Onyx, as Oswald, says absolutely nothing at first when he comes onto the balcony, he just approaches me, grabs my arm out from behind me and forces me to allow him to inspect the wound. I do so reluctantly, murmuring, "...Selene's mouth, I swear..." yeah I snitch, but I don't care. She had to say something so out of line to piss me off, she liked being bad.

Oswald licks the wound clean then kisses it, and the saliva of my mate starts to close the cut. He looks me in the eye, "We have to leave today, Silvia," Oswald speaks of business, "We have to take care of a few things back Under... we'll be back late tonight for a feast."

"What will you be doing in the Under?" I ask, while all the girls listen in.

"This whole week is bloody," Oswald murmurs, pressing his thumb to my lip now, just teasing it with his hot demon touch, "Every day we have rituals to complete in hell to lower our demonic energy, so it's not too extreme on the final night when the blood moon rises and eclipse begins."

"Rituals...?" I dare probe for more of an answer.

"Death. The new angels taunt us by turning souls to rot above, and they leak into the Under first. We've let it flood too long with leeches. No worthy souls reside there anymore, Darc is quite annoyed about it – his Academy is overrun with imposters. We'll be letting out some rage, clearing out the Under of the rot, nothing for you to worry about. What you do need to worry about – is when we return to you all tonight, we'll be tired... hungry – rot does not fill our appetites," Oswald gives me a knowing look, so I can prepare for that kind of mood.

"I understand," I can also see the darkness in Onyx within, consuming him as his first priority, not sex, but releasing some pent up demon rage, it takes over, "Stay safe," I murmur, "We'll be waiting for you."

My sexy demon husband now brings up my hand and kisses the back of it, before turning his eyes to the head Luna Witch, "Selene," his eyes are daggers, "If you ever cut my Queen again, you'll fucking burn," Oswald turns, so monotone in his serious threat, as he walks back into the hotel room. Within I see Oni, Arma and Amon waiting by the counter, the Sentinel's arms are crossed.

As the door slams shut, they start to snarl at Oswald for threatening their favoured witch.

Onyx could not care less, his pack is pouring in through the front.

Sardonix meets my eye and nods, then he sees Cleo and gives her a smirk, to which she tries to hide her blush for my son.

I watch as all the Lycans and focused vampires all filter out of our hotel room.

I turn to Cleo, Carmen, Wynter, Selene, Juny and Gerry, as they all stare at me. When we are all together for some reason they seem to listen to me and my final word. At least in regards to how to deal with demon matters respectively. Perhaps because some part of them, even the Lunas, respected me for being a mere mortal who held the respect of the Lycan King himself.

"Tonight... they return, we need to ask the chefs at the hall to prepare a feast, and other than that, just for today, on our second day here," I look at Wynter, "We should go skiing, then work out what to wear for later tonight. Fun stuff. No suspicious changes in behaviour. Nothing the Lycans or your vampires will suspect as foul play. Tonight we're good little whores and nothing else."

"Be too good and it'll be suspicious," Gerry murmurs, standing up and extinguishing the fire on the tree with another wave of her hand, "...let's go skiing, then," she agrees with me.

"Mmhmm, okay," Juny agrees also. Selene just gives me a dark look, her black eye shadow is still on from last night and she looks permanently sleepless. Although I don't rub that in.

"I'll be everyone's guardian angel," Wynter says, smiling, "Before you all fucking die skiing off cliffs or into trees, I'll catch you."

"That's reassuring, angel," Carmen thanks her, "But I'm going shopping. I'll buy you all dresses for tonight. I'm going to the township. Silvia?"

"...fine..." I agree to go with Carmen, "Cleo? What do you want to do?"

"I'll go... hmm...with the witches and the angel," Cleo chooses carefully.

"Good," Wynter agrees, "We all meet back here before dark to get ready."

"Write down your dress sizes, tonight we slay," Carmen jumps up and runs inside to get a piece of paper.

