Hellbaby

by Minx Malone

  “Damn. I’m coming.” He growled when she didn’t pull back, just sucked harder, going wild on his length, her tiny fingers caressing his balls as she swallowed him. His spine seized as he came, and he couldn’t stop the motion of his hips as he reared up, his cock ramming into her mouth. She moaned around him and swallowed the thick streams of cum. A thin trickle escaped and slid down his shaft.

  “I thought it would get easier.” His voice was strangled as she gave a final lick to his shaft before kissing the tip gently. She rolled over and propped herself up on her arm so she could look at him. He stayed on his back, his eyes on the ceiling.

  “You thought what would be easier?” Helena inched closer until she was pressed against his side from breast to thigh.

  “The burn. The ache for you. I thought it would be easier after the first time, for me to be around you, to look at you. But it’s never enough.” He rolled over until she was beneath him again and buried his face in her neck. She sighed and arched under him, touching the tips of her breasts to his chest. He captured a taut pink nipple between his teeth and nipped gently, tugging at the tight point until she squirmed beneath him.

  “It’s never been like this with anyone else. I’ve never been able to just feel.” She ran her hands over his broad shoulders and reveled in the feel of his muscles bunching beneath the skin.

  “You’re talking about the fire?” His body tensed as he watched a range of expressions cross her face. Of course she was. She was only half demon, but she’d been born with more passion than most and had struggled to keep her energy under control since she was a child. No doubt she had to hold back, keep some part of her energy in reserve when she made love. A human male wouldn’t be able to withstand the kind of heat their kind could generate. An image of Helena on her back with some unknown male between her thighs popped into his mind. He clenched his jaw against a sudden irrational urge to hunt down every one of her previous lovers.

  “Abaddon? What is it?” Helena drew back and looked at him quizzically. When he shook his head, she poked him in the shoulder. “If it’s nothing, why are you growling like that?”

  He snapped his mouth closed, and the rumbling sound stopped abruptly. He looked down at her body splayed beneath him. The tips of her breasts were an aching pink, still wet from his mouth. He pressed his face in the valley between her breasts and inhaled, her warmth, her unique scent both comforting and arousing. Her smell, her eyes, her skin, it all turned him on. He wanted her.

  For so much more than just one night.

  “I am insane.” He gripped her beneath her bottom and lifted her until she was at the perfect angle. He entered her to the hilt in one thick thrust, pressing until his balls were tight against her bottom. Her mouth was open on a pant, her beautiful breasts thrust upward as she arched against him.

  She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

  She bit his shoulder and twisted in his arms, her hips tilted up to take every stroke, to force him deeper. Suddenly she stopped moving and bit her lip. Her eyes flashed between honey and brown and her chest heaved with the force of her breathing.

  “Talk to me, baby. Tell me what you need.” He propped himself up on his arms so he could look down at her. She avoided his gaze. He flexed so his cock moved inside her, and she groaned. “Just let go, baby. Don’t hold back.”

  “It’s so much. I can’t control it this time. I don’t want to hurt you.” She shook her head back and forth and looked up at him, tears in her eyes.

  Overwhelmed, he buried his face in the fragrant hair fanned across the pillow. How long since someone had cared about him, worried about him? Not since, oh damn, not since her.

  “You can’t hurt me, Lena. I can handle it. The fire you give me just heightens my desire, my ache for you. It feels like heaven and hell at the same time.”

  Her eyes widened, the color flashing a brighter honey. She moaned and buried her face in his shoulder. He plunged into her over and over, no longer holding back, his inner animal in control. He needed her cream coating his dick, her breath in his lungs, his name on her lips.

  “Come for me. Give me all that fire.”

  She screamed as she came. Her fire exploded from her skin with such force he was lifted away from her body for a moment. The intense heat kicked up his own response, and he clenched his teeth to hold back the orgasm threatening to shoot up from his balls.

  “Say my name. I want you to know who you’re with, who gives you what you need.”

