Page 6 of Princess of Hell

Silver didn’t give me the vegan vibe. A small growl sounded from her stomach.

“I could eat.” Silver smiled. I love a woman who enjoys food. There’s something annoying about women who eat a bit of rabbit food. I held my tongue about the growling of her stomach. No reason to embarrass her, especially as I hoped to get to know her.

“Let me get some clothes on, and the guys need a few moments to get rid of the Demon. The owner of the bar is a shifter, too. He’ll take care of the rest.”

“Awesome,” River’s voice sounded from behind the carcass of the half-hacked Demon. “You flirt and we do the dirty work.”

Three

Silver

The wolf shifters were interesting enough, and I could eat an ox. I’ve had no real meal since leaving Hell. That burger chain crap doesn’t count as a meal. I need meat, bloody meat. My body can survive without food. Like each demon, I don’t need much food or sleep either, but I enjoy both. Demons are like camels. We can have our fill of food and water and survive for weeks like that.

The human dimension isn’t a safe place for me. I need to watch my back while doing my best to hunt down what was stolen from me.

The necklace. The only heirloom I have from my Mother. I held on to it even if I couldn’t remember my Mother. The tiny, delicate, silver-color necklace with the small half-moon dangling from it. I used to watch the light falling on the stones that filled the half-moon. It was vivid in my memory. Sometimes, I would imagine a woman’s face floating over me, smiling. Each time I tried to focus on it, it disappeared, like trying to hold on to smoke with my bare hands.

The necklace I was supposed to wear on my wedding day.

Thinking about my wedding and the engagement to a Demon I never met made my stomach knot up and hurt. No fucking way. I won’t think about him tonight--Caspian, son of Behemoth, or at least one of the sons. Behemoth had a horde of children with almost every succubus he stumbled upon. Can I say that he fell and landed between their legs?

Father and Behemoth worked out an agreement. When Behemoth’s favorite son, Caspian, becomes one of my father’s close advisors, then there is no reason for mistrust between the two Hellish dimensions. In short, I was meant to smile and look pretty and become some sort of trophy wife. Daddy dearest communicated to me two months ago that I was engaged. No prep, no lube, just the full ass fuck.

My entire body shivered thinking about it.

Caspian was of rank and breeding. We’ll have strong offspring. Sounds like dogs. I’ll be the bitch to produce the future generations of the rulers of darkness. I’m not even allowed to leave Hell, but…. Oh, well. With the help of Uncle Chris and the fates, I stepped through a small portal and jumped through. Uncle Chris had information that Behemoth planned to take me to his realm while Caspian stayed with dad. I wasn’t having it. Fuck that shit. No.

In my inner self, the necklace is important, maybe more than I ever could have imagined. It was mine, and I’ll get it back! Whoever stole it considers it important enough to send it around the World.

My Father made a huge secret about the identity of my Mother. He never told me who she was. Uncle Chris promised to help me find a spell to find her, or at least find out who she is. No one remembers anything about her. My Father used a strong memory spell to erase her from the minds of everyone, letting me know that she died.

Anger fills me again.

The possibility of finally seeing my Mother makes my heart beat like crazy. I came to the human dimension with hope. Hope to find her. Hope to meet her.

My brain switched gears and I’m back to reality, watching the shifters. Moon shifters, werewolves. The Alpha’s pheromones surround me. Jacks is a born leader. Strong, decisive. He can smell that I’m not human. It was probably when I burned his idiot brother that he noticed I’m a demon.

My eyes slide up and down Jacks impressive body. I’ve seen good-looking Demons but Jacks has something that gets my juices flowing. If I could, I would push him against the hood of the car and fuck him. Mmm. It sucks being a Virgo. As a princess of Hell, I should be able to enjoy every sin there is. Sadly, I’m a two-hundred-year-old Demon who hasn’t gotten any except boring self-satisfaction.

To my defense, two hundred Hell years aren’t much, but ugh.

I could use a good dicking. I was curious about it, wanting to practice all the things I’ve read about. I like guys with broad chests, strong shoulders, and large dicks. And damn, Jacks had them all. I started to drool, imagining his strong frame pushing against mine. He had a dark beard I wanted to touch and warm brown eyes that made me want… nothing.

I shouldn’t think of humans that way. Shifters are what happened long ago when a full Demon fucked a human. Their demon blood is so diluted that it doesn’t even count. They can’t step through the circles of darkness.

I study the other two guys. They’re not bad looking at all. Bigmouth River keeps muttering something. He’s used to having females swoon over him and already feels I should succumb to his charms. There must be some succubus blood in his line. I’ve been exposed to real Succubi and Incubi. There’s nothing a pretty boy can throw at me that would be new to me.

River’s back muscles flex as he covers the body of the Burlo Demon.

The third guy is like a mountain. He has a large body and looks like a strongman. The wide frame emanates strength. Muscles rippled under his moon-kissed skin. He has close-cropped, dark hair and works in silence, sending a small smile at me.

Jacks shows up at my side from out of nowhere. He wears a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt and looks delicious. Good enough to eat. I bite my lower lip without noticing. The silver shield sends vibrations through my body.

Down, girl, I remind myself.

“Let’s go.”

I walk next to Jacks, allowing enough distance between us so that he won’t touch me. My ribs mended themselves, and my lungs are no longer burning, bloody pits.

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