Onyx lifts me up and holds me close, taking me back through the blizzard to the girl's accommodation. The fire has burned low, so Onyx places me down in the kitchen on the cold tiles, stalks over into the living area and throws in some more firewood to stoke up the flames.

The wind is howling, almost shrieking out there. The dark makes it all the more eerie. I feel safe with Onyx.

I drink some water from the fridge, my hands shaking.

As I turn and face my demon by the fireplace, I watch him transform, shifting from Lycan to mortal man.

Oswald, naked in the glow of the fire, with the blizzard sweeping across the balcony, covering everything in another blanket of snow... I just get the feeling we are both trapped in here for tonight. Good. For once it's just us. No pack. No whores.

I put down the water and I walk around the counter.

Onyx stares into the flames, in deep thought, while I start to undress out of the queenly garb.

It felt like a good idea, now it feels too tight.

I rip off the corset as quickly as I can and set aside the jewellery carefully.

When I'm naked and barefoot, the same as him, I walk to his side and I kneel in the rug, also looking into the fire.

"What are you staring at?" I ask him, staring into the dancing flames and seeing nothing but embers and smoke.

"Anubis is splitting Cleo with the pack," Onyx explains, "It's incredible how she makes such an ancient beast, with no social skills, melt so much. Anubis is her bitch. I'd never allow myself to fall that far with you." Oh my god.

I roll my eyes, and I don't address that, I just murmur, jealous, "All I see is flames. Everyone else has cool powers. An advantage with you all. Me? Lucifer is right. I'm weak. Mortal. Without you tied to me, this demonic world would have swallowed me whole... I'd have died years ago..."

Onyx grabs my hand off his leg, his fingers holding my small palm. He lifts it up, bringing my fingers closer to the flames.

"You're not entirely mortal," he says, bringing my hand even closer to unbearable heat. I try to pull back but he keeps my hand there, "You age slowly with me... but if you want immortality... there's a hot price to pay."

"Stop. I get it. I don't want to burn my hand," I snap and really pull back. Onyx lets my fingers slip through.

"Then stop complaining. I have witches who work for me who can give you anything you want through curses and spells. The Luna Witches could help. But you're too much of a pussy –"

"I'm not a pussy –!"

"Don't complain to me about immortality again or I'll give it to you," Onyx warns me, dead serious. Fuck. I never got used to it. He was a man, but he was a demon. As one entity, whether shifted into this form or the other – he is still totally Lycan, with a Lycan's temperament and temper... and his tough 'logic'. Harsh. Cruel. The kind of truth that burns you inside out.

Sometimes it's better to say nothing at all.

Even as tears fill my eyes, I stand up and I slip into his front, laying my hands on him, resting my cheek on his hot chest.

Onyx wraps his arms around me, drawling "What are you thinking?"

"How nothing else matters but giving you what you want," I whisper, "That's what I love. I love it. I love you. I love serving you. It's freedom to be a slave like this."

"I don't think of you as a slave, I think of you as my whore," Onyx snaps, always scolding, and when I look up, he explains further, whiling glaring straight down into my eyes, "Your soul, I possess. Quite literally."

"...and everything else..." I whisper, smiling, "But, you... I wonder what I do to you, on the inside? Other than your iron hard cock. Tell me."

Onyx is not intimidated by the intimate question.

He smiles, so fucking handsome it's insane, while his red eyes burn.

All the answers are in his eyes.

I lick my lips.

My throat is already dry again and my legs feel numb.

I reach up onto my tippy toes and I kiss his mouth, feeling the dark magic in him is just below the surface.

I wrap my hands around his head and his own hands wander, one lies over my ass, the other wraps in my wild untamed hair.

As I try to deepen the kiss, he tightens his hold and pulls my hair back.

"You want to know," Onyx says, surprising me, while staring at how hard I bite my lip, and then my watery eyes, "You kill me inside."

I blink.

Is that...

"Is that a good thing?" I ask, scared for the answer.