  “Abaddon, please.” The tips of her nails raked his back, and Abaddon roared at the sting of pain.

  “Again.”

  “Abaddon!”

  “Again.” He forced her to say his name over and over until his own release hit. He groaned as her pussy clamped down once more, wringing a final shudder of pleasure from his body, before she finally collapsed against the bed. Her final whisper was so soft he almost missed it.

  He wished he had.

  Chapter Five

  Helena turned her face into her pillow. Maybe he didn’t hear me. He’d made it perfectly clear what he wanted from her in these three days. Sex with her in any way he could get it. “I love you’s” had nothing to do with it, especially since she was in love with someone who no longer existed.

  “I’m not too heavy?” He looked down at her, his expression neutral. When she shook her head, he buried his face in the pillow next to hers, his breathing still heavy. It should have been awkward, lying quietly with him after the intimate things they had just done. Instead it felt peaceful. Calm.

  “If I get called away in the night, I won’t wake you. If you need anything, the staff will help you, show you where things are. Just don’t go too far.” He pinned her with his stare. As the pupils of his eyes expanded into glowing red orbs, she nodded quickly. Escape was definitely not an option.

  She woke a little later and sat up to stretch. Her right arm had fallen asleep, and she was hungry. The left side of the bed was empty, the linens still bearing the imprint of Abaddon’s body as if he’d just risen. She thought of his powerful physique, somehow even more imposing when he was naked, flashing all that golden skin.

  She found a long robe in the closet and pulled it on. She had to roll up the sleeves three times, and the material pooled at her feet in a soft cloud of navy cotton. She opened the door to the room and peeked out into the darkened hallway. She had no idea what time it was, but the corridor was deserted and the only sound was the soft shuffle of her feet on the stone floor. Abaddon had mentioned staff, but where were they? Was she supposed to go and find them? As she proceeded down the hall, torches lit automatically, lighting her way until she came to the end of the hallway. She walked to the left for a few feet and paused to listen. The faint smell of baked goods hung in the air, and her mouth watered.

  “Why are you standing in the hallway, my dear? Are you lost?” A plump older woman stood in the doorway to a bright room, the spatula in her hand waving wildly with her words. Her curly gray hair was pulled into a tight bun atop her head, and her blue eyes watched Helena warily.

  “I was just looking for the kitchen. Abaddon, well, he didn’t bring me any food earlier…” She trailed off miserably. Even though it was just sex between them, somehow she hated the thought of being lumped together with Abaddon’s other women. She’d rather the kindly older woman think her a common prisoner. “Actually, I’m Helena De’Vale. The Regent’s daughter.”

  “Oh gracious! Come in, come in. We can’t have you going hungry, now can we?” She bustled around the kitchen, pulling platters from a massive sub-zero refrigerator. “My name’s Mary, by the way. I’m the head cook.”

  “Nice to meet you, Mary.” She watched as the cook sliced large hunks of meat from the remains of a turkey. “I know this is an odd question, but what time is it?”

  “It’s about four o’clock in the a.m. That’s why I thought you were lost. Usually I’m the only one up so early, and that’s only so I can get a head start baking my tarts for br
eakfast.”

  Mary hummed as she scooped large portions of potatoes and vegetables on several plates. She arranged all the food on a tray and slid the entire thing into a long black box. She waved her hand before the screen. When she pulled the tray back out, steam rose from the food in wisps.

  Helena looked at the machine in awe. “Wow. I wish I had one of those. You could reheat food for an army in there.”

  Mary winked at her. “That’s the whole idea.” She put the tray on a rolling cart and pushed it over to the door. “Now roll this carefully, my dear. I gave you plenty, but you don’t want to lose any over the side. That Abaddon has quite an appetite.”

  Helena looked at her sharply, suddenly sure the older woman spoke of more than food. “Is that so?”

  “Yes, and like most men, he often doesn’t know what’s really good for him, so he just gorges on what’s most readily available. I’d hate to see him finally find what he’s always needed and lose it.”

