Page 70 of His Little Devil

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Page 70 of His Little Devil

She returns the kiss whole-heartedly and moans against my lips.

Pulling away, I turn to Kane, who is now standing and holding out a towel that he must have conjured. Why didn’t I think of that? Silver takes it gratefully with a smile.

“All rise,” I yell, and Clara stumbles over to Silver, taking her hand and pressing it to her cheek. Jade follows, but doesn’t touch my Little Devil.

A portal opens in the corner of the room and I snap my fingers, ordering my Hellhounds into existence. Someone screams when a large bengal tiger jumps from the portal and starts to growl at my hounds.

A woman follows the tiger and rests her hand on top of its head, petting it. Sighing, I snap my fingers again, sending Ramsi and Nyx back to their chambers. They have a large portion of the dungeons for their play area.

Merida is complaining about the stench from their kills. I move forward and place my hand up, stopping Sharla Laimon from coming closer with a spell. Her pet, Michel, sits on his ass, snarling at all the guests.

“Kane, I think it may be time to start sending people home,” I mutter and he agrees, leaving the room with Tobias Blake and Alara Bell following him. I wait until half of the guests are gone before removing the spell from Sharla.

She’s angry, her hair is a mess and her dress is askew. She’s tapping her foot and pursing her over plumped lips. I don’t know why she insists on injecting her face with Cobra venom.

“Master, I’m sorry I’m late, but there are things we must discuss with urgency. Blackwell…” I scoff, and her purple eyes widen.

“Blackwell is dead, Shar. If you look behind me, you will see what remains of him and his spawn.”

She does just that, then begins to laugh. Her cackle has Silver stepping closer to me and taking my hand.

“Bastard deserved it,” Shar grumbles, then groans. “It still doesn’t take away the problems that he has set in motion. The Hunters have plans to revolt against us, and they no longer follow our alliance.”

Swallowing, she looks around the room, then lowers her eyes to the ground, submitting to me. “I ask for asylum for me and my daughter. I have been a loyal servant for many years, and I don’t plan to stop, but she’s my only heir.”

I glance at my bride, and she has tears in her silver eyes. “We will discuss this more tomorrow. For tonight, you may coordinate with Merida and have your things moved into the south quarters. Keep your pet away from my hounds…”

“And my cat!” Silver squeals, her eyes huge and worried. Sharla laughs and rubs the tiger behind the ear.

“Michel is a total pussy cat, unless I order him differently. Totally harmless,” she coos, and I cover my mouth to hide my laugh.

I have seen her so called pussy cat annihilate enemies, but he is her familiar. He will follow her command.

Kane comes back into the room, pausing our conversation, and I am ready for people to go home, so I can get my queen in bed.

We have some plans of our own. I have been honest and true, keeping my vow, but now she is mine.

Sharla bows then sighs, moving back to her portal.

The room clears out, and I leave Kane to handle getting all the guests back through the portal to the Academy.

Silver stands in the blood pool, and has a weird look on her face. I don’t think she’s disgusted, maybe intrigued.

Moving closer to her, I step over the shredded bodies of Winnie and her father.

I’m glad those worms are finally dead and gone. Now, I’ll just need to deal with their souls, but that's for another day.

Maybe I’ll let my Hellhounds have a snack, and be done with them for good.

Rubbing her chest, she stares out of the French doors, gazing at Mount Nightmare. Her silver eyes are glassy. Reaching out, I pull her into my arms and hold her close, breathing her in.

Sighing, she wipes her eyes, then turns to face me. “I don’t feel normal, Luke. I enjoyed ripping her apart with my bare hands. That’s not me…”

“You were incredible, my Little Devil. A true queen. One thing you will learn is that letting the darkness in at times is healthy. If you try to hide your true self, it will make you sick.”

I lean down and press a kiss to her neck and she shivers. “I don’t know who my true self is anymore, Luke,” she whispers, and I groan as she looks up at me, wrapping her arms around my neck.

“You are mine, Little Devil. You are everything I could have ever wished for in a wife, a queen, and the future mother of my children. You are the magma that runs through my hellish blood. It will take time, but I will help you. So will Kane.”




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