Page 17 of How to Accidentally get Trapped in Hell

I feel like at any moment steam is going to shoot out of my ears. I throw my glass across the room and it shatters against the wall, shards of glass flying everywhere. With one last contemptuous look at him, I storm off to my room, bottle in hand. I plan on chugging the entire thing before hopefully passing out and putting an end to this horrible day.

twelve

Madelyne

Thenextfewdaysare filled with every sort of lesson imaginable. I learn all about how the palace is run, meet more of the staff and finally get a complete tour since my first one was interrupted by my horns appearing. Zeph even takes me out to explore the city. It’s really a beautiful place. Not at all what I was expecting. The Bible and the churches all make it out to be some awful place that’s just fire and pain. But it’s so much more than that. I mean yeah it’s not a walk in the park for the human souls that get sent here. But for the demons that live here… it’s not a bad place to live.

We’re hanging out in my room, Belz trying again to explain the whole Hell security thing but I can’t concentrate. I’m restless. There’s a longing inside me, tugging at me. I don’t understand what it wants me to do but I know despite being more than content to spend as much time with my mates as possible, something’s missing. And I won’t be complete until I figure it out.

I’m drawn from my inner musings when there’s a knock at the door. Grateful for the distraction, I pop over to the door and open it before either of the guys can offer to get it. I’m not surprised to see Jarnanith standing there with her hands folded together in front of her. She’s been assigned to me. If I ever need anything in the palace she’s my go-to girl. We met during my tour and she seemed really nice. I think we could be friends if she wasn’t so formal now that she knows who I am.

“What’s up, Jarnanith?” I ask with a smile. This is the first time she’s come to see me without me calling for her.

“Apologies for the interruption, Your Highness. His Majesty would like to inform you that there will be a family dinner tonight. You will find your gown along with Belzar and Zephyr’s tuxedos in the dressing chamber. Please call for me if you require any assistance.”

I hate that she’s being so formal, but what can I do? Wait… “Gown? Tuxes? We have to dress up?” I all but whine, my asshole mates chuckling behind me.

“Afraid so,Amica mea,” Belz confirms, wrapping his arms around me from behind. “I for one can’t wait to see you in a proper gown,” he growls in my ear sending shivers down my body.

“What time is dinner, Jarnanith?” Zeph asks when Belz distracts me from my pouting.

“An hour, sir.”

“Message received. Thank you, Jarnanith.” Zeph nods at her as Belz pulls me away.

I smack Belz’s arm as his hand attempts to slide up to cup my breast. “Stop that. We don’t have time. Didn’t you hear her? We only have an hour to get ready. It takes time to make this look good.” I point a finger at my face and circle it.

“You always look good, love," Belz reassures. "Besides, maybe it used to take you a lot of time to get ready but now you have powers. You can get ready in the blink of an eye. By my count, we have about fifty-five minutes. That’s plenty of time for what I have planned for you.”

I shiver in his arms. I have to say, I’m much more interested in finding out what it is he has planned for me than I am in attending this family dinner.

“On second thought…” He pulls away from me and I spin around to glare at him. He better not be teasing me damn it. “Go get your gown on. I want to fuck you in it. Then you’ll be thinking of what happened before dinner and what will happen again as soon as we get you back to your room tonight and you won’t have time to be worried about this stupid family dinner.”

The heat in his eyes is enough to convince me this is a wonderful idea and I pop into my dressing room to find the stupid dress. Not wasting any time, I use my powers to dispose of the clothes I’m wearing, opting to put on the dress the old-fashioned way. The dress is a brilliant red and shimmery with a scoop neck. The thin straps crisscross in the back. When I slip it over my head, carefully making sure my arms go in the right holes, it drapes over my body, hanging loosely around my legs, just barely brushing the floor as I stand there in awe. It’s so smooth, I can’t stop running my hands over it as I watch myself in the full-length mirror. It flows without being too tight and it accentuates my curves in all the good ways. I’ve never looked or felt so beautiful in my life.

“Stop stalling and let us see,” Zeph calls from the other room.

Chucking to myself at my mate’s impatience, I slip on the heels that came with the dress and admire myself once more in the mirror before deciding something is missing. Before I even finish the thought, I watch as my hair curls itself, falling in loose waves around my shoulders and makeup covers my face, black eyeliner accenting the smokey eye shadow and red lip gloss that perfectly matches the dress. Satisfied with the complete look and impressed with how strong my powers are getting, I walk out of the dressing room, wanting to make a grand entrance. I stride out of the dressing room with my head held high and my back straight. Repeatingyou won’t fall. You’re a badass bitch now. Don’t look downin my head with every step I take. Being my typical clumsy self and tripping over absolutely nothing would really ruin the whole sexy princess vibe I’m going for.

As soon as I enter the room, their desire hits me like a tidal wave, making me weak in the knees. Belz and Zeph are standing side by side, eyes riveted on me. Both of their eyes instantly turn black with lust and I smile. “What do you think, boys?”

“Breathtaking,” Zephyr rasps.

“Mine,” Belz growls, stalking towards me with a dark look on his handsome face I’ve never seen before.

I take a step back with every step he gets closer to me, advancing on me like I’m his prey until my back collides with a wall. He smirks at me as I realize this is exactly where he wanted me.

He pins me to the wall, his body pressed against mine as he runs his nose up my neck. “Trying to escape me, little demon?” he whispers huskily in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Why would I want to do that?” I ask with all the bravado I can muster.

“Why indeed. When you already know you’re mine.” His hands slide up my sides before suddenly grabbing my wrists and pinning them to the wall. My breath hitches and he chuckles, a puff of air hitting my chest just before his lips do, his rough stubble adding to the sensations that are currently wrecking my body.

“I hope you don’t think you’re going to keep her to yourself, Belzar. There aren’t many things I’d fight you over, but hogging our mate is definitely one of them.” Zephyr’s voice has my head snapping up, my eyes instantly connecting with his. I don’t want them to fight but I can’t lie, it’s really hot that he would do so forme.

“You’ll get your turn. Don’t rush me,” Belz growls, not lifting his head from my cleavage.

“Fine. But if you don’t share your pre-dinner snack with me, I won’t share my dessert,” Zeph drawls.

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