Page 9 of Song of Tenebrae

“It’s ours and you know I won’t rest until I know the truth.”

“Oh my god!” I hear Tiny call out from her room.

Both Sky and I rush over and into her room, “What?” I ask.

She looks up from her phone, her hazel eyes glistening with tears, and her hand on her chest, “three men were murdered last night, in some weird Satanic ritual.” She holds her phone screen up and it’s on a news outlet. “What the fuck?”

“It’s Vegas,” I shrug, feigning nonchalance that I’m not feeling.

“And you asked me to come here?” she shrills.

“Oh please, New York was so much worse and you know it.” I roll my eyes.

She looks a bit calmer and I leave her room, stalking back to my own. I can feel Sky hot on my heels and I turn on her, making her stop abruptly.

“I’m putting this out there right now,” I look down at her, the five-inch difference in our height more pronounced when we stand close, “if I find you knew something and kept it from me, I will never forgive you.”

“Temp…” she begins but I’m already in my room with the door closed.

I don’t want to know if she knows anything just yet, the betrayal will cut deep, and I already have enough scars to deal with.

Chapter Four

Raiden

She’s not on stage tonight and I can feel a different tension in the air. I moved from my regular seat that gives me the full view of the stage to a corner booth, but still, something is telling me that I need to leave. I usually listen to my gut instinct but when it involves my raven haired demon, I’m not so easily swayed and one day it’s going to cost me my life.

I can’t leave here without knowing where she is and after last night, I’m worried. She clearly has no desire for self preservation and thinks herself above the dangers of scorned men. She provokes them easily and now I’m worried she may have more than what I took care of last night. I could break into their house, I’ve scoped the place out, and I know there’s a back staircase that leads to it. I give the place one final scan and get up out of my seat. Where the fuck is Sky?

Once I’m outside, I round the side of the building, and come around the back, looking up to the second floor. The lights are out and I can’t hear anything over the bass of the music in the club below it. I keep to the shadows as I approach the stairs, looking around for security cameras, and cursing when I don’t find any. She really is inviting danger to fuck with her and I can’t wait to punish her for her negligence. I take the stairs two at a time and flatten myself against the door, pressing my ear to it. I can’t hear anything inside and thankfully there’s some common sense when I find it locked.

It’s a shitty lock though because all it takes is my knife to slip between the door and the frame and a jiggle of the handle. The door opens into a kitchen and I shut it softly behind me. From what I can see in the dark, the appliances are old but in good condition and the flooring is linoleum, reminiscent of the floor in Loving Beginnings Orphanage. I clench a fist and force down the memories that threaten to rise, breathing slowly. I remind myself that the place burned down and is no longer worthy of my thoughts.

My feet silently take me forward to one corridor and it opens up to a small TV room. The couch is leather and the other furnishings are modest yet expensive, it looks like something Demon would like. I open the door slowly and find a bedroom. I step inside, closing the door, and walk to the adjoining bath. I step inside and take a deep breath, it smells feminine but it’s not how my female smells. I go back into the bedroom and find an envelope on the bed addressed to Martina Charles. I leave the room, go back through the TV room, and end up back in the kitchen. There’s another hallway to the left and I head that way.

I open the first door to find a washroom, I instantly recognize Sky’s scent, and close it again. She’s not who I’m searching out. The next door is Sky’s bedroom and I close that as well. I have no interest in what she’s doing although I know someone who does. There’s a final door right at the end and I grin when I open it wide. Everything in here is dark, the large king-sized bed has a black duvet and black satin sheets. Her curtains are heavy black velvet and her walls are painted a charcoal grey with one wall painted a dark blood red. Everything in here calls to me and I can’t help but wonder if when I carved that pentagram into her flesh, claiming her as mine, did I seal a part of myself behind?

Her bathroom is just as gothic, black mats, black shower curtain, and black accessories. I chuckle when I find a large dildo resting on the countertop and pick it up, bringing it to my nose. I can’t smell her and I growl in frustration, I’ll just have to accept there’s no man giving her the real thing. He’d be dead otherwise. I walk back into her bedroom and sit on her bed, I’m almost wishing she would catch me in here so I can ravish her. Her scent saturates my senses and I can’t control how fast my cock swells, I want her so fucking bad. I crawl up her bed and pull back the blankets, slipping between the soft sheets.

Her scent overwhelms me and I reach inside my pants to fist my cock. I’m harder than I’ve been in a year and I let the memory of her silken skin wash over me. I begin to stroke myself to her scent, remembering her warmth and what it felt like inside her. She was so tight and always so ready for me, no matter where we were. Even when I lifted her skirt in front of a room of people - including my brothers - and fucked her senseless, she was ready for me. It’s that specific memory that has me shooting my load into my hand and I grab the robe laying across her bed, wiping my seed into the lace material. I can’t help it, I want her to know I was here.

I want her to put that robe on and find my cum dried into it. I want her to bring it to her nose and I want with my whole being for her to recognize my scent as well as I recognize hers. I get out of her bed and remake it, paying attention to the details. I fold the sheet down over the duvet just as she had it and I swipe my hand over the top to remove the few wrinkles. I don’t know where she is but there’s no sign of struggle up here and I won’t find anything else. Just as I’m about to step out of the room, I hear the door in the kitchen open and shut, and I slip back into the bedroom, leaving the door ajar.

“No Sky,” my demon snaps, “I need to go there and see it for myself.”

“You can’t, Temp!” Sky begs, “it’s too dangerous!”

What are they talking about?

“I need to know everything or else this fear will never leave me. I will always dream about being tied to that hook, his cock ripping into me, while his brother whips my back into shreds.”

I can’t help it, I smile at the fact that she remembers so clearly, and I know it was worth every tear through her flesh. My cock twitches again and I rest my head against the wall, willing myself to relax.

“I was there!” Sky screams, “I was whipped too! I moved on and now you have to too.”

“I can’t and even if I could, I wouldn’t want to, not until he’s bleeding as I was.”

I know she’s talking about me and still I can’t help but be proud of her strength. I hear heels clicking against the floor in the hallway, approaching the bedroom. I take a quick glance around and dart for the long heavy curtains at her window, hiding myself behind them. I feel the slam of the door on the window at my back and I can immediately sense her anger, but there’s a thread of fear too.

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