18. Xeraphine

18

Xeraphine

I know he enjoyed me begging him to take me home yesterday. I'm still fucking thinking about it now and it's been well over twenty-four hours.

A knock on my door pulls me from blankly staring at my television, which is turned off. I really hope it isn't Kairhyse. I need a break. Being with him for nearly a full day has me exhausted, even if I'm beyond satisfied and content.

Then the door unlocks, which is indication enough that it isn't him or some other stranger.

"You had a package at the door my sweet Phiny-bear! Flowers, a bag, and a note! Can I read it?!"

I spring to my feet and dart across the room so swiftly that she yelps, nearly dropping the flowers. I'm not even sure why I grab them; I despise flowers. I can't care for them properly, and they'll be dead within a few days.

However, they are beautiful.

They are all black pansy's. How the Beyond did he even find these so quickly?

I open the note:

Didn't want to disturb you. Here is your new phone, I've programmed my number in there for you. Enjoy the flowers, my little demon. Eat them. Burn them. Do whatever you want to them.

- Kai

Why would I eat them? Honestly, now I'm considering it.

"Want me to put them into a vase? Do you even own one?" Sydni asks, taking the flowers from me and exchanging them with the gift bag. Inside, I see a sleek black phone. It's undoubtedly expensive, and I groan.

"I don't have a vase, just use a large glass or something. They will die anyway. I'm thankful I don't have to keep this one alive." I gesture at Mister who is perched on the back of my couch, tail wagging heavily at the sight of Sydni.

Brrr-owwwwww.

"Of course you're happy to see her." I shake my head and take the phone, which surprisingly still has a decent charge.

My eye twitches.

The lock screen is a picture of me sleeping on his chest. I'm going to absolutely murder that Vampire. As I swipe it open, there are only a few apps, so the background is crystal clear. It's a picture of him shirtless, and I'm ready to hurl the phone right out of the balcony doors.

Instead, I do the complete opposite and find myself staring longer than I originally intended, causing Sydni to clear her throat to grab my attention.

"While I came to confirm that you were okay, I did want to talk about a few things," Sydni begins with a sheepish expression, making me groan inwardly. I really do not want to talk about Kairhyse.

"As long as it's not about the Vampire," I interject pointedly .

She crosses the room to play with Mister, her movements slightly nervous. "I'm tracking his phone, as I know you would have requested. Not sure if it was intentional to stay on the phone with me as long as you did yesterday, but I got the lock on it."

"Ah, I knew I kept you around for a reason," I reply playfully, we both know she's around for my sanity. "Where is he now?"

Sydni retrieves her phone and passes it to me after unlocking it. "You won't like it."

As I pull up the map and see his location, she's right—I don't like it. He's right smack dab in the middle of Hause Sidence. My hand trembles, and I have to physically rein in my anger to avoid crushing her phone.

Sensing my struggle, Sydni quickly snatches her phone back. The tense silence between us is preferable, as I don't want her to offer apologies or platitudes. My stomach churns with a mixture of hurt and anger, directed more at myself than at him. After all, he's just being himself—an Achille dog. It's not like I didn't know it, but still.

What did I expect? Fucking prick.

"That means he isn't watching me. What else did you want to tell me?" I force myself to move forward. He's the one who's obsessed, not me. I need to remain firm in my hatred of him.

He was just for my pleasure—nothing more. A means to satisfy my ache. I have to remember what brought him to me. He is my enemy.

"Which is great news, because of the party that's happening tonight and who will be there." Sydni pulls a folded black card with inscribed gold writing from her pocket.

"Shit. Syd, this..." I start, and when I glance at her, she's smiling as though she's proud of herself. "This is so perfect!" I could kiss her, but I won't. I need to leave so I can buy a gold dress. Tonight, I'm a Freedom Flyer, which means I'm available for anything and everything. It attracts the most attention, exactly what I need from the Mortars Syndicate.

What a Gods damn dream.

The Golden Macro Nightclub sits on the edge of the City of Sidence, just before the residential neighborhood begins. It caters to the upper class, so I unfortunately had to splurge on the dress I bought for this occasion. Looks like it'll be ramen and eggs for the next couple of days until I get paid again, but it's slutty and beautiful, so it's worth it. It'll absolutely get me the attention I need.

