I convulsed and shook as if I were having a seizure. It quickly subsided into a gentle hot wave churning inside me. It didn’t hurt. It was surreal, floaty and powerful.
I knew now that I possessed a power I had no business owning. I wasn’t old enough or mature enough to wield Black Magic. Only the strongest beings in the Universe were blessed with Black Magic, and now I was in that club.
“Um, Grandpa, I’m guessing I shouldn’t share the arrival of my new super powers with anyone?” I gave him a small smile as I floated down from my bizarre blood high.
“That would be correct, although some will know.” He grinned as he ran his fingertips over the gash on his neck. It magically closed.
“Could I have done that?” I asked, referring to his healing.
“Yes, you can now,” he replied as he retrieved a small silver book from thin air. “In this tome are some of the things you need to know. Don’t read it all at once or you'll die.”
Laughter burbled from my lips. I waited for him to join me. I waited some more. He didn’t join. My laughter died in my throat.
“For real?”
“Yes.” His cute little dimples appeared and I couldn’t help myself. I squeezed him, but not too tight.
“What’s in the book?” I ran my hands over the cover and I could swear it had a heartbeat. I jerked my hands back. “Grandpa, it’s breathing,” I shouted.
“Oh, how wonderful.” His eyes were shining with glee. Of course he would think that was awesome. What in the Hell was wrong with my family?
“Wonderful,” I agreed sarcastically as I moved away from the freaky silver book with a pulse. “What’s inside that book?”
“Spells, how to cope with your gift, how to cure magical hangovers, how to destroy the world.”
“Great. That’s just frickin’ great,” I muttered as I attacked my now raw cuticles.
“Isn’t it?” Grandpa giggled and hugged me tight. “I love you, little Demon Princess. I really do.” He slowly let go and then disappeared in a breathtaking mist of black glitter. I looked down at my suitcase loaded with sharp, glistening weapons and I shook my head. I tucked the book into a corner, carefully zipped it shut and prayed I wouldn’t have to break in any of my shiny new toys any time soon. I walked to my closet, yanked out another suitcase and continued to pack.
Ahhhhh, just another effed up day in Hell.
Chapter 14
“I'm going to go to Earth to kick some ass in a timely manner and then come home. However, I'd like to go on record and say that I'll probably do something horrifically embarrassing to Hell and get my Demon card revoked." I paced my bungalow as a wave of apprehension crashed through me.
“Duly noted. Mine's been revoked at least a dozen times.”
I laughed and threw myself into Hayden’s strong arms. He wrapped himself securely around me and buried his face in my hair.
“You smell so good.” He ran his lips along my jaw and kissed the corner of my mouth.
I placed my hands on either side of his face and touched my forehead to his. Being so close to him sent shivers of delight through me. I eased away and searched his eyes. “Will you come see me?”
“I will.” He captured my lips and made me forget my name. I wrapped my legs around his waist and tried to wrestle him down on my bed.
“Oh no you don’t.” Hayden laughed as he flipped me over and locked my arms over my head while trapping my legs under his thigh. His desire made me bold.
“Well, I like this too.” I fought to free my arms so I could wrap them around his neck.
He slowly lowered his face to mine. Butterflies were having a smackdown in my stomach. My lips parted willingly under his and I gave myself freely to the passion of his kiss. He raised up and gazed into my eyes, “I have waited so long for you, Dixie.” His voice was low and intense.
“Was I worth the wait?” I whispered, completely lost in his eyes.
“Without a doubt,” he said.
“Hello, Dixie darling.”
“Holy shit,” I screeched as I sat up and conked heads with Hayden so hard I saw stars. “Dad, you’re supposed to knock!”
“Why should I knock on my own daughter’s door?” he asked, truly stymied.
“Because I’m an adult and I was busy.” I was mortified.
“And who is the young ma. . .” My father froze, his fists clenched at his sides and the room got chilly. Literally. It dropped about thirty degrees. “What are you doing here?” my father hissed at Hayden, giving him a brutal and unfriendly stare.
