Black Rayne Silent Screams

by Yvonne Nicolas

  him.

  Desperately, he ran hands along the silk sheets, until his fingers brushed a

  foot. He grabbed the woman"s ankle and dragged her beneath him. A playful shriek

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  invigorated him. On her stomach, the woman bowed her back, drew up onto her

  knees, then spread her thighs to offer her warm pussy to him.

  Oh my…

  If he were in a calmer state of mind, he"d take the time to enjoy the lovely

  image of eroticism she presented. This was the same position Sharayna displayed

  to him in her moment of lust.

  “Oh, my love,” he whispered.

  Growling with the need for his angel"s essence, he grabbed the woman"s

  backside and pushed the length of his cock to the hilt of her core. Her wail held

  such sweet ecstasy.

  At the moment he entered her, something became very clear to him. Their

  blood was tainted with an alien substance. He"d been drugged. The realization hit

  him a little too late and was useless now. The monster had taken a hold of him and

  it needed to be fed.

  Clutching a handful of the woman"s hair, he plunged his engorged member

  in and out of her with no tenderness, no emotion, and no mercy. Cries of pain and

  pleasure bounced off the walls, and rippled the water surrounding his bed.

  Bellowing for a release that was lost to him, he pulled the woman up against

  him, fondled her voluptuous globes then sunk his fangs into her jugular. Her blood

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  was a little sweeter than the others, pussy a little tighter. She was corrupt and

  utterly delicious.

  He drew from her slowly, savoring the vital fluid, bucking feverishly into her

  throbbing sheath. Her screams drowned out the pounding in his head. Her life was

  fading, but he couldn"t stop heaving into her. The sliver of sin in her soul had him

  locked in. It was madness!

  Another woman embraced him from behind and pressed her full breasts into

  his back. It gave him the incentive to release the woman in his clutches and

  teleport her before he could claim her life.

  When his arms where empty, he squeezed his eyes shut, dipped his head

  back and roared.

  Goddamned this inner demon!

  For mental balance, he pushed out a harsh breath and attempted to steady

  his mind and gain control of his being, but it was futile. He reached back, grabbed

  the woman behind him and pushed her on her back. More blood. He shook away

  the cloudiness in his brain and stared deeply into a pair of enticing, chocolate

  colored eyes. This one was a shifter, and was not the least bit afraid of what he was

  about to do to her.

  No fear? He"d change that.

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  As his eyes roamed over her soft honey toned flesh, he dug his fingers into

  her dreads. The course tresses massaged his hand and made him chuckle. It felt

  nice. With her hair fisted in his grip, he plunged deep inside of her. She grabbed

  onto his shoulders and braced against him, clenching her teeth, growling, refusing

  to scream.

  “Oh you will scream for me.”

  He jutted into her, intently watching her face, listening to the flow of her

  blood. Her plump, round breasts bounced to the pace his unrelenting thrusts. The

  moment her body bowed and her mouth opened wide to scream his name, he

  struck, claiming her throat in animalistic passion.

  Fear revealed itself.

  Her guttural shriek rattled his eardrum. Forcefully, he drove into her one

  last time to send her over the edge of spurting bliss. Unlike the others, he didn"t

  drain her to near death. He just took enough to make her to lose consciousness.

  Groggily, he moved off her motionless body and rolled onto his back. He

  slapped his palm to his forehead and stared at the ceiling, painted as a replica of a

  blue, clouded strewn sky on a hot summer day.

  The effects of the drug weighed heavily on him. He had the urge to laugh for

  no apparent reason, touch his own body just to examine the softness of it. What

  on earth…

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  “Maurisio!” he growled.

  The large golden doors to his chamber crept open.

  Chuckling, Maurisio appeared in the doorway, carrying a tray of raw,

  bloody steak. “Insurance, baby bro,” he announced, sauntering across the wide

  walkway that hovered above the plain of water. “I had to make sure your ass was

  nice and calm before I came in.”

  “This is outrageous,” Demetri grumbled, dragging his hands down his face.

  “I"ve never attacked you, let alone given you a reason to suppress me with drugs.”

  Maurisio cut an incredulous eye at him. “True. But you and I both know the

  situation is a bit different now, isn"t it little brother?” He sat on the edge of the bed

  and rested the tray next to him. “I don"t smell death.” He sniffed at the air.

  “Hospital?”

  “Morgue.” Demetri willed a pair of silk pajama pants over his naked legs.

  His brother erupted in laughter. “You"re full of shit, man. Nice to know the

  demon doesn"t have full control of you though. If you would"ve killed those girls, I

  would"ve felt like an ass for bringing them over here.”

  “As you should. Speaking of which, why did you bring them over here and

  what did you give me?”

  Maurisio reached in his pocket and extracted a thin cigar and lighter. “Ain"t

  nothing like waking up to four sexy bitches and the smell of pussy in your bed,

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  right? Did you even check out the spread before you started eating, with your

  greedy ass?” he finished on a snicker. “Oh these bitches were fine, bro! All exotic

  cuisine. Thai, Brazilian, and some Mexican and Jamaican to add a little spice to

  your pallet.”

