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“Aim and intent.”
“Gotcha.” I follow His example, summoning a ball of flames, then look around for a suitable target. Unfortunately, there aren’t any other demonic spies nearby for me to char, and I’d feel bad about burning another bunch of souls that were only damned to an afterlife of endless sex. Burning is more Satan’s Domain, and that dude was exorcised from my little nephew years ago.
Without anything living or dead to aim at, I finally settle on a jagged rock formation in the distance. My fireball nails it, and pieces of volcanic rock scatter as they explode.
Az flashes a dazzling smile. “Excellent. You are a quick study.”
My cheeks heat up as I blush at the praise. “I do okay.”
He takes my chin in His hand and levels a gaze at me. “Do not discount yourself, Callie. You are powerful. Never let anyone try to convince you otherwise.”
That touch … the intensity in His eyes … It’s enough to make me weak in the knees, to zap me straight in the nether regions with a strong urge. I swallow hard, fighting the reaction. I don’t want Az to get the wrong idea.
Just as I think that, He leans in with His lips parted. I dodge the near-kiss and look away, breaking the connection.
“Az, no. Dude, none of that.”
Az lets go of my face and steps back wearing a strange expression. “That’s enough for today. We should retire.”
He heads back towards His Throne, and I follow behind. I get the feeling I’ve pissed Him off with that little rejection, but I can’t be certain. Part of me is dying to know what’s on His mind, but part of me is a little bit intimidated by Him still.
After all, He’s a Prince, and I’m just a human woman.
Chapter 4
Asmodeus
I almost slipped today.
I almost did the one thing Callie doesn’t want: I almost used my innate magic on her.
The fire in her eyes as she successfully conjured and shot the fireball … It was enough to drive even a mortal man wild, and being who I am, I am much more susceptible to those urges. my one weakness, my Achilles’ heel—and one day, likely my undoing.
After Callie goes to bed, I search My Domain for a suitable replacement for my cravings. Unfortunately, despite the millions of souls to choose from, none compares to Callie’s spirit and beauty. I have my pick from all of the damned, and the only person who will satisfy my needs is out of my reach.
Callie has made it known in no uncertain terms that she has no desire for carnal magics, nor for the activities that power such magics.
The thing that I don’t understand, the thing that most perplexes me, is that I can sense herwant. I can sense, at times, herneed. I know what she does at night, alone in the room I conjured for her. So why did she say “no”?
What I wouldn’t give for her to grant me just one night …
Unfortunately, there are others who would also like to spend a night with Callie, others who, unlike myself, would not hold back.
It concerns me that Leviathan is showing interest in Callie. My Brother would not hesitate to take advantage of her. He would have his way with her, consent or no, and that simply will not do. I’ll have to step up my lessons. Fireballs alone won’t stop Leviathan if he makes a move on Callie. She’ll need a bigger arsenal with which to protect herself.
Lightning. I should teach her lightning. Leviathan is a creature of the oceans; lightning is the proper counter to his magics.
I haven’t told Callie, but more and more envy demons have been sniffing around my corner of Hell lately. Ever since her arrival, they’ve been skulking and lurking, craning their necks for a glimpse of her. I’ve had to dispatch no less than a full dozen of them, with more having escaped my grasp.
I’m getting slow. Careless. Some might even call me weak in my current state.
All it would take is one good fuck to bring me back to full power, so why can’t I bring myself to do it? I have never been so smitten with a mortal before—nor any being, for that matter—that I would deny myself the one thing that gives me strength. Why will I not choose another when Callie rejects me? If the denial of a simple kiss is enough to torment me this much, what will happen if she turns me down for more? I shudder to think of how weak I will become.
“Az?”
I jerk from my thoughts to see Callie standing at the base of My Throne. She’s dressed in her night clothes, a pair of barely-there shorts and a loose, flowy shirt that drapes beautifully over her pert breasts. Her hair is plaited in twin pigtail braids, and she has on thigh-high socks that accentuate her long legs.
She’s everything I shouldn’t want, everything I know better than to crave.