“Hello, Lucifer, it’s nice to see you again too,” Hayden replied as he made himself more comfortable on my bed.
Something was really wrong here. Why wasn’t Hayden afraid of the Prince of Darkness?
“I believe,” my dad spoke slowly through clenched teeth, “I asked you what you were doing here. I’d also like to know what in the Hell are you doing with my daughter.”
“I’m here because I’ve finished my task and I’m with your daughter because I’m in love with her.”
Hayden stood up and went toe to toe with my dad. Sweet Baby Beelzebub, Hayden really was as tall as he was.
“Impossible,” Satan bellowed. The room shook as his power bounced off of my walls like a ping pong ball on crack. I shrunk back into a corner, not liking where this was headed. I felt certain it would not end well.
“Not impossible,” Hayden countered. Holy Hades, I could feel his power dancing all over my room along with my dad's. Who in the Hell was he—or better yet, what was he? Why in the world would he challenge my dad like this? He either had a huge amount of power and magic or a gargantuan death wish. “You knew she was mine yet you sent me away all these years.”
“She’s just a child,” my father fired back at him.
“She’s a woman."
“Exactly,” my Dad shouted. “Young. Woman. And she’s mine. My little baby girl.”
“Helloooo,” I said to the two “Tug on Dixie” participants. “She’s sitting right here.”
“Quiet,” they yelled in unison. Well, alrighty then.
“She is not yours, she’s mine,” Hayden smugly informed Satan. Ooooh, my dad hated smug.
“I could destroy you so quickly and it would be so much fun.” My father bestowed an icy smile on Hayden. He was stunningly beautiful and viciously evil at the same time.
Hayden laughed, his beauty as riveting as my father's. “Try it, old friend. See how far it will get you.”
I was confused and pissed off. Clearly Dad knew Hayden. And Hayden must have some major magic mojo if my dad couldn’t kill him. How in the hell old was he? Had I been lip-locked with somebody that was around before mortals roamed the Earth?
“Lucifer, if you don’t approve of me. . .” Hayden stared pointedly at my father. “Are you prepared for the alternative?”
He got right up in Satan's face. He was either really brave or really stupid.
My dad turned his back on Hayden in a show of disrespect and walked away. He leaned against my wall and ran his hand through his thick hair. “No,” he conceded. “The alternative is unacceptable.”
“Good, then it’s settled.” Hayden reached for me but I backed away.
“I’m glad you guys worked that out,” I told them, my voice heavy with sarcasm. “But you forgot one minor detail. You neglected asking me what I want.”
My father laughed and Hayden looked pained.
“I thought you wanted me,” he said quietly.
“I did,” I said. “I mean, I do. I think. But you won’t own me. Ever. And neither will you,” I informed my smirking father. I turned my attention back to Hayden. “Who in the Hell are you, anyway?”
He was going to straighten a few things out before he stuck his tongue down my throat again.
“You haven’t told her who you are?” My father was positively gleeful.
“Shut up, Satan,” Hayden retorted.
“Tell her,” my dad taunted. “Tell her who you are.”
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A warning voice whispered in my head. How bad could it be? As long as we weren’t related. “Are you my cousin or something?” I felt like I was suffocating.
“No,” Hayden quickly interjected, then paused for an eternity. My dad bounced up and down like a three year old at a birthday party. “I’m the Angel of Death.”
The wings made sense now and I realized his lack of fear of my father stemmed from the simple fact that he was an unkillable True Immortal. Both men waited for my response. I waited for the other shoe to drop. It didn’t. “Yeah, so?”
“That doesn’t bother you?” Hayden asked uneasily.
“Why should it?” I shrugged. “I’m a Demon Princess, my father is Satan, most of my sisters are raging sluts, I have an invisible friend named Blanche and I’ve been in therapy for what feels like half of my life because I’m not evil enough. I’m not sure I’m such a great catch either.”
Hayden threw his head back and laughed joyfully. My first highly inappropriate reaction was to tackle him to the ground and have my way with him. Of course my dad being in the room kind of killed that one.
“Fine,” Satan rolled his eyes and threw his hands up in disgust. “Have you slept with him yet?”