Selene is still staring at me, I stare back saying nothing, until she speaks up, "...sorry about the hand."

"You stick to your Sentinels," I tell her, "I'll handle my Lycan King."

Selene stands up to walk by, and she stops right next to my ear, whispering, "We bleed together now... we're the new pack of whores," she looks around as if telling people I can't see.

I say nothing, but no one else does either.

None of us deny it but it seems to have come about that way.

The whores of the club had been dwindling down for years. Including the unmentionable massacre Onyx conducted in hell.

It never occurred to me he was making room for a new bunch. Aka... us.

There was always excuses for ditching older whores, calling them traitors... but I don't know. It was all a demon's business.

But we were not Demons. And we were not just whores with available pussy.

We were their Queens. Their soulmates.

"Carmen," I call to her as she comes back out onto the balcony with a notepad and a pen, "I have an idea of what type of clothes we're going to buy today. We're always naked... or in trashy clothes they can rip apart and we won't care. But tonight, we dress like Queens. So they have to go slow, and think," I get a grin out of Carmen, and approving stares from the rest of them.

Good.

Aside from getting drunk the night before and bonding over girl talk and a traditional sleep over, no boys invited, we broke through the first layer of ice.

Now we were truly bonding – and plotting, together.

****

The Dead of Night

It's fucking freezing, but we're on fire. Me and the girls, we spent 4 hours getting ready together.

Up ahead, I can see the wooden hall built with a pagan theme, branch chandeliers, lanterns, fairy lights, a whole long table for all of us to be seated. Wynter reserved the entire establishment for us all night long.

It was a feast for our demons.

Carmen and I bought us all formal dresses. Silver like the moon, with gold jewellery, black eye make up and a few other special touches. Like smudges of glitter and killer high heels for all of us.

The demons were already here, food already served, seated and waiting for us. I'm impressed with how Wynter had organised the whole event so well, it was all going according to plan.

I don't even know if they'll be in human form or shifted into their Lycans, but I'll expect anything.

A silence had descended over us all toward the end of us getting glammed up, a silent camaraderie over our new bond. Plus our minds were turning inward, toward the demons who possessed us. It was safe to say... we kinda missed them.

I lead us forward to the two large medieval style doors, that two waiters man either side.

They welcome us forward with wide staring eyes, as they quickly grab the heavy doors and push them open.

The hall is dark, with a gigantic fireplace crackling to the right, warming up the whole area.

The food is steaming hot on the table, and the Lycan packs are eating ravenously in human form.

The vampires drink blood, Darc, Ash, Horace, Solomon and Fane all chatter together in the middle, separating the younger Lycans from the ancient ones – Onyx and his pack are at the head of the table. Sardonix and Oni with their own are at the opposing end, respectfully.

It's safe to say even though we enter glamorously, at first we aren't even looked at, at all, since all their eyes are downcast on their meaty food.

I'm pleased to see them humbled in their human forms, to grace the humans servicing them in their hotel, but I doubt they'll keep the beasts contained for too much longer.

The first to look up from their juicy hot meal is the Lycan King himself, seated on the long end, with no one to match him on the other side.

There are no seats for us because we will sit with the masters of our souls. That's what Wynter said. She knew how to stroke their egos, that was for sure.

Onyx – I see him, that gorgeous beast, simmering right behind Priest Oswald's eyes as he lasers in on me walking in with my own friends lined up behind me.

To say we were dressed to kill was an understatement.

This was a statement of equality in our own powers as the females who held sway over their demonic hearts.

Us – we say nothing, but we start to disperse evenly. Wynter and Carmen behind me... heading for Darc in the middle and Sloan who is sitting right by Onyx. Sloan is whispering to the King as I approach, while the Luna Witches move to the other side, heading toward Oni, Arma and Amon.

From low growling over food to total dead silence.

We're finally noticed by them all. We enthral with our hair matching – flowing wildly behind our shoulders, we barely tamed our natural looks to enhance our wild instincts.

