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

Part 4 ✧ Demon Queens ✧ Chapter 4

Silvia's POV

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."