by V Domino
Fuck yes!
I shift into my crow and fly up to the industrial beams ten feet above our heads and shift back. Hanging by the back of my knees I let my glow sticks drop before spinning them to the beat of the music.
The dancers cheer louder when the club’s dancers take my show as their cue to begin their pole dances. After a few more minutes, I drop from my position as a Fire Fairy begins to spin fire on stage. I love this place.
Everyone can let go of their masks and be who they want to be for the night. No judgement and no fouls. You are who you want to be and anyone with a problem can suck an egg.
I signal to my sisters that I’m headed to the bar but Roxy is jumping up the stage to dance on the poles while Rory continues her dancing with a Succubus named Gianna.
Getting to the bar, I order a glass of blood and mix in some of my Insania for a little pick-me-up. All that dancing has me feeling in need of it.
Just as I bring the glass to my lips, my eyes land on Mayfly as he scoots between my stool and the now vacant one next to me.
Mayfly is somewhat of a crime boss in our world. Living against the rules and laws of the Elders and running illegal businesses like he’s untouchable, Mayfly has an air of unfiltered dominance. My sisters and I turn a blind eye to his deeds against the elders so long as he gives us useful information on other criminals. Usually they’re his rivals anyway.
“Will you dance me for me, Crow?” He slithers out the name like a hissed sigh.
He’s devastatingly gorgeous with his light cocoa skin tone and gray eyes. But he’s like a demon; once he has you, you’re nothing but a wonton addict, salivating for more of him.
“Hello, degenerate.” I smile sweetly, flashing my fangs, “No, I will not dance for you.”
He reaches over and waves his fingers in my face like he’s a street magician who is about to pull a quarter from my ear but I know he’s trying—and failing—to use his magic against me. I wink at him when the magical waves of his fingers stop moving and he sees it’s no use on me.
But he’s not deterred. He drops his hand to my thigh and moves on to the pleading part of his attempts. I can’t say I’m not tempted. His luscious lips and sharp teeth are just begging for some action but it won’t come from me.
“Don’t you want to loosen up? I can show you things you’ve never seen before.” Again with the hiss only now he drags his fingers up my thigh before hooking a finger in one of my bondage straps, “I can make you feel things you’ve never felt.”
I’m about to break his wrist when a loud snarl sounds from somewhere followed by gasps and screams. I know that snarl.
The Hounds are here, sisters.
I see them at the entrance. They’re headed towards you but Joker spotted me! Roxy says with glee.
Be ready! Rory shouts.
The crowd parts and three Hellhounds stand before us. Tongues of fire lick out from their open cuts as they bare their teeth.
I reach for my blades but before I can attack, the men shift.
In their place; three men, clothed like sexy bikers. They continue to bare their teeth at the people around us, threatening anyone standing too closely.
Green eyes is focused on Mayfly and how his hand grips my bicep in a possessive manner but all he does is push me behind him like I’m some fragile little bone the dogs want.
“Speak to my mate again and I’ll rip your throat out, continue to touch her and I’ll rip your worthless soul from your body.” Green eyes looks like he’s barely holding himself back but his words piss me off.
“I’m not your mate, mutt.” I’m seething.
The people around us start to slowly go back to dancing and partying, the drugs flowing through their systems sway their fears back to euphoric levels but they keep an eye out on the men.
“You heard her, she’s not your mate. Now I suggest you take your friends and get out of my club or I’ll have you removed, piece by mangey piece.”
Fucking men. Claiming women like property and then fucking off without care. Like the breeze in an open field; coming and going as they please.
I shove Mayfly out of my way as Green eyes completely ignores him and gives me a devilish smirk, “Not your mate, eh? Let’s see.”
Green grabs the arm of the closest girl and slams his lips to hers.
Just like what happened with Roxy, I attack with only one thought on repeat.
Mine!
For weeks we watched the Crow house. For a full month or so, the Crow sisters stayed silent and on their property, within the boundary spell. We couldn’t risk breaking through without alerting them but the separation was torture. Even with our strong hearing, we hardly ever heard them speak audibly.
Their silence was just as agonizing to us as not being able to see them.
Whatever happened when we first laid eyes on the three women has only grown stronger. Mate bonds are no joke but hearing rumors of it and enduring it are two vastly different things.
When it wasn’t my turn to hunt for food, I watched through the windows almost every second of the day and night. Desperate to catch a glimpse of my Black Bird.
Yes, that’s right, my Black Bird. There’s no denying what has happened no matter how difficult it is to understand. Hell, even Drug has had enough of the distance between him and his silver haired Crow.
We made plans to attack the boundary spell tonight using our hellfire but then we heard the girls arguing and finally agreeing to go out to Club Libidine.
Quickly we changed our plans and made our way to this club after hitting a shop for these very constricting clothes. On the way here I had gone through many different scenarios on how to approach my Black Bird but hearing the Nymph try to seduce her… I’m going to kill him.
“I’m not your mate, mutt.” Black Bird’s voice is so cold you can practically feel the air drop but all it does is make me smirk.
She really believes she’s not mine. I think it’s about time she faces her reality. Black Bird is mine until we break the binding.
