Deadmen's Queen: A dark college reverse harem romance

Chapter One

The halls of Blackvellyn University twisted and turned as I raced down them in my dream, followed by floating skulls and the haunting laugh of my mother. Every door I opened led to the feasting hall in the Underworld clubhouse, until finally all the doors converged, and I was back on the stage. This time, it was my mother snapping the metal cuffs around my wrists as I begged to be released. She stepped back and the skulls floated closer. They surrounded me, black tongues flicking over my skin as she watched, and I screamed, but no sound left my lips. One pushed between my legs, and despite the terror, heat flooded my body as its tongue pushed inside me. I gasped at the sensations as it licked and sucked at my pussy, sending pleasure through my body like electricity.

I reached down, running my hands through short silky hair, pulling him closer as he feasted on me. My eyes flicked open as it occurred to me that skulls do not have hair, and the details of the bedroom in the club came into focus. My breath came in gasps and pants as Bast’s tongue worked its magic on my flesh, and I moaned. My nightmares faded as his hands firmly grasped my thighs, holding me down as he devoured me with an intensity that sent shockwaves through my body. He groaned against me, the vibration only intensifying the building pressure within.

“Bast,” I gasped, my hands pulling him closer. His tongue probed deeper, pushing me toward a precipice that I was all too ready to tumble over.

He drew back, his eyes sparking with mischief and heat. “Already?”

I nodded, breathless and wanting. He lapped at me again, every stroke of his tongue pushing my heartbeat faster. My nails dug into the skin of his scalp as my body convulsed, the first wave of orgasm sweeping through me. I screamed out, my voice echoing in the empty room. He didn”t stop though, his tongue circling my clit as he lapped up my release, and I was spiralling again. He pushed a finger inside me, curling around as he sucked hard on my already sensitive clit and I screamed out in pleasure and surprise, arching off the bed as the world shattered around me.

Finally, when I was left panting and weak from my climaxes, he raised his head, a wicked smirk on his face as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes, gleaming with satisfaction, travelled down my bare form splayed out for him. I felt a blush creeping up on me, though I had been working hard to chase away my old prudish habits.

“You”re even more beautiful this morning,” he said.

He crawled up my body, his lips brushing against mine in a tender kiss. His taste, mixed with my own, was intoxicating and addictive, and I rubbed myself against him, craving more.

“We need to go,” Bast murmured against my lips. “Me and the guys have a business thing, and it’s important, or I’d be very happy to spend longer hearing you scream my name. Come and shower with me.”

I nodded, and he pulled away, rolling off the bed and heading into the bathroom. As the adrenaline from my climaxes ebbed away, thoughts of the night before crept into my mind. I wasn’t sure what time Bast had come to bed with me, but I’d sat on the bathroom floor at least an hour before crawling, physically and emotionally exhausted, into bed. It had been her all along. My mother, setting me up to be sexually assaulted and manipulating my life just so she could get her revenge. I still couldn’t quite believe it. I knew the way she’d treated me my whole life wasn’t normal, that she hated me, but deep down, there was still that little girl who would do anything to get her mother to love her. Tears pricked my eyes, and I swallowed, shoving the thoughts away. I needed some time by myself to think, to try and find some way of getting out of her controlling grip.

I reached for my pyjama bottoms automatically trying to cover up, before remembering that Bast had just seen my bottom half, and if we’re going to shower together, he’d soon see the rest too. Fighting against my mother’s voice in my head screaming that I was a slut, I pulled the top over my head, dropping it to the floor, and walked into the bathroom completely naked.

Steam rose from the glass shower enclosure, and standing in front of it was Bast. He’d already stripped off his briefs, and my eyes travelled down his toned body. A couple of inches shorter than Nate, but a little taller than Tristan, his body was more slender, but perfectly sculpted, and his cock was already hard from what we’d been doing in the bedroom. I licked my lips just looking at it, then blushed as I raised my eyes to find him watching me. He gave me a look that had my insides fluttering and my knees weakening.

