56. Shadow
SHADOW
M agnificent. Glorious. Perfection.
That was Sirena.
We stood by and watched her tear apart Sister Esther. She was covered in blood from head to toe. Church joined in and helped her at one point, both of them looking like monsters.
“You know you want to,” Asylum murmured from beside me.
I did. So I stepped forward into the fray and helped. Then the guys joined in.
“Sword fight?” Asylum asked as he held one of Sister Esther’s arms. I snorted and slapped at the arm with her other one.
“Weird fucks,” Stitches muttered as he wiped blood from his mask.
“It is kind of funny.” Ashes chuckled and threw a finger at Sin, who dodged it, cursing at him.
We paused what we were doing when Church took Sirena to the ground and pushed into her body, fucking her in the mess that was made.
She shoved her bloody fingers into his mouth, and he sucked them clean as he pumped in and out of her.
My cock grew hard as I watched. I went to my knees next to Sirena’s head and tapped her lips with my dick. She opened for me, and I slid deep inside her warm mouth with a soft moan.
And that was it. She came for Church twice before he filled her pussy with his release. I followed, blowing my load into her mouth. She swallowed me down without protest and licked her lips when she was done.
Fuck, she was hot covered in blood.
“My little monster,” I murmured, staring down at her.
She smiled up at me, a stark contrast to the mess she was, but I was in deep. I loved her more than I’d ever loved anything in my entire life.
Church helped her to stand, and I followed.
Ashes took her and kissed her before he had her pinned against a tree at the edge of the clearing, pumping into her body while we picked up the literal pieces of Sister Esther.
“Hey, look. An eye!” Asylum called out, scooping up an eyeball from the forest floor. “I’m going to keep this one.” He shoved it into his pocket and continued to whistle as he picked up more pieces of the dearly departed Sister Esther.
“Just put this bitch in the bag. I want to be fucking Sirena, not picking up pieces of this old hag all night,” Stitches grumbled as he stuffed half a leg into the black body bag.
“What do you want to do with her jewelry?” Sin asked.
“Keep it. We’ll donate it to the church,” Church said. “Put it in the collection plate. Sully will love that.”
Hell, I loved that.
Twisted fucker.
We finished cleaning up, and Ashes and Sirena joined us again. Her hair was so covered in blood that it was clumped together. She looked like she’d bathed in it.
“You’ve never looked more beautiful,” I murmured, kissing her lips gently.
She bit my bottom lip, drawing blood before she sucked gently against it.
“Careful, cupcake. You’re making my cock hard again,” I warned softly when she pulled away.
She let out a breathy laugh before jumping onto Sin’s back. He laughed, hefted her up, and carried her piggyback style as we all walked Sister Esther’s remains to where Mirage fed the wolves.
Speaking of the devil…
“Where’s Asylum?” I asked, looking around to find that he was gone.
“Probably talking to that fucking eyeball like it’s his precious,” Stitches said, dropping his end of the body bag at the feed zone.
Sin unzipped the bag, and we dumped everything into a pile and backed away. The wolves howled in the distance, the scent of their food on the air.
“Come,” Church said gruffly, backing away.
We followed him deeper into the thick Michigan trees and waited. Within thirty minutes, the wolves arrived and began to feed.
“He really does feed the wolves. I thought he might be fucking with us,” Ashes murmured.
“Come on. We need to go to the cemetery,” Church said, backing away.
We followed, finally removing our masks.
“Why?” Stitches asked.
“New traditions,” Church murmured, taking Sirena’s hand in his while I held her other hand.
We made it to the cemetery, and Church pushed Sirena to Sin.
“Dance with her, brother. She said she missed you last time.”
Sin smiled and hauled Sirena against him before dancing with her through the tombstones, her laughter on the night air.
Stitches pulled out a joint, and we all smoked while we watched. Church soon joined Sirena and Sin before Stitches and Ashes did.
I stood by, watching like I always did, a smile on my face.
When Sirena came to me and took my hand in hers, I moved.
“You’re one of us… Shadow,” she said softly, wrapping her blood-stained arms around my neck.
“I am,” I answered, grinning down at her before I swept her through the tombstones, her laughter just for me.
I’d spent so much of my life in the shadows that it felt good to finally be seen. It took me years to find people who understood me and to realize it wasn’t just a roof over your head that made a home. It wasn’t furniture or a bed. It wasn’t clothes and food.
It was the people you loved and who loved you back.
The ones who accepted you.
The ones who would kill and bleed for you.
The watchers and my cupcake…they were my home.
And there was no place like home.