Page 3 of The First Seal

“What's with you?” I ask while getting my cup out of the cupboard and hitting start on the coffee machine.

“Nothing,” he snaps at me.

Right as I'm about to say something witty in return, Ezra and Aspen walk into the kitchen. That's the perk of having a gate to hell in your basement, in the mortal realm. You don’t have to travel far to get to one and then travel back home.A hell of a lot easier than creating a portal.

“So how's Ozzy doing?” I ask them and take a sip of my black coffee. Taking a seat at the island in the middle of the kitchen with the others.

Aspen rubs his hands down his face. “Well…”

Blaze and I share a look and then look back over to Aspen and Ezra with confusion lacing our faces.

“He didn’t tell us anything new. It was all the same old stuff. Lucifer still wants us dead,” Aspen says with unease in his voice.

“Well then what was the point in going to Hell? If we are still “Hells Most Wanted,” Blaze says with an agitated tone.

“Well there is more to it according to Asmodeus. That's why we came back so soon. He wants us all to meet so he can tell us together,” Ezra explains, his face grim with disappointment.

“So, we don’t know what it’s about, yet he wants to meet? When and where?”I command. Finishing my coffee, enjoying the burn of the hot liquid down my throat.

“We don’t know. He will get in touch when he wants to meet,” Aspen grounds out.

We finish our breakfast in companionable silence before we all head upstairs to our rooms to get dressed so we are ready for Ryker and Emma Chertanov’s funeral. I'm the first one downstairs. Wearing my black dress pants, a black button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows, and my black dress shoes. I hate wearing clothes like this. I prefer to wear my jeans, t-shirts and my combat boots. The only ones that like wearing suits are Aspen and Ezra.

My brothers finally came downstairs after I was waiting for five minutes.

“It’s about damn time you fuckers get down here,” I scold all three.

“Fuck off! It wasn’t that long,” Ezra snapps back.

“I thought I was gonna die waiting for you three,” I jeer, placing my hand on my forehead, being the dramatic one I am.

“You are such a damn drama queen, Onyx,” Aspen jests, rolling his eyes at my antics.

“No. I'm a drama King. Get it right,” I snap, pointing my finger in his face.

“Let’s just get going, we are already going to be late,” Blaze moans, looking at his watch.

Grabbing our helmets, we head to the elevator to go to our private garage. In the elevator waiting to hit the basement level from our twentieth floor penthouse, I notice only Ezra and Aspen are in suits. Ezra is wearing a classic black suit and shoes with a royal blue pocket square. Aspen is wearing a classic black suit and shoes as well with a yellow pocket square. Blaze is wearing what I'm wearing. A black button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black dress pants, and black dress shoes.

Once we hit the basement level, we walk to our bikes and head out.

We never wear jackets, our demon body temperature runs higher than a mortal's.

While riding to Ewing Funeral home, everyone is talking to each other over the coms Ezra installed in our helmets. While I do what I do best, zone them out and just ride and try to think of anything but Ember.

But once again, those gorgeous light green eyes staring into my darkness and those killer curves riding my cock, invade my mind. I keep thinking about that dream from last night, the sounds she would make while riding me. Just imagining all my piercings hitting all the right spots inside of her. Sucking on her nipples, she would arch her back moaning out my name. Oh, Little Siren, you have no clue what I have in store for you. I can just imagine tying her up, spreading her legs wide, and making sure she feels every inch of my big demon cock. She would feel every piercing and every ridge I have as I thrust inside her, harder and faster, until she’s screaming my name. If she thinks she can resist, well, she’s in for a world of pain. She will be my little slut and take all of me, in any hole I want to fuck her in.

The rope cuts into her, leaving marks and rope burn on her beautiful tan skin. Binding her wrists and ankles together, flipping her onto her stomach and forcing her ass in the air so I could have the best view of her ass and dripping pussy. Makingsure she can't escape my advances.

Pulling myself from my thoughts as I slow my bike into the only spot open, right beside my Little Siren's car. I quickly hopped off my bike, getting into my backpack and grabbing the single black rose and single dark green rose with the malachite bracelet wrapped around the stems. Placing them under her windshield wipers.

I hope my Little Siren is ready for when I do get to take her.

Chapter three

Ember

My Mama, Emma Chertanov. She had the most beautiful straight, long brown hair and ocean blue eyes. Mama was always dressed up. Looking as if she was a movie star and smelling like her favorite perfume, Black Opium, which smelt like vanilla, white flowers, and a hint of coffee. Even if we never left the house. She frequently told us, “Always look your best no matter what you are doing that day.”

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