2. Onyx
Chapter two
Onyx
“ F uck!” I yell as I was rolling over to turn off my alarm. I have to stop mid roll because my cock is so hard, it’s my own personal kickstand. It is painful, but that turns me on even more.
Sleep still threatens to take me back under as the vision of Ember riding my cock after a chase through Lucifer's Castle comes flooding back to me. Seeing the ecstasy shining in her light green eyes. The images freshly burned in my mind.
I decided to take a cold shower to try to cool myself off. I can't stop seeing her in that red sheer, flowy, lace nightgown with nothing underneath. Me chasing her through the dark empty castle. The only light coming from the moons in Hell's night sky.
Stripping my clothes off after entering my adjoining bathroom, I walk past my black clawfoot tub and step into the huge walk-in shower with water turned to a freezing temperature. After a few minutes I look down and realize that I'm casually stroking my cock to the thought of her.
I imagine my hand is hers exploring my cock for the first time. Starting at the tip I run my pointer finger down the nine bars of my jacobs ladder piercing. Gripping my cock at the base I start to slowly stroke myself wishing it was her hand. A groan slips past my lips. Everytime my hand gets to the head of my cock, I bump my magic cross piercing. I start stroking faster and tightening my grip when I think of what her pussy would taste like. Maybe it's sweet like honey? The thought of her screaming my name while I'm pumping inside her. The sounds she would make would be like music to my ears.
Gripping my cock hard, to where it is almost painful. I imagine Ember suspended from my bedroom ceiling, about two inches off the bed. I could lay underneath her and just thrust upwards causing her to scream. Her warm, wet pussy gripping my cock like a vise.
“Fuck, Little Siren,” I moan painting my shower walls with my cum. With every squirt, a tingling sensation courses throughout my entire body.
Feeling sensitive all over, relaxed and out of breath, I turn the water to a hotter temperature so I can actually shower. Once I'm done, I slip on some black basketball shorts that hang low on my hips and head downstairs to get some coffee.
The smell of bacon and eggs hits me before I enter the kitchen. There is only one person in this house that can cook and that would be Blaze.
“Where's Ezra and Aspen?” I ask Blaze, while walking over to the Keurig.
“They had a meeting with Asmodeous and will be back soon.” He says, agitation lacing his voice.
“What's with you?” I ask while getting my cup out of the cupboard and hitting start on the coffee machine.
“Nothing,” he snaps at me.
Right as I'm about to say something witty in return, Ezra and Aspen walk into the kitchen. That's the perk of having a gate to hell in your basement, in the mortal realm. You don’t have to travel far to get to one and then travel back home.A hell of a lot easier than creating a portal.
“So how's Ozzy doing?” I ask them and take a sip of my black coffee. Taking a seat at the island in the middle of the kitchen with the others.
Aspen rubs his hands down his face. “Well…”
Blaze and I share a look and then look back over to Aspen and Ezra with confusion lacing our faces.
“He didn’t tell us anything new. It was all the same old stuff. Lucifer still wants us dead,” Aspen says with unease in his voice.
“Well then what was the point in going to Hell? If we are still “Hells Most Wanted,” Blaze says with an agitated tone.
“Well there is more to it according to Asmodeus. That's why we came back so soon. He wants us all to meet so he can tell us together,” Ezra explains, his face grim with disappointment.
“So, we don’t know what it’s about, yet he wants to meet? When and where?”I command. Finishing my coffee, enjoying the burn of the hot liquid down my throat.
“We don’t know. He will get in touch when he wants to meet,” Aspen grounds out.
We finish our breakfast in companionable silence before we all head upstairs to our rooms to get dressed so we are ready for Ryker and Emma Chertanov’s funeral. I'm the first one downstairs. Wearing my black dress pants, a black button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows, and my black dress shoes. I hate wearing clothes like this. I prefer to wear my jeans, t-shirts and my combat boots. The only ones that like wearing suits are Aspen and Ezra.
My brothers finally came downstairs after I was waiting for five minutes.
“It’s about damn time you fuckers get down here,” I scold all three.
“Fuck off! It wasn’t that long,” Ezra snapps back.
“I thought I was gonna die waiting for you three,” I jeer, placing my hand on my forehead, being the dramatic one I am.
“You are such a damn drama queen, Onyx,” Aspen jests, rolling his eyes at my antics.
“No. I'm a drama King. Get it right,” I snap, pointing my finger in his face.
“Let’s just get going, we are already going to be late,” Blaze moans, looking at his watch.
Grabbing our helmets, we head to the elevator to go to our private garage. In the elevator waiting to hit the basement level from our twentieth floor penthouse, I notice only Ezra and Aspen are in suits. Ezra is wearing a classic black suit and shoes with a royal blue pocket square. Aspen is wearing a classic black suit and shoes as well with a yellow pocket square. Blaze is wearing what I'm wearing. A black button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black dress pants, and black dress shoes.
Once we hit the basement level, we walk to our bikes and head out.
We never wear jackets, our demon body temperature runs higher than a mortal's.
While riding to Ewing Funeral home, everyone is talking to each other over the coms Ezra installed in our helmets. While I do what I do best, zone them out and just ride and try to think of anything but Ember.
But once again, those gorgeous light green eyes staring into my darkness and those killer curves riding my cock, invade my mind. I keep thinking about that dream from last night, the sounds she would make while riding me. Just imagining all my piercings hitting all the right spots inside of her. Sucking on her nipples, she would arch her back moaning out my name. Oh, Little Siren, you have no clue what I have in store for you. I can just imagine tying her up, spreading her legs wide, and making sure she feels every inch of my big demon cock. She would feel every piercing and every ridge I have as I thrust inside her, harder and faster, until she’s screaming my name. If she thinks she can resist, well, she’s in for a world of pain. She will be my little slut and take all of me, in any hole I want to fuck her in.
The rope cuts into her, leaving marks and rope burn on her beautiful tan skin. Binding her wrists and ankles together, flipping her onto her stomach and forcing her ass in the air so I could have the best view of her ass and dripping pussy. Makingsure she can't escape my advances.
Pulling myself from my thoughts as I slow my bike into the only spot open, right beside my Little Siren's car. I quickly hopped off my bike, getting into my backpack and grabbing the single black rose and single dark green rose with the malachite bracelet wrapped around the stems. Placing them under her windshield wipers.
I hope my Little Siren is ready for when I do get to take her.