“AHHHH,” I shrieked. “You so cannot ask me that.”
“Why not? I’m your father.” He was truly confused.
“That’s why,” I yelled. “I am not talking to you about these things!”
“All your sisters do,” he huffed.
“That’s so gross.” I shuddered.
My dad pulled me down on his lap and hugged me tight. “It’s okay with me if my adult daughter is sexually active with the Angel of Death. I will always love you no matter how distasteful your choices are.”
“Oh, for the love of abomination, I’m not technically sexually active. And you shouldn’t be encouraging your daughter to have sex.”
“But I’m Satan,” he grandly explained.
I tried to wiggle off his lap, but he held me fast and laid a big sloppy wet one on my cheek. I giggled and hugged the most important man in my life. I eyed the second most important man in my life as he leaned on my bedpost and watched me with my dad.
“We’ll be sure to let you know when her status changes.” Hayden grinned and my father made gagging sounds. I punched him in the arm and laid my head on his shoulder.
“If you hurt her, I will destroy you. I don’t care who you are,” my father threatened. He then gently lifted me off his lap, kissed my forehead and disappeared in a lovely black glitter mist.
“Well, that certainly went better than I anticipated.” Hayden blew out a breath and flopped back down on my bed as he pulled me along for the ride.
“Are you serious?”
“Yep.” He smoothed my wild hair back from my face. “I was sure he’d try to kill me.”
“But that wouldn't have worked. You're a True Immortal." I was no longer curious about his utter lack of fear of Satan.
“Correct, but it would have been quite messy.”
“But he said he would destroy you.”
“Oh Dixie, there are many things worse than death,” he explained and then changed the subject by running his fingers along my lips. The left side of his mouth lifted into a sexy crooked grin. My breath caught in my throat and my pulse started to race.
“You have four hours left. What would you like to do?” he asked with a twinkle in his eyes.
“Do you really want to know?” I asked.
“I really, really do.” His eyes turned red, as did mine.
“I wanna go to third base."
He considered my request and gave me a lopsided smile that made my insides dance. “Done."
"Really?"
"Really. Come here," he said in a voice that set my panties on fire.
"Nope. Come get me," I countered as I hopped off the bed and slowly pulled my shirt over my head. His breathing hitched and his eyes blazed as he hopped off the bed and made a grab for me. He was fast, but this time I was faster. Why the thought of being chased and ravished by the Angel of Death was turning me on to a degree I'd never felt was a mystery, but it clearly turned Hayden's crank as much as it turned mine.
His eyes narrowed as he began to stalk me like prey. I removed my clothing piece by piece and avoided his grasp. I knew he could catch me just as well as he did, but the thrill of the chase was as erotic as what I imagined would come next.
"You're playing a game you can't win." His voice was rough as he tore his shirt over his head. His broad shoulders and muscular chest made my insides clench in anticipation and a moist heat pooled between my legs. He was smoking crack if he thought we were only going to third base.
Something inside me came alive—something I'd never owned about myself. And I liked it. I liked her.
"I win either way," I purred as I unsnapped my bra and let it fall to the floor. The only thing that covered my body was a scrap of silk that barely passed for panties.
His eyes were glued to my breasts and the power I felt was intoxicating. My chest heaved and my nipples tightened to the point of pain. Hell, is this what I'd been missing by being a good girl? Good girls sucked. I slowly touched my aching breasts and he expelled a hiss through clenched teeth.
"Dixie," he warned as he held on to his restraint by a thread.
How in the Hell was I going to get my way if he was still standing across the room watching me? Time to play dirtier. I had no plans to lose tonight. I was a Demon and I wasn't above cheating or doing anything in my power to get what I wanted, and I wanted him. For a brief moment I wondered who I was, but the throbbing in my body squashed the thought quickly.
Turning around to show him my backside, I shimmied out of my panties. Hands at my ankles and ass in the air, I moaned as I slowly stood and ran my fingertips over all my intimate places. He was on me so fast I didn't see him move. His grip on my hips was painful and I gloried in his possession.
