Page 2 of Hell on Earth
The concentration on her face fascinated me as the sun spilling through the trees illuminated her striking features. Her brown pants hugged her long legs, rounded hips, and firm ass. Most Wilders were slim and honed from their lack of food and constant physical activity. Wren was no exception, but she also possessed curves, and her breasts would fit perfectly in myhands.
The deer still hadn't noticed her, or me, as it continued to eat. Lifting my feet, I perched them both on the limb I sat on, propped my elbows on my knees, and planted my chin in my palms to watch as Wren closed in on the animal. She was only thirty feet away from it, and the deer still had no idea she was there. Some demons, with their superior reflexes and strength, didn’t hunt as well asshedid.
Wren released her arrow. The twang of the bowstring and the thud of the arrow hitting flesh spooked birds from the trees. The still shaking branches marked where the birds had perched as they took to the sky with a shrill protest. The deer hit the ground with a thump. From here, I could see the crimson stain of blood seeping across its pale, brown coat, but the blood flow stopped almost immediately as the arrow had pierced straight through itsheart.
“Nice shot,” I called downtoher.
In one fluid motion, Wren spun, pulled another arrow free, and lifted her bow to aim at mychest.
ChapterTwo
Corson
Her crystalline, sky blue eyes narrowed when she spotted me. Her pale blonde hair dangled in a braid over her shoulder to one of her breasts. Anger flashed across her face, but I had a feeling the anger was more at herself than me. She hadn’t noticed me, and I’d been watching her the entire time. That had to pissheroff.
She would take my head off with the same glee she’d sliced off so many others, but I couldn’t tear my gaze away from her. My hand went to my empty right ear as I recalled the first time I’d met her. At one time, an earring from a woman would have dangled from the tip of one of my ears, or both, and possibly from my earlobes too. When I first encountered Wren, I’d been wearing three different earrings from the three women I’d been with the night before, but none had pierced my ears sincethatday.
At first, my wearing of the earrings had been a joke. The first human I slept with had tried to hook one of her earrings around the tip of my ear. She’d laughed and blushed prettily as she sought to balance it there. Taking the thing from her, I’d pushed it through the point of my ear to let it danglethere.
“Now, you’ll always have something to remember me by,” she’d said with agiggle.
The only thing I remembered about her was the flower earring she’d given me. It had been a rose that I’d lost soon after. The next day, we’d traveled to a different section of the wall, and I moved on to my next human. That woman hadn't wanted to be undone by the other one, so I’d stuck her earring through myotherear.
Over time, wearing the assorted earrings became a thing for me—a thing Kobalhated, and as much as I respected my king, I couldn't deny I enjoyed annoying him by wearing the jewelry. Plus, the human women liked it. For some reason, they found me more approachable and fun once I started wearing their decorations. It didn’t take me long to realize that having something dangling from my ears equaled more women warmingmybed.
Most demon women didn’t wear earrings, but the human jewelry hadn’t deterred them from my bed either. However, demon women were like me and simply easing the needs of their body before moving onto another partner. Human women made me laugh more than demons did and were often more enthusiastic in bed. Because of that, I’d started to spend more time with human females than demon ones over theyears.
I’d laughed in Hell, but not like I had since coming to the human realm. Things were easier here, for demons at least. People had taken a beating since the gateway opened, but many of them still found laughter inthings.
Not Wren. I’d never heard her laugh, and I was determined to make her do so one of these days. She never wore any jewelry either, but I wouldn't be surprised if one day she created a necklace from the teeth of the demons she’dkilled.
“Spying on me, demon?” Wrendemanded.
“Not likely, human,” I replied and dropped my feet down to swing them back and forth again. “I was on guard duty so I could have some time away from you mortals, but you interrupted mybreak.”
“Unlike you, and the rest of yourbrethren”—she spat the word brethren like it was something foul—“I don’t get a break, and we mortals require actualfoodto live. I don’t expect you to understand; this isn’t yourworld.”
“That, my dear Wren, is where you’re wrong. Some of your fellow humans made this my world when they fucked up and tore open a gateway into Hell. Even with said gateway now closed, there is no going back to the way things were. We’re a part of yourworldnow.”
Her jaw clenched, and her eyes burned, but she didn’t reply as she swung her bow onto her back and turned away from me. I would far prefer her beneath me, her nails raking my back as she screamed in ecstasy, but I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. At least she’d spoken to me; she often avoided doingthatmuch.
Maybe things would be different between us if I hadn’t tried to flirt with her the first time we met. During that brief encounter, I’d inquired if she wore earrings, told her I’d be willing to go without them for her, and that demons were capable of fucking allnight.
Many women would have blushed, laughed, flirted back, or told me to screw off. Wren tried to punch me. She slaughtered demons and Hell creatures without blinking an eye, but my flirting was something she didn’t seem to know how to handle and I suspected thatinfuriatedher.
My first impression had been the completely wrong one with her. I didn’t know how to fix it, so I continued to exasperate her, and she continued to despise me. Humans were prickly creatures sometimes, and Wren was the sharpest ofthemall.
I’d always been confident in my ability to get a woman; Wren had proven I didn’t know females as well as I believed I did. I’d never chased a woman in my lifetime, never expected I would, but I found myself strangely infatuated withthisone.
Does she fascinate me because I can’thaveher?
I didn’t think that was it either. I’d had women tell me no over the years, not many, but it had happened. I’d shrugged them off and moved onto the next one. That wasn’tworkingnow.
Wren knelt next to the deer to examine it. Her fingers hesitated on its forehead before she bent her head and brushed back its fur in what looked like an apology. My eyebrow rose at this exchange. I’d never seen her look regretful after killing something, but shedidnow.
She rested her fingers against the deer’s chest and murmured something I couldn’t hear. Then, she gripped the deer by its legs and pulled ittowardher.
“Are you going to carry that back to camp by yourself?” Iasked.
