Page 31 of Song of Tenebrae

“Yep,” he grins, “just had to pick up some of the good stuff.” He taps the duffle and I intuitively know it’s filled with coke.

“Tempest will be glad,” my brows crumple with thought, “if she still does it.”

“I would bet my life on her trauma she does,” he gives me a wink.

He starts off for the stairs, heading up to his bedroom when I hear another car door shut outside. I turn my head in time to see Hail open the door and step inside, his duffle bag thrown to the floor. He looks agitated as his eyes meet mine.

“I tried to call you about the storm.” I say to him and he shuts his eyes briefly.

“Yeah, I figured. I just needed to grab some shit from the market first.” He looks behind him and then back at me, “is everyone here?”

“Waiting on Torrent.”

“Where is she?” he doesn’t even need to say her name.

“In the same room as last time. You should tell her tonight is leather.” He nods and I watch as he climbs the stairs, his shoulders hunched. The sooner he comes to terms with his feelings, the better.

I go back to the sitting room and watch out the window for Torrent. The sky grows darker and darker by the minute as the storm rolls in and I grow anxious. Sometimes the rain here is so heavy that the roads flood and I don’t want him stranded anywhere, he needs to be here. I want to lock the gates already with all of us inside.

The black and grey clouds settle over the house and the drops start, large circular ones that hit the driveway with a splash. It won’t be long now until the sky opens up and we’re accosted by a downpour.Where the fuck are you, brother?A few minutes later, I see his car pull into the driveway and I exhale the anxiety that was clawing at my chest. Just as the car door opens, the rain really starts to come down, and Torrent throws his head back on a laugh, the heavy drops hitting his cheeks.

I love seeing him look this happy and it reminds me that he didn’t have much happiness in his life. But I know how he feels about this place and why he loves it so much. This is home. He snatches his duffle from the driver and runs for the front door, throwing it open with a bang. I lean against the wall and watch as he shakes out his dreads, water flying all over the floor.

“Took you long enough,” I chastise as he laughs.

“Worried about me, brother?”

“I don’t think I could find another drummer in the time needed,” I sneer, “one with a forked tongue, too.”

“Nope,” he shakes his head and smiles brilliantly, “not in this lifetime.”

“What took so long?”

“I needed to clear my head,” he gives me an apologetic look, “it was a much-needed hour to myself.”

I nod and he heads up the stairs to his room. I know what he means about needing some time alone because I have been craving that too, I just don’t have the time nor luxury right now for it. I continue to watch the top of the stairs, wondering what Tempest might be doing, and if she’s seen the outfit I’ve laid out for her. My cock twitches with the thought of seeing her in it. Her new body would be on display, showcasing the mark I gave her, and reminding everyone just who she belongs to. It’s a feral feeling; the need to mark her and remind others.

I hear a car door shut outside and walk back into the sitting room, pulling back the curtain. It’s nearly impossible to see through the thick sheet of rain but I do see a receding pair of red taillights disappearing down the driveway. It must be the driver that dropped off Torrent. A loud thunderclap shakes the house and I hear the girls squeal upstairs. I grin as a large streak of lightning lights up the sky; this really is a bad storm.

“Sir,” I hear Edward clear his throat behind me, “shall we lock the gate?”

Edward is hitting near seventy and has been with us from the very beginning, witnessing too much and yet never uttering a word. His aged skin sags at his jowls and his eyes are heavily lidded but the man is still incredibly good at what he does.

“Yes, please.” I nod as he leaves the room.

I slip my hands into my pockets and feel the cool metal of my blade, the lightning bolt rough against the pad of my thumb. I want to feel it warm in the palm of my hand as I run it along Demon’s skin, sinking the tip into her flesh, and running my tongue along her essence. My mouth fills with saliva at the thought and I roll my lips between my teeth.

She’s different now and not so willing or naive to let me or my blade get that close, but I don’t give a shit, I’m going to try.

Chapter Nine

Incognitus

I sit on the bed and look around the dusty room, it’s been a while since I’ve used it. It smells stale and musty, but I don’t dare open the windows. No one can know I’m in here and I need to keep it as quiet as possible. Showering only early in the morning after they finally pass out in their beds and that’ll be when I sneak to the kitchen for food. I have it all planned, I just need to stick with it, and wait for the perfect time to pounce.

The house has been quiet since I got here and if my memory serves me well, tonight is leather. My cock grows hard at the thought of the girls wearing tight leather outfits while dancing for their men. Especially the one with the stormy, angry eyes, the hatred that shines in them is intriguing, and I wonder will she be happy when I kill her man. Sure, she hates him now, but who knows how she’ll feel at the end of the week. I want to watch her cry again and scream in pain. She looked gorgeous as her face contorted in agony and Raiden sullied her body.

I know it was all a ploy for the elders but I don’t know if it was completely a ploy for Raiden. He looked like he enjoyed ripping into her tight pussy and the pleasure that shone from his face was fascinating. Every time the whip hit her back, the sound would run straight to my cock, and I was hard and aching by the end.

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