Lycan Soulmates #1: Onyx Lycan Nightclub [18+]

Part 3 ✧ Lycans & Lunas ✧ Chapter 8

Selene's POV

Juny and Gerry are chased around the Lycan Temple, to the point it's like they're dancing to avoid the touch of all the Lycans. It's become a silly game to the amused and blood soaked demons who went on a needless rampage for dinner. They overindulged in murder and death; all to punish me.

I guess I was a real threat to Onyx. That's how I see it!

While I'm glaring around the humongous Temple which looks like a Cathedral doused in red wine, I'm suddenly towed away by the hand.

A strong grip has taken a hold of my palm to pull me toward a line of thrones atop a raised platform many steps up from the bloody ground floor.

It's not Onyx who has apprehended me, but his son.

Sardonix leads me to a throne named the Throne of the Slaughterer, and as he turns to sit, he pulls me down, he makes me sit on his lap. The moment my butt hits his lap, his hands strategically let go of me and lay limp over the arms of the throne, as he relaxes into a slouch – his less-intimidating human form is what he's chosen to appear as, with leather black pants roughly pulled on to hide his generous sized dick.

I hold onto the arm of the throne behind me. It seemed to be made of blackened demon bones, as hard as marble. As I lean back, I'm glaring up into Sardonix's intense and arrogant-as-fuck eyes...

I feel... something unexpected.

Flowing into my hands.

It's steady and constant; a pure black magic. I'm syphoning it into me without doing any thing but having contact with the demon bones.

It's so much power I have to let go and put my hands on my stockings, pressing them between my squeezing thighs.

When I make a move to get off his lap, Sardonix quickly grasps my ankle, meets my eye and challenges me to even try.

"What... are you scared of me, witch?" Sardonix drawls deeply, but it's not a joke, he's seriously asking it.

"Where is Oni?" I hiss, quietly, "Does he even know I'm here –?" I hitch my breath as Sardonix starts to rub around my ankle, making waves of a different power pulse through me. His power. Straight up poison.

This Lycan in particular was bad news.

The longer I let Sardonix touch and meddle with me, the more his power would flood and overwhelm my own. I try to kick my ankle out of his hand, and when he refuses to let go, I grab a spiking rib sticking out of his throne and I snap it off with an unexpected surge of strength. With the newly forged weapon in hand, I try to stab his eye in a killing blow.

Sardonix does not anticipate me to be so violent, and he barely moves his head to the side in time.

Before I can swing again, he pushes me off his lap and I go rolling down the stairs with the sharp demon rib clutched tight in my hand.

When I land at the bottom in a heap, Juny and Gerry notice I've been so ruthlessly pushed into my position, so they run for me.

But as they approach, the Lycans jump in front of their way and scare them off. They keep them dancing out of reach. Assholes.

Onyx is pacing around in the back, overseeing everything, quietly amused by the welcome we are receiving and how we are responding to it.

This didn't feel like home.

This felt like a god damn trap.

"Don't worry, Selene, we're just playing with you," Onyx drawls over at me, pacing in his Lycan form, his blades clicking along the floors through the thick red blood.