by Eve Newton
“Aleister,” I murmur.
The need to go to him almost overwhelms me, but I can’t. Not in the state I’m in. If I go to him now, I will scare him away because I won’t be able to stop myself from pouncing on him and taking what I need. He needs a bit more care, I think. Something more seductive, slow, sensual.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan softly as I feel myself go damp.
I shake my head and flame out to the sin bin, which has some very dark delights on offer. I stride forward, only to be pulled up short by a hand on my arm.
I stop and turn to face that beyond hot male from the arena.
“Your Majesty,” he says, dropping his hand now that he has my attention. “May we talk?”
I lick my lips and take in his entirety. He is spectacular. He is taller than Elijah by about two inches, so he absolutely towers over me. His pupils are white with blue irises and he has a soft auburn color to his hair, which is shaved really short. His body is as hard as marble and his whole attitude just screams Alpha male.
“Of course,” I say and let him lead me off to a quiet, dark corner.
“I am…”
“Killian. War Horseman,” I interrupt him.
He nods. “I apologize for not making your acquaintance sooner. I was on assignment on Earth.”
“I’m aware,” I murmur. “Did you not think that meeting your new Queen was worth returning for?”
“I prefer not to be recalled unless it is an emergency,” he states.
“I see,” I say, with a raised eyebrow. I reach out and place my hand on his forearm. His muscles ripple as he flexes slightly. “You are a big boy, aren’t you, War.”
He blinks at me. “Respectfully, Your Majesty, I want you to stay away from Elijah,” he says, surprising me.
Taken slightly aback, I frown at him. “Excuse me? Who are you to dictate who I can and cannot see?”
“No one, but you are not good for him.”
“Oh, really,” I drawl, digging my sharp nails into him slightly. “I was under the impression that I was real good for him.”
His nostrils flare as he gets my meaning and he looks to the side. I take this opportunity to run my hand further up his arm. There isn’t a single male that I know of that can resist me when I turn on the charm. My small hand rests on his bicep that is as big as a tree.
He looks down at my hand and then back at me with such a blank look, I pull my hand away and clear my throat. I jam my scorned hand onto my hip and give him a level look as the penny drops.
“You care about him,” I say.
“More than that,” he growls.
I nod slowly. “I don’t mind sharing.”
The scathing look he gives me makes me want to rear back, stung and hurt. But I stay exactly where I am, giving as good as I get. This asshole has started off on my bad side and I fully intend that he stays there.
“You are not my type, my Queen,” he says in a tone that is definitely mocking.
“Good, because I don’t do asshole,” I snarl back.
“Then you will not find it a problem staying away from Elijah,” he retorts.
I grit my teeth and exhale. “Why are you asking me this?” I pretend that he is asking me and not telling me to try and retain the dominance in this conversation, but I feel that even if I went full She-Devil on him, he’d want me to submit. Well, fuck that. I don’t submit to anyone, especially arrogant assholes.
“I saw you at the arena earlier. Elijah was fighting with Razor because of you. He’d heard that Razor wronged you and he called him out. He cares about you, more than he should because you will only end up hurting him. I’m protecting him.”
“From me?” I ask, annoyed as a hungry Hellhound.
“Yes. I may not know you, Annabelle, but I know your type. You won’t accept him the way he is, and he will try to change for you. You will crush him to your will. I won’t allow that.”
“Oh, won’t you, Killian?” I say sarcastically, pissed off that he dared to familiarize himself by using my name.
“No.”
Man alive, this guy has got balls. It’s kinda sexy, but in a way where I want to kick his ass all over Hell and then leash him, on his knees so that I can kick him while he licks my feet. I get the feeling that will only happen in my dreams, though. He doesn’t give a flying crap. He doesn’t want to be with me at all, which is kind of a first for me.
“I don’t like being told what to do, especially by a minion,” I say as steadily as I can. “It only makes me want to do it more.”
His eyes bore into mine, his jaw clenched so tight, it must be giving him a headache.
“Stay away from Elijah or we are going to have a problem,” Killian says, bending down slightly so that he can say that to my face and not two feet above my head.
“Oh, we already have a problem, War. Watch your back, sweetie, because you won’t see me coming. If I want Elijah, I’ll have him.”
“Not on my watch,” he growls.
“Then your watch will have to end,” I retort and turn on my heel to walk away, furious that he has dared to be so egotistical, so conceited around me. Who the fuck does he think he is? Apart from War, obviously. I suppose everything you need to know about him is in the name. It strikes me as odd that he cares about Elijah so much. It also massively turns me on to picture the two of them together. I had no clue that Elijah liked dick. He seems to love pussy from my own experience. It just makes it even harder to walk away from him, even more so now that Killian has told me to.
Told.
“Fucking asshole.”
I march over to the seat that Razor was in earlier and drag the seated putrid Disease Demon out of it by his shirt and fling him over my head. He lands in an oozy, gooey mess which I turn my nose up at in disgust.
