by V Domino
He stops and pulls one of my breasts free from my tank top and swirls his wet tongue around my hard nipple.
“So you're saying you've seen someone better, pup?"
I can't help teasing him. He puts his fingers against my mouth and growls in my ear.
"You need to keep that mouth shut before you get it filled with my cock. Got it?"
Oh boy, his threats are treats. I open my mouth and let my shifted snake tongue slip around his fingers before sucking them in. I give him a wink as I sucking on his digits with my panther's purr rumbling in my throat.
Fuck, I'm so turned on right now.
Drug groans and pops the button on my shorts before sliding his hand in and through my wet folds. I gyrate my hips, getting that perfect friction against my throbbing clit as he slides in two fingers and pumping as hard as he can within the confines of my shorts.
I pull my shorts down a little before slipping my hand down his pants and massaging his heavy balls. I let my fingers rub against his perineum, the very sensitive space between his ass and balls while sucking his fingers harder.
"Oh fuck, Black. I want your lips wrapped around my cock. I want to fuck your throat and feel your gags on my aching dick."
Fucking crude and so sexy.
I pull my hand free and spin our positions. I kiss him hard against the wall before sliding down his body, licking his hard abs as I go.
"Then let me."
I pull his jeans down, freeing his leaking cock and grasp him tightly. I pull his balls free and suck them into my mouth, squeezing gently as I pump him the way he likes it. I keep my eyes on him as he watches me lick from base to tip, dipping my tongue into the slit at the top. His face is serene with hooded eyes while biting his lip.
He's perfect, so fucking beautiful and rugged.
I open my mouth and take him in deeply, past my uvula and down my throat as I purr. I shake my head slightly when I can't take him deeper and he lets out a sting of incoherent words as he tangles his fingers in my hair.
With my free hand I rub his balls and let him guide my head. I rub that sensitive patch of skin behind his balls and he begins to roughly fuck my throat. I love every second of it.
Just when I think he's going to come he pulls me up and pushes my chest against the wall.
"If I didn't stop you, I'd come in that fuckable mouth and I don't want to do that... yet."
Drug pulls my shorts down over my ass and slaps my cheeks. He rubs the sting out as he lines the tip of his dick up with my ass. We've done this once before and I have to say, I'm glad I've never let anyone touch me there because Drug does it so fucking good.
Slowly, Drug pushes in all the way to the hilt before he starts to fuck me hard. His big dick slides in and out, rough and fast over and over again and I'm screaming. I don't even have to touch my clit, everything his cock hits inside me is like a slap on my pussy and before I know it, my orgasm is rushing to the surface.
"That's it baby, come for your devil."
And I do. I come so hard as Drug pounds my ass like he's trying to win a medal.
His pumps become as erratic as our breaths when he finally roars and slams deep inside, shooting ropes of come.
We stand there for a few moments, catching our breaths as the sun begins to set. The colors change and create a magnificent sight along the river.
"I love you, Black."
“I love you, Drug."
We get back to the Crow house, so we can get ready to close Merelda's chapter once and for all.
At first, I thought we'd be on top of each other in this home especially with Elsie and Mr. Crow living here but the plantation house is very large. The cellar is bigger than the house as well and it's been the main living quarters for Ronny and I when she gave up her room to her father.
Overall, things have been going great and it's got me more anxious than ever.
"Where are Darren and pops?" Ronny asks Draven as we saunter through the house.
"Your dad is upstairs on the piano and Darren is with his woman. She still needs rest so he's opted to skip out on tonight's main event." Draven continues to watch the underground fighting on the tablet in his hands. Ever since Ronny showed him the mafia ring in New York he's been streaming it. He says he'll fight in it one day. Doubtful though since he has a shitty temper and will most likely kill everyone there.
"Is Audrey not doing good?" Ronny asks before entering the kitchen.
"She's fine but coming back from the dead after being decapitated is most likely taxing on the soul."
