as big, stomping footsteps come towards me and then I see Elijah looming over the wall that separates the kennels from the back, where I think he lives. “Queenie?” he snarls. “What are you doing disrupting my hounds?”
I grimace at him. Queenie. It’s such a derogatory term. It says everything he thinks about me with one word.
“Seems to me that I calmed them,” I point out, waving my bat around.
“Pah,” he grunts and then marches over to me. He is about seven feet tall and built like a brick shithouse. His nostrils flare, his eyes hood and his lips curve up into an evil smile.
I shudder as he can smell my arousal from earlier when I thought about corrupting Earth.
“I could see to that, Queenie,” he says with a loud laugh, which sets the hounds off again. “Is that why you came here? So you could fuck a real male instead of that little prick Incubus?”
“You wish,” I snort, choking back my laughter. There is nothing little about Drescal’s prick. “Actually, I came for some help with Mouse.”
That changes his attitude immediately. His ruggedly handsome face goes concerned and he rubs the scar that is etched into his skin from the outer corner of his left eye all the way down to his mouth. I don’t know for sure, but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that one of the Hellhounds made it.
“What’s up with her?” he asks gruffly.
“She’s being a little bitch!” I complain, “She won’t let me near her to check something out.”
“What do you want to check?” he asks, now running his hand over his shaved head. He’s not completely bald, there’s a bit of length of dark hair, but not much.
Suddenly, I want to run my hand over it while he kneels panting at my feet like one of his hounds.
“Uhm,” I blink as my focus deviates and I forget what he said.
He takes in a deep breath and comes slightly closer. “Like that is it, Queenie?” He brushes a strand of damp hair out of my face. It is as hot as Hellfire out here and it’s starting to affect me. He is starting to affect me. I don’t know where it’s coming from but when I look up into his dark eyes and he stares down into my wide green ones, it’s like a whack to the head. In the next second he has swept me up into his arms, hoisting me up so high that my pussy is now right in front of his face and my legs are dangling over his shoulders.
“Ooh,” I gasp, dropping my bat and steadying myself with my hands on the sides of his head.
He sniffs in between my legs appreciatively with a soft moan.
I could remove my leather pants with just a thought, but something stops me.
I know what it is when he murmurs, “Let me taste, my Queen.”
My heart thumps. He has never called me that before, always choosing to mock and undermine me. I want him to beg me.
He slams me up against the wall, nuzzling my cunt through the leather. The rush of juices only makes him groan louder. “Let me lap it up,” he growls.
He has gone back to being aggressive after that one milder moment. Demanding rather than beseeching. He can get fucked, and not by me.
“In your dreams,” I snarl at him, shoving on his huge head and then using the top of it to balance myself as I leap over him, helped along by some kickass Demon swiftness, and land behind him on my two feet.
He spins, the rage on his face making me tremble slightly, but not in fear. I’m deeply in lust right now, but I won’t give him the satisfaction of claiming my pussy with his hot mouth. I will make him beg for it now. I have no doubt that he will come sniffing around again. He is seriously turned on. I can see the eye-watering bulge in his pants. Kinda makes me want to give in to him.
“Mouse!” I snap, clicking my fingers under his sensitive nose.
I lower my hand as he snaps his teeth at me, and I reach out for Babe. It flies into my hand and I swing it up to my shoulder again.
“I want her collar, get it for me by the end of this hour,” I order him and then I flame out before I jump on him and split myself in half with that gigantic dick of