Paxton had called me “Queen of the Succubi,” and these two hunky punks thought they could harvest my life force. My new witch friend, however, was vulnerable to their power. As long as she was with me, though, she was under my protection.
“Who is she?” Cade said, sniffing at me rudely, too.
I really hated being sniffed at. Nothing good had ever come of it.
Lisa moaned lustfully, yet had the presence of mind to warn me, “Run, Icy Dagger. Danger.”
But she stayed glued to the ground, unable and unwilling to move an inch. The demons’ will superseded her own now, and they commanded her to crawl toward them in her nakedness.
“Why don’t you take off your clothes like your friend, sugar?” the dark incubus enticed. “Don’t you want me to bury my big cock in your tight cunt?”
“And you’ll beg,” the other incubus ordered.
“Gross,” I said as I panted, ignoring the intense sexual need beating in me. “You aren’t my type, creeps. Get your punk asses the fuck out of here and don’t make me do a countdown. This lair is mine now.”
The incubi giggled sensually but inhumanly.
“I believe we’ve just met our match,” one said.
“But she isn’t a succubus. She’s—” Cade widened his eyes. “Fuck, she’s royalty.”
“Then we both take her at the same time,” the other incubus said, greed and lust swirling in his eyes, which suddenly turned crimson.
They stalked toward me, and Angel lunged at them.
I was faster than the beast. In a flash, I thrust my blade toward the dark incubus while my palm pressed against Cade’s chest.
The dark incubus staggered back with a sword buried into his heart, and poor Cade screamed as my hellfire engulfed him.
Angel pinned down the demon that hadn’t been incinerated, snarling in his handsome face.
“A princess,” the incubus murmured and died.
Neither demon had spotted the hellhound, too focused on Lisa and me. And I realized that Angel could also merge himself into the shadows and remain unseen.
“I hope you don’t eat the demon because that would be disgusting and disturbing,” I told Angel, then I shrugged when he did indeed start eating the incubus. “Who am I to judge? This is the realm of Hell. The only golden rule is to kill or be eaten.”
I gave Lisa a sidelong look. She blinked so hard that I was afraid she might squeeze her eyeballs out. She was still trying to wake up from the haze of lust. The demons who had infected her were dead, but residual sexual energy still crackled through the air.
“I can slap you and snap you out of their influence,” I offered.
“Don’t slap me,” she pleaded, her gray eyes becoming clear, lust only a memory now. “You’re too powerful. You might kill me by accident.”
“I don’t kill by accident,” I said. “I kill with purpose and precision.”
“You killed them before they realized that you were going to do them in,” she murmured, starting to put her clothes back on.
“They were going to do us in,” I said harshly.
“Of course.” Lisa nodded, licking her lip. “Better them than us.”
“Take what we want and never apologize for it. That’s the silver rule in Hell.”
“Very cool, Icy Dagger. You’re cooler than I thought. And what is the golden rule?”
I started to like this witch. Who doesn’t love good flattery?
“You saved my life,” she said with emotion. “No one has ever taken care of me before. Thank you.”