Hell's Belle - Eve Newton Page 0,6

does for me to do mine. Anna, though? She is a creature that beguiles me completely and keeps me on my toes. I enjoy it. I have become complacent after so many years doing this. It’s good to have a challenge and there is no greater one than the Demon Queen.

“You’re teaching?” she asks, even though she knows the answer to that.

“I am.”

She is almost all the way to me. I can smell her heady perfume and find it intoxicating.

“Do you want to show them how it’s done?” she asks, reaching me and sliding her hands up my chest.

My dick, that was already hard in her presence, twitches in response to her touch.

I stifle my groan of contentment. I crave her touch. It does things to me that no other female has. My heart beats faster, my blood rushes through my veins. It is like the beginning of the absolute best orgasm and something that I need to see through now that she has touched me. I could have avoided getting between her legs had she stayed on the other side of the room, but now all bets are off. I will take her in front of these wet-behind-the-ears-would-be-Incubi and there is fuck all she can do about it. But first…

I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her even closer.

Her breath catches, her lips part, expecting a kiss. It takes everything that I have to lower my mouth to within millimeters of hers and whisper, “Not me. Them.” I turn my head to look at the three drooling Demons as they realize what I’ve said.

She hisses, but her indignation is false. She knew exactly what she was doing when she came in here. I played into her silent demand and I can smell her arousal.

I pull away from her before I drag her pants down and delve my tongue straight into that sweet, wet haven.

“Bold,” she murmurs to me, but her eyes are alight. “You want to use me to teach these newbies?”

“I do,” I reply. “We usually reserve the female part of the lessons for much, much later, but seeing as you are here, their powers don’t work on you and you are extremely hard to please, why not?” I offer up the challenge and she accepts it with a slow, sexy-as-fuck smile.

“Why not indeed?”

She turns to the three panting Demons, but a movement catches my eye. I scowl as I see Shax lounging in the doorway, slicing off pieces of an apple with a wicked looking knife that glints in the glow from the room.

He crunches as he gestures to Annabelle with the knife. “Don’t mind me, Belle. Continue.”

“Shax, what are you doing here?” Even though her words are curt, her tone is loving, and it pisses me off. I want her to use that tone with me, but I never get that side of her. I get her wicked, sensual, sexual side, not the side that cares about anyone or anything. No, that is reserved solely for her twin. Perhaps also her Hellhound. Damned creature.

“Couldn’t sleep, thought we’d do that thing after we go see Mom,” Shax says, ignoring me completely. He dislikes me as much as I dislike him for reasons that are probably just as vague as each others.

“Mom?” Annabelle asks sharply, and stalks over to Shax. She mumbles something to him and then with a look back at me, she blows me a kiss and waves and then she is gone.

I sigh and look back at the three Incubi in front of me.

“Is she coming back?” one of them asks hopefully.

“No,” I snap at him. “Now, where were we?”

5

Annabelle

“Is she okay?” I ask him for the hundredth time. He hasn’t really given me a straight answer yet and it’s pissing me off.

“See for yourself,” Shax states and opens the door which leads into a separate, private wing of the residence where my mother and her three husbands live.

I gulp.

Two husbands.

Her other husband, my father, is currently housed somewhere I can’t find him.

We silently walk down the hallway, side-by-side.

I wonder what I will find when we reach our mother’s sitting room. The door is at the far end of the corridor. Shax pushes it open and strides in without knocking.

What I see surprises me and punches me in the gut just a little bit.

Our mother is crying.

She quickly brushes her tears away as she sees us, putting a bright smile on her face.

“Mom,” Shax says, leaning down to kiss her on top of