Page 85 of Savage Queen (Blood Empire 3)

“No!” Neo says, hugging the monkey to his chest. “I want him.”

“This isn’t a pet store, it’s a fucking zoo, and we already have a mini one back at home.”

“What's one more?” Neo says, giving me a pout.

“Casper!” One of the workers shouts from behind Neo, looking around worried. She runs over to us. “Have you seen a Capuchin Monkey? His name is Casper, and he was there when you guys were visiting. But I can’t find him.” She looks ready to cry, and I look at Neo with hard eyes, glaring at him. He has the decency to look guilty. “I raised him from a baby, he’s like a child to me. God, I don’t know what I’d do if I lost him.”

She looks around frantically, and after a moment Neo lets out a growl. “Fine,” he huffs, pulling the monkey out of his shirt and handing it over to the woman. “Here,” he mutters.

She takes Casper and hugs him close, kissing the top of his little head as he clings to her. She looks at Neo furiously, but before she can say anything I speak up.

“He’s sorry for taking him. But what matters is he’s safe and with you. You will take him and go on with your day as if nothing happened, alright?” I won't take kindly to being kicked out before we’ve had the chance to see the rest of the exhibits. We only have the elephants and giraffes left anyways.

She looks like she wants to argue with me, but I’m sure she knows who I am, they all do. So she just shoots a glare at Neo and turns to walk away.

“And his name isn’t Casper, it's Marcel!” he calls after her.

“Neo,” I say, finally letting a laugh slip out. “You can’t be doing this kind of stuff.”

“Try and stop me,” he says with a look of pure mischievousness.

“AndI’vebeen called the brat.” I roll my eyes and slap him on the arm.

“If I’m a brat, maybe you should spank me,” he suggests, pulling me into his arms. His hands slide down my back and down to cup my ass, giving it a hard squeeze as he rocks into me with his hard cock.

“You would love that,” I say, my eyes growing heavy-lidded with lust as my belly heats up.

“You know it.” He leans down and sucks my ear lobe into his mouth, making me arch my back, pressing myself into him as a moan slips free. He bites it hard, making my nails dig into his back. “I’ve missed you, my queen.”

I’m hit with guilt because since I’ve been back, I’ve been working so hard to keep my mind busy, so I wouldn’t think about what happened to me, what Triver did. With trying to make sure everyone got time with me and working at the club and seeing that Queenie gets some time, I haven’t seen much of Neo. I miss him, but a part of me feels like he loves Queenie more than me. I know it’s stupid, I see the way he looks at me. But I’m afraid that maybe Harlow isn’t crazy enough for his liking.

“Me, or Queenie?” I ask, immediately smacking myself for letting that slip.

He narrows his eyes at me in question. “What do you mean?”

I look over to the others sitting at the picnic table as they eat the ice cream we grabbed not too long ago. They’re all laughing and talking, making me smile before looking back to Neo. “You love the blood, the crazy, the murder. And so do I. But not on the same level as Queenie,” I tell him, and his hold on me tightens. “Sometimes I feel...that you fell in love with that part of me and kind of just took the rest of me as part of the packaged deal.” I really hope I’m over thinking this right now because if I’m right, and Neo loves Queenie more than me, I’ll be fucking crushed.

A growl rumbles deep in Neo’s chest sending a thrill of heat through my body. “I don’t want you to think for a moment that I don’t love you. No, scratch that, I fucking worship you. Every sexy inch of you. Harlow, Queenie, doesn’t matter because both have an equal part of my heart. I have loved you, Harlow McKaven, ever since we were teenagers. You owned my mind, body, and soul from the moment I laid eyes on you. When I met Queenie, I thought she was my only way to be with you because back then I knew I was too damaged, too dark, and too depraved for you. But once I saw this new you, that this new Harlow was just as fucked up in the head as Queenie, I knew I could have you both.”

One of his hands comes up and cups the back of my head. “I’ll be honest, Beast loves you, but he loves you, like Queenie loves Sam. Him and Queenie run on the same wavelength.”

“I know what you mean,” I nod. And I get it. I love Beast too, but he’s right, he's more for Queenie than me. Maybe I have more humanity than Queenie?

“I love you so fucking much it consumes my whole being. Do you understand me?” he growls, and fuck me my core floods at his words. He’s normally so submissive that seeing him be more alpha male makes my body hum.

I can’t help but squeal like a girly girl inside at his words. They help settle something inside me that's been eating away at me.

“I love you too.” I smile up at him and let out a squeak of surprise as his lips crash into mine. Picking me up by the thighs, he spins me, pushing into the wall of the building next to us. We’re still in view of the others, so I know he won't take it further than this. Not with Rosie nearby.

“Fuck,” he groans, rolling his hips so that his hard cock grinds against my aching pussy. “I want to sink my cock into you right now and show you just how much I’m obsessed with you.”

I moan as he starts to kiss and suck on my neck while I cling to him. “I wish you could too.”

“Tonight, you’re mine,” he growls, kissing me again.

“We can’t.” I pant out, trying to catch my breath when we pull apart again. “I’m on my period.”

Neo gives me this dark, hungry look as a rich, deep chuckle leaves his swollen lips. “You think blood would turn me away from you?”

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