I Serve My Queen Inside Her Dreams Novels & Stories

I moaned at the taste at the same time that Emily moaned in pleasure. “I...need..you...Tyler," she breathed out. "Where do you need me, my queen?" "I...Inside me...I...need...you...to fuck me, Tyler." Who was I to say no to my queen? Lining up the head of my cock to her tiny entrance, I looked her in the eyes as I pushed into her, earning a satisfied moan as if I had just put out a fire. She matched my rhythm as I pushed in and out of her. I reached between us and squeezed her clit with my fingers. "Yes, Tyler!"

"You are my good fucking girl." "I… I don't understand," she whispered, frowning, trying to figure out what was happening. Was she about to be raped? Coerced into sex? Or kicked out of the penthouse for being a good girl? He chuckled and pulled her further into his chest, embracing her lightly, running his hands down her back soothingly. She lay stiffly against his chest and listened to the beat of his heart against her ear and the rumble of his voice as he talked. "Your loyalty is stunning, cari?o. You give it to a man that doesn't deserve it because you must. Because you promised and you know no other way. Now I am going to crush that man and turn your loyalty to me. You will become my que

"She's been here six weeks and she's already the person my soldiers ask about first when they wake up shot. You know what that is, right? That's not a liability, big brother. That's a queen." I didn't answer. But something eased in my chest, one degree, and I sat the long watch out with my back to the wall and my gun across my knees and my brother breathing steady on the other side of a door my woman had locked with her own hand, and somewhere south of Atlanta, driving hard toward a sunrise he thought was going to save him, Isaiah Crowe did not yet know that he'd been given exactly one night, and that the King who'd let him have it was already sitting in the dark counting down the hours unti

Brandon lowered his head, pressing his lips against the warm skin behind Robin’s ear, his voice loud enough to echo in the private box: "The necklace is fifty million, Robin. But the queen wearing it is priceless." Up on the balcony, framed by diamonds and draped in emerald fire, Robin rested her hand over Brandon’s forearm, looking down at the ruined, terrified faces of Dane and Nicole below with a chilling, victorious smile.

Like he hadn't just been standing there shaking with his head down. A pause. Then Syris's voice through the speaker. Quiet and dry like always. "I wasn't aiming for you, Varek." A small rattling sound. A laugh maybe. "I want my queen back." Another pause. Slower. Heavier. "How does it feel... knowing everyone who gets close to you ends up in pieces?" Varek said nothing. The lights hummed. Watching his back from the table. The stillness of it. The way his hand holding the phone had gone white at the knuckles.

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.

Another mouth to speak for me. There were cracks in this dungeon. Cracks big enough for vermin and vengeance. “She thinks I’m done,” I said to the rat as it froze in place, now bound to me by blood and word. “But the Queen just crowned herself in confidence.” “And confidence,” I hissed, “is where queens die.” — The door creaked. A guard peeked in. Probably expecting me to beg. To weep. I turned my head slowly, smiled with blood in my teeth, and whispered, “Tell her I dreamt of her throne… cracking.”

~Ezinne~ The door swung open gently, and a servant stepped inside, bowing her head slightly in a gesture of respect towards me. "The king is ready to see you now, my queen,” she announced. Rhea quickly took hold of my shoulders and fixed her gaze on mine. Her eyes sparkled with determination as she said, “Tonight is a night to turn heads. Leave a mark that will make them remember you. Make sure they never forget. You are the Queen of Stormridge, and you have the ear of a king."

The voice of someone who knows exactly what she is worth. "You want me back," I say. "You want the strategist. You want the partner. You want the Queen." I take a step closer to him. I invade his space. I smell the sweat of his exertion, the metallic tang of his stress. "But a Queen doesn't serve a master," I whisper. "She rules a kingdom." I point to the floor again. "Kneel." He looks at the door. He looks at Spadino, bowed at my feet. He looks at the empty space where Ciro should be.

Anastasia POV. I slept like shit last night, plagued with dreams. Matteo DeAngelis was the dominant feature in them. I was happy then they took a dark turn. A maniacal laugh of a woman sounded around me. Then a sting. Me screaming, but it wasn’t me; it was someone who looked like me. “All Hail the Queen.” She said, but I can’t see her face. My body jolts with each hit, each brutal, disgusting thing that happened. I screamed and begged it to stop.