My lips will be the only ones touching her skin. Her body will know only my rough hands. It will be my words alone that find her ears as I take her and only my body will bring her to euphoric heights.
Why? Because she’s fucking mine.
“Not your mate, eh? Let’s see.” Without much care, I grab the nearest woman, a succubus, and slam my lips to hers.
I don’t get the chance to ponder why this girl’s lips, soft and pillowy as they are, make me cringe internally because Black Bird is ripping the girl’s arms from my neck.
Hissing like a cobra, Black Bird holds the demon by the neck before lifting her off the ground completely. I must say, my little Crow looks delicious when her eyes are shifted black.
“Mine!” Black Bird snarls at the gasping demon before tossing her like a bag of bricks.
“Stop, Ronny! He’s only goading you.” One of the sisters snaps from behind me. I’m sure my brothers are keeping the Crow’s claws back.
“Ronny…” I taste the name and looking at the wildly sexy woman before me, it fits her. “Looks like I am your mate.” I smile as she curls her lips at me before charging at me for a fight.
Her speed is remarkable! If I were a human I wouldn’t have been able to block her attack but I’m not human. With her fangs out, Ronny charges but I quickly wrap my fingers around her neck and squeeze.
Her skin is cool to the touch and as smooth as I imagined. Soft and pliable but not penetrable without magic. Her eyes stay blacked out but her pulse beneath my fingers is fast and erratic. I smell the anger on her but it’s quickly becoming overpowered by desire.
Cloy and addictive. Her scent is fucking with my mind.
Along with her pulse, a vibration begins, like a cat purring with pleasure and I can’t help the thought of shoving my cock down her throat while she does that.
Suddenly, said cock is in excruciating pain and the fuzz in my brain evaporates like
the morning dew with the sun.
“I will rip your manhood from your body if you don’t let me go, dog.”
This fucking girl. I want to kill her and fuck her… Not in that order of course.
“Do it and I’ll rip you and your sister’s wings off before the night is done.”
I don’t wait for her to reply or follow through on her threat. Instead I push her back, pulling her fucking talons away from my balls, before slamming her back to my chest.
The music continued to play even through our interruption so I wrap my left arm around her waist and begin to move.
The music fades to a remix of Portishead’s ‘Humming,’ which is one of their greatest underrated songs and the sensual melody is perfect for the vixen in my arms.
“Dance with me, Black Bird,” I say into her ear.
I pull her harder into me and sway my hips side to side, letting her feel how hard I am for her… despite her attempts at castrating me. Her body moves smoothly, lazily, like a cobra swaying to the flute’s hypnotizing notes. The song speaks of sex like poetry and Ronny is the embodiment of dark and sultry.
She doesn’t push me away or fight me off; instead, she lets out a tortured moan and lifts her arms up her body slowly before gripping my hair and pulling my face down to her neck.
The erotic voice of the singer is arousing and anacreontic. It feels as if it’s a tune laced with magic and the haze of lust fills my mind as it did moments ago. Improper and filthy thoughts buzz through my head, blocking everything else out.
I don’t hesitate to act on what I want and what Ronny is giving, I bite her neck using my hellhound teeth. I sink them deeply and grind myself to her lush ass as she moans and gyrates against me. Her blood fills my mouth and though I’m not a natural blood drinker as she is, I still swallow deeply.
Magic laces her blood making the metallic tang taste like aged wine and fermented brew. Addictive and intoxicating. Her arousal shows not just in her movements or moans but in her aura. Her skin begins to glow and her hair floats upward as if caught in a breeze.
Her magic just came in… What the fuck did I just do?
I rip my mouth from her and watch as small sparks dance along her skin like tiny stars caressing her body. She turns around and faces me but just as they did in the alley a week ago, her eyes penetrating my soul only now they’re white like an Oracle’s.
“‘I tasked you, Drug. Kill the Crows and be reborn.’”
Her voice is monotone and disembodied; not her own. She sways slightly like she’s in a trance but then the music changes and suddenly there is a shower of blood pouring from above us.
Everyone cheers and begins to lick at the downpour and each other but my eyes stay on Ronny. Her face, now dripping in blood, looks far away but as I cup her cheeks she blinks the haze away.
“What was that?” She sounds normal but freaked out.
Before I can answer though, her eyes roll back and she begins to fall. Quickly, I scoop her up and call for my brothers,
Something is wrong with Ronny. I’m getting her out of here.
We’re right behind you, Drug.
In my arms, Ronny begins to convulse and mumble but I can’t understand her with the music and moans of the bloody orgy going on around us.
Making it to the front doors, I kick them open and rush over to the river’s bank under the moonlight and lay her down on the cool sand. Quickly I rip off my shirt and soak it in the water to clean her of the blood. The bite marks I left on her haven’t healed and though she isn’t bleeding, there are two punctures on her skin.
Did I cause this? Did I somehow kill the Crow with my bite? Fuck! It didn’t feel like death though. It felt as if we were on a different plane, a new realm of magic and purity, but a bite from a Hellhound is deadly. Why the fuck did I bite her?
“What in the hell is happening to them?” Drac’s frantic voice pulls me from my thoughts and it's then that I notice the other two Crows lying on the ground.
