《Onyx Lycan Nightclub》Chapter ✧ 19

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I wrap a towel around my body and run out into the living room of the apartment.

Carmen is being held up by a smirking Sloan, while Onyx stands over both of them, lifting a claw to pop the buttons on the shirt she borrowed from Sloan. And Carmen? Is barely steady on her feet! She's blind drunk, and she's damn excited about getting another cock, but she's also totally at their mercy. And their gloating, smirking, arrogant behaviour stirs something inside me.

I walk past them, my back straight, as I walk right by, pretending not to have a care in the world.

I feel Onyx eyeballing me, it's a hot flame down my nape as I go straight into my room.

I could open the blind and let in the light of midday to get it up Onyx and Sloan's demon asses – however. I have something much better.

I don't have time to get dressed, so I stick with the towel. Actually? Fuck the towel. I didn't need it. I drop it, as it'll only hamper my aim. I grab my police gun from the hidden top of my last draw.

I hid it there a long time ago, loaded with a bullet meant for a Lycan. Or any supernatural fucking creature.

Silver bullet. No, it wasn't to kill him, or Sloan, but it would hurt like hell.

I turn off the safety and walk back to my door way.

Naked and gun in hand, now pointed at Onyx's furry hard muscled leg.

Carmen's shirt is ripped aside and she's collapsed to her knees, hugging Onyx's knee, while Sloan kneels down to palm her ass, until? Me.

They both pause to see me holding the gun.

"I'll break the other leg," I threaten Onyx, "Now get the fuck out of our apartment."

Sloan stands back up, genuinely shocked and confused about whether or not to be impressed at me holding the gun at my Lycan mate. I mean, how else was I meant to intimidate that monstrosity?

I see Onyx's red eyes focus on mine – ignoring the gun.

Onyx raises his hands.

And steps back away from Carmen.

"I can't be touched by the daylight," Onyx now lowers his hands as he says it, "Your punishment has been enough – I only wanted to make you squirm, not make you homicidal."

"Sloan," I ignore Onyx for the moment to glare at the vampire, "Stop staring at me like an idiot and go take Carmen, your beloved girlfriend, to her bed – Onyx?" I slowly lower my gun, since he is complying, albeit a little hesitantly. When his foot shifts I immediately raise it again, keeping him still, "You come with me... into my room... it's nicer than hell and a cage..." I add that bit in, while backing up, eventually lowering the gun completely and turning the safety back on.

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I watch Sloan pick up Carmen and take her to bed, surprising me by listening.

Onyx walks toward me and I back up some more, watching him duck under the bedroom door frame to fit in, before standing to his full height.

Threads of sunlight peek in through the sides of the lowered blinds, and I see him squinting at them and raising an arm to shield himself from the tiny shards of sun.

"We can move the furniture against the sides to block it out almost entirely," I suggest, quietly.

As I move back to the draw, to put away the weapon, Onyx without a word picks up my tallboy and thrusts it against one side of the blinds. Then he tips over the bookcase and lets all the books fall out onto the ground into one big mess, before lifting the empty unit to lean it against the other edge of the blind.

I've crawled across the bed to get out of the way, standing back up to glare at the mess.

The moment almost all light is gone, all I see is a Lycan's terrifying silhouette, staring me down as my eyes take longer to adjust to the sudden enhancement of the darkness.

I wish I had something badass to say, but in all honesty, Onyx standing by the window, unmoving as he watches me when I can't see him that clearly, is quite intimidating.

So I say nothing and I don't move.

Maybe hell was better.

Hell had light from its fires.

My breath hitches as Onyx takes a step to the right of the room. He moves slow.

He also stays silent.

He's freaking me out on purpose. He could move at ungodly speeds, he didn't have to pretend he had to stalk me down!

I realise, as he moves, that I can turn on the artificial light. Or my lamp, which is on the other side of the bed. While he steps again now to the end of the bed, I keep my eye on my lamp.

I lift my finger, about to raise my hand, when Onyx shifts across the room – and his hand crushes the lampshade and the lightbulb.

Fucking hell!

"That's not fair," I gasp.

"You can leave if you like," Onyx drawls across the bedroom at me.

"If I can make it," I whisper, repeating what he said in hell, as I look at the door, "...why don't you like me having freedom?"