  Demetri closed his eyes and tried to move past the resulting mellow

  sensation that rippled through his body. Another useless attempt. Neither his

  brain, nor his body wanted cast away the assuasive feeling.

  “What did you give me?” He laced his repeated question with a low threat.

  Unmoved by his forced anger, Maurisio placed the marijuana riddled

  cigarette in his mouth and lit it. “I figured a man in your position would"ve

  appreciated it.” Drawing deeply, he gleamed at him. “A lil" liquor, a lil" dank, a lil" X,

  etcetera, etcetera…” he muttered nonchalantly. “It"ll be out of your system in the

  next thirty minutes. By the time it wears off, the beast will be dormant again.”

  A well thought out plan to ensure his safety, but dicey still the same. “And if

  it would"ve had the opposite effect?”

  “I would"ve got my ass the hell out of dodge,” he replied on a chuckle. “And I

  would"ve taken Bianca with me too. Lord knows the woman don"t need to see her

  boss all vamped up.”

  Demetri groaned. “You"re a mad man.”

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  “You"re one to talk. I had to get you high just come for a visit. What kinda

  shit is that?”

  “Maurisio, don"t ever do that again, because next time it may cost you your

  life.” Ignoring Maurisio"s quirked brow, he turned on his side and gazed at the fair

  skinned island native, her legs spread, still sated from his violent lust. “You should

  feed her before she goes into shock.” He could feel her beast awakening with rage.


  Shifters were quick healers, but if their blood supply was low, they"d shift to

  replenish what had been lost. In that time, the nature of their form relinquishes

  any connection to humanity. The result, they"d attempt to destroy any and

  everyone in sight.

  Maurisio reached over and dragged his fingers down her abdomen. “I always

  knew you fancied Jamaican cuisine. Saving a little for later, huh,” he jested with a

  sly grin. “Thanks for not transporting her.”

  “I may be intoxicated, but I"m no fool. Sending her to the hospital to shift

  uncontrollably in front of unsuspecting mortals would be asinine, not to mention

  reckless.”

  “Indeed.” Maurisio eased his hand between her thighs to cup her swollen

  slit. She stirred beneath his touch and drawled out a purr on a deep exhale. “You

  know she"s like Mia"s best friend. I had reservations about bringing her, but she

  wanted to come. Get it? She wanted to cum.” He snickered deliriously. “Oh shit bro,

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  Mia would"ve kicked both our asses if you would"ve flat lined this one.” He tugged

  on her pussy. “C"mon over here and eat this meat girl, before I do.”

  With a low growl, she sluggishly rolled onto her stomach. Black circular

  spots appeared on her curvy frame followed by a coat of short, tan colored fur. Her

  body stretched into feline proportions. Her nose widened and lengthened to a

  snout. Bones cracked and dislocated as her sleek form came forth.

  “She"s sexy, isn"t she? Can you believe she had quadruplet cubs just three

  months ago and looks this damn good?” Fully formed as a large cheetah, she

  dawdled over to Maurisio, curved her body around him and inhaled a slab of steak

  from the platter.

  As the grin fell from his face, Maurisio scratched her head and pushed out a

  cloud of smoke on an exhale. “Another Xsonri. Hybrid no doubt,” he uttered

  beneath his breath. “Please enlighten me.”

  Demetri sat up, bent his leg and raked his hair. A current of images absorbed

  from his brother"s mind flashed behind his closed eyelids. Sharayna.

  “She came for me,” he whispered.

  “And left every shifter in the building horny as hell after she pounded one of

  my level three boys, and then after that, she made out with Mia, tongue and

  everything. You can"t imagine how fucking hard that was for me!” Shuddering,

  Maurisio ran a shaky hand through his hair. Drawing from the spike in his arousal,

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  the cat curled her tail around his waist and purred. “Damn bro, how did you

  manage to keep your cool when you got close to her? She is a walking aphrodisiac.”

  He swallowed back a growl. “What ever chaos she may have caused in your

  pack, or damages that were inflicted to your establishment due to her visit, I"ll set

  right the situation anyway you see fit.”

  Maurisio"s nose flared and eyes widened. “You think I came all the way over

  here to complain about some damages?”

  “Then tell me brother, why did you wake me?”

  “Maan, shake off the beans and pay attention to what I"m saying to you. You

  gave her a hit of your life force and a taste of your blood. Not smart. The girl picked

  up on your memories.”

  His chest tightened at the sorrow and pain that glazed over his brother"s

  wolfish glare. Sharayna had seen the unforgettable through his blood.

  “Yeah, she saw all of that,” Maurisio scoffed. “Foolish move, baby bro.”

  In his eagerness to share himself with her, he hadn"t thought about how his

  past would affect her. That night in time nearly killed him and his brother"s grasp

  on humanity, but unlike him, Maurisio was able to hang onto the sliver of sanity.

  He, on the other hand was the walking dead, immortal, stripped of emotions and

  mercy for those that reside in this hell-stricken universe.

