Deadmen's Queen: A dark college reverse harem romance

Chapter Thirty Nine

Ipushed my phone into my pocket, smiling. I hadn’t expected that conversation to have gone that well, and now my mood was going to be even better tonight. I wouldn’t tell anyone yet though. Tonight belonged to Paige and to her only. I knocked once on the door that adjoined her hotel room to mine, and pushed the door open stepping through into her bedroom.

“Car”s here,” I said.

“I”m ready.” Paige appeared in the doorway from the bathroom and for a moment, I swear that the world stopped spinning. Her golden hair was caught up in a black crystal clip, leaving only teasing tendrils to fall softly by her face. The dress was strapless and plunged down between her breasts in a way that made me want to cover her up so no one saw, or to push the sides apart and suck on her perfect tits. The dress clung to her curves, falling to the floor and she was wearing black heels that I decided right then and there that she was going to leave on while I ate out her pussy later. She was a vision dipped in darkness, the sequins on her dress catching the last rays of the day and tossing them back like tiny stars.

“Wow.”

“Too much?” she was unsure, having picked the dress herself rather than letting me do it. I was really glad she’d insisted.

“Never. I mean, we’re going to rack up the body count between us when the men come begging for you, but aside from that, you look incredible.”

“Thank you,” she said, her eyes dancing as she moved towards me. “You look pretty delicious yourself. Shall we go though? I don’t want to be late.”

“The Heavens and Hell below would wait for you in that dress, Princess,” I said, taking her hand and slipping it under my arm. “But yes, let’s go.”

I led her downstairs, loving the way she gasped in delight at the black stretch limousine I had borrowed from my father for the occasion. Nate and Tristan were already waiting for us, and their reaction to Paige’s dress was much the same as mine. We climbed inside and set off for the showcase gala. Normally, it was held at the university, but thanks to a large donation from a certain donor, this year they’d agreed to hold it at Knights. There was no way Paige could walk back onto campus. She tried once to meet Kate, and had instantly had a major panic attack. It had taken her hours to recover and there was no way I was letting her risk that again. Not on a night this important when she was already nervous. I was nervous for her, and intrigued. None of us had seen the paintings she had done for the showcase, and although she’d told us it was something different to her normal subject matter, she’d refused to say more.

I twined my fingers around hers in the car, noticing how quiet she was.

“Nervous?” I asked quietly.

She nodded.

“It”s going to be amazing,” I said. “You’re so talented, Paige. They’d have to be idiots not to see that.”

“You’re biassed,” she told me with a smile. “And you haven’t even seen them.”

“I don’t have to,” I told her, spotting the slit up the side of her dress. “I believe in you. Now, how am I going to get you to relax?” I trailed my fingers up the slit, feeling the silky softness of her bare skin underneath.

“Bast, we’ll be there in fifteen minutes!” she said, as I slipped my hand under the fabric, pushing between her legs.

“Best work fast then,” I said, dragging my fingers over the lace of her underwear and loving the little gasp she gave.

“Bast!”

“Maybe I’m not making myself clear, princess. Open these legs for me like the good little slut you are.”

She bit down on her lip, and slowly parted her legs. I got up and knelt down on the carpet between her feet, and pushed her beautiful dress up and out of the way. I pulled a black silk handkerchief out of my pocket, and slid it underneath her to protect her dress, before pulling her lacy underwear down and slipping it into my pocket.

“Bast, I need those!”

“Not as much as I do, princess,” I answered. I could feel Nate and Tristan watching as I pushed her legs wide apart, baring that pretty pussy to us all. Seeing her like that, her legs spread wide for me, those killer black heels, and that perfect cunt already wet and glistening, had me wanting to call off the whole night and take her back to the hotel to spend the whole night fucking her. But this was her night. We could do that tomorrow.

I leaned down, sliding my tongue down her seam, capturing the wetness that had already escaped, and she gasped.

“How come we don’t get to join in?” asked Tristan.

“Because I got to her first,” I answered, flicking my tongue over her clit. “You can have a taste later.”

I circled her clit with my tongue, revelling in the taste of her. She was always so sweet and salty, and I could never get enough.

“Damn it, Bast,” she whimpered, her hands gripping the edges of the seat.

“Relax, princess,” I murmured against her slick folds, sending a shiver up her spine that made me grin. My tongue delved deep inside her, tasting her warmth and teasing her to a place of heightened desire.

The scent of Paige”s arousal filled the air, intoxicating us all into an animalistic frenzy. I moved my tongue faster now, focusing on her swollen bud while I slipped a finger inside her tight heat. She was so wet, so ready for me. I really wanted to fuck her.

Desire coursed through me as she moaned, arching against my mouth. I pressed harder onto her clit, swirling my tongue around it while I slid a second finger inside her, curling to hit her sweet spot.