"You kill me," Onyx repeats again, "That's what Queens do. As you start to live more slowly, I start to die more quickly. You steal that infinity from me."

"I don't want to steal anything from you –"

"Still a killer," Onyx says, sombre, "I'm deadlier alone. But I rather die with you, than without your gorgeous, absolutely insane, beautiful eyes, Silvia – my bitch. You are my Favoured One. Thread by thread, you unwind my very being."

"Like, literally kill you, though?" I ask, wanting confirmation.

"Just the animal," Onyx murmurs, looking a little disturbed with being so vulnerable with me.

"Oooh. I make you a man," I guess, "...so the Lycan beast... hates me or something...?"

Onyx tilts his head, "It hates your guts. Demons hate light."

"But even you walk in the sun now," I say, realising the slow changes over time, "When we first met, you didn't at all."

"When we first met, you didn't have a hope in hell with me," Onyx admits, "You were too naïve. For some reason, I let the man in me choose, and I chose to be gentle with you."

"Gentle? When?" I ask, laughing.

Onyx quickly shuts me up by moving his mouth into mine again.

The breath leaves me, literally sucked out of my soul, like he's the grim reaper.

A nasty little demon trick. A little attack on my soul. Like a demon's version of a tickle, something he'd find entertaining. I get dizzy for a second, and I thump my hand on his chest, but at the same time, I surrender to the kiss.

I love when our lips touch, it's so rare sometimes.

Onyx keeps smiling into me, though, while we kiss, and I have to pull back to gasp in some air and ask, "What's so funny, exactly?"

"The irony of this all," Onyx admits, using his deep priestly tone, "I don't know if I'll stop myself on the blood moon... these could very well be our final days together..."

Maybe because I'm drunk on demon love, but I break... I snitch. Oops.

"The girls and I. We're working on something," I admit to him in this moment, a flustered whisper, "We'll make sure the evil madness doesn't consume you. We'll stop it."

"That easy," Onyx tilts his head the other way, "You weren't meant to tell me that, were you... fragile little whore..." Oh, crap. I can see why he was smiling now. The true reason.

Onyx knew we were planning something and he knew how easy I'd break and spill. That's what was funny. And I just proved him right, by the way he's shining with his 'all-knowing' magic. Fuck.

I'm actually totally fucking dumb.

For this one Lycan. But still. I can get myself out of this. I think.

"I trust you to keep my secret," I whisper, "Don't tell anyone."

"What makes you think, any of you, can outwit the devil and his plans of chaos? That's what the blood moon is all about..." Onyx raises a brow.

"Yeah. Duh. The satanic energy has to go somewhere, we'll channel it somewhere else," I tell him, "Trust us. I trust Wynter. Do you?"

"I don't trust a pack of whores," Onyx teases me, I think, "...I don't trust those Luna Witches... the fairy... the angel... or the vampire super slut... nor you... how can a man like me, trust hysterical women with a 'plan'... no, Silvia, I don't trust... I just know it'll be bad... but hmm, do I let you all fuck it up... or do I chain you into the vault right now...?" Onyx isn't joking anymore.

He starts to shift.

From man to Lycan.

I push off him and I stand in front of the fire to face his 8ft demon form.

His cock rises so tall, another fucking distraction.

The obsidian blades catch the reflection of the flames and click together as he tilts his massive wolf head, and his red eyes rage.

He teased the answer out of me.

Now I can't backtrack.

"You're right," I whisper, "We'll fuck it up. We should just listen to you."

"You expect me to believe that lie?" Onyx snarls, "Now you lie to me?"

"Please, Onyx," I change tactic, "Please," I beg him.

He steps forward and I drop to my knees, my mouth now under his hard, dripping cock.

I catch some of the pre-cum with my tongue, lapping it up, cleaning the head.

"If I haven't thought of everything, none of you can achieve anything... there's nothing we can do, but kill rot and lower our steam every day, until the event," Onyx warns me, "Do nothing risky. Do what your blood tells you to do. Serve. And obey... don't think..." I close my eyes, "Silvia."