"You're playing with fire," he ground out through clenched teeth before he took my nipple into his mouth and suckled hard.
My body jerked and I gasped as heat shot through me and straight to my core. I arched into him and offered my body in a way that came so naturally I was shocked. My hands grasped his hair and I held on for dear life as he bit and sucked at my breasts till I was sure my vision was gone.
"Hayden," I gasped. "Oh my Hell. I need. . ."
"What do you need?" he demanded as his large hands cupped my ass and trapped my willing body against a huge, jeans-covered erection.
"You. I want you. All of you." I cried out as he pushed a strong thigh between my legs and pressed against the part of me that was on fire. I rocked against him as little shocks traveled through my body.
"Am I overdressed?" he asked as he bit and sucked at my lips.
"I don't know. Are you?" I shot back, unable to stop moving obscenely against his thigh.
"You tell me, Dixie. And tell me now, but know if I remove my clothes I will bury myself so deeply within your body you will feel me inside you for eternity."
My body stilled and I searched his eyes. It wasn't just the sex. It was him. I wanted him. I wanted to be with him and I wanted him to remember me if I died on Earth. Selfishly I wanted to experience making love with someone I loved in case I didn't come back.
"You're overdressed, Hayden—very overdressed."
His head fell back on his shoulders and the growl he made low in his chest sent me into a mini orgasm. I felt the loss of his thigh acutely, but I knew what was coming would be even better.
His clothes were gone in a flash and my excitement became tempered with fear. His erection was huge and all of a sudden I wasn't so bold anymore.
"I've never done this before," I blurted as he effortlessly picked me up and tossed me on my bed. "And I had no idea you were so, um. . .humongous and I don't think that's gonna fit, so maybe we should just go to third base."
He grinned evilly at me and my body spasmed in response. Why were the bad boys so fr
eakin' hot?
"What did I tell you would happen if I took off my clothes?" His eyes were hooded and his erection stood at attention on his stomach.
"That I would feel you inside me for eternity," I whispered.
"Touch me," he said. "Feel what you do to me. I plan to have you and I promise after what I do to you, you will beg for me to take you—but if you want to stop, I will. I will stop at any point, Dixie. This is more than sex."
"Are we bonding?" I asked as I crawled across the bed to him. I wanted to touch him. I needed to. His beauty was like nothing I'd ever seen.
"No. Not until you do what you need to do on Earth, but I will make love to you tonight. I will mark you and I will make you mine."
"Will it hurt?" I asked and realized I didn't really care if a little pain was involved. The ache between my legs was becoming painful and the need to have him inside me was overwhelming.
"Possibly," he said as he took my hands and wrapped them around his cock. It was smooth as silk on the outside yet as hard as steel. "I'll try to go slow, but you completely undo me. Lie back and hold the headboard," he said.
"But I want to touch you."
"You will." His smile was positively sinful. "But the first time it's all about you."
If I'd been standing I'd have dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes. My body went liquid and my brain was functioning at half-speed.
I did as he instructed and he skimmed his hands over every part of my body, followed by his mouth. I writhed and moaned under his touch, which seemed to increase his need. His lips took mine in a crushing kiss and his hand slid between my legs. The heel of his palm pressed against my clit and I bucked and gasped. His sexy chuckle was almost my undoing, but he was just getting started.
"You are so beautiful," he said as his mouth made a trail from my lips to my neck.
As the pressure of his palm increased, his finger slipped inside me and the pleasure was intense. A second finger followed and I tightened in protest.
"Relax, Dixie. Let me in." His voice was hypnotic and I let my legs fall open. His head dropped to my breast and his lips trapped my nipple. His tongue ran lazy circles around the rock hard nub and my back arched trying to make him increase the pressure. He took the hint—happily. The harsh pull of his mouth on my breast sent me into meltdown and he pushed a third finger inside me. The burn from the stretch was obliterated by the fireworks his mouth was causing. Despite the pain I rocked almost violently against his hand. My brain said wait, but my body had other ideas. The sounds coming from him were the sexiest things I'd ever heard and my need for more skyrocketed.
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