Lycan Soulmates #6: Wolves of the Dawn [18+]

Chapter 6

Uleya's POV

When I approach Onyx and he puts his hot hand against my cheek, sending a fury of hellish heat right through my blood – breathing becomes euphoric.

The air in my lungs around him, feels like a mist of wine.

It goes straight into my bloodstream and up to my head.

All I can focus on are Onyx's sexy red eyes as his hand slowly trails down to my neck, softly caressing my skin, as his fingers spread wide and he holds my neck – able to choke me if he wanted to, but only carefully holding my throbbing skin, feeling the pulsing of my heart. I feel so much for him, it's making me feel insane with deep want.

Onyx seems intrigued by the unique pulse of me, as his eyes skim down to my neck and over my skin, back to my blushing lips and wet eyes – I was almost crying with the emotion stirring inside me.

I think... I think I am in love with a Lycan demon.

Gypsy is just as entranced as me, leaning her head on my shoulder, her hands boldly splayed over his thighs as we lean into him, looking for his approval or his voice.

Say something, Onyx, I will it.

Onyx doesn't speak... yet.

Instead he licks over his sharp teeth and looks past us, to his pack of brothers, fornicating with other women.

Onyx raises his hand to Gypsy and cups her cheek as well. She moans and almost wavers on the spot.

"With me," Onyx finally drawls deep, taking his hands off both of us, "We have a room," he casually turns away from us, jumping off the windowsill out of Curses, he moves into the alley. Gypsy and I scramble out of the window, as if he's our shepherd and we are mindless to anything but his movements.

I link my arm with Gypsy, we lean on each other for support as we follow him into the darkening shadows, deeper into the alley, our eyes focused on his slow but large strides.

"...this is a curse..." Gypsy sighs, almost moaning again, "...this feeling inside... do you... feel it too?"

"I'm in love with him," I tell her straight, "I'm drowning on this feeling, I don't care."

"...but he's a weapon... against... feminine power..." Gypsy struggles to whisper about it, "He's... a bad omen. Don't you remember?"

Gypsy takes her arm from mine and stops walking.

I stumble after him but when I turn to Gypsy, she is watching me with wide eyes, a hand now on her chest.

"Stop, stop, please, he's luring you in," Gypsy chokes out, still fighting the feelings herself, "It's an illusion, Uleya – just stop. Just think."

"I don't care, I just want to experience more of it," I tell her with a smile, "He just wants to fuck us."

"You don't know that," Gypsy speaks more firmly now, "...you don't know what he wants with your body... your blood... your bones... you're invaluable as a rare moon priestess... Chyronex taught us all better than this. Don't make me call for As," Asmodeus' name we could not say, unless we were in a life or death situation, due to the side effects – but saying his name would bring him to us, as he was a pure blooded centaur, a Prince of Hell, specially the Prince of Lust; aka, powerful enough to save us from violence.

"I'm sorry, go home," I walk to Gypsy, and I hold her shoulders, searching her eyes, "I already encountered Onyx last night, and he spared me from whatever fate I could have had at the hands of a demon... I'm telling you, he's like father, like Lix, like Andoll, like mother – a friendly demon, with human blood. Onyx is half mortal, half demon."