Hell's Kitty (Welcome To Hell) (11 page)

“You are such a tease.”
And yet, Gaia still sported a hint of pink in her cheeks.

It seemed his woman needed a little more convincing.
“When I take to the field of battle, will you ride with me? I could use you by my side.” Not really, but they’d definitely look striking. Him atop his mighty black Hellsteed, her atop her white, single-horned mare.

The HBC—Hell’s Broadcasting Corporation and its subsidiaries—would love it. Lucifer always got high ratings when he went all badass.

“You want me by your side. Truly?” She licked her full lips, lips that would look so good wrapped around his cock.

“I wouldn’t trust anyone else to guard my flank.” And that was the ugly truth. Blech. How he hated honesty, but it served its purpose in this case.

Gaia draped herself on his lap and ran a finger down his chest. “I’ve always wanted to fight by your side.”

“You know we make an awesome duo.
Just think, my demons and your army of green, fighting together to save Hell from annihilation. Could there be anything more binding for a couple such as you and I? Will you be my war queen?” He held out his hand, and with a push of power, yanked a treasure from his hidden trove. It shimmered into appearance, a large ring of white gold set with fire diamonds. A tiara fit for a goddess.

“Yes. Oh yes!” squealed Gaia. “I accept your proposal.”

Wait a second. She didn’t think he meant—

He lost his train of thought as a certain seductress hit the floor between his legs and took him in hand. Well
, mouth really. Then he didn’t think at all.

Felipe frowned at the phone.

“What’s wrong?” Jenny asked as she exited the bathroom, wrapped in a fluffy towel and while using another to dry her green hair.

“He hung up on me.”

“Who did?”

“Lucifer.”

“Maybe he was done talking.”

“But I’d not gotten to the most important part of my message.
He doesn’t know about the problem with the portal. Or at least this portal.”

A problem
that they only heard about once they’d huffed and puffed their way to the top of the cliff following Valasca, who didn’t even break a sweat. The bitch. Irrational or not, Jenny hated the toned and tanned warrior. Compared to her, Jenny felt like the ugly cousin. Not that Felipe had done anything to make her feel that way. On the contrary, he didn’t really spend any time looking at their escort. But he’d also not tried to cop a peek at her in the shower or kissed her again since the interruption on the beach.

However
, back to the portal issue—as opposed to her jealousy one. After their interminable climb and their meeting with Thora, they’d emerged to find a mild state of panic. It seemed the Amazons’ portal had collapsed. Just shrunk in on itself and, with a sucking noise, popped out of existence, leaving the warrior women perplexed and them without a quick means of making it to the inner rings.

That combined with everything else meant Felipe felt a need to call Lucifer with a status report.

“Why not call him back?” Jenny suggested as she opened an armoire to find some toga-styled robes hanging, none of them long enough to hide her scaled legs. Legs she couldn’t help but realize were in plain view. She’d almost stayed in the bathroom because of them, worried about coming out and Felipe catching his first full-on glimpse of her deformity.

Which is dumb because we’ve almost had sex a few times.
He’s run his hand up my leg. Caught glimpses of them and not said a word.
However, little peeks were on thing, a full-on introduction to her strangeness another.

Better know now if they were going to deter him from seduction than in the midst of the act. To his credit, he’d not said anything
nor did he appear disturbed in the least.

However, exposing them to him, alone, in this room they shared in the guest quarters of the Amazon village was one thing, wandering around with them on display for all of Hell to see, another.

“I’ve already hit redial twice, and I keep getting a message saying the Lord of Hell is too busy to answer because he’s getting some followed by some corny music.”

“You’re joking,” she said as she debated between the white toga dress and the dark grey one.

“Nope. My Lord isn’t discreet when it comes to his sex life.”

“Sounds like some aunts I know,” she muttered, continuing to browse in the hopes of finding an outfit that would cover more of her up.

“I’ll wait a bit and try again. Meanwhile, how cool is that about the amulet?”

Now there was something to make her grin. Jenny hadn’t placed much faith in it but
despite that, hung it around her neck in the faint hope it might help.

