Page 19 of Hell's Queen

“We are okay. Just don’t know how to calm him down,” Ozias says. Ozzy's speaking draws Khazon’s attention, and his dark eyes land on me. His bare, broad shoulders relax as his chin lifts. His dark wings spread, and before I can tell what he is going to do, he takes off toward me. Everyone reacts, but I brace myself.

When Khazon gets close, I wrap myself around him, twisting and using my weight to knock him off balance. I tumble against the ground, looking up, and he lands on his feet more gracefully than me.

“Remember when we used to fight like this?” he asks.

I do remember. He couldn’t control his demonic side, and our demons would fight. “Bring it, Angel of Death.”

He charges, wrapping his arms around me and taking flight into the air. I wrap my arms around his shoulders tightly. The whipping of tree branches hits my back as we take off in the air. We break into the air, right above the others.

“Don’t you dare drop me,” I scream.

But he doesn’t move from the spot.

I look up, seeing his eyes on the village and towns nearby. Even at night, the village is alive. “Pretty, huh?”

He looks at me, growling. “How do you do that shit? I want to destroy everyone and everything, but you just… calm me.”

I shrug, wrapping my legs under his wings. “I’m your good luck charm.”

“Barely a good luck thing, Asura.”

His hands grab my thighs, and I remember I’m completely bare other than the T-shirt. We look at each other, nothing moving except for his wings. He slowly moves us away from Ryker and the others, closer to the border that Agnus put up. My throat dries up as his hands run up my thighs. One reaches down, grabbing a fistful of my bare ass and pressing me right against his crotch.

“Khazon,” I say in a whisper as my breath hitches. He’s hard, throbbing through his pants.

“You can’t tell me you don’t feel this between us.”

“Not the Angel of Death, just Khazon,” I admit, not thinking it would help.

Suddenly, his looming darkness disappears, just leaving his chestnut wings. They keep us in the air, but it’s him. His bronze golden skin and his chestnut hair are back. “You calm me because I love you.”

I swallow. “You saved me. You came back for me, even though you hate me.”

He shakes his head, using his free hand to push my hair back from my face. “I could never hate you, Asura. I was hurt. All these other men get to touch you, taste you, and hear you moan their names. What about me? You love me, and I love you. Why are you holding back?”

My lips part, and I think back to what my brother said. “I didn’t want us to end badly and not be friends anymore, and I didn’t want to choose between you and Ozzy. I wanted and loved you both.”

“Do you still?” he asks, pulling me closer to his lips.

My hands are shaking, and my breath is in my throat. “Yes. I still do.”

He captures my lips, and everything in the world freezes. Fireworks explode inside as something shatters within me. It seems almost impossible that the others could hear as the worlds collide around us. I fist his hair as he sucks on my bottom lips. His hands shake feverishly. “I need you,” he breathes.

“Fuck.” I calmed him quicker than the guys could, but him saving me and now us alone makes me realize I lost him as a friend. He wasn’t my best friend anymore because I left and hurt him. Yet the need for him rises inside me after ignoring it for all those years. My legs wrap around him tighter. “Don’t drop me.”

He chuckles. “Never.”

I reach between us, working his belt off. He pulls back to watch as I push my hand into his pants. A moan leaves his throat as I finally free him. His cock is long, and veins run to the tip. The twitching lets me know he needs a release right now. I position him between my legs and freeze. What if this isn’t what he wants? What if he decides that he wants his ex back? What if I’m not good enough, and neither are my men?

He grabs my ass, looking right into my eyes and pulling me onto his cock. I grab his shoulder, dig my fingers into his skin, and gasp. He licks his lips, making me break eye contact.

“No, look at me,” he orders, and I look back up. He pushes himself all the way into me, his jaw tightening. “I’ve been dying to have you around my cock, looking at me.”

I lick my lips. “Khaz, what if—”

He kisses me and stops the words from coming out of my mouth. “I’ve got you now. You’re mine forever.”

I swallow, looking up at my best friend. Slowly, my hands wrap around his broad shoulders, and my nipples harden on the fabric that divides us.

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