How to win a hellacious heart? With humor, imagination—and sex of course!
Hellacious is a series of 3 short, irreverent, erotic, and funny novellas about triplets, all sons of Satan, whom are restless and looking for love.
Hellacious 3-Firstborn – Coming to Changeling Press Friday!
Hell is no place for a human…unless they’re dead!
Wicked hadn’t intended to kiss her so soon, he wanted Lori to get used to him. Eyes that rivaled his in their blueness stared at him. She ran a hand nervously through her neck-length blonde hair and her full lips quivered. The smell of her fear made him anxious, unsure. How could he make her understand he’d never, ever hurt her. “I’m going to kiss you.”
When she didn’t step back, he leaned down and pressed his lips softly to hers. His hands were now clenched at his sides as he vowed not to touch any other part of her body. Wick knew her wide hips would be soft, her plump breasts would more than fill his palms, and her nipples, taut beneath her shirt, would be so damn sweet. Easing his tongue past her lips, he tasted her for the first time. His senses reeled at the exotic flavor of who she was. Her thoughts, her needs, tumbled headlong into his mind and blinded him with the light of goodness from her soul.
Snatching back, he gazed at her long and hard. “Hell’s sake, I didn’t expect you to be so fucking devout.” Especially knowing what she desired of him. No matter, he would take her tonight, make her his. He ran the tip of a finger around a bud. “Are they hard for me, Lori?”
“Wicked… I… please, don’t…”
“I will do nothing you have not dreamed of.”
“I didn’t realize you invaded my dreams.”
“I watched them.” He smiled. “I wanted your sleep to be peaceful.”
“You can do that?”
“I can do anything I want. I’ve been through your mind a hundred times since that first night.” Shoving hands back in his pockets so he wasn’t tempted to touch her again, he tilted his head. “You’ve been in mine also.” He still couldn’t fathom how that had happened. Probably his mother’s doing. “Have you seen anything terrible enough to condemn me for?” He felt her feeble attempt at reading him, but he’d closed that pathway for now aware another would only spring up. Damn Josette.
“No, but, unlike you, I haven’t seen everything. I know it’s there, I feel it.” She averted her eyes. “You are the devil.”
“I am his son.”
“Like father, like son.”
He moved to stare out the window of his loft. Lights shone brightly from the many high-rises surrounding his building. Looking up, he saw a myriad of stars, and one shot toward Earth in a solitary path. He remembered when he was a boy Josette told him shooting stars were angels falling to Earth. Wicked never believed it. They were pieces of dying planets or stars, nothing more. “Tell me what you feel right now?”
He turned to face her and rested his hips on the sill. “Yes, you can.”
“I want… damn it, Wicked, I want you.”
He grunted. “I know what you want, tell me something else, something I don’t know.”
“You know everything there is to know.”
“I don’t know why it took you so long to come to me.” He should have had her in his bed long ago.
“What do you mean?”
“You’ve known since the first night we would be together.”
She stuttered, “I-I guess I did.”
“I scare you that much?”
He walked to her. “Yet you envision me between your thighs.” He ran a finger over her lips and sighed. “I don’t want you afraid, and I won’t take you that way.” His body shimmered in and out of view. “You will stay here.”
“Don’t leave me!”
“You can’t stand to be with me, but you don’t want to be without me.”
“Wicked, I need time.”
“You’ve had enough, but I’ll give you a little more.” He vanished, heading below to visit with his father. Relax, honey, you got what you wanted. For now.
Hellacious 1-Sly – Available at ebook outlets found here
Born in Hell, will he destroy the pure heart he desires?
Waverly Malkuth hadn’t counted on wanting Sly, or enjoying his touch, the sound of his laughter, and how good it felt when he moved inside her. Nor did she count on feeling safe with him. How could she?
“It’s you who kills me.” Waverly wished he had proved her wrong because she wanted him more than she’d wanted any other man she’d taken to her bed. She thought he could make her forget, but not him, not Sly. The pictures of her dying were not always quite clear, but when she first laid eyes on him, Wave knew the truth. “The pictures on the wall… it’s your eyes I see glaring red right before you murder me.”
A dream, or a premonition, it didn’t matter. Sly Sathariel would kill her. Every night she spent alone in her bed, she died over and over again at his hands.
He dumped her body unceremoniously onto the bed and jumped up. “You’re out of your mind.”