  She hung her head and gripped the handle of the cart until her knuckles turned white. “It’s not like that between us. He doesn’t really even like me very much. He just wants to get back at me for something that happened when we were younger.”

  Mary’s eyes lit up. “You’re the one?” She opened her mouth then quickly closed it again. Finally she leaned in and gave Helena a hard hug. “I know he can be difficult to understand, but he’s worth it. Be patient with him.”

  She swallowed tears and pushed the cart slowly down the short hallway until she came to the fork. She glanced back to see Mary standing in the hall watching her. When she saw Helena pause, she waved her on. “Go on now, before the food gets cold.”

  Abaddon stood at the window with his back to the door, barking commands into some kind of walkie talkie. He turned at the rattle of the cart as it crossed the doorjamb, and dropped the communicator mid-sentence. He was at her side in seconds.

  “What are you…?” Her words were cut off by his kiss. He threaded his fingers through her hair, pulling her up until she stood on her toes. His kiss was all consuming, all lips and tongue and teeth. He ate at her mouth, his tongue stroking hers like a starving man tasting chocolate after a famine. Like she was all he would ever want or need.

  “You’re mine.” He walked them backward until her back hit the wall next to the door. He pushed a strong leg between her thighs, and the robe fell to the side easily. She moaned at the contact and clawed his shoulders. The rough feel of his leather pants against her bare sex was explosive, and she sobbed with the need for him to fill her, to feel his skin against hers. He was the only man who’d ever made her crave.

  “Touch me. Anywhere, please touch me.” She grabbed at him frantically and cried out when he sank a long finger into her heat. She rode his finger as he worked her, whispering dark, erotic promises in her ear. The low rumble of his voice coupled with the slick pulse of his thick finger inside her was an overwhelming duo, and she shivered on the edge of climax.

  “You’re so wet and open. You need my cock, baby?” He slid a third finger inside her, massaging her G spot as she sobbed open mouthed against his shoulder. He withdrew and chuckled when she punched him on the shoulder.

  “No, no, no.” She writhed in his arms, a living ball of flame, her fingers itching to touch him. She reached between their bodies and cupped him, his length swelling behind the leather of his pants.

  “Shh, don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna give it back.” He unzipped and pushed his pants down just enough so his cock popped free. He hissed when she grabbed him and stroked him from root to tip. When he finally, finally thrust inside her, she screamed and bit him on the shoulder.

  The tip of his cock dragged over her sensitive inner walls, teasing and tickling her into a blinding frenzy. He supported her weight with his body, using his hands at her hips to work her. The sensitive tips of her breasts brushed against his chest with every thrust, and still it wasn’t enough.

  “I need more. More of you.” She moaned when he lifted her and carried her to the bed. He placed her on all fours and entered her from behind, his cock sliding deeper than before. She was filled, surrounded, stretched to her limit and it was perfect.

  “One day when I have more time, I’ll take you properly. You’ll be mine in every way.” His thumb dipped between their bodies and rubbed her clit, gathering her cream. Then he pressed gently against her ass.

  “Oh my…” She shuddered with the stunning pleasure of it, the fiery burn making her ache.

  “You’ve never been taken here, I can tell. You’re so tight around me. But you will take me, Lena. All of me. Every inch.” He sank his finger in further until his knuckle met her skin. “Fucking perfect.”

  She couldn’t see, hear or comprehend anymore, she could only feel. All her senses focused on the finger working its way so sweetly up her ass and the thick cock filling her completely. Another finger joined the first in her ass and she shattered. Rolling waves of ecstasy shook her as he continued his slow, achingly slow rhythm in and out of her body. Her body clamped down on his finger and his cock with each dazzling burst of energy. He gripped her tightly, his fingers digging into her hips, and growled out his own release, his thrusts harder and more urgent. Finally he pulled out and collapsed next to her.

  She rolled to the side and snuggled against the warmth of his chest, needing to be close to him. “What was that all about? Not that I’m complaining.”

