I wriggle as the grip on my throat loosens and I shake the motherfucker off. We jump to our feet, two steps apart. Suddenly, it’s quiet. The air is still as though a storm is coming. I lean slightly forward. Someone stands behind my opponent. He jerks his bald head back as two clawed hands twist his neck and rip his throat out. His convulsing body falls to the ground, showing off the demonic bitch who flashes me a smile.
“A thank you would be nice,” she says.
I’m so fucking stunned that I can’t move. Uriel emerges from behind a tree, his face splashed with blood. He flings himself towards the demoness.
“No, Uri, stop,” I growl.
The bitch jumps over to me, seeking shelter behind my back.
“I just want to talk,” she growls.
Uri freezes, his eyes locking onto mine. “What the fuck?”
“She’s kind of just helped us, Uri.”
“Talk to me, bitch,” Uriel says.
“I want to get asylum in your clubhouse,” she says.
“Not gonna happen,” Uriel says. “We don’t give asylum to scum like you.”
“I have valuable information,” the demoness continues. “I can be useful.”
Uri flashes her a cold grin. “No. It’s time for you to die, bitch.”
She stands beside me, holding a hand out. I see a black uneven gem on her palm.
“My corazon,” she says. “Take it, Archangel, and keep it as the proof of my good intentions.”
Uri chuckles. “You must be very desperate, bitch.” He walks over to her and takes the gem away from her hand. “Alright. That proves your good intentions. Let’s go then.” He puts the gem into the pocket of his cut.
I grip her arm and shove her forward, watching her every movement. You never know. Demons are traitorous creatures.
“What’s your name?” Uriel asks.
“Ides,” she says, her voice tinged with seductive rasping.
We walk along a narrow path that meanders among rock formations and then we cross a stream. I see our bikes. Uriel jumps on his and I shove Ides towards mine.
“One false movement and you’re dead,” I say.
Ides rolls her eyes and settles herself on my bike. Uriel and I start the engines and roar towards the clubhouse. The bitch is a good girl. I know why. If Uriel crushes her corazon, she’ll be dead in a matter of seconds.
As we park in front of the clubhouse, Uriel takes over our unexpected ally and shoves her into the bar. I follow them inside it. Raphael slides from a barstool and moves closer to us. His cold eyes sweep over Ides, his face stripped of emotions.
“There must be a very good reason,” Raphael says with an inkling of amusement. “She’s still alive and not cuffed, after all.”
“I have her corazon in my pocket, Prez,” Uri says. “She’s desperate.”
Ides flashes Raphael a seductive smile as she steps towards him and runs her fingers up and down his chest.
“I can be very useful to you, boss,” Ides says.
“Don’t thinks so, sweetheart,” Raphael says.
“Let’s talk first,” Ides says as she rubs her chest against his and puts her clawed hand on his crotch.
Raphael chuckles. “I don’t fuck demonesses. Sorry, sweetheart.” He tosses back his curly ginger hair.
Ides rubs her hand against the front of his black jeans. “Your hard dick says the opposite, boss.”
Uriel and I exchange glances.
“I’ll have a shower, Prez,” I say as Uriel says the same just after me.
I rush over to the staircase and climb it. As I walk along the corridor, I hear Gabriel fucking Reagan in their bedroom. She whimpers and moans, accompanied by her husband’s curses, as the bed screeches and bangs against the wall.
I shower, change my clothes, remove the blood from my cut and go downstairs to eat something. I enter the kitchen and stop. My eyes travel to Raphael and Ides. She’s kneeling in front of him and sucking his dick.
“Hope you have fun, Prez,” I say. That’s all I can articulate, trying to stifle my laughter.
Raphael’s eyes roll back. “Hope you too have fun, Kid.” He fists his hand into her hair and thrusts into her mouth, making her gag.
The bitch moans, clearly enjoying his roughness. Her clawed hand massages his balls.
“She’s very useful, Kid,” Raphael says as he pulls his dick out, grips the back of Ides’ neck and lifts her up.
“No doubt about that, Prez.”