I had Sloan's information. How I was a very rare mother of a pup. Invaluable to Onyx. But I wanted to see what Onyx would say on his own terms.

"I don't think in mortal concepts, nor do I care about your feelings."

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"That's not true," I turn from him in the dark and sit on the edge of the bed as I look at the wall, my back to him, as I think in exasperation, "You do care about my feelings... I've seen you care before... but why do I have to conform to your ways... is it because you're demonic?"

"I do not think in mortal concepts."

Onyx again says the same thing, but this time he is speaking over my head. He's moved and not made a sound. At the corner of my eye he stands over me.

"...I just want to drown on you, you make my throat parched, like I need your... argh, never mind... I believe I'm also starting to think in 'non-mortal' concepts. No wonder I'm labelled insane..."

The bed moves under his weight, and I gasp as human hands pick me up and pull me onto his lap.

Oswald now holds me, with an arm around my back and under my breast, another one around my thighs, squeezing my ass.

He smells nice, and it's refreshing to have the human back, our naked bodies touching once more.

"Is it more sane now to want my cock ramming your throat, slut?" Oswald asks me, boldly and strangely sweet in tone.

"Why do you call me names –?"

"Better than hearing sweety pie roll off a Lycan's tongue," Oswald admits, but doesn't laugh, "But you're also obviously my slut pup, so it's nothing short of the truth."

"We need to talk... about everything. We can't keep fucking."

"Lycans fuck and hunt and kill, that's what I was raised to do," Oswald slowly lies back anyway, taking me with him.

As his back hits the covers, I slide over and lay my head on his shoulder, holding my hand over his abs, while his hand starts to knead my ass.

"Do you run the nightclub to try and be more human?" I whisper, taking a wild guess.

"...yes," Oswald hesitates, "My father did not approve of such a thing."

"What's his problem?" I whisper.

"He's the devil's messenger," Oswald speaks more quietly, "My father raised us to be evil. I could not shake my mortal ties."

"Sounds like you were more brave than he was – since being a mortal is really hard at times."

"When I'm like this, I work as a priest," Oswald blurts it out. Thinking I don't know.

"...oh..." my surprise is mediocre, so I increase the squeak, "Oh what?"

"Once a month, I do a Friday night mass," thankfully he doesn't notice.

"Huh. You going to try and convert me, or –?"

"I was thinking about putting a metal gag on you to keep your mouth stuck open," Oswald talks like I haven't even asked a question, "To teach you some manners."

I needed manners?!

Our cute moment is officially over.

I lean up to glare down at him in the dark, finally able to make out the briefest of features and his crimson eyes, raging with power and humour at my response in emotion.

"Ah I –" I go to talk, and Oswald suddenly puts two fingers in my mouth, over my tongue. I try to spit him out but he holds my teeth and I bite – hard – until he bleeds!

Oswald doesn't flinch, in fact he smirks, and tempts me to be meaner, "Bite me harder bitch."

I try, as he rapidly shifts back into his demon Lycan.

The black fur consumes what little light we had. He takes his claws out of my mouth to grab my chin instead, guiding me down to a growing erection, and heavy fat balls.

"N –" I try to make a noise, as he guides me down and plugs my lips shut with the head of his cock.

No more force is needed.

He releases my head, as my mouth tastes his cum and my nose fills with his pheromones.

All on my own, my tongue starts to swirl around, as my mouth starts to suck on just the head. I lose my damn mind in an instant.

Onyx kicks back and reclines, while my mouth is so wet it drips out the sides, down his cock. I follow the saliva with my fingertip, until I'm caressing his hellishly hot balls. They burn like they have a fever, and I keep my hand down there, as I look at him taking up all the room of my Queen size bed.

I forget about everything as I start to stroke his cock with my other hand. I start to swallow the head a bit deeper, guiding it to the back of my throat.

I start to moan uncontrollably. As I close my eyes.

And I forget stupid reality.

Onyx barks out a laugh, and his sentiment, in a violent snap, "Fuck you."

My wet lips pop off his cock, to say back, "No! Fuck you –!"

Onyx snarls over me.

"I'll fuck you till midnight. Return you to the club and fuck you till dawn, then return you to hell and fuck you again. Then repeat it all. Until it's sunken into your pretty little head – you're a Queen now Silvia. You'll be fucked like one."

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