He held out his hand and I took it, letting him guide me into the shower. I closed my eyes as the hot water swept over me, making me gasp. Bast pulled me back against his chest, reaching for the soap and a cloth. I sighed as he began to wash my body, the friction of the cloth making my skin tingle as I felt his hard cock pressing against me from behind.

He moved in slow, sensual patterns, washing every inch of my body as I leaned against him, the heat from his body chasing away the chill of dread that still lingered from my dreams. “You”re shaking,” he murmured, halting his movements to wrap me in his arms.

“I”m just cold,” I lied.

Bast turned me around to face him, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts. His fingers brushed over my nipples, causing them to stiffen under his touch.

“You should let me warm you up then.”

“Bast,” I whispered, my voice shaky and filled with want. He responded with a low growl. Pulling me closer, he locked his lips onto mine in a passionate kiss that made my legs weaken. I felt his hardened length against my belly, and a small whimper escaped my lips as I pushed against him.

Bast slid his hands up into my hair as he kissed me, then pulled his mouth away. He held me still, intense dark eyes boring into mine. “Can you feel what you do to me, Paige?”

I nodded, sucking in my breath as he pushed himself against me.

“Tell me what you do.”

“I… I don’t…”

“Tell me, Paige. Say the words.”

I dropped my eyes, as I murmured. “I make you hard.”

“Eyes on me, Paige.”

I blushed hard as I met his gaze again.

“Don’t be embarrassed. You make me so fucking hard. Even the slightest taste of your pussy has me desperate to be inside you.”

I breathed in, and he shook his head. “Not now, but soon. Right now, you’re going to beg me to suck my cock.” I nodded eagerly, and he laughed.

“Beg me then, Paige.”

“Let me suck your cock, Bast. Please.”

He cocked his head to one side. “Very polite. Why do you want to suck my cock, Paige?”

“Because… I love how it feels when you slide into my mouth,” I said, still blushing but trying to keep my eyes on him.

“Mmm, and why do you like that so much?”

I bit my lip, and he took pity on me. “Is it because it gets you wet? Because you love being my little whore?”

“Yes,” I said. “Please, Bast.”

“On your knees then.”

I dropped down and he moved back out of the water’s direct stream. He wrapped his hand around his shaft.

“Open up then, slut.”

I opened my mouth and moaned as I felt him slide over my tongue. He pushed deep into my mouth, and I gagged a little, but he didn’t pull back, just slid his hands deeper into my hair holding my head securely.

“Breathe, Paige,” he commanded in a quiet voice, the calmness of it at odds with the intensity burning in his eyes.

I did as he instructed, taking a deep breath through my nose. It helped, and slowly the urge to cough around him dissipated. I was rewarded with a satisfied smirk and a soft groan as he pushed further, claiming more of my mouth.

“Take your time,” Bast murmured, guiding my head along his length in slow, measured strokes. I took him deeper and deeper until I felt his tip brush against my throat.

“Good girl,” he praised softly when I didn”t gag this time. I sucked harder on him, letting my tongue swirl around his length. He let out a quiet moan and moved his hands to cup my face. I looked up at him through eyelashes spiked with water droplets. He was watching me, dark eyes narrowed.

I closed my eyes and focused on the feeling of him, his taste, his hardness. He pulled back slightly allowing me to breathe and then thrust forward again. My hands clung to his thighs, holding him in place as I took as much of him as I could handle. His low growl echoed in the small bathroom, the sound sending a shiver of desire down my spine. He set a steady rhythm, pushing deep into my mouth and then pulling almost all the way out before repeating the motion.

My body responded to him with an intensity that frightened me. I felt myself growing wetter with every thrust of his cock into my mouth, my arousal heightened by the utter submission to his will. He pulled out abruptly, a groan slipping from his lips as he looked down at me.

“You look so fucking good doing that,” he muttered. “You like this don’t you, Paige?”

I tried to nod, but I could barely move as he kept slowly fucking my mouth.

“Such a dirty little slut loves having her mouth full.”