I sit down and cross my legs, bringing a whip to my hand. I flick it at the girl that is tied up to a wooden pole a few feet away. “Someone torture her.” I order and I sit back with a smug smile as almost every Demon in the sin bin fights for the honor to do as I demanded.
Almost every Demon.
Killian is glowering at me from the quiet corner, having not moved a muscle.
I hold his gaze for a few seconds before I tear it away.
When I look up again moments later, to my disappointment, he is gone.
22
Drescal
My day has gone downhill. It started off in a landslide but soared when Anna agreed to give us a chance. Now, I’m standing in front of Roberta, having handed in my resignation moments ago. To say that she is pissed off is an understatement. Even knowing that the Queen has already approved my decision hasn’t helped. She is berating me about all the time and effort she has put into me in the last hundreds of years. I hope that she’ll wrap it up soon as I want to be with Anna. Now that I know she is mine; I want to be with her every second that I can. Moving down the hall from her will allow me to see her whenever I want. Okay, who am I kidding. Whenever she wants. But it’s good enough for me.
“Look,” I snarl. “Annabelle already knows and we’re going to be together so there’s nothing you can do about it.” I leave her gaping after me, like an enormous goldfish and shimmer out to the residence. I can go back to my apartment later for my stuff once I’ve settled into the room Annabelle has arranged.
I appear in the sin bin to a large crowd, thumping music and sexual energy bouncing all around. It’s not unusual in here, but this time it’s different. It’s more primal and focused only on one creature.
“Annabelle,” I murmur and walk forward, pushing my way through the crowds of sweaty, panting Demons. I stop when I get to the front of the heaving masses. I shake my head with a smile as I see Annabelle entertaining her minions. I’m not worried about her in spite of the lust directed her way. She can take care of herself.
She catches my eye and gives me a wicked smile as she slides sexily down the tied-up female that appears to have been beaten to within an inch of her life.
My breat
hing goes heavier as she licks her lips and her eyes go dark with desire. Whatever she is doing now is for my benefit and I couldn’t love her more. She beckons me forward, letting all of the Demons know that she is now doing whatever it is for me. I stalk closer to her, my eyes riveted to hers. When I reach her, I fist my hand into her hair and bend down to kiss her. She lets me briefly, but then pushes me away towards a high-backed chair. I sit and wait for her next move.
She reaches behind her and starts to unclip the hooks of her sexy bustier. I narrow my eyes at her. What is she doing? Trying to start an orgy by the looks of it. The horny Demons are pressing in closer, but as she turns back to them and drops her top, she also throws up a barrier.
“Eyes only,” she murmurs, but they all get the message loud and clear as a few of them singe their fingers on the shield.
“Anna,” I say quietly. “Are you sure you want to do this.”
She turns to me. “Oh yes,” she says and with a click of her fingers, her skirt has disappeared. She is standing in front of me in just a pair of thigh high boots.
“Fuck, you are gorgeous,” I whisper, forgetting about the audience.
She gives me a slow smile and then walks back to the tied-up female. She is naked, bruised, and bleeding in several places.
Anna softly cups the right breast of the female and pinches her nipple, twisting it before she ducks her head to suck it into her mouth.
I groan loudly and shift in the chair. My dick has swollen and it’s getting uncomfortable.
All eyes are on Anna. Not a single being is looking at me. That will change though when she comes to me. I will be the envy of all of Hell. I’m absolutely confident that she will want to end this display with a very public fuck, and I’ll oblige her happily and without complaint.
I can hear Demons in various stages of arousal, both male and female, masturbating as they watch their Queen have a bit of fun and wondering where it’ll lead.
Anna starts to rub the clit of the female, gently circling it with her fingers. She places a soft kiss on the female’s lips, flicking her tongue out, before sliding it slowly into her mouth. I stifle my groan, as I know that kiss. It is sensual as fuck and watching Anna bestow it on another female makes me crave it. She slides two fingers into the female’s pussy, withdrawing and adding a third. Then she starts to finger-fuck her, making the bitch come all over her hand. Anna laughs. It’s dirty and sexy. Then she starts to roughly finger-fuck her, adding another finger until she is fisting the female harshly.
She looks at me to see my reaction and she likes what she sees. I have always enjoyed watching two women together. There is something about it that turns me on and when one of them is Anna, I find it hard not to go to her and touch her.
She giggles, casting her gaze over my enormous bulge and then she leans in to kiss the female softly on her lips again. Anna pulls back and blatantly licks her, flicking her hand at the chains holding the female in place. She falls to her knees with a whimper, battered and worn out.
“What do you want her to do?” Anna asks me, holding her hand out for me.
I don’t even have to think about it. “I want her to lick your sweet pussy, my love.”
“Show her what to do?” she asks with a laugh.
“Oh, yes,” I murmur, fisting my hand into her hair and kissing her deeply, enjoying the envy of the Demons watching. I can feel a pair of eyes on me and turn my head to see Elijah staring at us with a furious look on his face.
I give him a slow smile and then turn my attention fully back to Anna. I push her gently into the chair and then drop to my knees in front of her. She parts her legs and throws her head back as I suck her clit into my mouth and grind my teeth down just this side of too hard.
