Hell's Belle - Eve Newton Page 0,5

somehow the killer urge doesn’t manifest itself in his presence. I don’t know if it’s because I find him really sexy and want to screw him on his office chair, or another reason that I don’t even want to think about, but it worms its way into my thoughts anyway. He knows me. He is the only male, apart from Shax, that seems to understand me and knows some of my secrets. Not all of my secrets. He would run a mile I’m sure, if he knew of my secret desire to make a male scream by peeling his skin off inch by inch. I shiver in delight and then find myself heading off to the training room for newbie Incubi.

Drescal is ancient and the absolute best at his vocation. When he is here, he teaches the noobs how to work their magick on Earth’s females. His little booty call this morning was him telling me that he is back from seducing, screwing and damning females to Hell.

I pause outside the door to the room. It is wide open, and he is standing there all commanding and gorgeous as he weaves a lull over the new Demons that Roberta has sent him from Inbound. They are the damned souls, recycled into Demons and have then been assigned here, depending on their “qualifications.”

My mother was a Seductress. The female version of Drescal. I wasn’t supposed to look in her record, but curiosity bit my ass, so I went searching and discovered she was a prostitute when she was human, destitute and depraved. No wonder Dad made her into a Seductress. His very best, so I hear, before she retired when she had Shax and me.

Drescal looks up and sees me standing in the doorway. His smile goes from brisk to eager in a second. “Come so soon, Your Majesty? Did I not satisfy you well enough this morning?”

The trio of newbies look over at me, mouths agape as I saunter into the room, suddenly getting the feeling that Drescal is going to test these little fuckers out, using me as their guinea pig.

Well, who says being Queen of the Demons isn’t fun?

4

Drescal

I gaze at her, loitering in the doorway. My heart pounds a little, my blood tingles slightly at her nearness. It has nothing to do with her being a female, the one creature that I can sway no matter who they are. I have screwed thousands of females in my nine hundred years as an Incubus. From Earthly peasants to their Queens, but she is different and not just because she is my Queen. There is something between us that she denies, but I know she feels.

“My Queen,” I say with a slight bow.

She raises her eyebrow at me and saunters forward. I take in her attire with surprise. She is dressed conservatively. She lacks her usual confidence in this outfit. She isn’t comfortable in it and it makes me wonder why she chose it.

“You look ravishing,” I murmur.

She looks down at herself with narrowed eyes. “Better naked?” she asks, causing the three newbies in front of me to gasp in surprise but then look at me with the admiration that was lacking prior to her two words.

I mentally roll my eyes at them.

“No matter how you dress…or not,” I answer skillfully and it’s her turn to give me an eyeroll.

“So smooth, Drescal, do your victims fall for that?” she scoffs.

I take no offense to it. She knows I can seduce a female with less. She is my Queen, so my powers don’t work on her, not even a little bit. Everything that is between us is real and that makes it adventurous, thrilling and new for me. I think it excites her too, because she knows I’m not swaying her to be with me.

“Every now and again,” I reply with a wide smile, letting her know she hasn’t gotten to me, if that was her purpose.

“Humph,” she mutters and stalks closer.

I wonder what is on her mind. She has an even more wicked air about her than she usually does. She drives me crazy because I can’t read her the way I can any other female. They are transparent to me. I know what they like, how they like it and how long for. It’s part of my powers of seduction. The Seductress Demons have it easy. Men are pigs. They are uncomplex unlike the females. It takes way less finesse for them to do their jobs than it