It is still the night of the Eclipse, although the event has long since passed.

It is now 3am.

I'm staring in at the cell, through a protective screen.

Onyx has been lying lifelessly on the cell floor, until his Pulse Organ repairs – and he finally sits up, looking around at the walls.

I expect a slow, furious realisation to consume him.

Instead, Onyx immediately starts to panic, moving to each wall, looking for a way out – huffing and puffing and breathing heavily.

I have a small window of opportunity to deal with Onyx alone, while the rest of Lycan Control celebrate in Dire Wolf HQ.

Carmen went home.

I stayed to tie up a few loose ends. This was it.

A demonic roar echoes from the cell – a chilling sound that breaks through the walls. No. Actually, it is a howl, not a roar – it takes me a second to realise he's calling for help from family.

Something about Onyx' raised head and skittish eyes, evokes pity within me.

I cave in and press the intercom button so that he may hear my voice.

"Onyx," the moment I say his name he freezes, "It's me. Silvia."

I let that sink in, and I watch him slowly turn toward the mirror separating us.

Impenetrable. Built to withstand and repel Lycans. I can see him, he can't see me.

"Why have you done this to me?" Onyx stares right at me, sensing where I stand.

I hear his voice through the speakers, although the static finds it difficult to translate his voice.

"I didn't want to be your slave, Onyx," I state, "I wanted to be better than my lust," Onyx slowly tilts his head, seemingly amused – but he says nothing. This irritates me, so I add on impulse, "B-but why did you mark Carmen?" Damn it, I stuttered.

"Insurance," Onyx speaks back to me, as he walks around the perimeter, "In case the worst was to happen. I suspected you would do something very stupid. I was right."

"Insurance?" I murmur.

"The mark – it will make you mine but it will make her crazy. It is the mark of mates, and exclusively belongs on our breeding partners."

"It's been 4 years since our first encounter. We are not mates," I state, "And Carmen is fine."

"Oh, she won't be," Onyx turns back to the mirrored wall, "...and neither will you..."

"You're not being released from this prison!"

"Come in here and tell me that, little pup," Onyx dares me, with a charming tone, "Face me."

That. Though. It is a command.

One that has me backing up a few steps and turning toward the door.

Uncontrollably.

Until I suddenly regain my senses and stop.

What the hell was that?

I compose myself, and then I walk out anyway and I walk to his door.

I see the shadow of him standing on the other side.

"Even with the door open you cannot cross over, it's designed to allow us to enter with you and keep you contained," I speak, knowing he can hear me. I press my hand to the door as I ask, "But why would I face you? Why should I? We... we can't be mates..."

"How long until you're not alone?" Onyx asks, quietly, "Until the others come."

"Until the late morning," I whisper, "We're alone in this facility for the next... five hours... just you and me..." why do I sound... wanton? I couldn't help letting it out.

His pheromones seep through the door.

They seep from his balls and cock, the sweat of him.

It's getting to me. Now I'm picturing it.

"Silvia?" Onyx cooes, "Come in here and I'll treat you as a mate until morning... for this I'll spare Carmen."

Onyx proposes.

I find my hand reaching for the handle.

I feel my brain screaming NO!, but my heart has suddenly overpowered that organ.

I open the door and I see his cock hard and engorged across his 8ft frame. It's larger than usual. His new midnight fur sucks the light up – and distorts the air with grey fog.

"Turn off the lights, and come in here bitch," Onyx orders me.

I find my throat dry. So... so damn thirsty.

My hand reaches up and flicks the switch, only leaving a dim light on.

It's got a light purple filter, but now... in his presence, it slowly.... turns... red. It's his aura. It's totally crimson. It reminds me of the eclipse.

As I step further into the room, I finally shut the door behind me. I'm tethered by curiosity and my isolation with him, knowing no one sees us. Knowing I can risk it.

Onyx exhales short, then inhales a drawn out, long breath, taking a single step toward me.

"Crawl," Onyx growls low, a deep vibration comes from his throat and echoes off the walls back at me.

Coat on, I slowly start to kneel.

I was doing this for Carmen.

For her.

That's what I keep telling myself – as Onyx uses one precise claw to stroke under the coat's collar and slip the material surprisingly gently from my body.

Naked again, this time my palms and knees press into the cold tiles of the floor.

