“I’ll think of something.”
“It’s never been done, Belial. Every demon that has ever escaped Hell has been caught in the end. Whether by Heaven or Hell, they’re caught.”
“Those demons weren’t me or Asmodeus.”
Naiamah cocked a brow. “Remember Eligos? Even he, the legendary Duke, was found and destroyed mere months after he went rogue.”
Bel winced inwardly at the reminder, but still, he refused to doubt himself. “I’m a King, not a Duke. If I get my hands on Mishetsumephtai, he won’t survive it.”
Naiamah looked unconvinced, but he didn’t care. He didn’t have the luxury of caring. It was do or die. Or worse than die, considering he wasn’t exactly sure what would happen to him anymore if he was destroyed.
Ash was convinced they were no longer one hundred percent demon, which meant the rules didn’t apply. Bel didn’t like the sound of that at all.
Naiamah cocked her other hip. “I’ll ask around, but you know it’s going to cost you a favor. You have so few left. Are you sure it’s wise?”
“I still have a hundred.”
“Ninety-nine,” she corrected with a lifted brow.
He stared blandly back at her, but he mentally cursed. She knew how valuable her services were. Over the ages he’d blown through her favors until he’d become reliant on having her assistance available whenever he needed it.
It was another reason why he hated her. He despised being reliant on anyone or anything, and between that and the sex, Naiamah had far too much power over him.
“Of course,” she drawled, “I might be persuaded to offer my help in exchange for a favor of my own.”
“We’re not fucking,” he snapped. “I told you, we’re done.”
Naiamah threw back her head and laughed. “And yet you always come crawling back for more, precious.”
That she spoke like Gollum did not make him feel any better.
“No one can satisfy you like I can. No one has what you need. And really, it’s a small price to pay for my services.”
“I have money to pay for the blood,” he growled.
“Oh, the blood will certainly cost you money, in both Hell and Earth currencies, I’m sure. But you have to pay for my retrieval services. I’m offering a compromise so you can hold on to that one-hundredth favor for another time.”
“It’s not happening.”
Naiamah turned around, revealing an ass too perfect for words. Thick and full, the flesh jiggled slightly when she moved, and his mouth went dry. More blood rushed to his cock, and he dropped a hand over it so she didn’t see him make a tent out of his fucking pants.
“Most males offermefavors to get a piece of this,” she purred. “And I refuse them.”
She spread her legs a little, braced her hands on her thighs, and then twerked that masterpiece at him like a girl at a nightclub. The tiny strip of leather barely covered her slit. A breeze could lift it and he’d see everything.
He groaned, dropping his head back until it thumped against the wall.
“You know you want me,” she said over one shoulder, rolling her hips in a circle now.
“Fuck you.”
“That’s what I’m asking for, precious.”
That was the problem with this damned succubus. She always wanted it, but it left him drained and feeling like shit afterward. He despised letting Naiamah feed off him, but he’d done it enough that she was obsessed with the taste of his energy now. As a fallen angel and one of the oldest, most powerful demons in existence, his essence probably gave her an unparalleled high.
And she was right, in a way—asking him to bang her in exchange for her retrieval services was far from the worst form of payment, especially if it meant keeping one of his precious favors. But he hated going back on his word, and he’d sworn to himself he’d never touch her again.
Amazing the powers females had. Whether a lowly human or a legendary succubus, every male in existence was only one conniving woman away from becoming a self-loathing piece of shit.
