Hell's Belle - Eve Newton Page 0,10

full of my blood. I will have to burn it, but I don’t care. I have sated the war inside me for now. It has made me horny and hungry.

I get off the bed and get dressed. I wave my hand over the bed and it sets alight. Only the bed. I got this contained Hell magick from my mother, along with a vast array of other powers which I can amuse myself with on occasion.

I open the door and decide that if I run into a willing female before I hit the kitchen, then horny will get satisfied first.

As it happens, I do…much to my dick’s relief.

7

Annabelle

I grit my teeth and clench my fists. Losing my temper won’t get me anywhere with this blasted beast.

Mouse has taken it upon herself to snarl and snap at my fingers as I try to search her for a clue. Sure, I have no clue what I’m looking for, damn riddles, but I’m getting nowhere. She can be a very temperamental creature. Typical Hellhound trait. She can be the sweetest thing one minute and the next, well…here we are. I don’t want to hurt her, but for the love of all things unholy, I’m going to have to place her into a slumber if she doesn’t stop fucking biting me, which will hurt her in a way. I’m in no mood for pain, which is unusual. I just want to solve this puzzle that my father has laid out.

“Mouse,” I murmur to her. “Let me look at your collar.”

Snap, snap, snap.

Three jaws with wickedly sharp teeth aimed at my face isn’t great, especially when I’m also being slobbered on.

“Fine, you leave me no choice but to bring out the big guns. I’m going to get Elijah!” I remark with a triumphant glare at her which only pisses her off further. “Too damn bad,” I add, standing up and marching over to the door.

I yank it open and head off down the hallway to find the fearsome Master of Hellhounds. He is enormous, arrogant and aggressive – and that’s in his human form. I’ve only ever encountered his Hellhound shift once before and it’s not an experience that I’m ready to repeat in a hurry. I wouldn’t say that he terrifies me as nothing does, except… well… maybe later for that, but if I was anything less than the Demon Queen, I’d have peed in my leather pants.

Speaking of which, if I go down to the kennels looking like this, he will eat me alive.

I click my fingers and once again I am dressed in my usual black and red leather, spiked heels, and I have Babe in my hand. I march through the sin bin, taking in the pretty sights of pain and pleasure, wishing that I could linger. I lift the bat to my shoulder so that everyone can see it as I continue on my way. I have killed more minions with this thing than I can count. The secret is Shax’s blood. I dip the nails in it every now and again and if one of them penetrates the skin of a Demon to mingle with his own blood, he will burn from the inside out. Slowly. Painfully. Deliciously.

I give a wicked grin and see more than one Demon shy away from me. It surprises me that some of these females want to risk it for the thrill. It hits the skin; they burn, but they heal. My heels clack on the stone floor as I make my way over to the other side and then turn left, right and out into the courtyard. The black and red scorched earth under my feet crackles. With every step I take, little flames pop up signifying even more death. I have never walked on the Earth’s soil before, but Dad says it’s the same. Things corrupt, wither and die. I feel my nipples harden as the thought turns me on so bad, I suddenly find myself with an itch I can’t scratch. At least, I could, but where is the fun in that? I will have to get it seen to when I make my way back indoors.

I stride over to the kennels on the far side of the courtyard. The noise is deafening, but as soon as I walk in, swinging my bat loosely at my side, the hounds quieten down and start whimpering.

“Who the fuck is there?” A male voice thunders through the kennels. The ground shakes a little bit