Chapter Ten

Standing under the spray of my shower head, I groan as my muscles relax. Yesterday was taxing on my mind but since my powers have come in, my body has felt different. Not in a bad way but I"m certainly not used to it.

My blood feels like energy coats every cell and hyper awareness tingles in my mind. It could be that now I have Drug in there. His consciousness seems to dance with mine, even in the silence of the mental blocks I can feel him.

After we fought and fucked in the field behind the house, I"ve been able to levitate. I know that sounds crazy as hell but I can!

I don"t know what other abilities will pop up but levitation seems to be the main gift. Well, aside from the visions that is.

Fucking visions.

They"re not about anything light hearted or fun like where the next shooting star will be or maybe what the stock market will be like in 2021. Then again, the stock market might be another scary ass vision.

Hell, I"ll take any kind of vision over seeing Drug chained like an animal by his own grandmother.

I want to find this old haggard witch and end this bullshit but Darren wants us to wait. Knowing the Elders as he does, I"ll listen... for now.

I didn"t think I"d ever mate with someone. Finding a bond is like finding a human without an ounce of jealousy but here I am with one. Not only me though, my sisters as well.

I"m not sure how they"re working out or if they plan to break the bond when all this is over but I"m positive I"m keeping my poodle.

You weren"t calling me a poodle last night, Black Bird.

Drug"s voice echoing in my head makes me squeal and jump a foot in the shower. I throw my hands out to steady myself but my feet never touch back down on the floor.

I look around me and see that the shower head is still spraying water but the drops from the floor are rising like gravity no longer exists for them. I don"t know how I"m doing this and I need to figure it out so I can utilize it while bounty hunting.

As quickly as the thought arises, my mood drops. I can"t work for the Elders anymore, not with the knowledge I now have.

Fucking bastards.

Suddenly my feet land on the floor and the drops of water splash in the tub.

I wonder if it works like the Hellfire. A chaotic mind equals a chaotic flame so maybe a light mind controls my levitation. Deciding to practice later, I build a brick wall in my mind, tossing mortar and stones up like a border wall but Drug"s laugh telling me my wall is crumbling with this bond.

I smile to myself, a devious plan forming. I grab the coffee bean body wash and pour a bit in my hand, rubbing them together to make suds.

Pay close attention, pup. I"m pretty sure our telepathy works the same as my sisters only without the block.

I look down my body and watch my soapy hands rub along my breasts. I trace my nipples before pinching and pulling on the barbells through them.

Oh,Black Bird, You"re playing a dangerous game.

I bite back my chuckle and replace it with a moan. I"m not much of a nipple girl, not with my own hands at least but Drug doesn"t need to know that.

I leave my right breast and drag my hand down my body and straight to my pussy. Self-pleasure is not something I do often with my fingers but thinking of Drug"s hard cock impaling me repeatedly has my pussy throbbing. When my fingers drag over my sensitive nub, my moan is real.

Drug"s growl reverberates in my head but I continue rubbing circles around my swollen clit. I open my eyes and slide the door to the shower open and directly in front of me is a wall of mirrors.

Knowing Drug is seeing what I see, I purposely watch myself spread my folds and flick my clit before sliding two fingers into my trembling channel.

Harder, Black. Fuck yourself harder like my dick did last night. Bruise your thighs with your knuckles.

Oh fuck, this is not going as I had planned. I had hoped he"d get a boner and stab his cold brother by accident, not turn myself into a panting bitch in heat.

Nonetheless, I do as he says and lift my leg up on the soap holder before pumping my fingers fast and hard but I need more.

I drop my head back and look up at the ceiling.

Look at the mirror, Black. I want to see.

Instead of replying or doing as he demanded, I reach out of the shower and open the drawer under the sink. Inside is my favorite toy, a crystal dildo.

I look back at the mirror and lick the tip like I want to do to Drug"s delicious dick and listen to him groan but suddenly I see an image clear as day in my head. He"s standing in my bedroom just outside my restroom door.

It"s not a future vision because I can still see myself in the mirror but Drug is sending me an image of his hand pumping himself.

I guess my plan worked a little.

I rub myself with the dildo before pushing it deep inside. I match my pumps to Drug"s, twisting and wiggling it to hit my g-spot.

I"m close, Drug.

The door opens and my beast comes in, kicking it shut behind him. His hand is wrapped around his length, pumping it while watching me. He steps into the shower, uncaring of his clothes getting soaked.

I continue to fuck myself as he leans down and presses his lips to mine, tangling his tongue to mine with abandon.