Cleo takes centre stage, using her fairy wings to fly over the feast, right through the middle of the food, she lands to kneel in the centre of the table near the opposing end, between Sardonix and his pack. She steals their wine and drinks from the bottle, slowly moving her knee to the side and letting the dress slip away and then back in place as she pushes platters aside and starts to lay down, making herself the feast.

Wynter sits on Darc's knee, the brotherhood eyeing her with paling looks. They're hungry. They're going to feast on her blood soon, already offering her their wine glasses to fill up.

The Luna Witches take the laps of their Sentinels, looking at ease as they start to pour their own wine into spare wine glasses. Each of them hold a black demon rib wand at all times, so their Satanic magic is one catastrophic spell away.

The Sentinels themselves were a broodful bunch and enjoyed the risk of their witches moods.

That left Carmen and I, approaching the end of the super massive long table, toward Onyx and his pack. Carmen has scooped up my hand, as the pack eye both of us now, not just Onyx and Sloan.

The demonic power of their combined gazes sends shivers down my spine. The good kind.

I feel all freaked out.

Priest Oswald finally puts down his large knife to turn in his seat, to look me up and down, slowly smirking, "...beautiful bitches... you've outdone yourselves tonight... but why," Oswald looses his smirk, to train suspicious eyes on mine. Fuck.

Carmen kisses Sloan on the cheek and then sits on his lap, while I stop by Priest Oswald's chair and look down into his eyes.

This was meant to be a romantic moment.

He turned it into a competition.

"Apologise," I state, simply, "A queen can't be a queen, Onyx?"

I use the brattiest, bitchiest tone I can muster

Oswald's eyes burn their brightest crimson red. There you are.

Demon, you're mine, now come out and play.

I try oh so hard to keep in my smile as he transforms, from human to demon. His outfit floats to the black floorboards. Onyx shifts to 8ft monster, pushing his chair back and towering over me, so I'm tiny underneath his rows of razor sharp fangs – drooling with menacing promise to punish me for my attitude.

Even after years, the fear and terror never fully go away.

They're built in a way you can't get over the monstrous qualities. Their hot breath and pissed off snarls were always fucking terrifying. Like now. I struggle to keep in my trembles.

"Whore, sit with me and eat," Onyx is light on the insult, although his demonically low octave visibly shakes the wine glasses.

He snatches up my raised arm, which I raised up to touch him, but he uses it as leverage.

As he sits back down he pulls me onto his furry thighs and I get a face load of Lycan cock, right under my eye.

I awkwardly get up and throw my legs over his cock and sit on it, not to fuck, to push it down.

We're not having demonic sex just yet.

I lean into his torso and face his plate.

Onyx grabs a chicken leg and puts it on the plate, then tenderly uses his blades over his hands to pick up salad spoons and add more to the plate that I can eat.

I start to pick at the chicken bone as I watch him bring me food.

I try not to stare too hard at my own pups, all grown up, salivating over Cleo laid out like a platter and giggling about it while Sardonix pokes her with a fork as a joke.

The Luna Witches are already kissing the necks of the Sentinels.

While... my best friend, Carmen is slipping off Sloan's lap to hide under the table with her hands on his thighs.

I give a sideways bitch-glare to Sloan, and he just shrugs and fills up his plate as Carmen prepares to suck his dick.

I look at the pack as I eat my chicken and I also pick up Onyx's fork to stab at the salad a few times.

Onyx isn't even eating, he's just speechless behind me.

I can feel his eyes, still running over me, his blades were and are so careful as he swipes them past my dress, avoiding cutting the material. It was working.

So far their hands were off – aside from Carmen's hands being on.

"Are you wearing a fucking corset underneath that?" Onyx barks suddenly, "What the fuck –"

"I'm wrapped up like a present," I tell him over my shoulder, smiling a bit too sweetly, giving in a bit, "You don't like it?"

"I lied, I fucking hate all this precious bullshit, so delicate," Onyx growls under his breath, the biggest lie ever as he reaches past me for a goblet of wine, drinking it to distract from me.

