Stacy is handed off to a bunch of Onyx's pack bitches, ready to prime her for the interaction with Onyx. They hand her a bunch of papers in the main whore-hang out room just before the guest rooms.

In the meantime, Onyx has apprehended my arm, and leads me down between all the guest rooms, to a ginormous communal bathroom, just like a dressing room, although it somehow has a fireplace too. It has everything a girl could dream of to doll up. Onyx keeps the ceiling lights off so it's just the menacing flames from the fireplace flickering over grey lifeless tiles.

Now that we are alone, Onyx pulls me roughly into his front. I struggle to take my arm out of his hold as he now twists me to face the sink. However, I refuse to look at the mirror, so I turn back into his giant front instead.

Onyx settles with holding the sink either side of me, trapping me in. He fucking dwarfs me, even as a human. And he smells good too.

"O-okay. You want to be paid for damages," I start the conversation on a dry note, looking anywhere but at his gaze, "What would you like?" I probably appear weak, looking so submissive. Fuck, I had to fight that natural urge. I try to look up at Onyx's face, but I instantly regret it. I try not to show it.

Bluff.

"First," Onyx talks calmly and looks right into my damn soul, capturing my bluff heavy eyes, keeping me damn still with that one simple hypnotic look, especially with the fire dancing off his crimson eyes, making him look truly otherworldly... I had a thing for the weirdly beautiful, and in that regard he was just like Oni, "Let's sort this out... you want to deny everything you've become and most slut-pups fall through that trap door quickly. You're still holding onto the edge. What makes you think there's hope for saviour in your dark soul, Selene? I know where you belong. Everyone knows. Why can't you accept your Gifted hand? And just fall into me."

"Accept what, Onyx? You mean my completely fucked up, twisted, horrible destiny to be consumed by demons?" I ask, quietly annoyed and trying not to lose it completely, "Why don't you tell me why I should trust you and your demonic kind?"

"Are you dead, bitch?" Onyx asks, not blinking once. He's so fucking intense. I flinch at his insult, however, and I close my eyes, "...do you want to know why I call my females, every name under the moon?"

"Sure. Enlighten me," I murmur, hoping I don't regret it.

"Do you think it's demeaning to be called a bitch?"

I roll my eyes. But I don't say anything.

"What about slut, whore?" Onyx goes on, "Do you think those are 'demeaning'?"

I've been focused on staring past his arm, my tongue heavy on the roof of my mouth as I try to keep in my anger.

Demeaning?

I had never really considered those words, beyond how they were used as an attack on women.

They were female oriented swear words.

You couldn't call a man a whore or a slut in the same way you could call a woman those things.

So was it demeaning?

His specific question bothers me for the very fact they are female words... so what is the demeaning part, the word or the fact that it's female? Because I very fucking loved being a female, and nothing about my sex drive, passion or impulses was demeaning to me.

As for his question?

Now I'm confused. I don't know how to answer such a loaded question correctly. I ask Onyx a question in turn.

"What do those words even really mean?" I shake my head, refusing to look him in the eye again.

His answer is kind of genius, "Whatever the fuck you want them to mean," Onyx drawls all those precious words into my ear. They drip in like poison, one drop at a time. A gift. Freedom. Naughty freedom. But also – he almost sounded kind, honestly. Oh, fuck. Any other scenario I'd recoil in disgust and defence.

I have to stay logical. Fuck emotion right now.

"Well they aren't said by others to compliment women –"

"What do you think I mean when I say them?" Onyx bites me off with a bit of a snarl, his eyes searching for mine, I feel them on my face, but I refuse to look back, so he tells me, "Look. At me."

Fuck...

"Into your hellfire eyes? Why? To fucking burn?" I whisper, as I finally turn my face toward his and look up.

Onyx doesn't say anything, at least not at first.

I see the furious magic that resides there, but it's not unleashed – it's caged inside his mortal body.

After a pause, he continues..

"You're a Lycan slut," Onyx growls out, "What do you think I mean when I say that? You've lost your tongue. What's the matter? We have to discuss a contract. You work in my club, with your Lycan-slut sisters... for twelve months. No pay. Then we're even. And you can even sleep here if you want, we have room."

Um.

Let me get this straight.

The repayment, was to work at his club?

I'll be honest, I didn't expect that.

"I thought you were going to demand I fuck you," I explain, my tone is cutting, even though that's not what he asked for, "I'm shocked you didn't, honestly."

"You, fuck me?" Onyx asks, raising a brow, trying not to laugh, "...the nerve of you, witch... what makes you think I need to coerce women to fuck? I have a Queen, a princess, ten whores and a few regular witches who don't talk about money when they give me their pussy. They usually don't talk so much either, with my cock shoved down their neck."

"Back to the contract. We need a place, we need work, we need to hide... Juny and Gerry are with Sardonix right now, I need to go to them and consult with them," I hope this is my get out of jail free card. Once I was out of here, I didn't have to come back.

I wait to see what Onyx will do.

He backs off a few steps, and looks down at my knees.

