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her fingers, tracing lightly, making me shiver. Her skin is as icy as the snow outside. My hot skin almost sizzles under her feather light touches.
When I don’t bat her away, she leans forward, squeezing one of my nipples and then sucking it into her mouth.
I can’t help the gasp that escapes my lips.
It’s like my nipple is encased in an ice cube. It peaks painfully, as does the other one which she pinches roughly between her cold fingers.
Xavier flicks my nipple one last time with her tongue and then pulls away with a wicked smile. “Want me to carry on?”
Wordlessly, I uncross my legs and undo the button on my leather pants. I sit back as she lowers the zipper and slides her hand inside.
“Mmm,” I murmur as her fingers find my clit and she circles it gently.
“Ahna,” Drescal says, appearing next to me and looking down at Xavier with her hand in my pants. I feel like I’ve been caught doing something wrong and it spikes my blood to rush to my clit and thud under her fingers as I let out a muffled moan.
She pulls her hand back with a smug smile and stands up.
If she expected Drescal to look at her, she would be disappointed. He doesn’t tear his eyes away from me.
“Put your cloak back on,” I say to her, holding Drescal’s gaze.
I see her out of the corner of my eye bend down to do as I say. As soon as she has covered up, Drescal turns to her with a smile. “Xavier, nice to see you again.”
“And you,” she replies. She gives me a cool smile that belies the fire in her eyes. She bows her head briefly. “My Queen. I’ll leave you two alone.”
She saunters off and I call over my shoulder, “Find yourself a room, Pestilence. There’s a lockdown on, don’t you know.”
I hear her soft snort of amusement and grin to myself as she wiggles her fingers at me.
“Door’s open,” Drescal calls after her as I turn back towards him.
“New player?” he asks, taking my hand and linking our fingers together.
“Maybe,” I say slowly. “You got a problem with that?”
“Not at all,” he says smoothly, pulling me up.
He sits and drags me onto his lap.
I lean forward and kiss him. His hands go to my backside to pull me closer, making me rub my pussy over the bulge in his pants.
“Forgive me?” he asks, breaking our kiss.
“Guess so,” I murmur.
“Good,” he says with a smirk, gripping my chin. “I know you want me for the seduction, but… fuck me?”
I giggle and nod, kissing him again, still riled up from my near Shift and Xavier’s attention. It also reminds me of Shax’s betrayal, which starts the circle all over again. Gripping Dres’s shirt, I kiss him fiercely only to be interrupted moments later by an unwanted visitor.
“Pardon me, Your Majesty,” Roberta says, having popped in next to us.
I give her a steely-eyed glare. “What?” I snap.
“You need to come with me. Now!” she says, gripping my arm. Without waiting for me to do up my corset, or my pants, she transports us back to her headquarters, where we land in front of a scene that awakens the beast and no amount of counting or fucking is going to stop Her from coming out.
Chapter 8
Devlin
I sit at the dive in the worst part of Hell and drown my sorrows. At the very least, I’m trying. It’s not working very well. Being a powerful Demon will do that to you though. It’ll stunt your ability to get so fucking pissed, you forget your own name.
“’Nother,” I drawl at the barkeep. He does me a solid and slides the whole bottle over. “Ta,” I mutter.
I pour out a vodka for me and another for my fallen. I down them both quickly and pour them out again. “For you, Pierre.”
I sigh and slump forward. Pierre. My favorite apprentice. A human so special, his aura glowed around him a perfect black, telling me he would be perfect for me to turn into a Necromancer and carry on Hell’s work by my side, until he was ready to fly on his own. Too bad I’d gotten on the wrong side of a collection of Voodoo practitioners who took him a day after I turned him, to punish me. Without me to guide him through the process and offer him my blood to drink, he withered away and died. For real.
I won’t say that I’m sentimental by any