Hell's Belle

by Eve Newton

  I freeze and curse. I turn around and take in her gorgeous body, that is still naked. She has removed her boots and pads across the stone floor to me barefoot. I have a feeling she did that so that I would loom over her. I get the feeling that she enjoys it.

  “What did he say?” I ask casually.

  Again, she runs her hands up my chest, but this time she presses her body against me. “He told me to stay away from you.”

  I let out a low rumble. “He had no right to do that,” I say quietly, gently taking her chin between my thumb and forefinger. “He doesn’t speak for me.”

  I catch Drescal inching closer to us, eavesdropping on this private conversation. I want to throw him out of here, but I don’t want to move away from Annabelle, even to do that.

  “He said that I’m no good for you, that I will crush you to my will.”

  I grip her chin tighter. “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” I let her go. I must because if I don’t, I will sweep her into my arms and kiss her, and if I kiss her, I will be lost to her.

  “Will I crush you, Elijah?” she murmurs.

  “No one can crush me,” I tell her. “But I can be what you want me to be, my Queen.” I drop to my knees before her. I hear her gasp as I take her hands. “If you want me to be an obedient puppy, I will do that. If you want me to slam you through walls while we fuck, I can do that too.”

  “Is that what you want?” she asks carefully.

  “Yes,” I choke out.

  “What about Killian?”

  I look up at her and search her eyes. “What exactly are you asking me?” I venture, cautious of the swirling emotions in those green depths.

  “Drescal has renounced his calling. To be a part of my life, to be mine, he has given up other lovers.”

  “Then you have already made your choice,” I say to her, my heart cracking. It doesn’t break completely as I expected as much. She would never choose to be with me.

  “I didn’t say he would be the only one,” she says softly.

  My eyes widen. “You require another?”

  “Another? Two more? Three? I don’t know. I may never know. If you want to be with me, know that I’m territorial of my property, and make no mistake, that you will be mine.”

  “You’re asking me to give him up?” I frown at her. My head has been spun by what she is saying. I don’t quite understand it.

  “Do you love him?” she asks.

  “I-I don’t know how to love. I care about him. Deeply.”

  “Talk to him. Come to a decision and you know where to find me.”

  I can sense her pulling away, but I can’t let that happen. Over my dead body is she walking out of here with that Incubus to go live happily ever after without me.

  I stand up and wrap my arms around her. “I can’t let you go,” I say, lifting her off her feet. “I will talk to Killian.”

  She nods. “Then take what you need from me now and come to me after you’ve spoken.”

  That’s all the encouragement I need to turn around and crush her against the wall.

  “Do I get to join in?” Drescal asks, coming closer.

  “That’s up to our Queen,” I say.

  She giggles. “Only if there’s DP.”

  “I always have time for DP,” Drescal says with a laugh and takes her hand, leading her and thus me, towards the bed.

  Drescal lets her go. I press my mouth to hers and do what I’ve wanted to do since she swept in here the other day full of attitude. I kiss her.

  She opens up for me, letting me sweep my tongue against hers. She tightens her hold on me, clawing her way closer to me as she devours my mouth with hers.

  She wiggles her hand between us and unzips my pants. They drop around my ankles as she takes me in her hand. “I love your cock,” she purrs, jerking me off. “I want it inside me.”

  “Do you want to take me, my Queen, or do you want me to take you?”

  “Take me,” she whispers, giving me the green light to slam her against the wall again and thrust up high into her in one single move.

  “Good puppy,” she pants as I fuck her hard and fast, making her come suddenly and violently. She screams and digs her vicious nails into my back. I grunt and grabbing her by her hips, I pump her up and down on my cock.

  “Oh, you do please her,” Drescal says from over on the bed. “Here I thought I’d have to give you instruction.”

  I growl at him, the smug fucker, as Annabelle laughs.

  “Oh no, not this one,” she rasps as she starts to move her hips, taking some of the control away from me. “Fuck, puppy, you are gooood.”