I pull the crystal out and let it drop to the tiles just as Drug grabs my leg off the wall. He pulls me up to match his height and slams his swollen cock deep into me. I scream as he hits the end of my channel and he swallows down my voice.

Up against the wall, Drug pounds my pussy and all too soon I"m skydiving off the cliff of ecstasy with him on my heels.

Laying his forehead against mine, we breathe each other"s exhales.

"I"m going to work on blocking out your teasing, Ronny. I"m pretty sure your sister saw my boner when I ran up here."

I want to laugh and hiss at the same time. No one sees his dick but me, but at least I threw him off his game for a moment.

"Now you need to leave so I can finish up my shower." I push his chest but he doesn"t move.

"I think I"ll stay and you can scrub my back for me."

Is he for real?

"I know you come from a century of docile women and barbaric men but I will not be scrubbing your furry ass. I will not be cooking like a domestic woman and I will not be cleaning up after you. I"m a strong independent woman who will literally neuter you if you try and bend me to your will. Got it, pup?"

I turn around and grab a loofa and hand it to him, "Scrub my back."

I crack up at his huff of annoyance before he actually begins scrubbing my back. Seems you can teach an old dog new tricks.

"I will be bending you to my will, Black. You watch and see." His whisper meets my ear before his teeth sink into my neck.

Oh fuck, here we go again.

Later that night, Darren arrives with a bag of books.

"Dare Bear! Did you get me what I asked for?" Roxy yells with delight as she bounds down the stairs with Joker in tow. I"ve learned the brother"s names but I like the ones I"ve pinned them with.

"No, Rox. I did not get you a virgin nun, you"ll just have to drink blood from... wherever you get your blood from."

What. The. Fuck?

"You wanted to drink from a fucking nun, Roxy?" Rory asks as everyone but Joker looks at her like she"s insane.

"Of course not! I just wanted to see how long it would take to corrupt her."

I don"t know why I"m surprised. Roxy is always looking for some nonsensical way of having fun. I use the word fun very fucking loosely.

"Anyway," Darren says pulling old leather bound books from the duffle bag, "there are very few books that can teach magic but they"re all for witchlings. I figured we can use these to tap into or help pull your magic forward."

Drug sits next to me and lifts one of the books from the table, sniffing at it like a weirdo.

"It smells like Hound magic, Darren. Where did you get these?" Drug asks, tossing the book down like it burned his hand.

"Relax, I had a trusted friend block any tracking spells on them. If Merelda were to tap into any of these her spell would tell her they are sitting in her library still. She has a whole wing in Elder"s mansion dedicated to books, I doubt she"ll notice these are gone anyway."

Darren pulls out the last of five books and lays it on the table. Rory and Roxy come to sit on the other side of me while Stoneface and Joker stand behind the couch.

"This book is dated to your century, Drug. It talks about a special race that is part witch. If I had seen this a month ago I would have thought it was speaking of the Hound brothers turned Hellhounds but it"s not."

Darren opens the book and turns to a specific page. The words are in a different language, one I don"t know how to read. French perhaps?

"Right here it describes the curse that was used to turn William and his followers into the originals but it continues on to a prophecy. "Woe to the head of Hounds for past present and future come forth seeking their fleshy pounds.""

The fuck?

"Right, and that means?" Rory asks in full on detective mode.

Darren stands and begins pacing back and forth. "It means that you three Crows are the consequence to Merelda"s curse."

Draven or Stoneface, stands in front of Darren, stopping him from pacing, "What you do mean? Our mother and father dying were the consequence of theCrow curse. Our grandmother saved us by binding our souls to our hounds."

Darren shakes his head and steps around Draven.

"If you continue in the book, the writer tells in detail that Merelda deliberately killed her son and his wife so that she could use their blood after she cast your souls to your dogs. Her actions were planned out, boys. Her vengeance was more to her than any of you or the prophecy."

Darren stops his pacing as he looks at us with mixtures of emotions in his eyes. Rage and avengement being the most prominent ones.

"I think Merelda has been killing every descendant of William Crow since the curse in order to save herself from the prophecy. The only reason she hasn"t killed you three is because you have been considered my adoptive daughters for decades; too many questions will be asked if you disappeared. Perhaps this is why she released her grandsons from Hell, to do her dirty deeds while keeping her hands clean."

The brothers sit stoically, rage and hate marring their features until Draven shifts with a roar and bolts out the open French doors.

"Dray!" Rory shouts before she runs for the Hellhound.

Fucking hell, this old ass bitch keeps on giving.