“Bast!” She gasped out, pushing against my tongue and fingers. Her moans grew louder, resonating in the small space of the limo.

“Shh, princess,” I murmured against her pulsing clit. But fuck, I loved it when she was loud — hearing the pleasure I brought her was a drug in itself.

The car swerved a bit as the driver took a sharp turn and I heard Tristan chuckle from his corner of the limo. “Man, you”re making the poor guy lose focus.”

“Don”t stop,” Paige pleaded, her hands sliding down to my shoulders, digging into the fabric of my suit.

“I never planned to,” I chuckled darkly, applying more pressure to her clit.

The sound she made was sinfully sweet. I wanted to hear it again and again, every morning and night for the rest of my life. She bucked against my fingers and my mouth, her breath coming out in ragged gasps. The taste of her was a heady cocktail of desire and sweetness that pushed me closer to the edge with every flick of my tongue. The way her body moved beneath mine, the way she gave herself over to me so completely... It was intoxicating.

“Bast,” she whimpered again, her fingers grasping at my hair as her body started to tremble. Her pleasure was building, sweeping across her in waves that had her clinging to me.

“I”ve got you, princess,” I promised, pressing my free hand against her lower stomach to steady her as I worked my fingers and tongue faster. She was a beautiful sight - squirming and writhing under my touch and my cock throbbed at the sight. Her hips bucked against my mouth, her body shuddering as hot waves of pleasure coursed through her. I felt the walls of her pussy clenching around my fingers. I didn”t let up, only sucked her clit harder into my mouth, pushing her over the edge. She rode out her orgasm against my mouth, a strangled cry escaping her lips that was music to my ears.

As she came down from her high, she slumped against the seat. Her eyes were half-lidded, dark with lust and satisfaction. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, grinning at her. “Feel better now, princess?” I asked.

She did not respond immediately, too breathless from pleasure and shock to form words. Instead, she nodded slowly, leaning forward to press a lingering kiss to my lips. Her hands found their way up to my hair, tugging at the roots lightly. The taste of herself on my tongue made her eyes flare with desire again and I had to pull away before I ended up taking her right then and there.

“Fuck,” Tristan murmured from his corner of the limo. “That was hot.”

I sat back on my seat, licking Paige”s sweetness from my lips as I watched her try to catch her breath. I slid my handkerchief out from under her, tucking it back in my pocket, and she pulled her dress back down with trembling hands.

“We”re here,” Nate announced with a wolfish grin and Paige’s eyes widened. I reached over, straightening her hair clip, and tucking away a stray curl.

“You look perfect,” I told her.

She shook her head. “How am I supposed to walk in there now, Sebastian Blake? The heels made me unsteady enough without you adding to it!”

I grinned. “We’ll always keep you up, princess.”

The driver opened the door, standing back, and I caught a faint smile on his lips as Paige thanked him for the ride. Had she known the privacy screen wasn’t up? I wouldn’t put it past her. She did like an audience, my kinky little whore.

The restaurant looked amazing for the occasion, and I murmured a quick thought to Tristan about giving the staff a little bonus for doing such a good job. Students, parents and lecturers stood around in groups, and moving through the groups were the who’s who of the London art scene. It was an incredible opportunity for any artist and was the reason so many came to Blackvellyn. I took a glass of champagne from a passing server, and handed another to Paige. She took a sip, her eyes dancing over the rim as she looked at me, and I remembered the last time we’d had this brand of champagne had been in the hot tub at Dom’s beach house.

I grinned at her, before Nate took her hand.

“So when do we get to see your work, baby?”

She took a deep breath, then smiled. “This way,” she said, leading us through the crowd. As she led us towards the back of the restaurant, I noticed a group of art critics stood together looking in the direction she was leading us. Paige noticed too.

“Oh no, I hope there isn’t anything wrong,” she said.

We pushed through the crowd, and the back wall opened up in front of us. The walls had been hung with black fabric and Paige’s four pieces hung alone, apart from the rest of the showcase. My eyes travelled over each of the paintings, my heart starting to race. The pieces were incredible. Painted in her impressionist style, the bright colours of the flowers had gone, replaced by something I would never have dreamed came from the mind of the shy innocent girl I’d met just eight months ago.

The first painting showed the curled up form of a blonde woman, her face hidden, as shadows pulled at her skin, tormenting her. Dark faces, sneering and twisted, appeared out of the background, barely visible until you looked away. The next showed the woman standing, her face still hidden, surrounded by dark figures, their faces barely discernible, but with the suggestion of skulls. The third showed the woman raised up in the air, her head tipped back, her breasts pushed towards the dark sky, hands on her body, at the mercy of her captors, and the fourth, the fourth had my mouth dropping open.