Raphael bends her over the table, shoves her trousers down, exposing her round ass, and drives his cock inside her from behind. The bitch chants ‘oh yes’ and ‘harder’.
A bitter, selfish thought courses through my head. It should be Evelyn and me. We should have fun together in this kitchen.
“Get lost, Kid,” Raphael says as he pounds into Ides.
Fucking hell. The bitch will be bruised for a month.
I salute him and walk out of the kitchen.
I have a meal at a night shop and then I go to the woods. I take wolf form and allow myself to run for an hour. My wolf misses Evelyn so much. The pain is almost unbearable. I return to the clubhouse as the day is about to dawn. I bounce off Gabriel as I walk into the kitchen. I can see the red marks from Reagan’s nails all over his chest.
He flashes me a grin. “Prez is still fucking Ides.”
“She must be very useful to him then.”
“Rarely does he fuck, you know.”
I know. Raphael keeps trying to have relationships. They never last for long, and none of us knows why. Raphael is a nice guy. He doesn’t drink much alcohol. He respects women. He doesn’t do whores. Although he wears a biker’s cut, he always looks like a businessman. He’s a gentleman unlike us. We’re crude bastards. But that’s why he’s our boss.
Gabriel scratches his head. “I’m happy for him.”
“So am I.”
“Prez ordered flowers, you know.”
“No way.”
“I’m telling you. Fifty bouquets. For an evil bitch, can you imagine? Lilies, roses, orchids. You can’t breathe in the clubhouse.” He pats my shoulder. “My wife wants sixty bouquets.”
“I’m gonna sleep outside the clubhouse.”
Chapter 11
Coyote
“Darling,” an annoying silvery voice says behind me.
I turn around and see Ravna. “Ravna,” I growl, “I need a break. Deal with whatever needs our attention and leave me alone.”
Ravna puts her hands on her hips. “I want to talk to you.”
“I’m not in the mood,” I say.
Gabriel chuckles and walks off.
“Listen to me,” Ravna hisses.
Right. She’s in a bad mood too. She can switch to a hysterical mood in a second or two so I nod at her. Greyness envelops us and the smell of resins settles in my nostrils. I’m in the woods.
Ravna sighs. “Phoenix and I had a chat.”
“About?”
“About you and your fiancée.”
“It’s none of your business.”
“It is, darling. Phoenix offered me a really good deal, and I couldn’t refuse her.”
The hairs on the back of my neck rise. Heather is always trouble. I know she’s only trying to help, but her and Ravna together can mean only one deep shit. I hope there isn’t another apocalypse soon.
“Your job is so stressful, darling,” Ravna continues. “You need someone to support you.” She strokes my arm up and down with her tiny velvety hand. “I decided to step down.”
“To die, you mean?”
“Die is such a dramatic word. Step down sounds better.”
“I don’t understand, Ravna.”
“I want you to be happy.”
“You want to die so I can be happy?”
Ravna smirks. “Yes, darling. That’s what I’m going to do. Evelyn will do perfect as your wife. As part of Balance. You’re both young and perfect for this job. I’m old. I should die.” She strokes my arm up and dow
n and holds my hand in hers. “Reagan is happy. Aurora is happy. The kids are wonderful and happy.”
“How do you know about Aurora? About the kids? That hasn’t happened yet.”
“I’m everywhere. I’m always. Every second is me. Every place is me. You sometimes forget about it.” She pulls my arm down so she can plant a kiss on my cheek. “All the best. You were a lovely apprentice. A very smart one. Now, you’re the boss. It’s your destiny, darling. Always has been.”
I can feel the world to stop for one second of eternity. Ravna sighs, blurs and turns into grey snowflakes. They layer the ground like a shimmery carpet and dissipate. Her sighs echo for a moment and die.
Evelyn
I wake up Sandra and Tony and drag them out of the car. They yawn and look at me like I’m a funny monkey.
“Go have a good rest, you two,” I say.
Tony scratches his head. “We had lunch together—“
“Yeah, yeah,” I interrupt. “You both got drunk. Off you go.”
I know I have to keep quiet. The guys from the Salvation Ghosts MC will wipe my memory if I as much as open my mouth to spill the beans about their true identity.
