Hell's Belle - Eve Newton Page 0,13

and throw the collar across the bedroom.

Mouse leaps up in one fluid movement to snatch it up out of the air and lands on my bed with it in her mouth. It sinks under her weight, but she turns all three heads to me and waggles the collar at me.

I smile at her and lean forward to snatch it from her middle mouth and then reattach it to the base of her thick neck before her heads split off. She huffs happily and then leaps off the bed and stalks to the door. I open it and she bounds off down the hallway.

I leave the door open and sit down in the armchair in the corner, fiddling with the zipper that is holding my tiny red leather top together.

“Anything?” Shax asks, leaning in the doorway as casual as always.

I give him a narrow-eyed look and stop fidgeting. He is rumpled and not the usual smooth self that he presents to the Underworld.

“What’s with you?” I ask, indicating his less than pristine self.

He shrugs and walks into the room, closing the door and sinking onto the ottoman at my feet. “Didn’t think I had to make an effort with you.”

“You don’t,” I assure him, leaning forward and taking his hands. I lower my head to his lap, and he wiggles one hand out of my grip to stroke my hair.

“You didn’t find anything?” he asks gently.

“No, not a damn thing.” I sit up again and then stand. I start to pace agitatedly. Usually Shax has a calming influence over me, but this time it’s not working.

He turns on the ottoman to regard me closely. “Perhaps it’s not Mouse that Luc was directing you too, but something else. Someone else.”

I stop pacing and glare at him. “Meaning?”

“Elijah,” he says in exasperation.

I grimace. I really don’t want to go back to the kennels. I might not be responsible for my actions if I do. “That’s all you got?” I ask.

He shrugs again. “You got something against him?” he asks, a small smile playing at his lips.

“Apart from him being an arrogant asshole?”

“Just go. He might have exactly what you’re looking for.”

“Humph,” I mutter, but give him a small wave as I flame back out to the kennels.

It’s quiet.

The illusion of nighttime has fallen across this part Hell already. I purse my lips. I’d wanted to accomplish a bit more today than chasing my tail.

I turn around but don’t see Elijah. I’m about to call out when a low, dark rumbling comes from the shadows.

As he approaches slowly, I see the glowing red eyes of a three-headed beast so enormous I pause. He is at least three times the size of Mouse and she comes up to my shoulder. She is still a baby compared to the Demon in front of me, sniffing the air. He pads over to me and circles me. I stay completely still. He can’t kill me, but he can sure as shit bite my head off before it grows back, or whatever would happen to me in the case of beheading. It’s unchartered territory, thank fuck.

He stops behind me and I turn my head slightly to the side. I feel a slight quiver in the air, and I know he has shifted. I relax and turn around to face him. He is stark naked, and my mouth starts to water, just a little bit. He is magnificent.

“Dress yourself,” I order him, trying not to look at his dick. It’s swinging between his legs, stirring slightly and tempting me. Massive doesn’t really cover it. There is no way I could drop to my knees and fit it into my mouth, even if I would subjugate myself to him in that way.

“Don’t like what you see?” he smirks, not covering up at all.

I turn around, my hands on my hips. “I have something to ask you. I can’t do that with your dick hanging out. Get dressed.”

He chuckles and I hear him rustling around. I chance turning to face him again and see that he has pulled on a pair of black combat pants, which he’s left undone, and is yanking a black t-shirt over his head. He sees me watching him and ever so slowly does up his pants. He pads barefoot over to me and looks down at me from his immense height.

“Dick stowed,” he comments. “What do you want?” His tone is brusque, business-like and I let out a breath of relief. I prefer it this way. He