Those words should”ve irked me, made me feel degraded but instead, they stoked the already burning fire within me. My nipples were hard, and my pussy ached with need. He pulled out of my mouth again and this time I did manage to nod in affirmation. He gripped my head harder, setting a faster pace that had me struggling to keep up. I could taste a hint of his release and clenched my eyes shut, letting him push deeper into my mouth. His fingers tightened in my hair as he thrust deeper, a low growl escaping him.

“That’s it, Paige…take it all.” I took him as deep as I could, sucking hard and feeling him jerk in my mouth.

“Fuck…” he harshly whispered, his body tensing up. With a final thrust, he released himself into me. I swallowed fast, taking everything, he gave me, hearing him groan my name. He pulled out of my mouth, then dragged me up by my hair.

I gasped at the sudden movement, water droplets cascading down my body as I stood. His hands travelled down to my hips, gripping them tightly as he spun me around to face the tiled wall.

I leaned heavily against the cold surface, my breath coming out in quick pants. His hands roamed over my back before sliding down to cup my ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He parted my legs with one of his own and pushed two fingers into my aching core.

I gasped at the intrusion and arched against his hand, pushing back onto his fingers.

“Such a desperate little thing,” He growled into my ear before biting down on the sensitive skin of my neck. His fingers pumped in and out, picking up a steady rhythm that had me moaning and writhing in pleasure.

“Do you want more Paige?” He queried through gritted teeth as he pressed his hardness against my ass.

“Yes” I moaned, craving more of his touch.

“What do you want?”

“I want to come.” I want you to fuck me till I see stars, I thought, but I didn’t dare speak the words.

“Do you trust me, Paige?”

“Yes,” I gasped as he slid a third finger inside me. “Bast, please…”

I heard him spit behind me and felt the warm wetness sliding down between my ass cheeks. His thumb smoothed over it, pressing deeper and my pussy throbbed with need. I moaned loudly as he slowly pushed his thumb inside, my legs trembling as I held onto the slippery tiled wall, praying I could keep standing up long enough.

He pulled out and pushed in again.

“Oh,” I cried out. “God, Bast…”

“You like that don”t you?” His voice was husky, as he continued to thrust his thumb inside me. “You”re so tight, Paige. I can’t wait till I get to fuck this pussy. And this ass. Maybe Tristan and I could fuck you at the same time. Two cocks filling you up.”

I whimpered in response, the pleasure so intense I could barely think. My body moved on its own accord, seeking more of him. He began to move faster, and I cried out again, feeling myself growing closer to the edge. He chuckled darkly, his breath hot against my neck.

“I haven”t even started yet.” He reached around to slide a thumb over my clit, the sudden touch sending shocks of pleasure through me.

“Fuck,” I gasped as he began moving in earnest, pumping his fingers into my pussy and his thumb into my ass simultaneously. His other hand was unrelenting on my clit, rubbing in tight circles that had me squirming against him.

“Such a dirty little bitch,” he muttered. “So fucking greedy. Your pussy is dripping wet for me, Paige.”

My body trembled against him, every thrust from his fingers sent jolts of sensation coursing through me. His hand on my clit was ruthless, relentless; each circular motion pushing me closer to the precipice. He pushed against me, using the force of his hips to drive his fingers deeper, his cock, hard again, pressing against me, so close.

“I want to hear you scream my name, Paige,” he growled. “Come for me.”

His words were enough to send me over the edge. My mind went blank as pleasure coursed through my body. I cried out his name, my nails scraping down the tiled wall as I came undone.

He held me up as my legs gave out from under me, his fingers still buried deep inside me, and I felt his body shake as he jerked himself off behind me, hard and fast. He grunted as I felt his hot cum coat my ass and run down over my pussy, as I leaned one hand against the tiles while he bent over me as he gasped for breath.

“Fuck, Paige. What the hell are you doing to me? Your pussy has me craving it like I’m some fucking addict.”

I said nothing, breathing hard, but privately agreeing with him. Since that night of the induction, these men had awakened something in me that never seemed to be satisfied. The more I got, the more I craved.