The dress is a luxurious gold that sparkles in the soft light of the nightclub. The slit comes up on both sides, well past my hips, exposing that I'm confident enough not to be wearing panties. The front drapes, and my breasts are easily visible from the sides. It hooks up around my neck, and the back has a diamond-studded strip that keeps it from flying about. The back drapes right down to the dimples just above my ass.

I've got my hair pulled into a tight ponytail with some loose strands framing my face. I went with minimal makeup, because truthfully I don't need it. Just some mascara to lift my lashes and a little blush because I'm pale as a ghost.

Lastly, I'm wearing some gold jewelry I swiped off the counter on my way out of the store where I bought my dress. It consisted of earrings, which I pierced right before walking into this club, and a few rings.

I'm not surprised at the attention I immediately draw when I step across the red carpet into the main space of the club. There's a dance floor, but it's small, because those who come here only come for one thing: connections .

The couches that surround the dance floor are filled, and while nearly every set of eyes turns to look at me, I need to play this right. I need the right attention.

Instead of approaching anyone, I walk toward one of the dozen bars that have numerous patrons at them. I don't shy away from a busy one, and when I come upon it, the men part to allow me in. The bartender shouts that she'll be right with me, and I offer a gentle smile.

"Holy Vayl above." A man squeezes in beside me. One whiff of his scent and I know he wasn't worth my time. He smells of oil and grease, which means he was here under false pretenses. A fraud, just like myself. "Please tell me you're single. I will pray to whatever Gods I need to, to make you mine."

I turn and offer him a warm smile, "I'm wearing gold, aren't I?" I ask with a flirty tone, "But I'm actually looking for someone. Unfortunately that isn't you, my sweet." I run my fingers down his arm and lean in to place a kiss on his cheek.

I've found being kind to men is typically the best way. Straight up denying him may cause a scene, and that is the last thing I need.

"Come find me if whomever it is you're looking for is stupid and doesn't show." He gives my rear a smack, and I count to three, before turning back to the bartender who is now standing in front of me. My black heel taps against the pole that lines the bottom of the bar I'm leaning over, rolling my eyes back to the bartender.

"Pig," she scoffs at the man before turning to me, "what can I get you, beautiful?"

I offer the blonde a smile. "As long as they have money and the right friends, they can touch as they please. A gin and tonic, lovely."

She seems pleased with the comment and gives me a wink before scuttling off to make my drink. I truly enjoy all alcohol and don't mind getting drunk to blur my problems away.

Though truthfully, these days, I'd take a certain bite to give me the same effect. Those little orgasmic feelings that come along with the slush of my brain, and the way it physically grips me into a state of comfort. It's just like a drug.

The clink of the glass onto the bar top pulls me from daydreaming about Kairhyse biting me while destroying my cunt. "No charge for the ladies." I'm pleased with that. I'd only thought it was the entry fee, but Beyond, I'll take it .

"Thanks." I raise the glass to her before taking a sip. The sting hits my tongue and like pop-rocks, it tingles straight down my throat.

"You look lovely tonight," a silvery voice reaches my ear, and I shoot my gaze straight into the slanted blue eyes of a man that probably could bring the world down with just the smile he has plastered across his face. His sharp jawline is relaxed, and the silver earrings in his ears gleam in the dancing lights around the club.

I return his smile, "Thank you, you look quite nice yourself." Suppose that is probably an insult to someone that looks as good as he does, but it's the best I've got. He smells odd, and I'm doing my best not to grimace. It's not bad per say, it's just not something that I've ever smelled before. Maybe he's a poorly managed man behind the fa?ade of a devastating face.

"You flatter me," there's no condemnation in his tone, and he doesn't seem offended, which surprises me. He just keeps that same smile on his face that pulls out the curved dimples in his cheeks.

He leans onto his elbow, and uses his other hand to brush through his long white hair. "My name is Alaric, can I be blessed to know yours?"

Ew, a gentleman.

"Stephanie." I place my hand into his, but I don't let it linger long enough for him to place a kiss. Which I do see him edging to do. "I'm actually looking for someone, but I hope you have a good night Alaric."

A throaty hum comes from him as he stands from the bar, "Lucky them."

I'm again, not short by any means, but I do have to tilt my head back to keep our eyes locked. He is compact in size, but I can see the muscles in his shoulders due to his tight button up shirt.

"Enjoy your evening then, Stephanie ." I don't like the way he says my name. There was an underlying hint of distrust in it.

He moves toward me, and instinctively I lean back. My ass presses against the barstool, stopping me from taking a step away. "See you soon." His scent is familiar, but I can't place it. At this proximity, for me not to be able to distinguish it, is weird.

