Neon White Season One: A Tooth, Claw and Horns Chronicle

by Wulf Francu Godgluck

  “Yes,” she snapped, didn’t mean to but couldn’t help herself. She was always irritated in the mornings. And, fuck, she hated that she wanted him again.

  “Babe, it was just morning wood, didn’t mean to scare you,” he said lightheartedly.

  “Really, James.” Jessy turned to face him. “It was sex, okay. Nothing more, so get over yourself, and wipe the grin of your face. I’ve had better, seen bigger.”

  A warm shiver ran down her spine at the pained look in the guy’s eyes. She almost felt sorry for him. “Cheer up, sweetheart, I’ll see you around,” she said, turned and pulled the door handle.

  James’ hand came down against the door with so much force that the handle slipped from Jessy’s grasp, the loud bang making her jump back against him.

  ”Sure, baby…but keep this in mind,” his palm was on her thigh, gliding upwards. He brought his lips close to her ear, fingers trailing down the inside of the sweats towards her pussy. “This, here, is mine now.” He said in a dark voice and gave her a soft tap. Jessy shuddered at the gentle touch, embers shooting down her thighs and up her spine. James turned her around, fingers cradling her wrists and holding them above her head. There was no mistaking the power in his eyes, power going straight to, and awaking her core, nor the fact that he wasn’t completely, if even, human. His lips covered hers, and all she could do was give into him as his tongue explored her. Jessy never made it to the precinct.

  Bla’Gar felt as if he had been dragged behind a horse cart. Each bone popped and throbbed when he sat up. There was an annoying ringing in his head, but it was slowly diminishing.

  He glanced at the widows, his eyes aching from the afternoon sun, surprised to see the curtains drawn.

  “Sir?”

  He turned his head, seeing Niko standing in the doorway, a bowl of what smelled like water tainted with disinfectant herbs in his hands. Bla’Gar raised his eyebrow in question. At least the pup appeared not to be scared of him any longer.

  “You had a fever, Sir.” He could hear the concern in Niko’s voice but couldn’t quite place the reason. “Bruce was worried about you.”

  Ah, that explained it.

  “Seth…” Bla’Gar pushed out of bed, his body fighting him. The thin sheet covering his nudity was damp and sticking to his skin. He had to force a deep breath when he rose to his feet. The house’s high ceilings accommodated his demon height and horns.

  “We searched, Sir,” Niko’s voice wavered, while his eyes bulged, taking in Bla’Gar’s full demon form. He easily stood bigger and taller than Lucas. “Méric returned about an hour ago, said he would resume the search after he had rested, and Lucas is still out looking.”

  “Let me make this easier for you, Niko.” Bla’Gar closed his eyes, his rebellious body forcing him to put effort into morphing back to his human skin. Bla’Gar could taste panic rolling off of Niko. Seeing a demon morph into their human skin could be quite frightening as the skin formed small human skin-toned blotches, the color spreading while horns, talons and appendages shrunk away. Bla’Gar was panting by the time the process was complete. “And don’t call me Sir.” He moved past the gaping pup, into his closet. “I’m not your liege… You do not have to address me with titles.”

  Fully dressed, Bla’Gar stepped out a few moments later to find Niko still standing there.

  He was about to ask the pup to call Bruce when both turned at the smell drifting from the front of the house. Bla’Gar retracted his lips, snarling. What the hell is she doing here? The headache and pain in his body were long forgotten as he slowly made his way to the curved staircase. Perhaps the female Enforcer has news regarding Seth.

  Stepping off the stairs and into the foyer, the scene struck him as odd. She stood in awe of the house, her fingers exploring the detailed work on the front door, hair still wet and dripping from a fresh shower. However, no amount of soap and water could wash away the sticky smell of sex from her skin.

  “Can I help you, miss?” Bla’Gar made sure his voice was deep. He narrowed his eyes when she spun around and took a step back. A black and white striped women’s button up shirt was covered with a brown leather jacket, the matching black dress pants ending just below her inner ankle. He expected high heels but found she wore short-heeled boots instead. It was a vast improvement over what he’d seen her wear that day in Raven’s office.

