Page 43 of Savage Queen (Blood Empire 3)

Chapter 13

Axel

“So, where were we?”she asks, her eyes bright with hunger. Fuck, my cock has been hard from the moment she stepped out onto the stage, maybe even a little before that.

I was transfixed the whole time, unable to look away, to properly breathe. She’s a fucking goddess, and I’ll spend the rest of my life worshipping at her feet.

“I’m pretty sure I was about to carry you to your office, bend you over, and fuck you until you can’t walk,” I growl, grabbing her hips and pulling her flush to my body, showing her just how much I want her.

“Well, get to it, mountain man,” she purrs, then lets out a squeal that turns into laughter as I pick her back up like before. Wrapping her slender legs around my waist, she rolls her hips, making me groan at the feeling of her pussy against my cock.

Her lips meet mine in a hungry frenzy as I carry her through the crowd and to her office.

Pushing her against her office door, I rip my lips away from her, moving to her neck. I suck and bite at her flesh, loving the sexy moans leaving her bright red lips.

“Axel,” she growls. “If your cock isn’t inside me in the next thirty seconds, I will chop it off and do it myself.”

Chuckling against her neck, I give it one last kiss before pulling back to look into her lust filled eyes. “Are you wet for me, My Queen? Does your pretty pussy ache to have my cock fill it up?”

“Yes,” she grits out. She’s used to being in charge, and she’ll always be. But allowing us to love her like this, is something I know the guys have been wanting for a while.

Having her dominate us is hot as hell but we’re all alpha males. It’s who we are, and sometimes an alpha just wants to take care of his woman.

I love both Harlow and Queenie, but I’ve been enjoying the separation. Seeing Harlow as herself without Queenie hovering to take control is a nice change.

“Then who would I be if I made my Queen wait?” I tease giving her a hungry grin.

“A fucking asshole!” she snaps back. “Now, fuck me like you own me,” she challenges, cocking a brow.

That sets something off inside of me. With a snarl, I move her so that she’s over my shoulder.

“What the fuck?” she protests, slapping my ass with her little fists.

“Enough out of you,” I command, slapping her on the ass and opening her office door. I kick it shut with my foot and prowl towards her desk as she fights me every step of the way.

“I’m gonna kill you for that!” she shouts, but I ignore her, sweeping her desk clean. “I’m gonna gut you like a fucking fish,” she continues as I lay her down on her back. She tries to get up, but I hold her down with one hand. “Fucking bastard, let me go.”

Getting to my knees, I work fast before she decides to reach for her dagger and make a home for it in my body.

“If you don’t let me go right... Oh fuck!” she moans, her protest getting cut off as I rip her panties off and replace them with my mouth.

I feast on her drenched pussy like a starved man who hasn’t seen a decent meal in years. She tastes like heaven and hell all rolled into one.

“Fuck yes, put that mouth to good use,” she moans, gripping my long blond locks tightly in her fist. She doesn’t hold back, grinding her pussy against my mouth, my beard getting soaked with her juices.

Gripping her thighs, I hold her to me while lapping, sucking, and nipping until she’s a screaming mess above me.

My cock strains against my jeans, desperate to be buried deep inside her warm cunt. But I need to please her first. I’m not sure if Harlow requires a certain amount of orgasms like Queenie, but I plan on giving her at least two before we’re done here.

She’s close, I can feel it as her thighs tremble around my head. Her grip on me is painful, but the pain only makes my cock throb harder. Nails dig into my scalp as she screams dirty things at me.

Wanting to push her over the edge, I thrust two fingers into her wet pussy, hooking them over her G spot and rubbing until her back arches and she’s calling out my name.

A gush of release coats my face, and I swallow it down, not wanting to miss a drop of what this Queen is gracing me with.

“Damn it, Axel. I guess you’re good for more than just getting on my fucking nerves.” She grins up at me as I stand, towering over her. Her skin is flushed, cheeks pink and eyes laden with desire. “Now, how about you put that monster cock to good use? I need more.”

“You’re a brat, you know?” I growl, reaching for the zipper to my jeans. I undo them, letting them drop to my ankles before I step out and kick them to the side. She bites her lip as her eyes zone in on my cock, but they move up my body as I pull my shirt off.

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