"Their magic came in. Somehow, brothers, we opened them up to their power source." Draven who is usually stoic and cold, wipes tenderly at his mate's neck where two puncture wounds are clearly seen.
"What happened when you bit her, Dray?"
Draven drops his head and tries to control whatever emotions are flowing through him but when he picks his head back up his eyes are the molten lava of his Hellhound.
"She said what grandmother always said to me, 'Draven Hound, you are a stain upon your name. Forever you will be a taint, a humiliating shame.' Then she fainted."
As the words are spoken, grandmother's face flashes in my mind's eye. I haven't thought of that old cow since I was a child but every word is correct. How would this Crow know about that? What powers do these creatures possess?
"Drac? What did she do or say?"
Drac shakes his head then tosses the shirt he was using on the pink haired Crow. The wounds on her neck stand out as well.
"I was lost in a haze, hypnotically so. I moved without thought and drank from her neck but then zaps of energy ran along our skin so I let go. She turned to me and said, 'Drac and his brothers have yet to complete the task we've given, the Crows still walk amongst the living."
This is fucking confusing. What does this mean? Then it clicks.
"Past, present and future." Is all I say as I point at each of them, "But how did we start this? Our bites are deadly and will kill anyone, even a demon. Not only did we fuck up by allowing ourselves to bite them but now we apparently have enemies."
"At least we know though," Drac says scooping up his mate, "Let's get them back to their house. We should be able to pass through their wards with them."
Fifteen minutes later we pass through their boundary lines and into their home. The plantation style home is enormous and filled with Victorian style furniture and decor. I wonder if it's from their century?
We lay the girls down on the more modern sofas and look around ourselves, unsure of what to do. We don't have long to wait though because all three girls come to like a switch was flipped.
"Rise and shine, birdies. Looks like your powers came in and you three need to explain your visions."
Perhaps I could have been a bit more gentle with these flighty birds but it seems that my brothers and I are on a time limit from an unknown enemy and I'd like to know who they are.
"The elders want us dead." The pink haired Crow says, looking straight at Drac with rage and sorrow in her eyes, "And you three are tasked for the killing."
It's quiet for a moment until Drac speaks up, "I think I want to see how slowly an Elder burns."
My eyes are on Ronny though. Does she think I will try to kill her? Do I want her to think I will? Fuck!
She leans in closely, her eyes glittered in black and her whisper sounds like a hiss, "Let's play a game called toss the bones."
Toss the bones is apparently a reading on one’s life. The way the bones fall and their placement can tell the reader what’s to come in the person’s life, sort of like tea leaf reading. I’m always open to knowing what's around a darkened corner in my life but we’re waiting on someone else to arrive.
So here I sit, watching Ronny move around the kitchen gathering ingredients for her herbal tea and it will go down as the craziest moment in my life. She barely has anything on, not that I’m complaining but the sexy gothic look she has going on is at odds with the kitchen. It feels as if a grandmother should be in here baking cookies, not this Elvira meets Dominatrix.
The room is white with dark grey trimming and soft white lace curtains flowing with the breeze from the open windows. Ronny has dry blood all over and her black and white hair is knotted and tossed into a messy bun.
I guess I can’t say much though since I’m sitting here shirtless with blood caked on my skin.
She catches me watching her as I sip from a mug with a fucking black kitty tail for a handle. How my life went from the fiercest creatures in hell, feared a
nd rumored about to a man sipping from a pussy mug that says ‘Bite Me-ooow’ is completely beyond me.
"Why are you and your brothers here?" She sounds completely sincere and if I hadn't already seen her gift of seeing the future, I'd say she had nothing to do with us being released from hell.
"If I answer you, you have to answer my question." I'd answer anyway but I want to know why the hell my hound chose her as a mate.
"Deal."
I watch her lift a very nondescript mug to her smirking plump lips as I answer. Fucker.
"We're not sure why we were released or who did it. Well, we weren't until tonight. One day we're in hell guarding post as usual and the next instant we're back in Nola without permission to leave. We were sent there to guard our enemies and your ancestors so we figured the best place to find answers was the famous Crow Sisters."
Ronny continues to sip, thinking over my answer and her body is relaxed, no deceit or worry tainting her jasmine scent.
"My turn. Why do you use such rudimentary potions instead of your magic?"
I've been curious about the answer since the alley. Why spend time making elementary mixtures that won't do much when she can weave intricate spells to do so much more?
"Rory, Roxy and I are not witches, Drug. We're Vocem Sanguinis. We don't have those abilities." She says it like I'm an idiot in need of a head check.
My brows hit my hairline at that. I've heard the rumors of these sisters and the line of the original Vocem. Everyone in the underworld tells the tales of their ancestors with fear and wonderment. Someone has either been lying to these girls or the rumor mill is nothing but stories to pass time.
"What?" She asks in annoyance.
"Where is the love of your parents? Did they not teach you about your abilities?"
Ronny scoffs, “Love is for suckers, Drug.”
My brow furrows and she opens her mouth once more but before she can say anything else, there's a crackling in the air like magic is being used. Immediately, I'm on my feet ready for an attack.