  She throws her head back and I take her nipple in my mouth before I pull away and fling her onto the bed as she laughs with delight.

  She parts her legs, letting me see her glistening wet hole.

  I drop to my knees on the floor and circle her clit as Drescal thrusts his fingers inside her. I’m unsure about how this will work. Will it be this way all of the time? Also, when I talk Killian into joining us, what then? Will she let us be together as long as she’s there? It was unclear what she was really asking of me.

  I forget all about that though, as I place my mouth on her pussy and taste her sweet juices. I thrust my tongue up her before withdrawing and swirling it around her clit. Then I thrust it inside her again and fuck her with my mouth as Drescal kisses her and plays with her nipples. She comes again against my mouth with an intense throbbing.

  “Fuck, you are delicious,” Annabelle pants. “I want you back inside me.”

  I stand up and strip my clothes off as Drescal does the same. He plunges his fingers inside her, wetting them and then he drags her onto his lap. He pushes her forward and lubes up her ass.

  “Oh, yes,” I whisper and take my cock in my hand. I jerk off as she watches me and when Drescal is ready to enter her ass, he pulls her back onto him and guides his cock inside her. I put my knee onto the bed and lean forward, bracing my hand on the wall at the head of the bed. My cock slips into her easily, fitting inside her as if it was made just for her pussy. My body is so much bigger than hers, I cover her, but I manage to fit against her at the same time.

  “Yes!” she screams. “Yes! More! Harder! Fuck me harder!”

  Drescal digs his fingers into her hips to hold her still as we impale her from either end, slamming into her, making her come. She goes slack, her head falling back as her climax rips through her, peaking her nipples into bullets. Her pussy clenches around my dick, creaming me, milking me.

  “Oh, Ahna,” Drescal pants. “Fuck, yes, fuck, yes….uhnnnn.” He thrusts one last time as he comes inside her ass.

  Anna.

  He calls her Anna.

  It’s possessive and familiar. I want to try it.

  I drop my hand around her throat and squeeze gently as I continue to pound into her. “Anna,” I murmur. “You are gorgeous, Anna.”

  Her eyes fill with raw lust. “I need you, baby. I need you to keep fucking me.”

  I wish that I could, but she has undone me. With a loud groan, I shoot my load into her, jerking my hips against her as I spurt out a stream of cum that goes on and on.

  “E,” Killian’s voice says behind me.

  “Fuck, Lian,” I moan, pulling out of Anna and turning to him, my dick dripping with cum.

  His eyes are furious, focused on Annabelle. The intensity in them increases when he takes in Drescal as well. He turns around and stalks out. I close my eyes briefly before facing Annabelle again.

  “I’m guessing we now have a problem,” she drawls, but seems completely unconcerned. “Deal with your shit, puppy, and then come and find me to tell me it’s done.”

  I frown at her. Her words are dismissive and I’m not sure how to take them. If we were alone, I would press her on it, but with Drescal hovering, I don’t feel comfortable discussing it.

  She stands up on the bed. She traces her fingers down the scar on my face, making me flinch. I don’t let anyone touch it, ever. Bu
t her gentle touch is different. She wraps her arms around my neck, gazing into my eyes as she runs her hand down over my head. “This was amazing,” she whispers to me. “But next time, I want it to be uninterrupted, all night long. Are we clear, puppy?”

  “Yeah,” I say before she kisses me. I can think of nothing I’d like more than to spend the night with her in her bed. “We’re clear.” I smile at her, as she pulls away. “At some point during that next time, I want to break some furniture with you.”

  “That can be arranged, baby,” she giggles, with a sexy wink.

  Then, she is gone, grabbing Drescal by the hand and taking him with her as she flames out.

  I turn and go to find Killian, who is leaning against the wall of the courtyard, arms crossed. “I guess we need to talk,” I sigh, crossing over to him. I take his hand and lead him back inside.

  “This isn’t going to end well for you,” he says. “She doesn’t care about you. All she cares about is making you roll over for her, puppy.”