I know I will never see Coyote again. His world is not my world.
Tears flow down from my eyes. I turn so that Sandra and Tony won’t notice my sadness.
“I need a walk,” I rasp.
I pull forward and let my feet carry me towards my house. People pass me, shooting me concerned glances, but I’m inside the bubble of my pain and I don’t care.
It’s late. The air thickens and gets grey. I walk into my house, climb the stairs and enter my bedroom.
It feels like time is non-existent. Then it doesn’t feel.
I’m me, yet I’m not.
I see the ocean of greyness instead of my bedroom. I see the ripples I need to smooth, the cracks I need to close, the peace I need to bring, the war I need to start. I don’t feel. I watch, assess, and keep things stable. I balance. Good and Evil. Light and Darkness. Greyness in between.
I know everything. I am everywhere. I am in every point of time.
I know Ravna. I know what she’s just done for me.
It doesn’t bother me. It doesn’t excites me. It’s done. I am. I will be.
Ravna kisses my forehead like we’re sisters, but I know she’s already gone. She’s a shadow, a memory, an echo.
A hand grabs mine and tears me out of the never-ending greyness. A hot mouth covers mine.
“Fuck,” I take a deep and sharp breath like it’s my first breath ever. “That’s fucking… What was that?” I start panting. “She… Fuck. No, that’s not possible.” My body trembles as my heart hammers in my chest. “What is this?”
Coyote smirks at me. “Your other job.”
“I was myself there.” I grab my own head in both my hands. “I was a cold heartless bitch there and that was needed. I was everything. Everywhere. All the time.”
“Now, you’re only my bitch right here and now.”
“I am.” I nuzzle my nose against his neck, causing a gasp to escape his mouth.
I’m back in my house, in the living room. Thoughts bombard my head.
Ravna was Eternity and Authority. She was Life and Death. Neutrality. Evil and Good. Strength and Weakness. Light and Dark. Then she wasn’t. I am. I will be.
Coyote’s hot mouth searches for mine as his facial hair scratches my face.
“She gave me...” I squeak and my voice halts.
Eerie energy surges through me and diffuses into my veins. I’m aware of my animalistic instincts, yanking me towards the woods, Urging me to take wolf form. Urging me to escape from Coyote.
“She gave us a future together,” Coyote rasps. “We can be together. We can love each other.” He squeezes my breasts. “We can mate at last.”
“Mate?”
He howls, and I feel myself getting wet between my thighs. I need him to fuck me, dominate me and wreck me. I need him to… chase me. His hand travels to my ass and he squeezes it roughly. A wolfish growl leaves his mouth.
I turn around, kick off my trainers and shake off my jeans. I remove my panties and lower myself to all fours. I spread my knees and sway my ass to tease him, to make him feel insane.
“Evelyn.” There’s a rough warning in his voice. “I can smell you.”
“You’re not gonna be a sweet boy, are you?”
“No.”
Excitement laced with a sense of submission permeates me. I take a sharp breath and feel my limbs shorten. It’s itchy and a bit painful. My bones click. My spine arches. I’m part of pristine nature. I’m all wildness. Coyote’s howl accompanies me while I keep shifting. My awareness becomes zeroed in on smells and visuals. I’m all freedom. I’m all need to be in the woods. My t-shirt and bra fall off as my animalistic instincts kick me forward. I start running. With my paws raised, I jump onto the kitchen table and fling myself through the window. My enormous wolf body causes the glass to shatter. I don’t stop. I can’t. Coyote’s chasing me. His heavy breath is chasing me. His howls and growls chase me.
I run. I almost fly above the ground. I’m aware of every muscle in my body. I jump, pick up the pace and growl.
Human fear, shouts and sirens accompany me. I run faster, passing Michael who spreads his wings and opens the void with a wave of his hand. I don’t hesitate. Perfect barren emptiness of a navy colour envelops me and then a bright light blinds me for a moment. I stop as the smell of moss and resins makes me wag my tail. Chills go down my spine as I sense Coyote right behind me. His sharp growls cause me to shoot forward, but a massive frame lands on my back, pinning me down to the mossy ground. The shock causes me to take human form. I feel fangs scratch my shoulder. A sharp pain immobilises me as a whimper leaves my mouth and a thin stream of blood trickles down my throat.