It was a self portrait, as they all were, but this one showed her face and her naked body in full. In this one, Paige danced freely, looking up adoringly at the three men who danced behind her. Each had skulls for faces. One gazed down at her face from behind, another held her arm, kissing her outstretched palm, and the third was on his knees at her side, his hands on her hips as he looked up at her. Black roses littered the ground at her feet, and there were the barest hints of colour underneath the dark painted background. It was her face I couldn’t take my eyes off though, and the expression of love and joy that she bore.

Blinking, I dropped my eyes to the plaque below the paintings.

“The Deliverance of Persephone by Paige Matthews.”

I looked down at her, still unable to find the words that could even start to describe the emotions that raged through me.

“Paige, that’s incredible…” breathed Tristan.

She sent him a smile, and I saw her shoulders drop a little as she started to relax. She was nervous about us, I realised. About whether we would like them.

“I knew you were talented, princess, but I never saw this coming,” I murmured. “You’ve outdone yourself, Paige.”

“She certainly has.” A tall woman with salt and pepper hair, cut through the crowd and took Paige’s hands in hers. “Paige, I knew you had it in you, but this is outstanding work. I have had so many people approach me tonight just about your paintings. I’ve even had offers to buy them.”

“That’s incredible,” whispered Paige. “People want to buy them, Professor Drake? Really?”

The professor nodded. “I’ve had someone offer me two hundred for them just now, but I said I would have to ask you. They’re so vivid and personal, I didn’t know if you’d feel comfortable selling them.”

“Two hundred pounds?” Paige’s eyes lit up with pride. “That’s amazing. I could give the money to a charity…”

“Not two hundred, Paige,” smiled Professor Drake. “Two hundred thousand.”

Paige’s eyes widened, but I frowned.

“No,” I said.

She looked up at me. “But Bast, I could give the money to a charity and it would do so much good if I sell them.”

I nodded. “I agree.” I turned to Professor Drake. “I want them. Two million. I will not let anyone else have these.”

Even the professor looked shocked. “I mean, I would accept immediately, but there have been several galleries asking after these paintings.”

I nodded. “Of course. I will purchase them immediately, and Paige may have them displayed wherever she wishes.”

Professor Drake beamed. “Fabulous! Thank you so much, Mr Blake, and congratulations, Paige. Now, if you don’t mind me stealing her, I’d like to introduce her to the gallery owners and a few of the critics that are here.”

Paige looked up at me, her eyes shining, but I felt the tremor in the hand that still gripped mine tightly.

“You can do this, princess,” I whispered. “Go and create the life you’ve always dreamed of. We’ll be here waiting when you’re ready.”

She smiled up at me, then disappeared into the crowd with Drake.

“Does she know about tonight?” asked Nate, and I shook my head.

“She had enough to worry about, but I won’t push her if she’s not ready.”

“She’ll be ready,” smiled Tristan.

“How do you know?” I asked.

He nodded at the final painting. “Because she knows who she is now, and she knows her worth.”

I looked up at the beautiful woman, dancing freely with the figures of death around her and I smiled.

“I think you might be right, Tris.”

***

The night continued in a blur of champagne, art and Paige’s blinding smiles as her life began to take off in a way she could have never imagined. I’d like to have claimed that some of it was due to the efforts of the Deadmen”s Club, and indeed, if she’d had no luck tonight, I’d been fully prepared to pull strings. I hadn’t needed it though. The talent shone out of her work, capturing the hearts and minds of everyone who looked, bringing some to tears. The emotion in her work was pure genius, showing the tortured soul that had finally found her freedom. When the event was finally over, she leaned against me, a little tired but looking so incredibly happy that it made my chest feel like it was going to burst with joy for her.

I guided her outside to the limo, knowing Nate and Tristan were already waiting there for us.

“I”m so happy, Bast,” she said. “I’ve got my choice of galleries and they want more work from me, and that critic from the Times wants to write a review, and oh… could life get any better than this?”

“Yes,” I told her. “And I intend to make sure it does. I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy, Paige.”

She looked up at me, her blue eyes sparkling and I bent down and kissed her.

“But now, I hope you’re not too tired. We have somewhere important to be.”

She wrinkled her brow in confusion, but didn’t ask any questions, simply getting into the car, and I loved that she trusted me so completely. The journey was quiet, an easy silence, as we skirted the university campus, travelling deeper into the woods. As the folly came into sight, Paige”s eyes widened and she looked at me, but instead of the fear I’d dreaded, all I saw was excitement.

“It”s the final ritual night for the Deadmen’s Club,” I explained.

“What do I have to do tonight?” she asked.

I smiled as I helped her out of the car. “That’s entirely up to you, my beautiful Queen.”