I thought there would be some kind of appropriate moment of peace – especially as we exit hell and return to the club when it's closing, before the sun rises.

Carmen and Sloan decide to drink at the bar – from each other's necks.

It's a bit too intimate to be seeing such an act – and so I casually walk over to a door Onyx is holding open for me anyway.

I walk past him into a spare sex dungeon to take a much needed break.

I walk around and decide to sit on a chair with shackles undone. I keep out of the restraints and just breathe, while Onyx walks around the club and cleans up any serious left-over mess like shattered glass.

While my demonic Lycan is cleaning his business and looking deep in thought, I'm looking around this cordoned off sex dungeon, realising this area is very clean and unused considering a whole night has passed.

It also has very... hmm... probably the most intense looking instruments I've seen, compared to the other rooms.

It almost looks liked torture devices – albeit all sexual, but still more inclined to evil intent.

There were all kinds of metal restraints and locking mechanisms that I honestly didn't understand, just spread about the room.

There was a... was that a fucking-machine tucked under a bench?

I take a big yawn and relax a little more, when I eventually read the sign on the door.

'PAIN ROOM'

I chuckle.

Under that it has smaller fine print.

If you enter here, you're getting what you deserve.

Disobedient brat bitches will be dealt with in a legal manner.

Step over the threshold and we cannot guarantee you'll leave with sentience from all the hate-fucking you'll be subjected to.

- Master Lycan Onyx

Oh... this was Onyx's personal dungeon? I feel a stab of jealousy that I wasn't brought here on my first night.

Why wasn't I in here before?

"...a punishment room..." I murmur under my breath, growling it almost... while feeling a chill run down my spine at the thought.

I notice how it's suddenly very eerily quiet out there by the bar, out of sight.

The door which is casually open, is now casually swinging back shut, sighing as it goes.

As the door collides with the frame – the lights automatically switch off.

I'm in the darkness once again.

But I know this trick. I have a small smile – waiting for the red light. When Onyx entered a dramatic shift in energy changed the shade of the room. From the darkness of shadow to a luminescent evil. It was only a matter of time before he joined me and the room would turn red.

So I wait on the chair.

For a while I hear nothing.

Soon, I feel hot drool dripping into my hair. But there was nothing behind me but a wall.

Which meant he was already standing above me.

He moved so fast I didn't see.

But Onyx doesn't make a sound and I can't hear a single breath.

I hesitantly reach up one hand, to feel what's in front of me.

My hand slips straight through the open air – until it squishes in-between two Lycan balls, at the same time the tip of his cock presses against the very middle of my lips – perfectly positioned.

My throat immediately becomes dry and thirsty – but I have this straight cold warning shiver up my spine again.

Resist. One word. It feels like the power I felt before with the crown, a remnant of that power.

I close my eyes and purse my lips as I curl backward away from his cock, trying to regain control of my senses.

"Onyx," I gasp his name, "No more sex – we need to have a break –"

"Remember when you lied to me in hell? You said you wanted to sleep – but you wandered off and went for the Devil's Crown," and he's clearly pissed-off about it, holding in his fury until now.

"I was lured to it," I state.

"I don't care – you deceived me, bitch."

I smack his cock with my hand, grabbing the head to push it away from me.

"And so what, you're going to punish me for being 'lured' away from you? Give me a break."

Onyx finally lets a snarl loose – his rage unleashes the red light which swarms the room – flooding him with crimson lethality.

"Why don't you trust me?" Onyx snarls over my head before turning and stalking across the dungeon floor, heading toward his instruments of pain.

"We fuck but we barely talk. We don't know each other properly. L-Like –"

Onyx is reaching for a ball gag – but he stops, lowering his claws from the device to turn toward me again.

"Trust?" Onyx says more calmly, "I am your mate. You're pregnant with my pups. You're everything for Lycan survival. Lycans who stop the Devil's wrath from poisoning the world. You're tied to the fate of everything. You must submit to your duty as Lycan Queen – and my favourite slut."

He talks of me like I'm his favourite dessert. It kind of makes me blush inappropriately.

My lips part a little, as Onyx turns back to his instruments and surveys the choices.

"...you've never told me any of this... that I'm everything to Lycan survival," I try to feign my shock, despite Sloan giving me a heads up a lot sooner.

"Why would I tell you earlier than now? I was busy fucking you and making you mine," Onyx responds so calmly with that and without hesitation. Oh!

"You make bad things sound so damn romantic," I blurt, suddenly really turned on as I squeeze my thighs together, "...can I see your human form... Oswald?"

"My name is Onyx – Oswald is only the disguise, the priest's name."

It sounds like Onyx won't provide me with what I wish for, as he growls it under his breath without looking back at me.

But as I look down at my feet in disappointment – I feel the shift in my soul, connected to his, and I swiftly look up to see Onyx has changed!

His human form is watching me now.

For the first time I refer to him as his real name, I say "Onyx," for his human form. It feels right. It tastes good on my tongue, as he stands naked and to the side of his bench of sex-toys.

"You prefer me this way, Silvia?" Onyx's much smoother voice, flutters to my ears, pleasing them like butterfly kisses. I wiggly my toes and nod, as Onyx suddenly picks up a big fat dildo. Equivalent to the size of a Lycan cock, "Yes?"

I don't know what to say, but maybe the drool dripping out the corner of my mouth says it all, as Onyx smirks and bends over to roll out the fucking-machine, "Alright you crazy bitch – all day until the night falls?"

"...I n-n-need sleep..." I stutter.

"You can sleep when you're done getting fucked by this all day and then fucked by me all night," Onyx isn't fazed, "...you can choose the hole... just don't say your mouth because I don't want to break your fragile jaw..."