Possibly myrrh, with hints of vanilla, but I can't be certain.

Whatever the reason, he doesn't make me feel comfortable.

"Sure," I say while swallowing. I do hope I don't see him soon. Something tells me I won't like it if I do .

The moment he steps away, I feel I can finally breathe. He offers a graceful smile, one that nearly causes his eyes to disappear, and then vanishes into the crowd.

Alaric… just another weirdo. I seek my drink, which is still sitting at the bar, and I throw back a good swig.

I'm not even one step back from the bar when I'm met with a hard body. I pivot and look up, and up—Holy Gods, he is tall—taller than Kairhyse, which I never imagined was possible. I mean, of course it's possible, but I just haven't met someone like that. He absolutely clears seven feet, and I have to crane my head nearly all the way back to meet his gaze.

‘Massive' really isn't a proper term; he dominates the space around him. Likely three times my size, but I don't plan to roll around on top of him to find out.

I can smell Shifter on him, and if I had to guess, he's probably a bear species of their kind. Along with the very distinct scent, which I'd describe as the metallic scent of blood and the antiseptic aroma from iodopovidone, there's also the scent of rose oils and leathers. He belongs here, which is perfect for me because the way he's devouring me with his gaze tells me I'm off to a good start for the night.

"What a treat, what a treat." He grins, pulling back his full beard so I can see his bright smile. His size was intimidating, but maybe he was more of a teddy bear.

"What a beast, what a beast." I don't shy away from stepping closer to him, one arm drapes around my waist while I rest my elbow on it, sipping at my drink. "I could use a man like you to protect little ol' me."

His laughter reverberates deeply, as if it's vibrating within my chest. "Little red riding hood found herself in the wolf's den. Would you like protection from a big grizzly bear, hmm?"

Nailed it. Knew he was a bear Shifter.

I bit my lower lip, "You won't see me crying to the huntsman."

The eagerness shining in his green eyes assures me that I am tugging at the right thread. The subtle twitch of his pectoral muscles under his tight white button-up hints that if he were to fuck me, I'd likely feel it for days to come. He probably tastes of the forest, and under normal circumstances, I'd desire nothing more. But my Amoro wants no part of it. I can feel my inner demon recoiling at the mere thought of feeding from this Shifter .

I knew Kairhyse was going to ruin me, and yet I still allowed myself to succumb to him. I am such a fucking fool.

"Name's Clay, what's yours, other than Angel? Because there's no way you didn't fall from the Vayl," he says, and I can't help but hold back an eye roll. That was such a dumb pickup line.

"Stephanie," I reply. Typically, I only give my real name when the end of the night will result in them dead. However, tonight I'm here for a connection. I'm not here to feed or kill. At least, that's not my intention.

As he begins to drag me away, I feel a hand grab my arm. "Miss, your purse," the bartender says, handing me my small clutch. I must've left it on the bar. I completely forgot I had even brought it, but because the phone Kairhyse got me was as big as my face, I couldn't just carry it in my hand.

After thanking her, Clay guides me toward a set of stairs that round up to the second floor. The overhang overlooks the lower level, and truthfully, I was not prepared for what I saw. I'm not in shock, per say, it is just a feeling of ‘what the fuck'.

Everything is a royal blue, from the curtains to the couches, which is a nice reprieve from all the red that's usually at these clubs. That isn't the shock factor. What is, is that in nearly every single booth, someone is fucking. Or dining between the thighs of a woman.

"Do you like what you see?"

As a Succubus, of course I do. This is my dream, and I can physically taste all of them as we move past each booth. When someone orgasms, and their gates become relaxed and open, my natural instinct to latch on nearly pulls me down to join them.

I keep myself composed, but it's difficult. No matter how long I've worked to control myself it still is a challenge. Like anyone with an addiction, the temptation is just as strong as the drug itself.

"I do," I lift my head to meet his gaze, "is this a preview of our night?" My only issue is it's public. I don't mind it when it's purely for pleasure, but I'm here for business.

The growl that comes from him makes my stomach tighten, "Yes, that is why you wore gold, after all."

Not really, but sure, whatever makes your dick hard. I smile, and as my lips are parting to ask for privacy at some point, I'm hit with a scent that nearly blinds me .

