Hell's Belle - Eve Newton Page 0,41

I now can’t get out of my head.

“You like her,” Killian states. “More than you should.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I growl at him.

“She is the Queen, off limits to the likes of you. You are a brute, E. There is no way she will accept your behavior and the day I see you change to be with a female is the day my dick will prefer pussy over ass.”

“How profound,” I mutter, pissed off that he has pointed out my fault. “I know what I am. Annabelle has made it perfectly clear what she thinks about my arrogance.”

“Annabelle?” he inquires with a smirk. “First name basis. This fuck must’ve been good. Too bad I missed it.”

“Stick around, Lian, you might see it happen again.”

He lets out a loud guffaw and I relax. I’m always tense around him when he comes back from Earth. Creating conflict, war, amongst humans takes its toll on him. Oh, he enjoys it, far more than is normal even for a Demon, but he doesn’t see that it also drags him under. He is lighter, more fun after he has been back here for a while.

“Now this I have to see. Breaking furniture is something that even we haven’t done for a while.” The heated look in his eyes stirs my cock.

I take a step closer to him, but he holds his hand up with a look of regret. “I have to report in. I came straight to see you. Hold that thought until I get back.”

I nod. “Lian?”

“Yes?” he presses when I remain silent.

“I do like her,” I admit. “More than that. She has clawed her way under my skin. I—I just wanted you to know that.”

“I appreciate the heads up, but you know you are free to enjoy others,” he says, but the look on his face contradicts his words. He is hurt. I knew he would be, that is why I wanted to give it to him straight. Fucking is one thing, craving someone else to the point where you can’t stop thinking about them, is a whole other bag of messed up shit.

“I know,” I say lightly.

He doesn’t respond, he bolts out with a flash of lightning that hits the stone with a loud crack.

I go back to brooding. Killian was right about her being off limits to me. But that doesn’t mean that I can’t try. I know my attitude pisses her off. I also know that when I knelt before her when she showed me the Devil, it pleased her. She is used to having males bow down to her. So she should. She is our Queen. There’s just something about her own attitude that makes me want to piss her off. It’s fucked up. I’m fucking this up just to see her eyes flash with anger and danger. It turns me on something fierce.

I groan as my dick, still aroused by thoughts of being with Killian, grows harder. Somehow, I’m going to have to get into a position to surprise her. I need to show her that I can be a good little puppy in her presence but also that when she wants me to slam her through walls as we fuck like animals, I’ll do it.

That is if she lets me. I feel like I’ve run out of chances and the possibility of getting her back here on my territory, where no one is likely to interrupt us will be a challenge.

My mind wanders to what it would be like to have Killian join us.

My blood heats up at the image, but I push it aside. Before any of this can happen, I need to survive Shax’s wrath. He is going to be beyond pissed that I ratted him out to his sister. I saw the fleeting look of betrayal on her face before it went hard. She is going to kick his ass, and then he is going to come here and kick mine.

Again, I wonder what the key opens. I hope that whatever it is, Annabelle doesn’t get hurt because of it.

The baying of the hounds brings me out of my thoughts. It’s feeding time and I’ve been neglectful.

I stride out to the kennels and see Musmortus laying in wait. She pounces on me, knocking me back on my ass, licking my face happily.

“Hey girl,” I laugh, stroking her heads. “Miss me?”

More lapping.

“I’ve missed you too. Tell your Mistress to bring you down here more often.”

She tilts her heads at me in question.

I get to