  “Your front door... It has no door knob, it just opened for me.”

  He ventured closer, aware he was still barefoot. “If you were a threat it wouldn’t have.”

  Her gaze was everywhere except on him. “Its demonic presence doesn’t surprise me.”

  He wasn’t deceived by the innocent look her overly large round glasses portrayed on her face. Behind those lenses, fire flickered in the witch’s eyes, and he could still feel the tension between the two of them that had started that first morning in Raven’s office.

  “Again, I must ask, can I help you, miss?”

  He moved past her into the drawing room, all evidence of last night gone, even the study had been put back together.

  Thank you, Carrie. Bla’Gar lightly slid his hand over a wall before swiping a stray lock of blond hair from his brow, and proceeded to lace it with his hand through the longer stands on top.

  “I have some questions for you regarding last night.”

  Bla’Gar came to an abrupt halt, turned halfway and glared. “It surprises me you have come here alone on Christmas Eve afternoon. I would have expected Detective Raven to be present.” He ventured into the drawing room and took a seat, gazing out the window. By the looks of it, it was still early afternoon, which meant the promise of dinner with his pet was drawing near. Candlelight, he smiled, his pet should like that. Chaudière De Poisson accompanied with Chardonnay, and maybe afterwards he could sample his pet’s délicieux sperme. He couldn’t help licking his lips, any part of his Raven would be more than satisfying, even if it would only be his pet’s company.

  “You’re smiling? While Raven’s laying on a table in the morgue, you have the audacity to fucking smile?” The slap came hard and fast against his cheek, fire crackling from her blow.

  Bla’Gar sprang from the chair and cupped the female behind her neck, fisting her red hair tightly.

  “Lies!” he spat. “Venom spewed from your tongue, only to place a wedge between me and the man I love.” He huffed, his heart a thundering storm against his rib cage. Tears swelled and dripped from her eyes. Bla’Gar’s hand slipped from her hair, shaking as he took in the emotion, the truth in her gaze. He moved his lips to speak but words never passed them.

  Her words could not be true, or...Bla’Gar did not want to hear them…understand them.

  Nails clawed into his cheeks and neck, fists pounding weakly against his chest as she sobbed. “You killed him. It’s your fault—you led the creature to him!”

  Then Niko was there, his arms around the screaming witch, pulling her away from Bla’Gar.

  “Ma’am, please, calm down.” The poor pup tried to be polite, receiving a long scratch along his left cheek as payment when she turned in his grasp and clawed at him. The act played out slowly in front of Bla’Gar; he heard Bruce charging down the stairs, saw him grip the woman by her jacket and haul her away from Niko. All the while, time stood completely still in Bla’Gar’s world. How could they even move when his pet was— He closed his eyes. He couldn’t even say it, didn’t have the courage to admit and accept the truth.

  “Who did it?” The enraged voice of Lucas drew Bla’Gar out of his stupor. “Where did they find him?” Lucas turned the woman to him, being none too gentle, shaking her maybe a little too hard. “Where is my mate?” Lucas growled, his eyes wild and dark.

  It was Niko who touched Lucas’ arm, the pup’s voice gentle when he spoke. “Not Seth—Detective Raven died.”

  There was a sharp gulp as Lucas averted his gaze from the female Enforcer and turned to Bla’Gar. “I’m sorry.” The bastard mutt stepped up to him, his hands shaking as he reache
d for Bla’Gar, cupping his face and tilting it to look into his eyes. “I’m sorry.” Lucas brushed his thumb across Bla’Gar’s cheek. Bla’Gar bit his lip, blood running down his chin. His body vibrating, a combination of anger and the feeling of someone’s hand around his heart, slowly tearing the organ out.

  “Leave us,” he breathed, his words a whisper, barely heard. He waited as his gaze started to burn and his vision blurred. The exhaustion last night could only have been Raven’s death transpiring and the dream bond being severed.

  It was his fault. He should have been there to prevent it, should have protected his pet. But there was always something else taking up fucking priority over them.

  My beautiful Raven, fallen from broken wings, and I was not there to catch you. A sob wracked him, an invisible hand around his throat, far stronger than any adversary he had ever faced before. He heard his own voice, distant to his ears, and broken. “I want to see him.”