  “Sit down. Let me explain to you what she’s said.”

  He does as I ask and looking at him as I pull on some clothes, I have no idea where to start.

  24

  Annabelle

  Several hours later, Drescal and I land back in my bedroom. I’m covered in Demon blood and guts from the Daily Dealings.

  “Shower,” I state and turn to the bathroom.

  “May I join you?” he asks slyly.

  “Not this time,” I say to his disappointment. “I just want to shower and get into bed. To sleep.”

  “Sleep,” he murmurs. “I have never slept with anyone else before.”

  I giggle. “Well, get used to it. I need sleep.”

  “I’m looking forward to you curling up next to me,” he says gallantly, even though I know he was expecting sex, but c’mon. After that DP session, even I need a break from it.

  Twenty minutes later, I’m dry, still naked and climbing into bed. Drescal takes me in his arms and I lie my head on his chest. This feels too weird.

  We both jump, startled when Shax bursts into the room, wielding his wicked-ass blade.

  “Are you drunk?” I ask him as he weaves from side to side.

  “Maybe,” he slurs. “Who knew that drinking a Bacchus Demon’s blood would do that?” He snorts loudly and then hiccups.

  “Uhm…I did, you fool. What the fuck?”

  “This looks fucking cozy,” Shax says, indicating the two of us with the blade. “Didn’t think the Incubus had it in him to spend the night after a fuck.”

  “Shax,” I snap at him. He is being a complete dick right now. “You know it’s more than that.”

  “Yeah, for how long?” he slurs. “I’m watching you, asshole,” he adds to Drescal. “I don’t like you.”

  I give Drescal an apologetic look. He is trying his best to hide under the covers.

  I get why. Shax is waving that knife around like a mad man.

  “Blood!” Shax says. “You need to recharge Babe.”

  “Uh-huh. Can we do it later?”

  “No time like the present!” he exclaims. It is the first time I have ever heard him use a different tone.

  He grabs the bat that I’d discarded as we landed and lays it on the bed. Then he takes his knife and slashes his wrist wide open. I hiss and slap my hand to my own wrist inadvertently, but it doesn’t hurt. I’m not bleeding. I try not to gape at it. No one is supposed to know about the life connection that Shax and I have. It is a huge weakness for me and will put Shax in immense danger.

  I glare at him as he bleeds all over the bat and my bed.

  He shrugs at me, swaying in a non-existent wind. “Later, baby,” he says and then saunters out, leaving me to deal with a newly recharged Babe and a hesitant Incubus.

  “Uhm,” he starts.

  “Don’t say a word,” I grit out, climbing out of bed and lifting Babe up carefully to place in the corner.

  He holds his hands up and scoots over to the far side of the bed.

  I sigh and strip off the sheets, chucking them in the corner to burn in a small contained Hell fire. With a wave of my hand, a new set appears on the bed and I climb in again.

  “Take two,” I say with a smile.

  He returns the smile but says nothing.

  Now that I am prone, I feel the drag of sleep pull me under. My eyes close and I feel my feet get wet.

  I look down. I’m standing in pure white sand, the sky blue above me and an expanse of water stretched out for miles in front of me. Palm trees sway in the sea breeze. The white dress I’m wearing floats around me and I smile.

  “Sid?” I call out.

  “Annabelle.”

  “Come to me.”

  He appears next to me and I take his hand. “You did this for me?”

  He shrugs. “I can create anything in a sub-conscious. Most beings fear the dark or at the very least, the uncertainty of it. That’s why I use it to draw the fears out.”

  “Well, this is prettier,” I say with a smile.

  “Not as pretty as you,” he says shyly.

  I smile and lean my head on his shoulder. “Thank you for leaving Gregory alone.”

  “I just wanted you to have something nice to look at.”

  “I like looking at you.”

  “Why?” he asks softly.

  “Because I see you.”

  He lets out a soft, sad laugh.

  “Can you do me a favor?” I ask.

  He stiffens. “What is it?”

