensitive bud. “Now the fun can really start.”

“Cane, oh, fucking hell, I…” Jean’s words tumbled out of her, her desperate movements to get more from my finger so very delicious.

Reed yanked her head up off my chest, pulling her head back by her hair, and then he was dropping his mouth to the back of her neck, lapping up Jean’s blood. My cock thickened all the more, a needy drop of precum spreading over me as it smeared against my slacks.

“You smell so divine, love.” Kai practically whined the words from his knees, his hand traveling up the inside of Jean’s thigh and joining me where I pinched her clit.

Jean jerked against us. “Ahh!”

“That’s right, Princess. Keep screaming for me,” Reed growled, and when he looked up from her neck, his lips were painted crimson.

I pulled him to my mouth over Jean’s shoulder, tasting her off his tongue. Beneath Jean’s dress, Kai and I worked together, him pinching her clit steady as I flicked it. She shuddered, her knees buckling so that she was held up by Reed’s hold on her hair and mine on her neck.

Pulling back, I met Reed’s deadly stare. “Get this fucking dress off her.”

He grinned, all too happy to oblige. As he stepped back, I took my hand away, looking down at Kai and gesturing toward the bed across the room.

“Get the jewelry,” I ordered. “And the leash.”

Smiling with lust-lidded eyes, Kai nodded. He hurried over to the bed, pulling out the leash from underneath along with the slim box that held the unique piece of jewelry I’d ordered for our new Queen. I wasn’t sure when we’d be using it, but as soon as we’d all realized that she was our final scent match, all bets were off.

With a teasing sneer, I barked at Kai. “And strip, fuck boy. You have work to do.”

A shudder claimed his body as my words crashed against his omega wiring. He shed his clothes in a flash, his long cock bobbing as it sprung free from his slacks. A sticky trail of his potent precum stretched from the tip of Kai’s cock to his boxers before snapping free and falling to his shaft. That cum of his would-be fucking gold right now, and my knot pulsed as I thought about how fertile it would make our sweet Jean.

The abrupt sound of tearing pulled my attention back to Jean and Reed. As I held her up by her neck, her legs barely able to take her weight right now, Reed used his impressive strength to rip open the back of her gown, shoving the halves down her shoulders.

Jean gasped, her eyes saucers in her face, and she shook her head ever so slightly. “The dress.”

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