“Mine,” Coyote rasps into my ear. The possessiveness in his voice scares me and excites me at the same time.
I realise he has turned into a human. His stiff cock throbs at my inner thigh. The smell of his sweat makes my mind whirl. I shiver in anticipation.
“You are my bitch,” he says. “Mine.”
I feel two of his fingers slip into my pussy, causing me a sting of pain. I squirm beneath him and growl. His hand travels to my wrist and he bunches my hands, pinning them over my head.
Coyote works me with his fingers as his mouth lands on the nape of my neck. I moan. I tremble so impatient, so greedy for his cock to fill me.
I whimper as three of his fingers stretch my pussy. He works me gently, but deeper and deeper. My arousal moistens my inner thigh. I can smell myself. Him. The smell is intense, animal-like. Coyote lifts himself, shoving me up so I’m on all fours. My sweaty, naked ass is on display. I spread my knees wider and wait for him to take what belongs only to him. He kneels behind me. The head of his cock touches my entrance. He grips the back of my neck and pushes me down. My shoulders dip as I rest my cheek against the humid softness of moss. I feel my pussy clench around nothing.
I love him so much. I need him so desperately.
Coyote shoves his thick cock into me as his balls slap against my crotch. Pain claws at my bottom, but he holds me in place. He fucks me fast and hard. Deeper and deeper. I dig my fingers into the ground, taking every thrust, taking the divine pain.
“Say you’re mine,” Coyote demands.
“I’m yours. Only yours.”
He thrusts into me so hard that I scream. Oh, scream with pleasure.
He needs this. I need this too.
He lets out a growl as his hot cum fills me up.
I know we’ll have a baby—it’s very convenient that I’ve forgotten about my birth control.
Coyote pulls me up so my back rests against his sweaty chest. Our lips meet in a hungry kiss. I feel his teeth. Blood pricks my tongue as my lower lip stings.
“Mine,” Coyote growls.
He’s still inside me. Still rock hard. Oh God, I feel so full, so impaled.
“Your
every hole is mine,” Coyote growls. “Mine forever.”
I tremble, clamped around his stiff shaft, as he palms my breasts and then twists my nipples. A jolt of pleasure courses through me.
“Tell me,” Coyote demands.
“I’m yours,” I gasp. “My every hole is yours. I’m your bitch.”
His hands knead my breasts. Then he bends, pushing me to all fours again. I urge him to fuck me again, moving my ass on his cock. Forcing a feral growl from his throat.
I feel his wet thumb press against my tight hole and slip in, causing me a stinging pain. I hiss, but his warning bark makes me remain in place.
Coyote slides his thumb in and out, stretching me. I grind my ass against his hips, so insane, so eager to be punished.
He pulls out and lines his cock up with my other opening. My thighs and arms quiver. Sweat trickles down along my spine.
Coyote pushes in. The head of his cock goes past my sphincter and he stops moving. I stiffen and start panting. He runs his big palm up and down my back as I absorb the decadent pain.
“Mine,” he says, his voice so alluring, so beautifully husky.
“Yours.”
He grips the back of my neck and drives his cock up in my ass. His balls slap against my slit.
I whimper with pain, but I obey.
“Fuck,” Coyote says as if through gritted teeth. “So fucking tight.”
Chapter 12
Coyote
She’s so hot and tight I barely control myself. I grip her hips and pump my cock in and out. It feels so fucking good.
“Good, baby?” My bitch gasps.
“Very good.” That’s all I can articulate.
I fuck her faster. She moans and squirms, but I hold her in place.
She can take me.
She’s cursed. She’s a wolf.
From now on, she’ll be fucked fast and hard. She’ll be fucked rough at least four times a day.
I’m on the brink. Evelyn’s moans crescendo and push me over the edge. Blackness obscures my eyes as liberating heat shoots to my toes. I fill her with my cum as she climaxes on my cock with a sweet raspy moan.
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