I want to be scared.

But he taught me different.

It never gets any easier.

But I can't show him my terror. That's why he was getting the upper hand. I wasn't showing courage.

I have to show it now.

I hold onto the head of his cock with both my hands, and I open my eyes, glaring up at him.

"Fine. This is the truth. We need Lycan bones," I tell him, stead-fast, "We're going to create new Lycans – like your father – and banish them into another world. They'll take the doom with them, Onyx. Tell me you've thought of that. Tell me that isn't a good plan."

I say it with confidence and I say it boldly.

Onyx is... well... speechless.

His tilts his head the other way, a sign of giving in.

He licks over his teeth.

"Whores – another, deadlier pack... you just want more dick. But I hadn't thought of that..." Onyx admits with a growing snarl.

"Because you'd never think of making pure bred Lycans who can kill you," I admit the truth, "You're half man."

"You better be careful, sweetheart," Onyx keeps snarling, "Or you'll regret this plan. And it won't be me teaching you the lesson if you succeed."

"We won't let them escape the place with banish them too," I tell him, "Okay?"

"Hmmm..." Onyx growls and the deep sound fills the whole apartment. I lower my eyes, I slowly move myself under his shaft, toward his balls, so I can lick and worship them instead, "You better not be licking my balls to try and change my mind, whore..."

Fuck! I bite him – the skin, he actually tenses up and then I push out from under him, along the rug.

"Fuck you," I snarl back, "I like what I do. I don't do it to change your mind."

"Oh, I know you do, slut," Onyx moves with me, as I turn and try to get up, he catches my ankle, drags me closer to him and then clasps the back of my head and pushes me down. My elbows bend and then my cheek is in the rug, ass up, while his cock is hot over my curving spine.

"Don't fucking accuse me of manipulating you through sex, I just love worshipping you, give me a fucking break –" as I argue my case, Onyx pulls back, lines up and pushes his huge Lycan cock into my accessible pussy, slipping in all the way, he starts to fuck me – hard.

The breath is knocked out of me this time, from the force of his thrusts.

My eyes roll back into my head. Oh, lord, it's so gooood.

His huge heavy Lycan balls slap into my ass, as his cock drives in all the way, ramming in and out.

What in hell was I just arguing about?

I feel him shove his dick in to the hilt, then he holds it in, his dick pulses out the first batch of hot cum, as his hot drool drips across my back, to my nape, then in my ear. His teeth are next to my cheek, his hellish demon breath fills my breathing space.

"Only I change your mind with sex," Onyx mocks me, chuckling demonically. He starts to fuck into me again, and his tongue licks over my cheek and ear. A sloppy Lycan kiss. Cute, I guess? "I approve your plan, slut. Only because I know it won't work. But you and your friends can try. In the meantime, you'll all agree to bend over and serve. And. Silvia? No. More. Secrets. Do you understand me, pup?"

Fuck, yesss....

"Yesss," I gasp, "Ah, fuck –" I turn my face into the rug and scream as long as I can as I cum, because he keeps fucking me at the perfect angle, at the perfect depth, and I know Onyx has just begun for the night.

Oh, god.

Oh, fuck.

"That's more like it," Onyx drawls over my head, "Never lie to me again, bitch. You'll pay in screams till sunrise."

Oh, yes, yes, yes! We were going to fuck all night. I was going to cum a thousand times.

Thoughts be damned.

It was time to drown on my Lycan's cock.

Besides, he approved.

Heh.

It's not like, Onyx would now plot against us... and punish us for plotting against them... which I admitted... because the risk paid off and he approved the risk... so it was all good... right?!

What could go wrong? I'd tell Wynter all this and reconcile with her tomorrow.

And I'm sure we'd all be fine.

T-that or... I really was manipulated by his unholy, ultra sexy, demonically charged presence... and now we were all potentially totally fucking screwed by morning.

Heh.

Stop thinking, Silvia.

Positive thoughts only.