Onyx stands back and sniffs the air, as I start to move, keeping my head down – blushing.

I was just crawling for him, why did I feel so turned on? Was it because he was staring at my ass and pussy as my legs shuffled along?

My legs however – aren't mine for much longer.

Onyx has picked my knees up and lifted my lower half off the floor.

"Crawl," Onyx drawls the same word out again, and I keep moving my palms like paws, being walked – as he buries his head between my legs.

His tongue does not lick my ass this time.

Onyx strokes his large tongue over my clit, and then the heavy muscle slips right into my pussy like a dick should.

Somehow he buries that tongue so deep and licks from deep inside me.

I can't stop my pussy clenching, releasing more juices. Onyx keeps walking with me, as if that produces more, while he keeps tasting from my deepest womb.

I feel like his tongue keeps finding new places, causing ripples of pleasure through my walls.

At the same time, as he walks me around, his claw finds my clit and he applies sharp pressure to it directly.

I scream out and lose my hands positions.

Flailing with my arms in the air, upside down, Onyx pulls me up further until my face smacks into his balls.

My nose is between them, his shaft lined up with the outside of my throat.

I know what's coming next, as I see his balls keep enlarging.

"Ah –" I swallow that dry feeling, as I'm lifted up, face sliding against his cock until my lips kiss the tip.

Onyx now licks in and out of my pussy, while he grabs my throat with one hand.

I open my mouth – and before I know it, before I even register the dick sliding over my tongue – it's already hit the back of my mouth and then lodges into my throat.

Onyx uses his hand to control my neck, fucking my throat.

He strokes my lips over his cock, up and down, a few times – before he suddenly drops my weight and his cock goes further down my neck.

So deep. I choke around it and he makes a noise of hellish approval. He likes that feeling.

Onyx's cock starts to pulse cum heavily, his tongue even leaves my pussy – so I can focus on swallowing so I don't fucking die.

"Keep. It. Down... or you'll lick it up off the floor," Onyx advises, waiting for me to swallow every drop, before slipping his cock out of my throat and dropping me to the floor.

I keep having to swallow the sticky cum down, so it doesn't come back up, but also to make room to breathe.

I've done it! I haven't spilt a drop, and now I can gasp in a fresh breath of air.

While I'm doing that, panting on the floor, Onyx kicks my legs apart and then suddenly settles his hard, engorged cock along my ass, running it back and lining it up with my pussy. He's barely started.

As Onyx prods, my pussy quivers and opens, and so he sinks his dick right into my aching and welcoming virgin hole. One of his hands presses onto my back, claws out.

The claws apply pressure – until something seems to ignite my mark on my hip.

Hot spasms suddenly come over me.

I'm orgasming on the spot, over and over, screaming and writhing and moaning all at once, while he keeps sinking in his shaft – deeper and deeper until I feel a knot inside me, locking us together.

I whine out an inhumane noise as I feel his heavy balls finally press into me.

He's plugged in – his dick owns my womb.

And I know he's as deep as he can go.

Finally taking my virginity.

Onyx takes his claws off my back, and grabs my long blonde hair instead, like a leash.

He pulls my head up.

"You'll have my pups," Onyx's snarl is lethal and so sombre, "You'll serve my cock. You'll serve me," He starts to fuck me, "Mine," he starts to fuck me hard and hard only, "Silvia, you're mine."

He's destroying me. And this time? There is no pain, yet again.

And... he's a mate. And I'm –

Mated to a monster.

My eyes roll back into my head for a moment, as nothing but lust and almost love – spreads through me.

"Yours, Onyx," I choke out, fighting back tears from a flood of every single emotion at once.

His Lycan dick. Felt so fucking good. Stuck inside me, fucking me up, thrusting in and out. Onyx wouldn't stop. I never wanted this feeling to end. I was his vessel and it was fulfilling in no way I'd ever felt fulfilled before. Nothing else aligned as perfect as this. My soul burned, but with his.

His?

I was just his. A Lycan's bitch. And he was mine.

Until the morning, when the sweet illusion of freedom would return once more.

Last time, the illusion had lasted 4 years.

This time... it wouldn't even exist.

Falling for a Lycan meant I wouldn't have my freedom for much longer either.

The Asylum also had my name.

Huh. I think... Carmen was onto something about working at a nightclub.

W-what was it's name?