My hands had been clasping the sink behind me so hard, for basic support. I hoped he wouldn't noticed. Now he's looking at my knees – and they're fucking rattling in their sockets, okay?

Onyx pokes out a shiny black boot to my ballet shoe. I watch as he gently forces my foot backward, and I try to keep my balance, but I slip off the sink and fall to one knee.

It's awkward and it hurts, but it doesn't change the fact that I'm now kneeling at his fucking feet.

I'm expecting an insult to rain down on me any second now, but Onyx says nothing.

I glare at his boots, which start to swivel.

He's leaving? So Onyx just wanted to show me he could drop me to my fucking knees that easy, and then leave without a word, to make a fine point.

I quickly reach for his ankle.

I clasp my hand around it, stopping Onyx from leaving.

"Wait," I blurt out, speaking to his shin, "Listen. I don't want to deny it anymore," I shuffle forward to his pant leg, and look up, from right under him, I tell Onyx, as sultry as I can, "I'm the best you'll never have," I curl my fingers into his pants, as I start to get back up, "Because I... refuse... to serve you," now that I'm standing and slid my hands over him, I keep my hands on his warm torso, one hand running around his shirt, over his abdominals to his ribs, where I trace a line with my fingers, "Demons serve... Luna Witches. I feel it. In my bones," and by my bones, I mean all demon bones. I don't clarify that to Onyx. I just keep my hand there on his rib, and I smile... as I move my body even closer to his.

I won't lie.

A part of this is very natural to me.

The other part?

Is too innocent.

I had never learned to be like this. Seductive. Cunning. A little evil perhaps...

When I raise my second hand to trail my fingers down his cheek, my fingers tremble with my nerves, betraying my confidence, even though my words are assured.

Onyx searches my eyes, "I'll never have you? Is that a challenge, you cheeky bitch?"

"I'm telling you –" Onyx's instantly delighted and demonic smirk is what catches me off guard. I shut my mouth, although I stay close to him.

"Now you listen. Before you understand power, you have to understand pain," Onyx moves closer to my lips, and all he does is breathe his delicious Lycan breath straight into my mouth.

I close my eyes on instinct.

I feel a little dizzy.

As I lean into his front, the warmth of hell backs off and the cold air touches me instead.

I instantly open my eyes and Onyx has moved right back, right away from me.

"I'm going to slit Stacy's throat," Onyx leans on the door frame, "Then. Give you her rib. And you'll understand power. Demon bone?" he shakes his head, "It's worthless. You have no idea what a virgin's rib can do."

"Uh... I'm not that kind of witch," I explain, blinking rapidly, "Don't kill her. She's innocent. Demons are not."

"Wow, you're so smart, congratulations bitch," Onyx reaches around his back and takes out a knife, showing me the same one he used to threaten me before. He pretends to press the tip to his own jugular, and pretends to slice across, "It's that easy."

He's making me damn nervous.

I can't think of the right words.

"You're so... uh, you're a fucked up demon..."

"I'm starting to think you're kind of stupid," Onyx waves his knife around in my direction, "You think you have a decision to make about paying me back. If you don't pay me back the way I told you, you're dead meat."

"You want me to work at your club for 12 months?" I snap, "Seriously? A whole year?"

"As a bar tender," Onyx clarifies, and I immediately straighten my back, eyes widening.

"Oh, wait – I thought you meant... like... to be a whore..." I gulp, "I misunderstood. That's why I was angry."

"Uhuh," Onyx snarls, viciously winks and turns around, giving me his back while the blade in his hand, has my full attention.

I hope I don't regret this.

I call out.

"What's the price, Onyx, for her life?"

Onyx pauses.

He turns around, and gives me the ultimatum.

Fuck.

Here we go –

"Apologise to Silvia and Cleo – for being a stupid female," Onyx suggests, letting that sink in, he puts away the blade, "...or did you, once again, expect the price to be your pussy...?"

I open and shut my mouth, multiple times.

I start to go a bit red.

Just a bit.

It's not like after two fucks with Oni, that I would be addicted to Lycan sex or anything, ha.

"I'll apologise now," I agree, "Just please don't hurt Stacy. Make it a good memorable time. Her friends want to know how it goes."

We both walk down the corridor, toward the hang-out and the exit to the club.

"Oni fucks you like a pup, doesn't he?" Onyx asks out of the blue, "Cute."

"H-hey, don't change the subject, I just said her friends want to know how it is... sex, I mean, so make it good."

"Good?" Onyx's brow twitches a lot, he really doesn't like that word, "After she's drowning on Lycan cum, and I'm emptying load after fresh load from my balls, deep inside her ass, with Magnus filling her pussy with demon seed, and she starts throwing up eventually," Onyx asks, "Do you think that will be considered 'good'... or 'bad'? Or neither?"

Hang on a minute.

Did he say... a dick in pussy... and her ass?

"...wait... that's actually probable?" I ask, flabbergasted and taken back, as we near the door back to the club, "Like, one in the... and the other in the... at the same time... you can actually... do that?"