The distinct smell of grass after a long rain and someone disturbing the mud around it. The slight sweet aroma of green leaf volatiles, and the thick earthy, mineral-like scent, nearly destroys any hold of control I once had. I physically have to keep my hands from shaking, and when I turn to see where it is wafting from, my eyes lay on them.

Them.

The twins. "Such a good girl taking us both. Right brother? I enjoy watching such a tight little cunt bleed."

"You like that don't you?" One of the brothers has a grip on a short redhead, pounding his cock into her throat. I can see the tears in her eyes as he is assaulting her with every thrust.

I haven't come across any of them in ten years, and when I do, I'm stunned into near immobility. If it weren't for Clay dragging me, I may have stood there and stared as the second of the twins lifts the girl off the floor, bends her over the couch and begins fucking her.

"Don't tell me I lost you to the Bastilla twins."

Bastilla…

I swallow, and force my gaze upward. "Never, I'm just a girl that likes every hole filled." I need to keep my composure. Focus. Fucking focus.

Two booths down from the twins, we finally reach our destination. It's clear of anyone, but there are bottles resting in a bucket of ice. He had been ready to bring someone up here and was just looking for the right mouse to trap into his cage.

He doesn't hesitate to sit and pull me into his lap. "You may reconsider that when I'm stretching that little cunt of yours. I've torn women bigger than you before." I'm uncertain if that's something to flaunt around, but it doesn't bother me, so I cross one leg over the other and lean into him.

"I like a challenge," I say, keeping an eye on the twins. When he leans forward and grabs one of the bottles, I do my best to peek over his shoulder. It's nearly impossible given his height.

They are still occupied with the redhead. Keep it together, Xeraphine. I need to stay focused and not let this rising anxiety get the better of me. For the first time in so long, I am terrified. I'm just not sure where that's stemming from. I don't think I'm afraid of them, but maybe I am. This is the first time I'm facing the men that aided in destroying my life .

"Drink, my treat." He presses the bottle of tequila to my lips and starts pouring it back. Damn, does he need me loose? I don't disobey, leaning my head back and allowing the sharp bite of liquor to pour down my throat.

My drink is still in my hand, so I wonder why he's not just letting me finish that.

He probably spiked the bottles, is my guess. Great, now I need to act further.

When he pulls it back, he rests it beside him without taking a drink for himself. That at least confirms my suspicion, and I raise my glass. "Would you like mine instead?"

A toothy grin accompanies his response, "I need to perform at my best, and alcohol can hinder that."

I hum, and hear a scream that is mixed with groans and moans. "Seems like they're enjoying themselves." He pauses and brings his hand to my cheek, drawing his knuckles down to my jaw. "Tell me, Stephanie, why are you here? I can't imagine that someone as good looking as you is single. No ring, and…" He leans down to my neck, and takes a long, healthy sniff of me.

I peer over at the twins, the redhead is sprawled across the couch, blood trickling from her mouth. She is alive, but I imagine won't be talking for a week.

"Not claimed. Though, I do smell Vampire in you. Someone gets around with the Dylox community."

Fucking Kai , of course that is why he was biting me so much. Though, I should be thankful he never did it to claim me. "What are most women here for, Clay?" I counter, as he takes my drink from me and sets it on the armrest.

"For money. For connections. For a good fuck."

"Then you have your answer," I respond quickly.

His hands grab around my waist and he can nearly lace his fingers together with how big he is. I hate Shifters, but Gods I'd be lying if the size difference between us didn't make my body tremble with curiosity. He lifts me with ease and straddles me in his lap.

"Look how tiny you are," he remarks. Okay, I'm not that small; he's just a beast. I'm five-nine on my best days, well above average for a woman. "I will enjoy taking you apart, my treat." When he leans in to run his tongue along my neck I wrap my arms around his head and force out a moan .

My eyes are on the twins who are drinking now. I know my heart is beginning to race, and my skin is heating. There is no way that I can let them go. They are going to die tonight, they have to.

"You are eager to be filled, huh?" I'm brought back to the moment, realizing that his fingers are between my thighs and running the length of my slit. "So wet…" I wish it were because of how he was making me feel, but I'm completely numb to any sensation he is giving me.

It's the idea of killing them that is making me soak my thighs. The thought of taking one of the twin's heads and forcing it to suck the others cock until he comes in his brother's mouth. Imaging laying in their blood and pleasing myself to the knowledge that they are no longer walking this fucking planet and I am that much closer to my revenge.

"Bastilla's! Boys, come meet my treat," Clay shouts, pulling me from my reverie as I stare at them.

