Hell's Belle - Eve Newton Page 0,75

on Earth due to a story I didn’t listen to, had that kind of power. But it is more than that with Annabelle. She has something about her that I find intriguing, surprising. It has been a long, long time since anyone has had the ability to shock me, and yet she does with her words, so hot, so bold. I definitely see the upside to this arrangement. She is a female that I can see myself being with, in the real sense. Not that I will ever admit that to anyone, not even Elijah. Not yet anyway.

“Hey,” Elijah says from the archway.

I turn to him and open my eyes. “Hey. Have you spoken with Annabelle?”

“Yes,” he says, his eyes shining. “You did it. You got her to submit to you, didn’t you?” He lets out a loud laugh.

I smirk at him. “All it takes is a real male, puppy.”

“Fuck you,” he throws back at me, but he isn’t really upset. He sits down next to me and takes my hand. “Thank you for doing this.”

I shrug, deciding to come clean. “I went out there for you, E, but she is…she is something else altogether.”

“I know,” he says with a soft smile.

“Yeah, I get it now. She is alluring and feisty and the power…” I breathe in deeply. “Mine is connected to hers. I’m made from Lucifer’s blood, her blood, the blood of Hell. I want to tell you this so that you know. I don’t want to hide it from you.”

He frowns at me and pulls his hand away, which is what I was afraid of. “Connected? What do you mean?”

“Just as I explained,” I say patiently.

“Does she know?” he croaks out.

“I think so. She didn’t say, neither did I but it’s there, E.” I sigh. “What have you gotten me into?” I add with a sad laugh.

“Don’t tell her,” he blurts out. “Not yet, anyway. Everything is still so new; I don’t want that to fuck this up.”

“It won’t,” I say, gripping his hand again. “She really cares about you. She was having you regardless of what I, or anyone else, had to say about it. You don’t need to worry about this. I will never let what I have with her come between what you two have, or what we have. Never.”

He smiles at me and leans forward to kiss me.

I snake my hand up his thigh, but he stops me from touching him further.

“Not without her,” he mumbles.

“Excuse me?” I ask incredulously.

“Not without her,” he grits out louder.

“Is that what she said?” I demand getting pissed off.

“No!” he says quickly. “This is on me. You know how I feel about you, Lian, but now that I’m with her, I feel that doing this without her would be wrong. I dunno.” He shrugs.

“I see,” I mutter, disappointed that he feels that way. “So we will never be alone again?”

“Don’t look at it that way. Picture yourself fucking me as I fuck her,” he says softly.

I can’t help the groan that escapes my lips. Oh, it’s a fucking hot image, that’s for sure. “But I want you to myself. Call me selfish.”

“Sometimes, she can just watch, or be there doing something else. She doesn’t have to be involved, I just want her there, so she is secure, so she knows that I, we, aren’t excluding her.”

“She has put this idea into your head, hasn’t she?”

“No, not at all. I find myself very protective over her. I can’t help it. I want her to be happy.”

I chew the inside of my lip and then sigh. “Fine. I hear you.” I sit back mutinously, hoping that I can comply with this demand. I’m not used to taking instruction. I give it. I do what I want, when I want. I have never had to take another person into account, and I don’t think I like it. But I’m not walking away either so I’m going to have to take it on the chin. Perhaps over time I could have a word with her, get her to allow Elijah to be with me alone.

“Come,” he says. “We should get back to her. She is upset about the Shax thing.”

I nod and stand up. I keep hold of his hand as I swirl us upstairs in a bolt of lightning to see to our woman.

Our woman.

I can’t help the small smile that plays at my lips. I can’t help that those two words please me.

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Gregory

I’m overwhelmed.

It’s really the only word that fits