That's right ladies and gents, my sister, the motherfucking True Witch brought back Darren's mate from the dead. Elsie down plays that shit like it's nothing but come on now, that badass. Darren thinks so too. He has sworn oath to her and promised to always fight for her with the backing of the Fairies.
We enter the kitchen and find Drac, Rory and Roxy hanging out waiting for Elsie to be done with the dagger. I'm not sure what needs to be done with it but it'll assure Merelda dies indefinitely.
"Do you ever get the feeling that we're living in the calm before the storm?" Rory asks no one in particular.
"It does but maybe it's just because we've grown used to looking over our shoulders?" Ronny says hopefully.
"Possibly."
None of us seem convinced despite that being very true.
The past few weeks have been a reprieve from the problems we faced and the fears we had of losing someone to Merelda's wickedness. Battling her dark forces were no simple task but coming to the end of it all was like being reborn.
Tonight, we'll finally be able to breathe again. We'll be able to live a life we deserve with the people we love.
Speaking of love, "How are things going with your dad?" I ask the sisters.
"Good! He's learning everything with ease and excitement, it's really fun to watch him." Rory laughs.
"Yeah, you guys should have seen him at the ice cream parlor. He ordered almost every kind and ate them all. But the best part was when he got his first brain freeze. I had to cloak us when he began howling like a fucking rabid animal. God, I couldn't stop laughing." The fact that Roxy finds delight in this is absolutely disturbing but I have to admit, picturing his face is quite hilarious.
"Okay, you guys, I'm ready. Let's go kill this fuck."
Roxy snorts loudly while the rest of us smother our smiles.
"What?"
Elsie has been learning how to cuss. I know, it's a shitty fucking habit to teach someone but it's unavoidable when you live in a house of bad mouthing supernaturals. I'm pretty sure Roxy uses a curse word in every sentence.
"That's not how you use it. Let's go kill this fucker." I enunciate the er at the end and smile when Elsie's cheeks redden.
"Whatever, let's go... fucker." She says it mockingly to me and everyone busts up laughing.
Whatever, I'll get her back. Having her around to tease has made my brothers and I feel like those little kids we used to be before Merelda entered our lives. I don't regret becoming a Hellhound but I do wish we had human experiences with Elsie.
Ronny and her sisters join hands so we can siphon but before they can touch anyone else, their heads jerk back, faces to the ceiling and their eyes turn white.
"Fuck, they're having a vision."
"Here comes the storm."
"I wonder if they're seeing Elsie learn how to cuss correctly?" Drac is the only one to say something ridiculous and Elsie slaps him on the arm. Dray and I however, are stuck watching the sisters. I guess we're sort of used to his crazy.
Rory's face snaps to us, "Merelda has been caught, we must find the True Witch."
I glance at Elsie and see her brow furrowed. Whoever is looking for my sister will have six motherfuckers to go through first.
Roxy's face snaps down next, "The moon is risen, let's make haste."
Okay, the way she said that gave me the chills. Can this Crow sister get any creepier?
My fears are correct when she looks at us, "If you succeed at killing me, Merelda's power will be yours, True Witch."
Fucking hell. Why does there need to be more thrown at us? Elsie walk forward and gently breaks the links the sisters have, pulling their hands away from one another.
They come to and immediately look at Elsie.
"The coven leader will be here soon. They want a duel of sorts to reclaim their rightful place at the Elder's table." Rory says stoically before looking to Draven and sharply nodding. The look of murder shines brightly in her irises.
"You can beat her, Elsie and you have the backup of the Blood Crows. Whether you want it or not, we are in your debt for freeing those whom Merelda cursed." Ronny cracks her neck and holds out her hand to Elsie the way a big sister would.
"I wonder what the Witch's blood tastes like? Maybe like spiked root beer?" I pinch the bridge of my nose at Roxy's nonsense but Drac taps his chin thoughtfully.
Whatever the case may be, we'll be ready for it.
