Page 34 of Hell's Queen

My head drops back with a huff. Asura needs to train.

Asura sits up, running a hand up my neck. Her eyes say be patient, and for her, I will. She’s worth the wait.

Hazen continues reading and will probably read the six-hundred-page book into the night. I watch Asura train with Agnus and struggle. I don’t know if she is tapping into her powers, but she is getting faster and better at fighting.

Later in the night, I turn in a bit early. My mind plays on Asura and her sweet smell repeatedly. My phone dings, and I look to see a text from Asura saying, “Come find me.”

My heart races as I slide from the bed. I go down the stairs in a heartbeat, looking around the corner for her. Soft music comes from the throne room.

Slowly, I move to it, opening the door.

The lighting in the room is reddened, and Asura is on her knees next to the pole. She’s in damn near nothing with her silver curls pulled back into a ponytail.

I step inside as the door closes behind me. My eyes are locked on her as her right-hand slides up the pole. She holds onto it, locking eyes with me as she swings around the front of the pole, her back against the bar. Her thighs spread, and my eyes drop. Slowly she twists her hand and drags herself around the pole, jumping to her feet.

I paid her a hundred the first night. Now I feel like I should have money to throw.

Asura grabs the pole before twisting around the bar, feet off the ground. Gracefully, she lifts her legs. Her forward-leading leg swings until her body is doing a figure eight around the pole and going into a full-on twirl.

Everything she does feels magical. In a trance, my eyes stay locked on her. I feel like if I look away, I will miss something.

Asura reaches out toward me, and the shadows bring me closer to her without moving my feet.

Her arms wrap around my neck, and though I want to see her dance more, I want her. My lips capture hers, grabbing her ass and pulling her flush against me.

She moans, and I feel the warmth as the shadows wrap around us. And before I can think, we aren’t in the throne room anymore.

I glance around, pulling away. We are in a spare room where we won’t be bothered or interrupted by people. I twist us and drop her right on the bed.

Ledger’s lust-filled eyes beat down on me. There’s something primal behind them that I want to explore. I try to roll off the bed and escape, but he grabs my hips and pushes my front into the bed.

“You’re not escaping. I’m going to make you scream.”

My core heats at his words because I believe he will, and I want that. I slip into the shadows, letting his body hit the bed before I show myself on the side of the bed.

A growl rumbles in Ledger’s chest, and when he turns, I am on top of him. His hot hands slide up my back, caressing and soothing The Flame. His fist grabs my ponytail. “Are you the queen here?”

I grab his throat and push him into the bed. “I’m in charge.” He smirks, and the urge to ride his mouth is strong. “I want you to taste me.”

His eyes darken, and he flashes his canines. “Asura, you’re not in charge.”

“Let me ride your face, Ledge.”

His hips twitch. Using his strength, he pushes himself up until his head hits the pillow. Before I can even move, his hands grab me and lift me up.

“Clothes,” I say quickly. What I am wearing is more or less clothing.

He ignores me, pulling the lingerie to the side, and then his mouth is on my pussy without warning. His long tongue attacks my clit, drawing a moan. His hands hold me against his face, but my hips begin rolling. I miss his mouth on me.

Looking down, the fire hellhound looks amazing between my thick thighs. “Am I suffocating you?” I ask.

He pulls back with a growl, sinking his teeth into the tenderness of my thigh. I cry out, grabbing the headboard. I swear I can feel my pussy dripping. “Shut up and sit on my face.”

Heat pools in my stomach as his mouth captures me again. I ignore the urge to check on him. I cry out when his tongue enters my pussy and wiggles. I swear Ledger would devour me if he fucking could. My hand reaches down and grabs his hair. I feel my orgasm on the horizon and begin riding his face fast.

He takes it, still finding my clit. His rough wet tongue rubs against it every time my hips move. I grip the headboard with my other hand, crying out. My head falls back as my eyes close.

Pleasure is swirling in my body, and I shatter when his fingers grab my nipple. My body can barely handle it, twitching and spasming until, finally, all the liquid rushes out of me. I come hard, seeing white behind my eyes as I cry out.

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