"You choose – I mean no, I'm not doing this," I stand up now, feeling a little more – a lot more – confident now that he's human. I walk for the door, "Fuck you and fuck this. I have a say too."

I grab the door handle and it's blatantly locked as I shake it.

"You read the entry conditions before you came in here."

"No I didn't," I exhale dramatically as I turn back to him, with real tears in my eyes, "I don't want to be the crazy slut today – make me feel normal for once," I don't expect to suddenly sound so serious, but I'm fucking begging him now, as tears suddenly stream down my face.

Onyx immediately moves everything aside, ditching the idea as he walks right up to me, to rub his hands over my shoulders.

He speaks down to me, "Besides acting as a priest – reading from a script – I have no idea how to be mortal on Earth," Onyx admits this all quietly and freely, "If I join you out there – and I won't – I'll be the crazy one. And we'll both be at risk of being detected by the Angels, who will alert the authorities, and you won't be the only one who ends up in an asylum. Captured Lycans – as you know... are invaluable supernatural warriors."

"So you hide in hell?" I whisper, "Forever? For thousands of years you live in the dark?"

"I'm not afraid of the dark," Onyx whispers over my face, truly sweet with me. It makes me more damn emotional. I try not to hiccup on a breath.

"You're afraid of the light," I gulp. I didn't know he was afraid of anything.

"I grew up in hell. I was excited to hunt up here...but I was always afraid of the rising sun. That light it gives off is not calming like moonlight. No ghost or witch or vampire enjoys the sunlight – and we are most vulnerable when acting as mortal. Acting as if we're under God's hand. I can't do that, I don't belong out there."

"I didn't know how badly this impacted you," I reach up for his face, but Onyx shies away, holding me at arms-length, his hands still on my shoulders.

"Don't pity me," Onyx kind of goes cold at that.

I pout.

He was so... cute. Cute and handsome and argh. I wanted to squeeze him.

Instead, I try something a little bold and dangerous.

I try to command him... quietly, I dare speak, "We're going to drive, through the daylight – toward the Crypt – to deliver that message, so Phantasy doesn't start considering me an enemy, I'll do as he says... to keep you safe from his Devil's wrath. Does that sound like a good plan?"

"Sloan will suffer the drive," Onyx agrees immediately, "And you can have Carmen's company for the drive. I will lie in the trunk."

I want to laugh and maybe protest but for some reason, I know not to laugh or protest this time. So instead, I take what I can.

"Okay," whatever, it's good enough progress.

Onyx finally raises his hands to grab my cheeks, wiping the tears away with strong swipes of his thumbs.

"We'll leave for Quindell City," Onyx blinks, narrowing his pretty red eyes as he leans down to me, "In 24 hours."

"I s-said I n-need sleep."

"You don't understand," Onyx starts to grow – straight back into his 8-ft Lycan, standing over me, his snarl is true, "Sleep deprivation is your punishment Silvia."

"That's so rude," I squeak out, losing my wit, "And I'm pretty sure that's –" illegal, in every sense.

Onyx puts his pawed hand over my face – so my lips are in contact with his palm, and I'm silenced.

He guides me by my head, around him, toward the table.

When he releases me, he is blocking the exit, and I've stumbled into the bench with shackles, opposite the fucking machine with the largest dildo.

In this moment, I switch, I decide to succumb.

Fuck it. Let's do it again.

Words have left me as I willingly crawl onto the bench and lie down, spreading my legs, I wait with a smile of anticipation, even though I'm exhausted beyond recognition.

Onyx walks over and looks me over.

"Do it," I whisper.

"You dumb bitch, I was joking," Onyx reprimands me.

I watch him in total shock, completely relaxed – and a little bit... um, I can't describe the new emotion on his face.

"Really?" I whisper, a little disappointed honestly.

Onyx is trying to hold something in – but he can't for long. He bursts out laughing and walks back to the door, opening it to consult Sloan, clearly.

Oh, that was amusement.

I sit up, a little offended – but both Onyx and I are looking out at Sloan fucking Carmen on top of the bar.

Onyx turns to me, "Come with me to the den to sleep," he even offers a Lycan paw.

I walk over in a daze, pulling my dress down so it's properly in place as I grab his furry hand.

We walk past the two vampires making love – and enter some kind of secret entrance at the back of the club.

Onyx takes me into a calm looking cave – with a circle bed full of soft faux blankets, a raging red fireplace and a cute little water feature making calming noises in the corner, letting off mist. Seriously? This was like a zen den.

"Rest," Onyx pushes me toward the bed.

I stumble over and then throw off my dress, pouncing onto the faux furs and laying on my back in the encompassing warmth.

Onyx steps onto the back and gets down beside me, laying out to sleep.

I try to get comfortable with my monster, snuggling toward him.

Onyx turns me toward the fireplace, wrapping an arm around my waist, he slips his cock deep into my pussy and settles his balls against my ass as he rests with me lying across him.

As he settles, and we're snuggled up real tight, he starts to rock in and out of me.

"Onyx," I growl, about to berate him for lying to me.

But before I can make another noise – a ball gag slips over my cheek and into my mouth.

Onyx fastens it at the back of my head.

"A Queen never rests," Onyx growls in my ear, as he keeps fucking me – tortuously slow.

"-uc -u," I say through the gag.

About 30 minutes later, Onyx falls asleep in the middle of fucking me.

He forgets to take the gag off and his dick is hard as an iron rod in my pussy, seemingly getting harder and even more hot as he rests back. As I try to wriggle off of it – I feel it's locked inside, his knot keeping me there.

Damn it.

I roll my eyes at my predicament and snuggle my head up into his furry chin anyway.

I somehow manage to fall asleep, all while squeezing his cock in uncontrollable spasms – while his scent wraps all the way around me, and I feel totally consumed by his presence.

I finally decide now, I could get used to this.