Page 66 of Hell's Queen

I’m glad I didn’t. I wouldn’t have been able to look at myself and doing that would have cost me the throne. I glance at the throne room in the house. It seems so much different from my father’s, which is good. I am a different ruler than he was. He was fantastic, and I think it’s because he was forced to do it, though he would have rather had his father alive. Instead, he grew up quickly and took care of his kids.

I feel arms wrap around me, pulling me from my daydream. Ryker. His earthy smell engulfs me.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

After a moment, I nod.

“I get to pick my room first!” I see Killian racing for the stairs.

“No! You will live outside for all I care!” I snap at him, chasing him. This feels like how it did when we were kids, but I was now in charge of the house. How dare he not take me seriously? I am the queen, for fuck’s sake.

Music and chatter fill the halls, making my new home feel livelier than usual. Khazon’s fingers run up my spine as he zips up the back of my dress. Once on, I fix the front, ensuring my breasts sit as high as possible. The Flames swirl around the top of my breasts and my shoulders, glowing a blazing red. My silver hair curls over my shoulder in its natural state.

Khazon’s hands run down the front of my dress, and I watch as they slide lower and lower in the mirror. “I would take you right now if there weren’t any guests to hear you scream.”

Heat fills me as his hand slides around my body and stops at my navel. He pulls me against him, showing me how hard he is from just watching me get dressed.

I look up at him, smiling. He looks delicious in the all-black suit, and his chestnut hair is combed damn near perfectly. His eyes are running up and down my body. “The room is soundproof, Khazon.”

“Not with the way I’m going to make you scream.”

Ozias chuckles, shaking his head. But he moves beside me, running his hand up my body. I inhale softly as his hands run over my breast to my neck, softly squeezing it. “Time to go, my queen.” Oddly enough, this feels normal and nice. I feel like I belong between them like this.

Ozias is in a black suit with purple accents. His hair hangs over his shoulders, pin straight. He’s slightly bigger than Khazon, despite being the youngest in age. The suits accentuate their muscles, and I can’t help but get wet for them.

I turn, lifting my chin.

Khazon leans in and kisses me. His tongue slips in without hesitation and swirls with mine. When he pulls back, I whine. Luckily, I hadn’t put on my lipstick just yet.

“If we had time, you’d be on my cock.”

I lean over and kiss Ozias with the same type of lust and passion. Unlike Khazon, his hands grab my ass, pulling me against him. “I’ll take you right now. Say the fucking word,” he mutters in my mouth.

Khazon growls. “No. No ruining her dress with cum.”

“It could be your cum, too. Join us,” I say while pulling back and shooting him a look.

But before we speak anymore, there’s a knock on the door. My hands ran over my dress to straighten it while Ozias fixes his cock.

Khazon opens the door, and Killian waltzes in.

“Look at you, learning to knock,” I tease.

He nods. “I learned my lesson once. You look great, very grown up.”

Roughing up his hair, I smile, pulling him into a hug.

“Stop! Raven will be here.”

I cock a brow. I haven’t heard that name in what feels like forever. She was one of his hellhounds and the girl he liked. “Aw! Killie!”

He groans, slipping from my grasp. “I came here to tell you that the council is piling in, and Hades and Lucifer have started drinking.”

“Assholes,” Ozias mutters with a groan. He starts to move out of the room before turning and kissing my lips. “I’ll deal with them and cut them off before they get too wild.”

I nod, smiling.

Khazon hands over my lipstick before kissing me. “I’ll see you downstairs, gorgeous.”

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