Page 33 of Hell's Queen

Ledger sucks on his teeth, growling at his reaper. Shockingly enough, this is the most I’ve seen them getting along.

My finger traces the book spines, barely looking for the book Asura wants. Libraries were never my thing, but what Asura just did in the library with Ozias is something I wouldn’t mind doing. After ten minutes of seven men and one short-ass girl searching, I started to wonder if I was the asshole that passed it because I wasn’t paying attention.

“Ugh,” I growl at myself. “What the fuck am I looking for again?”

Hands grab my hips, and instantly, my shoulders sag, and the anger disappears. “I see it,” Asura whispers, reaching around me and grabbing one I was about to put my finger on.

“What would you do without me?” I tease.

She smiles, looking up at me with those big chocolate eyes. “Thank you, baby.”

“Can I get sex in a library now?” I asked, wiggling my brows at her.

“You’ll get a reward, don’t worry.” Her eyes move up and down my body. She wants me as much as I want her. When was the last time I fucked her? She gets fucked every night and brought to a screaming orgasm. When will it calm down enough so I can have some alone time with her? Life has been so hectic lately. Don’t get me wrong, I love seeing Asura getting fucked by her other men. It makes my dick hard just thinking about it, but I love having her to myself sometimes.

She moves to the table, and Khazon stands over her, looking at the book. His hand is comfortably on her back, and she doesn’t move it.

I remember when he was so bitter toward her. He hated her at one point and didn’t care if he was rude to her or not. And he was dating Miya. His best decision was to leave her. My Soul Reaper feels way different. It’s nice, and I like him better.

“This is a book about my telum. Apparently, it was my grandfather’s, which might help me get it out.”

I look at the page and see a fiery gold sword. I blink at that. How come I am stuck with the worst Soul Reaper ever? She gets a flaming sword, while Khazon has a fucking battle axe. Loser. I smile at my thoughts, and as if Khazon can hear them, he frowns. Sometimes because of our bond, he can tell what I’m feeling. I cross the table, reaching under it to touch Asura’s thigh. She didn’t seem to notice. With my eyes locked on Khazon, I inch further up.

“The only difference is—” Her voice cuts off as I touch her pussy. Her eyes meet mine, and I look at her, daring her to let me continue. She glances at Khazon, whose eyes are on her lap where my hand is. She scoffs, pushing my hand away and climbing on the table, crawling very seductively.

Even the nonexistent breath of the vampire hitches.

She slides her feet towards me, pressing her foot right into my chest. Her eyes are locked onto mine and need rushes through me.

It is my turn to make her scream, but when I reach for her, she uses her magic to keep me down. “Pay attention and stop teasing.”

I roll my eyes. “I am paying attention.”

She sits up, pulling the book into her lap. She begins to speak again, talking about the history of the blade. Her beautiful feet are right in my face. I don’t have a foot fetish; I have an Asura fetish.

I grab the heel of her foot and pull off her sock. I know she just showered, and I can smell the soap on her skin, despite her smelling like Ozias. She needs to smell like me next, or I will go insane. I miss her smell, her beautiful, sweet pussy coming around me.

She shoots me a glare, and I pretend to massage her foot. She goes back to reading.

Boring.

My hands tug on her legs, pulling her off the table and right against my crotch. I swipe the book from her hands and put it between us to read. “Taking too long.” She scoffs, reaching for it, and I press a hand against her sternum.

I flip a few pages reading at hyper speed… Okay, I looked at the pictures. I hand it over to Hazen, who does have super hyper-reading speed. “My assistant will now read this.”

Hazen catches on and begins reading.

I grab her hips and rub her right against me. The smell of her sweet, sweet arousal fills the air. Her eyes stay locked on me like other men aren’t in the room.

Jigsaw, Khazon, Ryker, Ozias, Hazen, Thorne.

Ozias had her last, Thorne the night before, and fuck, even Khazon had her.

The rest of us are left with her smell, her sweet pussy.

My cock grows. I don’t give a fuck if I have to take her right on the table in front of them. I need her.

Ozias pulls out his phone as it dings. “Agnus is here.”

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