"Fuck me. Please go and apologise to my Favoured Whores, Selene," Onyx pretends I didn't just ask questions, now standing back and trying to usher me out, holding out an arm toward the door I should walk through back to Cleo and Silvia, "Cleo can be very emotional and you've probably made her cry. So be nice," Onyx waits. As I eventually walk past him, I also stop, closer to him.

Um... well...

"Thank you," I sigh, "...for not... you know... murdering me..."

I hesitate too long, I won't lie.

Then I take a small step to the left, getting to be more positioned in Onyx's front, and my hand moves for the door slowly.

Just as I wished. Just as I imagined in a naughty insane part of my head, Onyx's hands suddenly wind around my waist, then he jerks me back into his front, as he drawls against my ear, "Just. Say it. You desperate whore."

"What the hell are you talking about?" I blurt, feigning innocence.

"Say it," Onyx doesn't get angry, even as his hand moves over my waist and belt, "...what do you want me to do?"

F-fu... fuck fine.

"Kick Stacy out," I snap it, a bit too aggressively, "...she's not a 'slut-pup', she's not the kind, she's too sane... don't fuck her... she will regret it and it'll ruin her birthday..."

"Who should I fuck then?" Onyx's hand has slipped between the middle of my dress and the buttons, after popping one out, his hand now lies over my bare stomach, his fingers are under my stockings, just beginning to slip under the elastic band of my panties... "My balls are fucking full, Selene. And I feel like fucking a throat and then an asshole. I might even lick that asshole first – make it nice and ready and wet..." Onyx slips his fingers further down over my mound, I hitch my breath, so he starts playing with my clit, rubbing it in slow, torturous circles. Instead of talking, I lean back so he takes my weight, and then my knees basically surrender, so Onyx is holding my waist tight with his other arm, while he still rubs my clit, "You're a whore, a slut... and a fucking bitch. I'm not going to fuck you for your pleasure, Selene. You need to be punished and used... so I'm going to fuck you how I want, then let the pack fuck you how they want... it'll be a sincere welcome to your new home. You belong to me –"

"I belong to Oni," I honestly just say it to piss him off because I can.

Onyx takes his finger off my clit, he takes his hand from my panties, and watches me as I roll my eyes up at him, showing my irritation. No. I wanted more pleasure!

Onyx returns his hand, however, it's now under my ass, he lifts up my dress, and sticks his hand down my panties. I don't know what he's intending until he's shoved two fingers up my ass, causing my spine to arc.

I struggle away but he puts his hand around my neck.

"Who do you think you belong to?" Onyx asks, while thrusting his fingers in and out of my ass.

"Ah-ah, okay, ah, you made your point... stop it!"

"Actually," Onyx takes his fingers out of my ass, and sees my face twist with more anger. No, he was winning.

However, Onyx abruptly releases me from his hold, just to push me down onto my knees, putting his boot on my ass, he basically forces me down onto my stomach onto the floor.

I don't know what he's doing, until I hear material ripping and shredding to pieces.

He's shifting into his Lycan.

Ah oh.

For a moment, in the sudden silence, all I can feel is the abrupt rise in temperature, biting my skin it's so hellishly hot. I think he's pissed off.

Next, I hear his demonic breathing, and I feel claws shred across my stockings, and lift my dress out of the way. I stay, very, very, still.

When I dare look over my shoulder, Onyx is already drooling over my back.

And then he abruptly bites my exposed ass.

I scream.

It causes a burning, searing lust. The extremity of it, clashes with the mark on my hip from Oni. Fire spreads through my blood.

I twist away from his claws and teeth, as Onyx stands up over me, drooling and smiling with all his fangs on display.

"Now I made my point, bitch, now you belong to me," Onyx's demonic tone, causes a red light to flood the area.

Some of his whores are passing by, I hear their high heels clacking along, and then I hear the most ironic sound of all... they laugh in excitement but they also wolf-whistle at Onyx.

They can also see my bitten naked ass on full fucking display. Fuck. This was so embarrassing.

I hide my face in my hands.

"No good hiding now, bitch, I haven't even fucked you yet. Run if you want," Onyx foot comes off my ass, giving me the freedom to crawl and run if I dare try.

I get a last surge of rebellion. I twist around onto my back, leaning up on my palms, preparing to yell some kind of insults back up at him.

Except Onyx raises his head in the red ambience, and he howls instead.

I don't get a chance to talk.

His howl rings out and echoes off the walls, floods every ear canal and even drowns out the music, it pierces my very soul with demonic power.

The sound of it terrifies me to my core. It's scary primarily because it's far too hauntingly beautiful, like him. Everything about him is too enchanting. Every part of him. The sounds he made. The obsidian blades. The fluffy fur. The razor sharp teeth. The eyes. His ears even. His hard abdominals surely count too. And h... his...

Well his, enormous, huge, Lycan dick.

Now I realise... I could resist the man in Onyx.

But I don't know if I can resist the beast.