I stayed pressed against him, my chest heaving, my mind still a whirlwind of pleasure. My body felt electrified, every nerve singed and alight. Bast started to slowly withdraw his fingers from me, causing a whimper of loss to escape my lips.

I turned around to face him, and he bent down to kiss me, gently this time. I sighed against his lips, and he gave a rueful chuckle.

“Now we really do have to go.”

Bast washed me again, this time efficiently, without lingering in certain areas, and I did the same for him. He shampooed and conditioned my hair, rubbing at my scalp so that I moaned in sheer pleasure.

“Don’t make those noises, Paige,” he said sternly. “I really don’t have the time to make you come again.”

I laughed and bit down on my lip as he finished. Turning the water off, he passed me a dark fluffy towel, and I wrapped it around myself and another smaller one around my hair, then followed him into the bedroom. As he got dressed in his clothes from the night before, I fished new underwear out of the drawer, and got dressed again, pulling on my top and dungarees that I’d been wearing before I’d changed into my waitress get up. I sat down to comb through my hair, but he appeared behind me, pulling the comb from my fingers and getting to work on the tangles. The soft pull of the comb against my scalp was soothing, almost hypnotic.

“You have beautiful hair, Paige. Why do you straighten it so much?”

“I don”t do it as much anymore,” I said. “I’m enjoying having them back to be honest.”

He gave me a confused look. “What do you mean?”

“When I was growing up,” I explained, “I was expected to dress and look a certain way. That meant straightening my hair because curls were considered too wild.”

Bast paused briefly before resuming his gentle rhythm. “Well,” he said. “Your curls are beautiful Paige and if anyone thinks otherwise, they can go fuck themselves.”

I watched as he set the comb down and ran his fingers through the damp blonde strands. He opened a drawer in the vanity and pulled out a hair tie. Gently, he pulled my hair back from my face and started braiding my hair. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling. After finishing the braid, he let his fingers trail down my neck, over my bare shoulder causing me to shiver.

“Your curls are beautiful,” he murmured into my ear. “Wild and free. Just like you should be.”

I opened my eyes and smiled at him.

“Ready to go?” he asked. “I need to drop you at your dorm before I head back and get changed.”

The drive back to my dorm was surprisingly comfortable. Despite what I’d done with this man, and what he’d done to my body, I felt like I could relax around him. My mind wouldn’t let up though, and the conversation with my mother kept drifting through my head. She wanted revenge on his father and wanted to use me to get it. I couldn’t refuse her, not knowing what she was capable of, but at the same time, I didn’t want to do anything that might hurt Bast or the others.

As Bast pulled up in front of the door, my phone went off and I answered it after checking it wasn’t her. It was Kate.

“Paige, oh my… I’m so sorry. I just got back and saw it. Where are you?”

“I’m just getting dropped off outside,” I said, my eyes moving to Bast who was frowning. Clearly, he could hear the panic in her voice too. “What’s wrong, Kate?”

“Your door, someone’s vandalised your door, Paige.”

Bast turned off the engine and removed the keys.

“I’m coming in now, Kate. Calm down,” I told her, and hung up.

Bast said nothing, just got out and came round to open the door for me. He helped me down, and I tapped my code into the door to get into the building. Bast followed me in, right behind me all the way until I reached the corridor where I lived. Kate was standing outside her room, and she looked up when she saw me. Her face was a little pale, and she was still wearing her outfit from the night before. Clearly, she’d gone home with someone.

“Paige, I have no idea who could have done this.”

I moved past her and stopped in front of my door, my mouth falling open as I looked at it. The word ”slut” was smeared across the surface in crude, dripping red letters. My heart pounded as I considered the possibility that someone had recognised me in the Club last night and had come by my dorm to leave this for me.

“Give me your key,” growled Bast. I looked up at him. His face was cold, and his eyes fixed on the scarlet letters.

“Keys, Paige. Now.”

“Who the hell are you?” asked Kate.

“This is Bast,” I told her, handing him my keys. “Sebastian Blake.” She simply nodded, and waited as Bast unlocked the door and pushed it open.