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  But then he met her; a light of hope, a light of love, a light of eternity with

  happiness. Could his brother not see that? Why could he not see what she"d done

  for him, what she"d done for those who would"ve perished beneath the sting of his

  bite? He needed her to give him life and a reason to spare life. His savior.

  “I could not help myself. I was compelled to give her a piece of my being,”

  Demetri muttered quietly.

  “Well you gave her too much,” he chided on a low growl. “And, ya know

  what, since we"re on the subject, what the hell is she, Demetri? Her aura is all crazy

  and the worst part of it, I don"t think she"s even realizes how deep this is, and she"s

  damn sure not accepting it. And why should she? She"s a fucking monster.” He ran

  his hand down the large cat"s back and stood. “You should"ve seen her face when

  we were trying to explain things to her. She"s faded, not taking it in „cause the only

  thing she"s concerned with is being with you.” Taking short drags from his drug of

  choice, he circled the bed. “And I can"t help but feel like whatever she is, is bigger

  than all of us. And ya know my gut feeling is never wrong.”

  Silently, Demetri stared across the oversized room to the wall littered with

  paintings of his overextended lifetime. Propped on a stand was a canvas with

  brilliant colors of oil based paints still drying on the surface.

  Sharayna.

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  Holding a sheet over her naked frame, she stood on the balcony, her hand

  out to him, begging to be taken to his bed. Because of what hid in the depths of his

  lost soul, he had refused her, which had been the hardest thing he"d ever done. To

  capture her beauty, her true beauty, on canvas momentarily alleviated his mad need

  for her.

  “Don"t get me wrong, baby bro, I understand why you"re infatuated with

  her. She has the kind of beauty you can"t turn away from and when you add that

  scent she"s trailing…shit man.” Maurisio pushed out a heavy sigh. “I just don"t get

  why you did what you did. Are her charming powers that intense? That would

  mean she"s stronger than you. I don"t know, bro. I find it hard to believe you"d fuse

  with her without truly knowing what she is.”

  Spellbound by his own work, Demetri moved off the bed and flashed across

  the plane of still water to the canvas. “I haven"t created a portrait in over two

  hundred years, yet when I left her this morning, I couldn"t close my eyes until I"d

  duplicated her beauty.” He caressed the sides of the canvas, remembering the

  softness of her skin beneath his touch. “This is who she is.”

  He heard Maurisio"s lengthy strides along the marble platform until he

  appeared next to him. “This is how you see her, with wings?”

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  Smiling, Demetri lightly traced the arm of one of her large feathered

  extensions, smudging a line of white paint across the pad of his fingers. “This is

  who she is, Maurisio,” he reiterated softly.

  Demetri watched a plethora of emotions wash across his brother"s face as he

  gaped at the painting. For the longest, he said nothing.

  “Ohh. Alright, so you uh…” Maurisio wiped the palm of his hand across his

  mouth then drew deeply from the cigar. “You do know that uh—an angel? You"re

  courting an angel, Demetri? Are you out of your damn mind? How did she…?” He

  coughed on exha
le and patted his chest. “Oh shit, bro. This is way too deep for me,

  waay too deep. You, you do know there"s like a million years bad juju for fucking

  an angel, right? Oh man, a Xsonri―angel hybrid! Fuck it all to hell, Demetri!”

  Demetri chuckled. “A stunning creation.”

  “Can I say something?”

  “Why ask? You"re going to anyway.”

  “Ohh bro, this is by far the deepest shit you"ve ever stepped in,” Maurisio

  mumbled, rubbing the nape of his neck. “I mean, it"s real deep, it"s bubbling up,

  slapping you in the chin and everything…”

  “Are you finished?”

  “I"m just baffled, bro. You have to give me a second to take this in. How did

  this happen?”

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  Staring at the white paint on his fingers, Demetri puffed out a slow breath.

  “Perhaps we should move this discussion to the study, where I can pour you a

  heavy drink.” He petted Maurisio"s shoulder. “Believe me brother, once I reveal to

  you what I know about Sharayna Piers, you"re going to need one.”

  Father Shannon moved around the congregation hall cleaning everything in

  sight with jittery hands and a prayer for those not before him repeatedly

  whispering from his lips. Afraid to approach him, the sisters of the temple

  watched intently. It wasn"t his intention to frighten them, but his mind was

  frazzled, and his disposition unsteady.

  He was troubled about what laid ahead and the safety of the team of

  Andausians stuck in Japan.

  “Father.” He spun around to meet Sister Agnes"s alarmed stare. Gasping, she

  shuffled backwards. “Father, are you okay?”

  “No sister, I am not okay,” he grumbled, turning back to his chores. “Did you

  get the groceries for the team as I requested?” He tried to control his distraught

  state to sound at least slightly composed, but failed at his attempt.

  “Yes, Father,” she replied in a shaky whisper.

  Murmuring a prayer under his breath, he grabbed the bag of trash. “I

  apologize for my manner, sister. There are things taking place that are out of my

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  control, constantly getting worse and I am finding it rather difficult to digest,” he