Page 27 of Hell's Storm

“I get it.”

“No, you don’t!” he shouts at me. “You are sitting around being sad for yourself and hating everyone! You are a sad waste of a fucking queen. I knew you would never be able to handle anything. You are a pathetic excuse of a Soul Reaper, let alone a Queen!”

I stare at him.

I’ve never seen Inarian this pissed. He’s always been cool and calm but never too mad. His chest is heaving, and his eyes are locked on me. “You have no idea what it takes to be a queen. You have no idea what it takes to be a Soul Reaper! Get yourself back up. Your kingdom fucking needs you. We have a killer to stop before you are just another notch on their belt.”He storms away, slamming one of the doors behind him. I hate to admit he was right, in a way. I forgot what it takes to be a queen.

On Earth, it was just surviving. Here, I have to keep my kingdom—what’s left of it—alive. But I just can’t forget my family. Dad somehow balanced life and being a king. I can’t remember a single time we were ever left behind because he always made us feel included and had time for us.

I pull my knees under my chin and feel tears in my eyes again. This is the most challenging thing I’ve ever been through. Yes, I left Hell for two years, but at least I knew my family was alive. Now, I feel like I came back just to lose everything.

“That was a bit harsh, huh?” a familiar voice comes from behind.

I jump up and look right at him. The pale, white-haired vampire doesn’t blend well into the shadows. “Am I… sleeping?” My eyes move to the jail door, but it’s gone, and I’m in a standard room.

He nods.

I take a step back for a moment, hitting the bed behind me and falling onto my ass. I try to act fearful of him, but he doesn’t scare me like he thinks.

He reaches forward, caressing my chin upwards.

Staring up at him, I part my lip to speak. Vampires, specifically The Blood Clan, have been the enemy of the Devil for as long as I can remember.

He smirks at me, flashing his fangs. Without another breath, he leans in for the kill, crashing his lips into mine.

Stress, sadness, and anger all melt as soon as I taste the sweet wine on his lips. “T-Thorne…”

Saying his name makes him fist my silver curls and brings me closer. Intoxicated by his sweet smell and taste, I spread my legs and lifted one to his waist. Thorne takes advantage, gripping it, pushing me back onto the red velvet blanket, and leaning on top of me. Our lips move in sync perfectly.

Thorne pulls back for a second, looking down at me. Concern rushes over his face, but he has woken something inside me, and I don’t want him to stop. His touch comforts me and makes me not think or feel, much like Ryker.

My hands run down his button-up black shirt and down to his belt. “Take me, vampire.”

“My darling, are you sure you are—”

I push my hand between his body and clothes, fisting his already hard dick and earning a throaty noise from him. “Please.” I hadn’t thought of him since that night, but I knew I missed him and needed him when I felt his presence.

He captures my lips again, and our clothes are coming off within the next few minutes. He rips an article of clothing off me until we are both naked and clinging to each other.

Thorne locks eyes on me, slowly pushing himself into my entrance. Although I’ve had men ten times larger, his cock still hurts and stretches me with his long length.

His eyes roll back. “Fuck. I missed your pussy.”

“Take it, baby. Show me how much you missed me,” I egg him on. He begins pumping himself in and out, slowly. He lets me feel all his length, getting used to it. I glance between us and see my breasts bouncing with each movement. For an old-ass vampire, Thorne looks excellent. His body is a slender build, with slight abs running down his stomach. His ponytail hangs over his shoulder, making me reach up and pull it from the rubber band. It falls over his shoulder, and I grab a fist of it and pull.

He slams his hips into me, making me cry out. “Don’t be feisty, baby.”

“Stoptaking it slow. We don’tdoslow.”

He leans down, trapping my head between his biceps. “But you do with your fae boyfriend and the lightning hound?”

“Thorne,” I growl.

He continues to fuck me. “You don’t like it slow? You don’t like feeling my long, slick cock enter you very…. very slowly.”

“No!” I stiffen under him. The pleasure washes over me, but I want him rough and rugged.

“Tell me whose pussy this is,” he growls, pushing himself deeper.

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