Page 18 of Princess of Hell

“No, if you drive, we drive with you. You need protection, and that’s our job.”

I had to say it, even if that was not the only reason. Spending the day with Silver in the same car sounded like the best thing ever. I had to think about dead kittens and sad orphans to push my hard-on away. Why was this happening to me? I behaved worse than a pup in heat for the first time in his life.

“What’s your favorite brand of car?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” River looked at me questioningly.

“Well, we can’t all drive in the same car. I’ll drive my Mercedes, and I want to buy a car for the other group. Would a Mercedes do?”

“Hot damn, I like the way you think.”

Silver nibbled on a second piece of pizza and left shortly after. We decided to return to our house and get a few hours of shut eyes. We planned to meet at her hotel at dawn and leave for New Orleans the first thing in the morning.

Six

Jacks

Silver was on my mind even while in bed trying to sleep. I wanted to hold her, sleep with her, feel her close to me, even if only for the joy of touching her. Even if a layer of leather had to be between us and her hair would burn on my skin.

I felt restless, wanting to know what she was doing and how she had enjoyed shopping. I was worried. That nagging feeling located itself in the pit of my stomach, and I wanted to make sure she was safe.

My phone laid on the pillow next to me. I dialed her for a Facetime call.

As the phone rang, I wondered what the hell was I thinking. Was I crazy to believe that someone as beautiful as Silver would like someone as ugly and deformed as me? She probably likes handsome men, men other women desire. She wouldn’t be interested in someone like me. The way she touched my leg with her gloved hand, the way she leaned into my body on the ride to New Orleans, made my blood boil in the most erotic way. The way she looked made me almost cum instantly in my boxer shorts.

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Silver

Jacks name appeared on my phone, and I pressed reply without hesitation. I had forgotten that I was wearing only a short, black silk robe in a hotel bed. Since arriving in Miami, I had shopped and brought myself tons of delicious and delicate lace lingerie. Just for myself. I have a right to be pretty and hot even if no one touches me. Ever.

The number I wore underneath was special. The bra was made of black lace that hugged my full breasts, and the relatively tiny panties connected to the bra with a pentagram-shaped system of straps. Oh, it made me feel so damn sexy. For the last few hours, I wanted to forget the craziness and the mayhem and wanted to feel like a hot girl, not like a Virgo demon. Ugh.

The silver shield flickered over my skin, and I pushed down the need to scratch it. Only my father could break it or a fated mate. Honestly, who was I fooling? The chance of me finding a fated mate was zero.

I answered the Facetime call. Jacks looked so good. I bit my lip involuntary as I looked at him through the phone screen. He wore an open white shirt. His eyes sent a warmth through me as he smiled from the other side of the screen.

“Hey, if I knew I’d get to see you like that, I would have called sooner.” Jacks was all smiles and honey. He took me in, his eye lighting up with something I couldn’t name. It was not just sexual attraction, even though we shared a lot of that. Jacks and I…. Hmm, there would be more going on if the nice little gift daddy gave me was not to keep every touch away from me.

“I have a body under all that leather, you know?” It was meant to sound funny and snarky, but it sounded like complaining and winning even to myself.

“And what a body! You make it difficult for me to talk straight.” Jacks eyes stuck to the screen.

I wished his hands could be on me. And those lips. I was in a mood to tease him. It was the first time I had a chance to explore my sexuality before being thrown to Behemoth’s son. The Prince of Skunks, as I called him. At this moment, I refused to think about anything else and allowed the magic to happen. I imagined Jacks close to me. His breath, warm and delicious, on my neck, that golden moment before he bites my neck and starts that fire inside me.

I stood, leaned my phone against the night lamp on my nightstand, and gave Jacks a full view of my sexy, new, black lace lingerie. There was a sound, like a gasp. His eyes were fixed on his phone, watching me. Moving in front of the phone and showing off my curves made me hot in a way I had never felt before. I started to move my hands on my neck, my chest, pinching my nipples through the thin, delicate lace fabric. My body moved to a song that sounded through the phone, coming from Jacks. It talked about love, lips, and kissing. The voice was smoky, female, and broken.

Even though I turned the heat on in my Miami hotel room to feel a little bit like home, this heat did not come from the unit. It came from the way Jacks eyes feasted on me. All his attention was on me, on the way my hands touched my body. I knelt on the bed in front of the phone and made a kissing mouth toward it.

“I’ll be a total guy now, but you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

I bit my lip and pulled my courage up. I mean, damn, soon I’ll be Caspian’s wife, and everything will be over for me. I had this horrible idea that I’d be chained to Jabba the Hut like slave Leia. I hated my fucking future husband before I had even met the asshat.

“How about you show me more?” Jacks voice melted my barriers. Lava boiled inside my belly, running down to the center of my lust. I wanted Jacks head between my legs, his lips pressed against my pussy, his tongue slow dancing with my clit, making me moan. I would have done anything he wanted.

Jacks smiled. A slight blush crept up his chest and face. He stopped as if frozen, then he took his shirt off. Beautiful, strong muscles greeted me, round shoulders I could sink my claws in, and a wide chest perfect to bite and scratch. I stood there, unbothered by his scar and the way it cut through his strong muscles. He was gorgeous.

A soft noise of appreciation left my mouth.

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