"How was the murdering in the Under and in Hell, my King?" I ask him, "How many rotting souls were slaughtered."

"Too many," Onyx murmurs, seriously, "If my blades are made any sharper, I'll slit your throat accidentally," he growls closer to my ear, bringing up a claw toward my neck to tease me.

I believe him though, they look sharper than usual and I slowly sit backward, much straighter to avoid his sharp blade as it comes inches from me, but he doesn't touch me – he is being careful.

I close my eyes.

Fuck.

I can't help myself.

I turn slightly in toward him and I turn my head up, looking up under his jaw, toward his eyes.

I put my hand on his neck and I kiss just under his jaw, having to really reach up to make the height – he gives in by leaning down just a smidgen for me, but pretending not to have been so kind, by going for more food instead.

After pecking his jaw and looking into his eyes, I give him something I can't give to anyone else.

He sees it.

Fuck me.

Fuck me, so hard.

I was already sick of acting.

I just wanted to be bent over and fucking, fucked up.

I wasn't hungry as much as I was horny.

I missed them all so much already.

Onyx reads the message in my eyes, while his nostrils flare, and so does each member of the pack, as my pussy gets wet so quick.

I hear them shifting.

I dare peek out at them, and they're all Lycan now... sitting back down to the feast... but one step closer to fucking with me.

"Make her wait," Onyx growls out, and he uses every ounce of his will power to say it, "The bitch wants it but she only serves us when we demand it," his growl gets deeper, "Eat, bitch, and wait patiently. We do not serve you."

All of me.

Every part of me.

That knows I should shut my fucking mouth.

Somehow, myself, still betrays myself and my composure thus far.

I let it slip.

The kind of shit you don't say to Onyx, ever, unless you want to fucking die.

"Oh, yes you do," I respond, a bit too high class, a bit too much like a King rather than a serving Queen.

After my clear, haughty words land their blow, a silence like no other, drowns out the entire hall.

I can't even hear Carmen sucking dick.

Harmony, a smooth reunion, eating well and reacting humanely in a human ski resort... was fucking over.

Okay, I admit it.

I fucked up.

I see it most in Wynter's pleading eyes my way.

They know. They all know. We're doing this to practice control over them, I wasn't meant to be so obvious.

It was meant to be fun –!

"Darc... everyone," Onyx calls out, humoured, "Tonight we share the main course. I'm fucking starving for wet pussy. I want them all doing as they're fucking told," Onyx nudges me off his lap and in my nervousness, I trip on my long dress and wonky high heels. I end up on the floor, right near Carmen and Sloan's boots, "All of you slut pups. Crawl to the fireplace, kneel there. We'll come to you all when you're needed. Do not dare and speak. Lower your eyes and pray... you cheeky bitches... so this is what happens when you all get together. Begging for a fucking inferno. Why am I not surprised... slut pups, always so dumb..." Onyx sounds delighted in his most iconic way that the night now has promised pain and lessons in servitude.

Onyx doesn't even look at me as he addresses all the demons, who I feel are all in agreement about their favoured ones. We only had one purpose. We weren't meant to rise above it.

The rest of my friends get put on the floor to join me.

I turn and I start to crawl toward the fire, bitting my lip so hard it almost bleeds.

The problem for me is I'm excited.

However... fuck. The girls, all treated relatively well, are now being told to do the same thing.

The daggers my way from all my new friends say it all; this is your fault.

Carmen is the only one smiling at me and winking my way.

She brings me comfort.

Well, it might be all my fault, but I had no magic reserve. I was just a crazy bitch with a dark desire like my best friend... deep down we had no care to rise above demons. We loved being below. I loved Onyx snarling... so in a way, it was a god damn unholy favour!

We were all going to have a wonderful time.

And like we decided, tonight was no different.

We'd still organise our celestial earth-doubling and eternal dooms day... starting tomorrow.

Tonight, I just wanted to get loved up by my favoured demons.