Page 43 of Song of Tenebrae

“Where?” he asks as his voice breaks.

I place my hand over his left pec and feel the rapid beat of his heart, knowing this is the spot. He nods and reaches behind his head to pull his shirt off, leaving me speechless while ogling his perfect body. I open my hand and look down at the bloody knife, the lightning etching now red with my blood. I press my bloody palm against his left pec and gasp when it seems to shine from his skin.

The point of the blade sinks into his flesh and the blood fills up around it quickly. I carve out the top of the inverted pentagram and when he grunts, I stop to look into his eyes.

“Don’t stop,” his thumb hits my lip, “I didn’t for you.”

No, he didn’t. He carved my symbol as he fucked me and I had been so lost in the sensations, I didn’t realize until it was over. No, he didn’t give me the chance to protest. I continue cutting into his skin and ignoring his grunts or hisses of pain. His blood runs down over my hand making my grip slick. Finally, when the last point is connected, I step back, and look at it. I don’t know if it’s my imagination but I feel different, complete in a way I’ve never felt before, and it feels like I finally have a home.

He presses his hand into the blood on his chest and then comes forward, pressing it to the mark on my stomach. It feels hot and when his lips hit mine, I realize, this is what forever feels like.

“I need to shower,” I cringe as I feel his release beginning to drip down my thigh. “And I need to put on some underwear.”

“Mine.” He growls and kisses me again. He hoists me up into his arms and carries me out of the room.

“Now that the old married couple is gone, let’s fucking party.” Torrent calls out behind us. The music turns back up and I see Sky’s worried look on me as the door closes.

We’re a married couple. At least in his eyes and that’s enough for me.

Raiden

I kick her door shut behind me and carry her into the washroom. I can feel my seed leaking from her pussy and dripping onto my stomach, making me so fucking hard all over again. I haven’t been this insatiable before and watching her in complete concentration as she branded me has flipped some sort of switch. I want to sink inside of her and stay there for the rest of our fucking lives.

I set her down on the counter and turn to start the water in the shower. When I face her again, she’s standing in front of me with her dress pooling around her feet. She’s so fucking gorgeous and even though her stubborn behavior makes me want to punish her, I love her all the same.

“Stop looking at me like that, old man,” she grins.

“Old man?” I raise a brow as I undo my pants, letting them fall to the floor. I fist my hard cock and give it a long firm stroke, “do I fuck like an old man?” She swallows thickly and shakes her head, her eyes transfixed on my movements.

The pentagram on my chest burns and I can still feel the blood dripping down my stomach.

“I want you to kiss me, Raiden.” She says softly as she steps into me, “then I want you to take me to bed and cut me open, I want to sing you a song.” She places my knife on the counter making her request obvious.

She wants to bleed for me.

I fist her hair in my hand and practically throw her into the shower, her back slamming against the tile. She laughs - a crazed sound - until it’s cut off by my mouth. I may love the girl but I’m not soft or sweet. If it’s me she wants, it’s the real me she’ll get.

“Tell me how you found me.” She asks as soon as my mouth is off hers.

“I always knew where you were,” I chuckle as I run my thumb along her bottom lip, “I just couldn’t come to you right away. We were in Europe for six months, taking care of a few parishes. Then we had Kenny locked up with us, but moving him was hard, and finding a place that we could hold him was even harder.”

“You have Kenny as a prisoner?” Her gorgeous grey eyes widen.

“We did,” I nod and thrust my cock against that mark on her stomach, “the guys didn’t want to go to Vegas, they wanted to come straight here because we’re safe on Dominica, but I needed to have you.”

“Is that why they hate me?”

“One of the reasons,” I admit, “I put us in danger for you and I’ve changed because of you. They’re worried I won’t be the same leader.”

“Have I changed you?” she asks quietly.

“Yes,” I smile at her, “I love something other than myself and my brothers. I forced them to go to Vegas with me so I could stalk my girl and claim her, then we lost Kenny because of it.”

“You lost Kenny?” I can see the color drain from her face and I feel the primal urge to kill anything that makes her afraid, except for myself. “When?”

“The day before I came to get you.”

“He was in my house, Raiden.” Her breathing becomes erratic, “he’s the one that stole my perfume and now it’s back, my perfume is back.”

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