Page 22 of Princess of Hell

Seven

Silver

“Silver, are you okay?” Jacks voice sounded sweet and preoccupied.

I couldn’t catch my breath. Everything was soft and silky. My head was filled with thoughts of cocks and hands on me, on my body, all at once. Forming a coherent thought was difficult.

“I’ll dress and come over,” Jacks said, startled.

“No, don’t. I’m fine. You know we won’t be able to keep our hands off each other, and you’ll end up badly hurt. It’s only going to be frustrating for both of us.” Being so reasonable and calm was difficult because I didn’t want anything other than be with Jacks. All the way.

“I’m a shifter. I’ll heal.”

“You won’t, not if you touch me for too long. We’ll travel to New Orleans, talk to Lilith, see if she can help me with the necklace. And with this.” I gestured nervously around myself. It hurt wanting Jacks so bad and not touching him or sleeping in his arms on occasion.

“I’m a freak,” I whispered to myself.

“You’re not a freak. You’re like a gem, beautiful and precious. Nothing worth having is easily obtained. I wish I could hold you.”

“Stay with me on Facetime?” I whispered to Jacks, wanting to say so much that the words stuck in my throat.

“I will. Anything you want, Silver.”

“Jacks, you can touch every other female you like. This… what we have… this shouldn’t keep you away from having fun. I don’t have a claim on you. I….” I tried catching my breath. “I can’t offer you what you need, what a man desires. I doubt this little phone play is enough for you.”

“This is still my decision, and I desire only you, Silver.” Jacks pushed his long dark hair back and flashed me one of his smiles. “If things were reversed, would you stop wanting me?”

A knot formed inside my throat. “No, I want you. I’d wait for you.”

Jacks smiled. I love the way his eyes sparkled and his long lashes threw shadows over his tanned skin.

“Tell me something.” Jacks showed me his hot body with all the gorgeous, stacked muscles as he stretched.

“What?” I pulled a blanket over my butt, but he still had a full view of my tits and hard nipples.

“I mean, tell me something about your childhood and your home. Fuck, tell me what you can about your dad. I’ll probably meet him one day.”

Was he crazy? He would never meet my father. Dad would turn him into ashes merely because he felt like it. The Ruler of Hell never needs a reason when he wants to dust someone. No joke, he would not even ask anything. He would take one look at Jacks and turn him into dust. A shifter who showed his cock to his daughter?

“Well…” I started, playing with my hair and watching Jacks. “I like warmth, so I love it here. Miami is wonderful and so alive. I’ve had a lot of weapons and battle training. My Father found tutors for me for all possible weapons. I studied the art of war with the greatest masters, as well as boxing and martial arts. I had a phase when I wanted Yoda to teach me, so dad found a small green demon who was great with swords and talked funny. He wasn’t Yoda, but it was close enough to shut me up, I suppose.”

I remembered Master Hashiro, and it made me smile. I was such aStar Warsgeek. I wanted a lightsaber and Yoda to teach me about the Force.

Jacks smiled, his straight white teeth shining. His mouth looked so kissable. I wanted to kiss him again and again until my lips were sore.

“He sounds great, your Dad. I mean, it sounds as if he tried to make you happy.”

“Yeah, he did,” I said.

I smiled, remembering my Dad. There were moments when I felt as if he and I were so close I could understand his reasoning for what he did, though I still can’t understand why he erased my Mother from my memory. My Father’s shoulders were heavy with responsibility and everything he did had grave consequences. My heart burned inside my chest. I hoped he would never find out that I ran away like a thief in the night.

“Dad’s busy most of the time. I hung around a lot with Uncle Chris.”

“What about your mom? I mean…. Sorry, Silver. I’m such an ass.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind. I miss her, and I don’t even know her name. Is it weird to miss someone you don’t know? Dad lied to me about her death. It was Uncle Chris who told me she’s alive.”

“Why doesn’t he just tell you who she is?” asked Jacks, his eyebrows knitted together in a deeply concerned expression.

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