They tested it on the first Amazon they came across. Jenny said
, “Hello, how are you?”, and the servant, who didn’t scream or bleed from any orifices, must have thought her a crazy nut for laughing and dancing around her in the hallway saying, “I can talk. Listen to me. I can talk.” But as Felipe reassured her, having a reputation for being crazy in Hell wasn’t a bad thing.

“This amulet is the best present ever. I just wonder why my aunts never thought of it when I was growing up. It would have been nice to have when I was dating that guy they set me up with.”

“What guy?” Felipe growled. His eyes flashed yellow, and Jenny couldn’t help but shiver.

Is he jealous?
She knew she certainly was. The women in this place were paying way too much attention to her male companion. And she didn’t like it. The amulet might not stay around her neck for long if they didn’t keep their hands and overt stares to themselves.

Foolish, she knew. On a viscera
l level, she understood Felipe didn’t belong to her. He was much too wild for that. Anything they shared would be, at best, temporary. Yet, for the moment, she couldn’t help a sense of ownership. He was with her.
Which makes him mine.
And given Jenny never grew up with anyone or had any real friends, the concept of sharing wasn’t something she understood, or cared to learn about.

Apparently her woolgathering before the open wardrobe didn’t go unnoticed.
“I seem to detect an issue with the available apparel. Have you decided against getting dressed? Thinking about keeping the towel on? Actually, I’ve got a better idea, why don’t you ditch it altogether?” Felipe practically purred the suggestion.

She shot him a glance over her bare shoulder and found him lounging on the queen
-sized bed, hands laced behind his head, lips curved in a grin.

“
I’m trying to find something, but the togas are all so short.”

“It’s known as easy access.”

“Easy access for what?” As soon as she asked, she knew. Hot blood rushed to her cheeks, and moisture honeyed her sex as his smile widened.

“Want me to show you?”

Yes
. “No. Now’s not exactly the time. We have more important things to worry about, don’t you think? Such as how we’re going to get to this inner ring you keep talking about especially since the portal is broken. We’re in the sixth ring according to Valasca.”

A negligent wave showed Felipe’s nonchalant attitude about their dilemma. “
Sixth or ninth, doesn’t really matter. A pair of Hellsteeds and a few days’ ride and we’ll be in the capital barring any incidents.”

Her nose wrinkled.
“Ride a horse? Isn’t that hard?”

“Oh, Jenny,” Felipe groaned. “I know you don’t mean to, but the things you say…”

“What about them?”

“Are you truly so naïve as to not know how they could be misconstrued?”

No. She’d heard sexual innuendos for most of her life. The sirens weren’t exactly subtle. However, this was the first time in her life Jenny realized how her words could have that effect on a man. It was so novel and unexpected. She revised what she’d just said and couldn’t help the mischievous curl of her lips. “I guess if anyone has experience in teaching a girl to ride hard things it would be you. Given my inexperience, are you offering to teach me?”

It wasn’t the sudden flare of yellow hunger in his eyes that stole her breath but rather the speed with which he sprang from the bed and stalked toward her. And she did mean stalk.

He moved with a loose-limbed grace, an animalistic prowess that literally stole her ability to move, or breathe. Prowling across the space separating them, he stopped before her, his body so close she could feel the heat radiating from him. A heat she wanted to touch.

“You shouldn’t say things like that,” he said in a raspy voice.

“Why?”

“Because a man might assume you’re offering.”

She peeked into his smoldering golden gaze. “What if I am?”

“You do realize I’m not the kind of guy who sticks around
, right? That while we might have fun now and flirt, ultimately you’re a mission. Once I deliver you to Lucifer, we probably won’t see each other again.”

“If you’re telling me this is a one
-shot deal, then, yes, I understand. I’m not stupid. I realize a girl like me doesn’t have much to offer a man like you.”

Her back hit the wall
, and his body pressed into hers, unyielding and hard. The violence of the act shocked out an inadvertent gasp.

“Don’t say that
,” he growled.

“Say what?”

“Talk about yourself as if you’re less than perfect. I thought we’d already clarified you are rare and precious.”

She shrugged.
“If you say so.”

“I do
say so.” His fingers gripped her chin and held her facing him, his grip almost punishing. “You. Are. Beautiful. Desirable. A temptation I can’t seem to resist.”