Oh no.

"I can see you want us all, and who am I to deny such a pretty face," he whispers into my ear as the twins turn toward us. My heart pounds, and I sink slightly into his lap, hiding my face.

Fuck, will they recognize me?

Focus. If they do, I'll just kill them right here. It's fine.

It's actually not fine. There are so many people, not only across from us that can see, but above on the third level that overlooks this one. If I am worried about Kairhyse hunting me, having Mortars Syndicate coming after me too would just add another problem to my growing list.

No, I need to settle down, get them somewhere private, and do what I do best. I cannot afford to make a scene. Not if I want to kill them all. They all have to fucking suffer.

"Ah, Clay Horus, to what do we owe the Gods damn pleasure." The sound of hands clapping together snaps my attention to the twins. They are both identical, the only distinction being their demeanor. One appears carefree, while the other emanates an aura akin to Belial himself. With chopped black hair and piercing green eyes, their features are plain, nothing remarkable about them other than the fact that they are rapists and murderers.

"We should take her head first." I swallow hard, it's as though it were yesterday. Their voices playing like a broken record in my brain .

"You know I never miss one of these events," Clay says, seemingly deepening his voice simultaneously. "Look at my little treat. She found your ways with the redhead quite intriguing."

My lips part, and they both stare down at me. I swear in that moment time halts, as though telling me this situation was not going to play out the way I want it to. It was providing me the opportunity to run.

But I won't, I don't give a fuck what they do to me right here. As long as in the end, I get what I want.

"Hi," my tone is sheepish. "Nice to meet you…"

"Dominic, and this is my brother Dante." Of course the one that looks like Belial incarnate is named Dante.

When Dominic leans down to my level, he has a smile that pulls at his eyes, "What part did you like the most, hmm? When I nearly tore out her tonsils, or when my brother shredded her pussy?"

Do they really think the majority of women want that?

"Both," I say, maintaining a forced smile. I'm quickly reminded that I should be slipping between drunkenness and unconsciousness because of whatever was in the tequila that is being lifted again to my lips. I take the bottle and raise it for him, swallowing two large gulps before pushing it away.

"You smell like a Vampire," Dante says dryly, "do you taste like one too?" He seems angry; good, we can both be pissed.

Before I can retort, which likely wouldn't have been nice, Clay lifts me and spins me around. Both of his hands grab at my legs and spreads them. The gasp I release is not forced, as it truly does surprise me. "Why don't you taste to find out?" His words are accompanied by a laugh.

Dante's eyes lock on my now exposed cunt, as does Dominic.

I'm frozen in absolute terror.

I would rather have Clay ravage me. They are going to touch me again, and I'm afraid I won't have the restraint not to kill them the moment they do.

"Timid, but what a beautiful cunt you have." Dante uncrosses his arms and, along with his brother, steps toward me.

"Devastatingly delicious looking, are you sure you don't mind sharing, Clay? We don't need to disrespect our brother Hause."

Dominic grips my knee firmly as Clay releases my leg and lifts it to my neck. His hold on me is so tight that I question if he is actually trying to kill me. Does he know I'm Dylox? Because his grip would have easily done damage to a Mundane.

"Sharing with my brothers has always been a specialty of mine," Clay whispers against my neck before biting just behind my ear. I twitch, but only because Dominic puts his other hand to my opposite leg and spreads me wider.

Without another second of hesitation his face is buried into me, his tongue slipping across my slit. He finds my clit, only paying it a moment of attention before shoving his damn nose between my pussy lips like a fucking dog. I force myself to act as though I'm enjoying what he is doing.

All I can see in this moment is me hanging in that shipping container while he gets me wet enough for his brother, and the other three, to fuck me until I am bloody and nearly dead. My vision is blurring, and I know exactly what is about to happen.

Cinnamon… Even if I say the word they won't stop.

Cinnamon…

A little bit of suffering. Just breathe. Close your eyes and think about their dead bodies littered at your feet. How beautiful that scene will be when you are covered in their blood.

Saying the word will make me feel comfort. "Cinn—"

I'm not sure how his neck didn't snap, considering the speed at which Kairhyse appears, and the crushing grip around his throat. Even a Shifter is susceptible to a neck snap, but that doesn't mean Dominic was free of harm. The yelp that escapes him as he's lifted off the ground and dangled like a toy drowns out any other noise.

"Kai…"

Why…