Hell's Belle - Eve Newton Page 0,2

arch my back and cry out softly.

He knows how to get this done. He makes me orgasm like no other male ever has. He knows it, he uses it to keep coming back and I let him because the high I feel when the climax tears through my body from his long, hard strokes is something that I cannot recreate, not for lack of trying.

“Yes,” I pant. He hits my G-spot and the tingle in my blood from his nearness sets alight. “Fuck, Dres, that’s it, baby!”

He grunts and fucks me harder.

I dig my sharp, black-lacquered nails into his back as I squeeze him with my thighs, riding the high that he’s bringing to me even before I come.

“Anna,” he moans, pulling all the way out and then slamming back inside me with such force, the bed rocks. “You drive me wild.”

“Ah!” I scream as my climax hits me hard. My blood roars through my body, my nipples are aching they are so erect, my clit pulses as my pussy clenches around his enormous cock.

“Fuck, yes,” he mutters and then he pounds me one last time before his own orgasm explodes and he drenches me with his cum. “No one else makes me come so damn quickly,” he adds with a laugh.

“You’d be a piss-poor Incubus if they did,” I retort with a chuckle and push him off me. “See you later.”

It’s his cue to leave.

I ignore his brief forlorn look as he re-clothes himself. I have somewhere that I need to be, and I have a stop to make on the way.

I throw him a bone. “I’ll come find you later. Now go.”

He beams at me and bows, “Yes, Your Majesty.”

I roll my eyes at him. Only he can make it sound like he is mocking me. “Why do I keep you around?” I ask, bending down to pick up a human thigh bone from the middle of the floor that Musmortus has slobbered all over. I throw it back to her, but she is too busy giving Drescal the evil-eye to notice.

“Because no other male down here can fuck you like I do,” he says darkly and then he sweeps out, his coat majestically swishing behind him.

I growl at him. He got the last word and that pisses me off. If I wasn’t already running late, I would go out there, drag him back and let him see the business end of Babe.

I slam the door shut and head for the en-suite. I have to shower, get dressed and see Shax before my appointment.

I don’t bother knocking as I barge into my twin’s room that is situated a few doors down from mine. It used to be next door, but he got tired of listening to my screams of pleasure. His words, not mine.

I stop short of slamming the door shut behind me as I take him in. He is naked to the waist and has his wings out. Black feathers flapping lazily, causing his hair to stir gently. He gets those from his dad, Dashel. The second ever Angel to fall from grace. The first, of course, was my great-grandfather, the original Lucifer. My wings are made from fire and they can burn a Demon from several feet away.

Shax turns towards me with narrowed eyes. He knows it’s me and he doesn’t bother to fold his wings back in, nor cover up the fact that he was about to screw some female. His wrist is slashed, his dark red blood dripping onto the carpet now.

I give the female a look of utter disgust.

Shax’s blood burns Demons. But he uses it during sex as some kind of game. They line up for it, reveling in the scorch marks that it leaves on their skin momentarily.

I don’t have a problem with pain, especially during sex, but I do have scorn for any bitch who comes sniffing around my brother. He is aloof, mysterious, eye-wateringly powerful and, not said in a creepy way, he is fucking gorgeous. The females eat it up around here.

“Belle,” he says in that quiet, level tone that is his trademark. He never shouts, never whispers. “What’s up?”

I gesture to the door for the bitch to leave, which she does hastily. Shax gives me an annoyed look, but then puts his wings away and does up his pants.

“So sorry for interrupting,” I say, sarcasm dripping from every word, “but I need you to help me keep looking.”

“Now?” he asks.

“In a bit. I have an appointment, but