Page 10 of Hell's Queen

“Don’t worry. You don’t have to be my hellhound anymore. You don’t have to feel used or taken advantage of,” I said, moving around him and going into my room. Three sets of footsteps follow me, closing the door behind us. But a moment later, Ryker enters his room.

“Oh… we might need a bigger bed,” he says.

I roll my eyes, a smirk on my lips.

“Are you okay?” He moves to me.

I take a deep breath. “People are pissing me off.”

He nodded.

“First Draco, now Inarian and Thorne. Pains in my fucking ass.”

Hazen chuckles. “Don’t forget us.”

I smile a bit before sighing and hugging Ryker. “I’m sorry this happened, but I am so glad you are okay.”

He hums. “It’s okay. No one said it would be easy dating the Queen of Hell.”

I nod at that. I wish things weren’t like this, but this is what I had to do. Being the queen sucked at first, but today showed me that there are things I need to take care of to protect the faes and my kingdom. I just wish it didn’t take me so long to figure it out.

“Stop thinking so much,” Ryker says, about to kiss me, but his eyes lock on Ledger.

Following his eyes, I glance at Ledger, sitting in a chair and watching us. “Are you scared to kiss me in front of Ledger?”

“He’s a rabid dog,” Ryker states, pointing at how hard Ledger is staring.

“Please, I fucked Hazen in front of him. The man just wants to be included in what his possession does. You could fuck me right now with my blood on me, and he’ll probably come in his pants.”

Ledger snorts. “Never.”

I roll my eyes, grabbing Ryker and pulling him into me. Once our lips touch, I taste the sweat on his lips mixed with an iron sweetness. I pull back, looking up. I almost lost him… My pink-haired fae. The one that knows I love him. This game I am playing with Ledger doesn’t seem like fun anymore. “I’m so sorry.”

He shushes me as his hand runs up my back, and I almost forget where we are and who is still in the room. I glance at Hazen while goosebumps rise on his skin. Should I be doing this while worrying about Khazon? No, definitely not. But I can’t help it. These men have always been by my side, and I love everything about them. Khazon can handle himself, and Oz is protected by hellhounds.

I motion Hazen to come closer as Ryker runs his nose down my neck. How the fuck does that make my knees weak? Hazen kisses me as soon as he’s close enough. The idea of having two of my men right in front of two others turns me on.

“She smells good,” Ryker mutters, pulling the hem of my shirt over my head. I only drawback from Hazen for one moment to let it get off me. Ryker unclips my bra, letting my nipples free, and they prickle at the cold air.

My breath hitches as Hazen and Ryker both back me up to the bed. I thought I would be in charge of this situation, but they are. I am at their mercy.

Ryker gets my shoes off as my head hits the pillow, and despite my own blood covering me, Hazen licks down my chest, long tongue taking in my nipple.

I moan and arch my back, head falling back onto the pillow.

“Just,” Ledger says impatiently, standing and burning my jeans off my body. “Stop going slow.”

I snort. “Sit down, boy, before I dominate you.”

He cocks a brow but moves back to his seat. I can tell he wants to dominate me but doesn’t want to interrupt. I glance at Jigsaw, and his green eyes are on my body. He just got to feel me completely bare, but he’s unable to do anything as a threesome because of his acid.

I’ll be on my knees later as an apology.

Ryker rips off my panties, drawing my attention back to the two men with me. Within seconds, he’s on me, climbing between my legs.

I look down at him, my toes curling from Hazen’s tongue on my nipple.

Ryker’s long tongue runs around my inner thigh.

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