The vacant smile she’d confronted the world with over the last few weeks was back. Wave felt it in the terrible twist of her lips. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Me being crazy?”
“I’m not sure what kind of pictures you see or what the hell goes on in your apartment, but I guarantee, neither me, nor anyone else, is going to kill you.”
“God knows, I wish I could believe you.”
The room shook violently.
“Waverly, you… damn, do you need to be so blasphemous?”
Her head cocked to the side. “Someone… something doesn’t like it?” Now they could get to the point. Waverly had started to notice a month ago at the club, whenever the brothers were there, any uttered religious phrase brought about mini quakes and electrical disturbances. Her whole life she’d seen things others didn’t, had hunches or forewarnings of local disasters that came true. Until she first spied the three men, she’d never had the premonition of her own death — with moving pictures and all the blood and gore.
“No, someone doesn’t like it.”
“Personally, sweetheart, I don’t give a shit who you need to call on as long as you say Sly when I’m fucking you.”
Hellacious 2-Slick – Available at ebook outlets found here
Getting the handsome blue-eyed devil out of her mind won’t be easy. Maybe one more time, one night…..
“You think you have a chance with her?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“And if he comes back?”
“She says she’s over him.” Damn, when he’d asked if she was sure, Marcia had changed the subject.
“And don’t be like Sly, making a promise to stay out of her mind.”
“I won’t need to read her mind. I can win her without that bullshit.”
“Right, right.” Wick’s laughter dripped with sarcasm.
“I’m not going to delve into her psyche and root around like you would.”
“What the fuck is it with you two?” He shook his head. “Women are most adept at telling lies.”
“Whoa, man, don’t bundle all women in a group like that. Wave would never lie.” Sly glared at their eldest brother.
Wick pulled another frosty beer out of thin air, and sat back down in the same, magically dry, spot. “Your woman is different, she has,” he glanced skyward, “ties above, she can’t lie.”
“She wouldn’t lie if she didn’t have a heavenly connection.”
Slick needed to stop this before it got out of hand. After the last altercation between his two older brothers, he’d spent more time than he cared fixing his place. “Could you two take this somewhere else?”
Wicked spun on him. “Fuck off.”
“Fuck off? This is my place. Skedaddle your ass to the fourteenth floor where you can do as you please.”
“Skedaddle. What the hell kind of word is that?” Sly laughed.
Wick wasn’t done. “You really think Waverly wouldn’t lie to you if she could get away with it?”
“Hell’s sake, Wick, let it go.” Slick was thrown against the wall, and held pinned there. “What the…”
“Answer me, Sly.”
“Bro, I don’t know what your problem is, but it’s not with Slick, let him go.”
“You gonna make me?”
Heat in the apartment blossomed a hundred degrees, and they groaned in unison knowing what was coming. Slick fell to the floor as it split open. The flames licked through the space followed by Lucifer’s forked tail. Flapping around, it destroyed every piece of furniture in the room before it wrapped around the triplets and yanked them through the flaming abyss, and below.
Slick brushed at the embers on his pants. “I didn’t start this shit. Wick was in my apartment playing games.”
“What is happening to each of you?” Satan spat.
“Each of you?” Wick flopped into a chair and eyed Sly. “I’m not the one pussy-whipped.” Turning toward Slick, he added, “Or the one trying to wrangle a piece of ass.”
“Wicked, what did crawl up your ass and die?”
Slick thought, for a change, he might come out of this unscathed.
“What the fuck do you mean?”
Holy shit! Slick watched as his brother’s lips snapped shut forming a solid line, and his cheeks puffed out. His older brother’s eyes turned red with fury, and horns sprouted only to melt into his hair.
“Don’t you dare come into my house and act like you own it. I’m not your brother, and I will whip your ass from here to kingdom come and back.” He and Sly watched silently as Satan’s horns pulled back in his head, followed by the talons disappearing, and the tail flipping out of sight. “He twisted and dropped onto his throne. “Christ, I’m tired.”
A bolt of lightning blasted through the wall and wedged there. All eyes watched it wage war with the stone holding it. The shaft shook left, right, and then slid forward another foot.
Josette appeared from a white mist and stood, her back to the jagged bolt. “Lucifer, say you’re sorry.”
“The hell I will.”
“For crying out loud, I’m sorry, okay.”
The bolt slid back through the wall and shook the earth as it left Hell and traveled heavenward.
J. Hali Steele
Growl and roar-it’s okay to let the beast out.