  “You mean you want to see the body, not happening, you are the main suspect—”

  Bla’Gar was quick, his fist snagging into her hair, dragging her alongside him, outside towards her car. He released her the moment they stopped at the passenger door. “Take me to him… This instant!”

  “No,” she challenged, still fucking daring to question him while he was slowly being torn apart inside.

  He gritted through clenched teeth, “Do not make me repeat those words. Please...I beg of you.” He closed his eyes, the pain in his heart was too strong, no memory of Hell could compare to this.

  Her shoes shuffled heavily on the gravel as she stepped closer. He kept his eyes closed, his hands in fists at his sides when she grabbed him by his shirt. He needed her right now. Demons could not venture into places where the dead were held, consecrated ground was sacred, only if a demon was accompanied by a mortal could they enter.

  The Judgment of Heaven had well gone out of their way to sanctify all morgues and cemeteries, even crematoriums, because the remains of humans in any form were valuable in numerous magics and rituals. On the other hand, Hellhounds, being partly descendants of Death’s own, were not affected by such governance. Bla’Gar’s hounds were trapped in Hell, and he would not, even if they were at his disposal have Raven’s remains be exposed to the touch of his servants.

  Before she could address him, Bla’Gar spoke. “I will give you my word by honor of blood contract, that if you take me to see my pet one last time, I will grant you a full statement of my whereabouts from last night. You may even interrogate me.” He met her gaze,

  “I do not trust anything that comes from your mouth.” Smoke drifted before his eyes, molten heat radiated off her. He smelled charred cotton in the fumes.

  “Blood contract,” he gritted out. She released his shirt, a couple of embers flickering past him from her hand, and stepped back. He held out his left hand to her and, trembling, cut a cross into his palm with his right talon.

  “I, Bla’Gar, the Callous One, swear on blood oath to aid this Enforcer female by any means necessary to bring the ones responsible for the d-demise of my beloved to justice, even if it should mean my own prosecution and end.”

  Bla’Gar offered his hand to her. “Shake.” Her grasp was heated, smoke coiling as she tried to burn his flesh, indeed the human flesh of Bla’Gar’s began to blacken. She gasped then as the same cross burned into her own palm, and tried to pull away. Seconds later he released her, turning his hand over and watching as his cross turned from black to white.

  He peered at her, clutching her hand. “Your arrogance and willfulness will become your own tomb.”

  She glared back at him, spite and most likely curses being silently thrown his way.

  Bla’Gar turned towards the house at the sound of crunching gravel. Niko held a pair of socks and formal leather dress shoes. “I thought…” he began, a little flustered with panic.

  “It is kind and thoughtful of you, Niko.” Bla’Gar cupped the pup’s cheeks and smiled. “Thank you. Look after those two knuckle heads.”

  Niko gave him a sad smile and returned to the house.

  Bla’Gar heard the Enforcer’s car door unlock. The moment he opened it, the smell of his pet assaulted him. He took a deep breath and climbed in.

  A warm hand, hotter than any human’s, caressed Raven’s cock, palming and stroking him so, so very gently and slowly.

  Raven arched his back, thrusting his pelvis forward. He needed that extra friction as the hand slid down his length. His blood rushing… No. Something wasn’t right. There was no roaring blood in his ears. Only silence. The air around him should have held vapors of dry heat. But…this dream felt cold, not like any of the others he’d had. Was he just so iced that not even the warm air could bring heat to his flesh?

  Threatening flares flashed in his head, a groggy warning that something was terribly wrong. A hot mouth was now suckling greedily at his dick, forcing Raven to gasp for air as he was taken deep down a warm throat. He reached for something to grasp onto. He only found emptiness. He tried to sit up, pushing into nothing, limbs disoriented as there was no solidity beneath him to keep him anchored.

  He blinked, opening his eyes. The sky was not painted its normal hellish glow of violent red and yellow, nor were there ash plumes, angry with static white lighting. In its place, a calm night sky with stars twinkling like thousands of little cat eyes, staring down at him.

