Page 40 of Song of Tenebrae

I watch her leave my room in a daze and I can’t tell if I imagined the whole thing or not. She sounds like she’s accepted that she’ll die here and I fucking hate that. She sounds like she doesn’t trust that I will protect her and it makes anger flood my veins.

I grab her outfit for tonight off the hanger - which is indeed silk - and head over to her bedroom. I pass the stairs just as Hail is coming up them. He looks exhausted and he’s dressed in all black.

“Going somewhere?” I ask him and he shrugs. He walks by me and I get a strong scent of female perfume. “Did you sleep in Sky’s room last night?”

He turns to give me a strange look, “what?”

“You smell like a woman.”

He presses his nose to the fabric of his sweater and then drops it with a shrug, “one of them must’ve worn it.” Then he continues to his room, walking slowly, and his fist clenching.

I feel like my brothers are slipping away the further I force them apart from the organization that created us. It’s like they have nothing to believe in and they’re slowly losing themselves. I don’t know how to fix that and even if I could, I think they need to fix it for themselves.

I won’t force them to stay with me, if they decide they want to go back to the Elders, I won’t stop them but I won’t let them get to her. I open Demon’s door and find her laying on the bed with her eyes watching the ceiling fan. I throw the outfit on the bed and her hand grabs the material.

“Silk.” She states just before she lets loose a manic giggle. “It’s silk.”

“Things will become clearer,” I don’t know why I’m telling her this, but I don’t stop, “just try to keep it together a while longer.”

“Then I’ll fly.”

“If that’s what I choose.” I sneer and she turns her amused gaze on me.

“There was a time I feared death, I did things I’m not proud of, just to survive. But I think you cured me of that fear, Raiden. I’m no longer afraid to die because it can’t get any worse than the Hell we already live in.”

Black silk, the same hue as her hair, is molded to her curves like a second skin. I’ve given her a long-skirted halter top dress, leaving her back completely bare. I want to see the damage on her skin as much as possible, and I love the stark white marks that contrast with her attire.

The music blares from the speakers and tonight the girls look freer, less fearful. They’re drinking and dancing, the silks on their bodies moving fluidly around them. My brothers look less stressed tonight, even Hail as he watches his woman move, and I can see the ghost of a smile on his mouth.

It’s Torrent that makes me feel uneasy, his eyes on my demon, and the tent he’s not bothering to hide in his pants. The taste I gave him last night has clearly awoken something in him and now he’s looking to finish it. It leaves me feeling illogical and primal.

“Demon!” I bellow over the music, my eyes still on Torrent. He turns to look at me, his smirk smug and knowing. I open my legs as I hear the click of her heels advancing on me.

“Yes?” Her voice is soft as she stands between my legs. I can see through the silk to the skin of her thighs and I grab the material in my fist.

I yank on her skirt and she drops to her knees, her hands landing on my thighs. She looks up at me, licking those plush red lips, and digs her pointed black nails into my thighs. She knows what I want, my demon is so attuned to me; she undoes the button of my pants, then the zipper, and I lift my ass off the seat so she can pull them down my thighs.

Her hand wraps around me and I clench my jaws to stop from sounding like a needy pussy. But she knows because she chuckles as she leans forward to swipe her tongue over the tip. The groan that fills the room doesn’t belong to me, no; Torrent has his dick out and groans as my demon sucks me down her throat.

He wants her; he hates her and he’s pissing me off. She’s fucking mine. I fist my hand in her hair, pulling her up roughly, and she releases my cock with a loud pop of her mouth.

I drag her up so we’re face to face and she has the fucking audacity to grin and lick her lips. I haul her onto my lap and reach between her legs to rip her panties off, only to find she’s wearing none.

“Where are your fucking underwear,” I snarl at her as I thrust two fingers up inside her. She whimpers and grinds into my hand.

“I forgot to put them on,” she tips her face to the ceiling and I see Torrent’s dark eyes piercing into her. There’s no lust in their depths, just hatred.

“We’ve been here before,” I pull my fingers out and drag them up to her clit, “tell me how you want it.”

“I get to choose?” She gasps when I pinch her clit.

“This once.”

Her hand goes around my throat and I hold back my instinct to fucking break it, “you’ve had me like this, in front of everyone already. You’ve come to my bed and thoroughly fucked me,” she looks over her shoulder, “you forced yourself inside me while your brother whipped my back to shreds.” Her eyes land back on mine, “you handed me to your brother last night.”

A few gasps come from the girls in the corner and even Hail looks at me in confusion, “and?” I glide her wet pussy along my length.

“There’s not many other ways to take someone.” She shrugs like she has me, like she’s won this round, and I’m practically vibrating with excitement to show her how wrong she is. “Why did you do it?”

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