  “I thought you were... I thought you’d left me.” He cleared his throat abruptly and ran a hand roughly over his face. “I mean, I thought you were trying to escape.”

  Helena wrinkled her nose, leaned over and kissed him. It was a kiss of comfort, though desire simmered just beneath the surface. He accepted her lips with a murmur of approval before looking over at the cart that sat forgotten by the door.

  “What did you bring?”

  She climbed from the bed and padded naked over to the cart. When she lifted the lid, the fragrant aroma of spicy potatoes wafted to her nose, so rich she could almost taste it. “I just went to the kitchen to get something to eat. Mary, the cook, seems rather fond of you.” She turned and jumped in surprise to see Abaddon standing directly behind her. She hadn’t heard him leave the bed.

  He leaned closer and surveyed the contents of the cart before plucking off a plate of mashed potatoes. “She’s an angel, and her potatoes will make you wish you could die so you could go back to Heaven with her.”

  He picked up one of the silver forks nestled in a pile of napkins on the side and scooped up a brick load of potatoes. He shoveled them in his mouth and moaned as he swallowed. “She’s the only person here who has ever been kind to me. I would forfeit my life for her.” He placed a hand over his heart and closed his eyes. It was a familiar pose in Underworld, the universal sign for one who embraced death with honor.

  “Wow. Hearing you talk about another woman that way is making me jealous.” Helena winked when he looked up and reached over with her fork to steal a bite of his potatoes.

  He fed her a bit before handing the entire plate to her. “I actually have to go. Apparently your father wants to meet with you right away. He’s asked that I bring you to his chambers this afternoon.”

  “Well, that’s good news, isn’t it? It means he’s happy that I’ve come.” Helena watched, puzzled as he strode to the door and stood with his hand on the doorknob. He whirled around suddenly and strode over to her, lifting her by the elbows until they were face to face.

  “If I asked you not to meet with him, to just leave and never come back, would you? Could you live with never knowing him?” His eyes searched her face, stopping at her mouth for a few moments.

  “Abaddon? Why wouldn’t you want me to see him? What’s going on?” She wrapped her legs around his waist and settled herself comfortably against his big body. His chest was rigid, and his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides. Finally he lifted one hand to her hair and reverently smoothed the wild curls back.

  “I will make this right
. I swear it.” He brought a curl to his face and closed his eyes as he inhaled. He slid her down his body until her toes touched the floor. “I have to take care of something, but when I get back, you and I are leaving. It’s not safe here. Not any longer.”

  “But my father…” Helena pushed back until she could look into his eyes. He was behaving so strangely, shifting from foot to foot, and he couldn’t meet her eyes. What the hell is going on?

  “You can see him another time. I promise.” His voice softened. “By the way, I found you some more clothes. I hung them in the closet.” He kissed her soundly on the forehead and left, pulling the door closed behind him as he left.

  Huh.

  “What am I, a dog? I don’t sit and stay.” She stomped over to the bed and flopped down on her back. It was insane for him to treat her like a child who had to be protected. Besides, what was he protecting her from? If her father wanted to hurt her, he could have done so at any time. She had been far more vulnerable to attack when she was on the surface.

  “Men are morons.” She rolled over to her stomach and lay her head down on the comforter. She had plenty of time to convince Abaddon to change his mind. She yawned. I’ll just take a quick nap. She rested her forehead against her arm and fell into a deep sleep.

  * * * * *

  I didn’t get to be Regent by being stupid. Orion swallowed a chuckle as he watched the Destroyer pace around the interior of his office. His chambers were designed to intimidate, to provoke and even to arouse. They were not intended to calm.

  “Have a seat, Lord Destroyer. Take a rest. Word is you deserve it.” He sat back in his large, leather wingchair and watched as the other man sat nervously. He withdrew a cigar from the left drawer of his desk and twirled it between his fingers. He’d never seen his commander in such a state before. The Destroyer was always calm, committed and completely ruthless. The perfect chieftain for any Lord of War.

  But even the strongest of men could be felled by a woman.