Page 43 of Unholy

Begrudgingly, she whispers at me, “I hate everything you stand for and who you belong to.”

A shot to the heart, fuck. “I know. And I promise I am trying to make it right. I will fix this.”

RYLEE

Hours have passed, the sun is setting, and my mind is still stuck on what happened this afternoon in the driveway. I’ve never been fucked like that. I have never let anyone fuck me like that.

It has always been me in control. Because I like to be, and I’ve always been scared to let it go. You hear stories of awfulthings and as a female, you immediately put your guard up, then you grow up with Greta and you just grow up being a badass. I almost think it’s hereditary as a Vandenberg.

I relinquished control, and everything was okay. My mind is in shock, but my body is alive. Electricity was rapidly flowing through it the entire experience, and when he told me to play with myself while his cock and piercings were rubbing all the right places, I could have melted. And for those few minutes, I was free and for once, someone else was taking care of me.

I haven’t showered, his cum still coats my backside, and I like it, feeling claimed and worthy of it. Don’t get me wrong, I know my worth and I am extremely confident and body confident, but to have it validated by someone you may be growing an attachment to feels so fucking good.

As I go to cuddle a sleeping Karma, I can feel the large smile on my face. I bury my face in her soft and fluffy coat and take her in, there is truly nothing better than a new kitten smell. I can’t describe it and do it justice, but when you smell it, you feel like you’re home; it’s infinite love and comfort.

I’m sure people get the same way with new babies, but the thought of a new baby makes me scrunch up my face, ruining my moment of solace with Karma. I’ve never wanted to be a mom. Growing up, I never had dreams of it, not because I lost mine, but because I never longed or desired for them. Greta has never pressured me, and she wouldn’t. My body, my choice. And it’s always going to stay that way.

A faint knock at my bedroom door disturbs Karma and I. Her precious large green eyes open, beautiful against her black fur, followed by the most adorable yawn showing off all her sharp baby teeth. “Yes?” I answer, not looking away from my new fur baby. The door slowly opens, tiny creeks come from the hinges, and I don’t recognize this person. Rogers and Nathaniel open thedoor swiftly, but this is gentle, feminine. Even Thomas was more abrasive when he tried to trap me earlier.

Turning my head, I see a familiar face with long black hair and a black leather choker—no, it’s definitely a collar around her neck with rose gold intricate detailing and surrounding a single vile of crimson red blood.

Rain Sinclair.

She has the biggest smile on her face. Wearing leggings, sneakers, and a sweater that is showing off her ever-growing baby bump. I smile back at her; her energy is warm, and I instantly know I am going to like her. Plus, she has Greta staying with her as a kind gesture and a way of pissing off Elijah, her partner. The girl is top fucking tier, really.

“I just wanted to stop by quickly while Greta settles in. I have a present for you, a sort of welcome to the family gift.” Her statement shocks me, because I’m not withhim.

The smile fades from my face and my eyes look at her inquisitively.

Rain brings her hidden hand out from behind her back, and in it is something shiny. The sun from the back window shines directly on it, causing an instant glare. Karma eyes it on the wall behind us and begins growling and entering pounce mode.

Dammit, she is so freaking cute.

Moving my focus back to Rain, I continue to analyze what she is presenting to me. She takes several steps toward me so I can get a better look. My head tilts, it’s absolutely stunning. Reaching my hands out, I pick up the object.

My fingerprints leave marks on the silver, I will have to clean them off to keep it looking pristine.

Flipping it over, I try to understand how this object works. It has four rings for my fingers to slide through and a separate piece for my thumb. The index finger has an additional ring to keep it secure and is the only finger that would be completelycovered. Flipping it back over, I slide it on. The rings slide down seamlessly, fitting me like a glove—pun not intended. Silver covers my knuckles, including my thumb. The index has silver going all the way up, I am able to bend, and I can see it is made of three separate pieces, allowing for movement. On the top, the fingernail is a long, sharp, catlike claw.

Tears well in my eyes, today has been long and devastating. Then you have this person who I have barely met coming over and gifting me the most thoughtful gift. What did I do to deserve such kindness?

Swallowing my sorrow, along with all my other overwhelming feelings, I look back up to Rain, who is still glowing, and whisper, “Thank you.”

“It will keep him on his toes. Make sure he sees you wearing it at least once.” She chuckles before winking. And she may just be my new best friend.

“Have you seen the backyard?”

Rain shakes her head. “Yes, when I saw him and Thomas dragging a torso across the street, I had to come see what else they did. Safe to say officially, all that remains of Brad is his head. His body was dinner for our pigs that night.”

“It’s going to start smelling out there soon, every day the temperature gets warmer.” I really don’t want to have to smell all the body rot.

“If it isn’t cleaned up by then, we can play his games too,” she says with spunk before turning around to leave.

“I’m sorry about your house, but we will make it right. And you’re not alone, you have all of us now.” Rain looks back before closing the door, her face comforting, and I believe her.

Nathaniel catches the door. He reaches up and stops it from closing behind my new friend. His eyes then notice what I am wearing, and they widen, freezing him in place.

Mother like fur baby.

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