  “Bla’Gar?” Raven rasped, his throat feeling serrated, the words slow, only reaching his ears seconds after he knew he’d spoke them.

  This dream was different. Where was the sound of Hell deafening his ears, the humid gravity that made him feel heavy and slowed his movements, and why was Bla’Gar’s touch not sparking the fire in Raven soul?

  Teeth scraped along the length of his meat, forcing Raven to close his eyes, and arch his back. His mind screaming against the pleasure his body demanded. Thick arms wrapped around him, nails piercing his back as he was sucked deep again. He felt the strength in those arms, they should have brought comfort, desire, fuck something…but all Raven felt was cold… an emptiness…inside.

  Not able to withstand it, he dropped his head back, now convinced he was merely floating in air, while the demon sucked with such force, it should’ve hurt. Blindly, against an incoming tide of thick rushing ecstasy, he chased his orgasm. This part of the dream never made sense. His body was on edge, rapture close, yet he never quite reached it. This time was no different, and he held his breath, expecting to wake up in his own bed, precum sticky between his legs and his balls achingly blue-purple. Wrist monitor screaming.

  Only…

  The demon released his cock and pressed his face against Raven’s pubic patch, sniffing and grunting. This is new. Saliva coated his dick and breath brushed over his skin. Raven could feel the warmth, but… It was the oddest sensation.

  Again, his thoughts ran wild: knowing he was dreaming, knowing what usually happened in this dream and wondering why this time was different. He didn’t understand why he felt the heat, but it never warmed him, never reached below the surface of his skin, never touched deeper into his body and igniting his soul.

  The demon’s nails pierced deeper, Raven’s blood seeped from the wounds, dripping down and from his back.

  He forced the words out. “Stop! God, please, just stop.”

  Bla’Gar growled low, lifting his face away from Raven’s groin. Raven raised his own to gaze at the demon, but his sight caught on something else; sand, endless blue, everywhere, ever moving, rippling on dunes like water. It shimmered like glitter in the sun. Only it was night, and... Raven dragged his gaze to the sky again, seeking, but finding no moon. He closed his eyes.

  This is only a dream.

  “Bla’Gar, would you please put me down?”

  The nails were promptly gone from his back as if they had never been there, arms relaxed their hold and gently Raven was lowered to the sand. It was soft beneath his body, almost like a bed of cotton candy without the stickiness. He huffed and stare
d up at the sky again. It was a vast, glimmering dominator above him. There was no black, just the deep blue hue of space.

  He pushed himself up on his elbows and stared at Bla’Gar. He was here—wherever here is—so he might as well make the most of it. It surely made for one of the more far-fetched dreams he had ever had. The demon stood a couple of feet away from him, head bowed, a dark shadow hiding his face. His skin and hair tinted blue by this dream world. His arms were crossed, forearm muscles taut. Raven allowed his gaze to travel over the demon’s frame. Bla’Gar’s human form was something to worship, shoulders broad and bulked, chest wide with thick arms, flat stomach, and the most adorable belly button Raven had ever wanted to assault with his tongue. His waist wasn’t narrow but rather meaty.

  Raven bit his lip, imagining a full solid ass, most likely perfectly round and firm. He grinned, it was his dream so why not indulge about eating out the demon’s hole? Bla’Gar’s abs were prominently outlined by the blue light, giving the V shape possibly too much emphasis. Raven palmed has cock while his gaze went lower and lower. He stopped and tracked back up over the demon’s belly.

  Where the bloody hell—“I do not have an appendage to stick into you in my human form.” The demon’s words echoed in Raven’s head. Raven sighed and pushed off the sand, twisting to rub the soft grains from his skin, only to find none. He strode over to the demon, it honestly looked as if Bla’Gar was sulking. When Raven reached him he brushed his fingers along the muscled ridges of the demon’s forearms.

  “What’s the matter, big guy?”

  The demon dropped his arms to his side and slowly raised his head. Raven stared at Bla’Gar’s face, and stumbled back. Before him was the spitting image of his demon, but the eyes, the eyes… They were gone, empty black holes, blue sand spilling from them. Raven tried to voice his question, his lips moved, but he could not utter a word.