Page 9 of The Devils of Raven's Gate

I know I’m playing with fire, but I can’t help but keep my eyes on Riot as Libra drags me away.

It was only my first day at Tenebrose and my dream of being here is already turning into a nightmare. I had felt so safe with him that night in the bathroom. The night he zipped me up after those frat boys had defiled me.

But Riot’s no fucking savior. No. He’s just like every other asshole. I want nothing to do with him or his douchebag friends. I came here to get away from my trauma, not create more.

Our walk back to the dorms is much quieter than the walk over. I’m grateful for that. All I want to do is crawl into my bed and forget this night ever happened.

But as the wind picks up speed, the shadows seem to be closing in. And I can’t shake the feeling that this thing with Riot isn’t over. It’s just beginning.

Riot

As I lay in the dark, the shadows enveloping me, the ground feels like a block of ice against my back. It’s colder down here, but I welcome it. It eases the fever that consumes me, even as the sweat gathers on my brow. I can hear each droplet as it hits the hard cement underneath me. I can hear everything and nothing.

Maureen Blackwell.

She was my firecracker. My light in the endless night that I fixated on while the poison twisted through my veins. An obsession that has festered to the brink of insanity. But she is tainted, charred by the blood in her body like an ancient curse.

If I had known that night that she was a Blackwell, things would have gone a hell of a lot differently. She was sad and beautiful and covered in cum. I took pity on her. If I had known, I would have ruined her right then.

Instead, I got distracted by her thick pouty lips and amber-colored eyes. I had envisioned those lips wrapped around my cock. I imagined how those eyes would brim with tears as she choked on me. I thought she was special, but she’s just another whore.

Just another traitorous Blackwell, sent here to spite me. Her blasphemous family got off easy after what they did to mine. But their little slut is in my backyard now. In my fucking web. All alone.

And I’m a hungry spider.

I stretch my legs and let out a deep breath. A sliver of the moon peeks into my vision through the skylight. The stars surround it like an army. This is what it feels like to belong to the night. To be one with it. To command it.

I pinch my eyes shut and curse under my breath. The rage I feel for my firecracker stings like the seven cuts on my chest. My fury festers as blood trickles down my stomach. I want to make her feel what I feel.

A surge of adrenaline courses through my veins, mingling with the poison as my sacrifice is taken by the raven. Its spirit rushes through me like a storm. I arch my back and cry out. The pressure smashes against my bones. My lungs fill with fire. I can taste the smolder on my tongue. I lick my lips and picture her face.

Fuck.

I slam my fists on the ground. It’s not supposed to be like this. Not here in this sacred place. Not when I’m in ritual.

I hate her. I hate myself.

I release a quivering breath as I unzip my pants. The frosty cellar air hits my hard cock and I bite down on my lip so hard, blood fills my mouth.

“Mmm… fuck.” I slide my hand up and down my cock, surrendering to its need. Her amber-colored eyes flash in my mind as I roll my thumb over the tip, smearing my pre cum around in circles.

I need this release.

The blood from my ritual cuts continue to ooze, sparking with power as I stroke faster, squeezing my dick harder with every thrust. I imagine my little firecracker, envisioning her swollen lips around my cock instead of my own hand. Picturing her tears and how I would lick them clean.

The pressure rumbles down my shaft, and I slap my inner thigh with my free hand. An explosion of tingles rolls through me. “Oh, fuck.” My cum shoots out, sizzling as it marks the cold cement. I rock back and forth as my orgasm builds and threatens to suffocate me.

The last of it oozes out, and I take deep breaths, willing my heartbeat to slow. Fuck, that’s what I get for edging myself. Ever since that night I saw her…

I had made offerings for her. Sacrifices. And the raven finally answered my cry. She came to Raven’s Gate. To Tenebrose. But I should have been more careful of what I wished for. She could have been my queen…

Now I’ll make her my slut. She’ll be nothing but a toy for us to play with. And I’ll take every ounce of my self-loathing out on her mouth and her cunt and her tight ass. There’ll be no part of her that is unmarked or unscathed.

Two hooded figures tower over me, snapping me out of my revenge fantasy. The taller one eyes my dick. I lost track of their names. They serve Nocturnus like lap dogs. Their names and souls are inconsequential. Insignificant.

“Stare at it any harder, and I’ll make you suck it,” I snap. “Why are you bothering me?”

The one drooling over me, blushes. “You asked us for an update on the Blackwell girl.”

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