She gasps, shoving her hands into my hair.
I tongue fuck her a few moments and then move away, dragging the female over to her. “Please your Queen,” I order her and then sit back to watch as she does.
Anna bucks under the attention of the female’s tongue. She is licking and flicking, sucking and nipping at Anna’s clit until she is screaming through an orgasm. I add to it by sucking her nipples, grinding down gently with my teeth. I slip my dick out of my pants and grab the female’s hand to jerk me off. Anna’s eyes flash as she sees another female touching me. She yanks the hand that is circling my cock away from me and then crushes it, breaking the bones of the weak Demon. Her cries of pain are heard above the roar of the crowd.
Anna shivers and with an almost evil smile, leans forward to snarl, “No one touches him except me.” She squeezes harder and then yanks back short and sharp, taking the female’s severed hand with her.
I press my lips together so that I don’t laugh. I knew it would cause a primal reaction in her after our conversation earlier and that is why I did it. I wanted all of these Demons to see that she wouldn’t tolerate anyone else’s hands on me.
There is an audible gasp as the realization hits them that she has staked a claim on me. I’m the only Demon around that this has happened to. I have no doubt in my mind that I won’t be the last, especially with Elijah practically slobbering in anger near her left side. But it works for me, for now.
“Stake your claim, baby,” I whisper to her, leaning over her as she shoves the female away from her with her spiked boot heel, and then throwing the severed hand at her.
Anna laughs as it hits the bitch on the head, making her weep mournfully.
“Oh, yeah, is that what you want?”
“Mm-hm,” I murmur.
She stands up and pushes me into the chair. Then she turns around and sits on my lap, opening her legs wide. She reaches for my cock and guides it inside her as she leans back and gives me a reverse cowgirl that pleases the crowd immensely. If the shield hadn’t been up two things would’ve happened. The first being, we’d have been sprayed with cum as it was shot out of dozens of Demon’s dicks and secondly, Elijah would’ve probably ripped her away from me and killed my ass. He is beyond furious now.
I know that Anna has a thing for him, I can see it when she looks at him.
Right now, they have their eyes locked even as she rides me to the point where she shudders on top of me, coming in wave after wave of ecstasy as she is watched in this act. It’s getting her off big time. I rub her clit, twisting it and pinching until I feel her clench around me again and then I let go. I groan loudly so that everyone can hear me and know that I’m pumping their Queen full of cum as they watch us.
“Fuck,” I roar, as the last of it drains out of me.
She circles her hips, riding me for a bit longer, before she stands up, letting my dick slide out of her, along with a boatload of cum.
“Mmmm,” she purrs, wiping her pussy with her hand, then she does something incredibly stupid.
She drops the shield and strides forward, trailing her wet hand over the few Demons that are in the front of the crowd, causing them to go rabid. They box her in, clawing at her, but before I can get to her, wondering why the fuck she is letting them paw at her and isn’t flaming out instead, Elijah lets out a thunderous howl and barges past all the Demons that have surrounded her and sweeps her up in his arms. She laughs maniacally, throwing her head back as he storms off with her in his arms.
Gritting my teeth and doing my pants back up, I shimmer out.
I’m waiting in the kennels for them as they burst through the courtyard. She is still laughing in delight and he is foaming at the mouth.
I have a sudden and very desperate need to see how this plays out.
23
Elijah
“You silly, little bitch,” I growl at Annabelle, dropping her gently to her feet.
She is giggling uncontrollably.
“And you,” I snarl at the Incubus. “Why did you let her do this?”
“Let her?” he snorts. “You fail to understand our Queen, my friend. I am unable to “let” her do anything.”
Annabelle snickers and then she has the decency to calm down. She sighs happ
ily and then stretches her arms above her head, lifting her tits enticingly, before she drops them again to her sides.
“Lighten up, Elijah,” she drawls. “It was a bit of fun. I could’ve removed myself from that situation at any time, but I didn’t want to. You’re a party pooper.” She pouts at me.
“And you shouldn’t be flouting your body to every fucker in Hell.”
“Since when did you become such a prude?” she asks.
“You don’t know me,” I say briskly. “I heard about what Razor and that Gargoyle shit did to you. There was no way that I was letting that happen again.”
“Hm, yes, I saw you in the arena,” she purrs at me, coming closer and running her hands up my chest. The scent of sex is all over her and it attacks my senses, hitting me in the face and causing my cock to stir. I’ve been trying not to look at her as she stands naked in front of me in just her sexy boots. I push her away gently. “So sexy defending my honor.”
“Why did I need to in the first place?” I ask something that has been bugging me since Musmortus came to me and led me to Razor. He was lauding it over the other Demons, saying he’d fucked her while some others held her down. If I could get an accurate account of all who had been involved, they would all be smashed up like I did to Razor.
“Long story,” she sighs, avoiding Drescal’s fierce glare.
Seems the Incubus didn’t know about it.
“Get dressed,” I grit out and turn to walk back into my private quarters.
“Killian came to speak to me about you,” she calls out after me.