  “Can you go into Shax’s head and find out where he hid that box I’m looking for.”

  He turns to me with a frown. “I could, but do you really want me to? I will end up feeding off whatever he fears.”

  “He is like me; he doesn’t fear much.”

  “Still…I will know his thoughts.”

  “It’s okay,” I say with a sigh. “You don’t have to.”

  “I will do anything for you.”

  I pause. I’m onto something here. With Shax, for sure, but maybe also with Razor.

  “How would you like to get all the fear you need from someone else?”

  “Who?”

  “The snake who let you out that wanted to hurt me.”

  “Oh,” he says. “You want me to give him something to fear?”

  “More than that. I want you to find out what he fears so that I can use it to punish him.”

  “I will do that for you, Annabelle. I will do anything for you.”

  “You’re sweet,” I tell him. “Thank you.”

  We stand in silence for a while.

  “I won’t tell anyone what I know,” he says carefully. “You can trust me to keep your secrets.”

  “I know,” I say lightly. It is a big leap of faith for me, but I take the step and put my shaky trust in him.

  “Are you going to kill him for violating you?” Sid asks.

  “Who? Razor?” I ask. “Of course.”

  “Don’t. I have a request. After you have punished him to your satisfaction, give him to me.”

  I lick my lips. “What for?”

  “To possess. His face is better than mine.” He says it with a twisted smile.

  “I don’t think so, but okay,” I say with only a slight hesitation, but it seems a fair trade.

  He turns to me and I lift my head off his shoulder to look up at him. He reaches out to trace the neckline of my dress, which is extremely low cut and shows off the tops of my tits nicely. “Your skin is flawless. Exquisite.”

  I cup his face. “So is yours.”

  He closes his eyes and leans into my hand. “Why are you so good to me?”

  “I care about you.”

  “Why?”

  “There is something about you that speaks to me.”

  “Can you ever love me?”

  “I don’t know if I can love anyone. I don’t know what it means to love, romantically. I love my brother, my family, but that’s different. I want to learn, but I don’t know how.”

/>   “That’s not an answer.”

  “It’s all I have to give you, for now.”

  “You are learning with the man in your bed? Or the therapist?” He gives me a questioning look, needing to know that there is hope for him.

  “I’m trying,” I say.

  In the next second, I’m pulled away from him by a force so strong, I nearly throw up. It shoves me back into the blackness, the dark pressing in on me, making it hard to breathe. I see flashes of fire and destruction.

  I smell brimstone and ash,

  A monstrous beast with horns the size of my arms and skin as red as the flames that surround him.

  His eyes are black pits of nothing as he looms over me, at least twice my size in height. His tail swipes at me, catching my arm and making me bleed.

  “Lucifer!” I scream, feeling fear for the very first time.

  I gasp, sitting up in bed, clutching my arm. It doesn’t hurt now; it was all a nightmare. “Dammit, Sid,” I mutter, putting my head on my drawn-up knees.

  “Anna?” Drescal asks, coming out of the bathroom with a glass of water. “Is everything okay?”

  “Mm-hm. Just thirsty.” I look up at him and force a smile on my face.

  “It wasn’t me!” Sid shouts in my head. “Please, Annabelle, you have to believe me. I didn’t do it!”

  His panic slices through me. He is so scared that I’m going to blame him for the horror that I just experienced.

  “Who then?”

  “Another! She is here!”

  “Another?” I say out loud. “I thought there was only you?”

  “Anna? Who are you talking to?” Drescal asks, sitting on the bed.

  I shake my head.

  “Old, the first, an overlord of Lucifer!”

  “What?” I bark out. “Sid? What are you talking about?”

  Silence.

  I blink and look at Drescal.

  “Anna. What is going on?”

  “Family shit,” I say, knowing it is a wholly inadequate answer. “Give me a few minutes to clear my head.”

  I stand up and pull on my royal purple robe, tying it tight.

  “Let me come with you,” he says.

  I give him a tight smile. “No, I’ll be fine. Just a few minutes, okay.”