Nor did he try. His lips crushed hers with a bruising ferocity she welcomed.
When he kissed her like that, Jenny could almost believe him and forget her own self-doubts. Forget her past, her mother, the image reflected in the mirror.

Threading her fingers through his silky hair,
Jenny lost herself in the kiss. Despite her reply to him that she wasn’t looking for anything more than what he was willing to give, a part of her couldn’t help but want to pretend that they shared something more. Something special. That she was hugged and kissed by a man who cared for her and would never leave her. A foolish dream, but one she couldn’t resist.

It took her enjoyment to a new level, one where she relaxed and lost herself.
The towel somehow slipped away as they devoured each other. It left the bare skin of her torso pressing against his. Oh how the heat scorched. How the feel of his naked flesh aroused. The peaks of her breasts tightened into buds, protruding nubs that rubbed against his chest, sending shivers throughout her. Her legs went weak, and she sagged in his embrace, but she didn’t fall. His arms tightened around her. Holding her closer, firmer, exciting even more parts, especially a certain damp part, which throbbed and begged for more.

Good thing for the wall at her back
. It braced her as his thigh inserted itself between her legs. She couldn’t help but grind her sex against his muscled leg, gasping in his mouth at the friction this simple motion placed on her clit. It also made her even wetter.

He
sucked in a breath, her breath really, given their lips were sealed. But he didn’t pull away or slow down. Instead, he expanded his sensual exploration, dragging his lips across her cheek to the sensitive shell of her ear. Who knew this would prove such an erogenous zone? A shiver went through her at his lick and tug of this surprising spot. A moan slipped from her as her pleasure increased.

Not a word was spoken between
them. No false promises made—even if she did think of a few fantasy ones. With their bodies so decadently tangled, their hearts racing in cadence, and bliss surely only moments away, who needed speech when touch could convey things so much more eloquently … and pleasurably?

H
is hands skimmed down her body, burning a path of awareness until the tips of his fingers landed on the bared skin of her hips. But they didn’t linger there long. He reached behind and cupped the fullness of her bottom, using his new grip to rotate her pelvis so that she received even more pressure from his leg. Firm and bristled with short hairs, it stroked her most intimate part, a delectable friction that had her panting and yearning for more.

She
couldn’t have said when her hands moved from stroking his hair to gripping his muscled shoulders, but at the increase in stimulation to her clit, she only vaguely noticed she dug her nails into him. Blame him. The tension coiling within her needed, no, make that demanded, she clench something.

Did he sense that? Was that why he removed his thigh
, only to replace it with his hand, his evil, wondrous hand with deft fingers that toyed with her swollen nub. Jenny couldn’t help but keen in pleasure as he stroked her. Faster and faster he worked his erotic magic, rubbing her clit while she desperately clung to him, panting and keening wordless sounds.

When he stopped his friction
, she cried out in protest. “No, don’t stop.”

“We’re not done. Not by a long shot,” he purred.

She could have sighed in relief as he slid his finger into her damp sex. Finally, something she could squeeze. Back and forth he seesawed, penetrating her, teasing. And that was all it was. A tease. She needed more. Something thicker, longer…

The
distinctive sound of fabric tearing managed to pry her heavy lids open. Directing her gaze down, she was in time to see his cock spring forth. Long and thick, his shaft strained toward her, the head fat and the tip gleaming with a pearl drop of moisture. She couldn’t help but reach for it, her thumb rubbing over the silky cap, her sex shuddering as he groaned in pleasure.

She clasped her hand around him, and his hips jerked, pushing his erection through her fingers, and she couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel inside her. Apparently, he
wanted to know too because he cupped her by the buttocks and hoisted her, the pressure of the wall against her back keeping them from toppling, or her at any rate. She doubted her legs could hold her now.

The head of his cock
, so thick with its velvety soft skin, probed her wet sex, taunting her.

While she enjoyed the sensuous rub, she wanted more and found the
courage to demand it. “Give it to me.”

He chuckled.
“Such impatience.”

She nipped at his ear. “More like worried about interruptions.” Which seemed to always plague them once things got interesting.

“Good point.” And with that, he thrust into her, and she let out a happy cry.