"I'll help you find out, Rox. I'm not afraid of these witches but I would like to hear them out. Just because I'm the True Witch doesn't mean I want to become the coven leader or an Elder. I just want to make sure whoever has Merelda's power is someone who will use it wisely."
"Very diplomatic for someone who doesn't want to be an Elder," Drac says sarcastically.
"You didn't let me finish. If I see that this witch is not worthy or is filled with evil intent, I will kill her."
We all stay quiet a moment, admiration flowing through us at her kick-ass-and-take-names attitude but then Roxy speaks and you know, sort of makes it weird.
"Spiked root beers on Elsie!" She skips out the door with Drac on her heels growling and making her squeal.
Everyone runs out after them looking like kids who just finished their last day of school and are ready for summer vacation.
I, however, pull out a cigarette and light it while mumbling around it, "I live in a house of crackheads."
The moon is high and the sky is clear of clouds, showing the twinkling stars that seem to dance in delight as we stand around the soon to be dead Merelda. I on the other hand am waiting for these witches to show up and crash the party.
I'm not itching for a fight, I honestly hope they want to make sure the True Witch isn't like Merelda, after all, they did get run off by her and most likely don't want a repeat.
If these witches want a problem though... I still have some pent up anger to spew. Mayfly seems to be thinking the same thing as his fingers continue to twitch while his eyes scan the tree line.
"Okay, let's get this over with." Elsie says as she stands next to the pyre we have Merelda laying on. I gotta give the girl some props. She went from hostage to a fighter. She is brave and willing to sacrifice anything for her family. She will always have my respect.
Elsie lifts the blade and chats out the woes of death in Romanian. It's supposed to be a respectful death and even though I don't feel Merelda deserves one, we want this done correctly.
She brings the point to the Witch's heart and plunges it deeply without hesitation as the last words of the script is said.
The ground begins to shake, not violently but in a way that shows Merelda's energy is being taken back into the earth for recycling. I certainly hope no one is unfortunate enough to be born with her wicked soul.
Elsie leaves the blade in place and stands back. We all wait for her nod before all seven of us toss our Hellfire at the dry wood beneath the body. As the flames lick along the logs and catch onto the hem of Merelda's black robe, the Witches come out of the woods around us.
They stand in silence as the pyre becomes a blaze of black flames and smoke. After minutes of staring into the flames, one speaks. The leader I presume.
"We've come seeking the True Witch. We have seen the death of Merelda, the Witch of Decay," Hmm that's a new one. Not that it doesn't fit but I haven't heard the name before.
"You seek an audience or blood?" I ask with a growl to my voice.
"It depends, Oracle. Does she intend to restore what was once ours or does she wish to kill as Merelda had?"
I bristle at that but Elsie holds her hand up, stopping me from saying anything more.
"I am the True Witch but you must show me your intent before you can take back what you gave away."
All the Witches before us are now the ones bristling at those words.
"How dare you, young witchling. You know not what you speak. Merelda took with blood..."
Elsie speaks over the leader's words, "Yes, she did. But you, as the leader of your coven, ran. You gave up without a fight when you could have had the backing of your people. You chose to hide and wait for someone else to pick up the responsibility you so hurriedly dropped. So, I say again, you must show me you are worthy of the power you seek and your place amongst the new Elders. Right now, I find you sorely lacking."
I really want to yell out, mic drop! But I don't. It would be fitting though.
"And you are worthy?" Someone else asks.
Elsie smiles in the direction the question came from, "A worthy one wouldn't claim it. Power is for those who are willing to bear its weight. While I can hold it, I do not seek it. If your coven chooses me I will be honored, but I will not allow bad intent to have such power. I've seen what it does to people."
The lead witch steps forward with a menacing stance. "I will try you, witchling..."
Elsie's face morphs from sweet to hellish in a heartbeat. "And you will die, old Witch."
I pull my short swords from my thigh holsters and take a stance, ready for someone to jump in unfairly but every single witch steps back along the tree line as Elsie waits for the Witch to make her move.
Like lightning, the coven leader lashes out with a glowing whip that is almost transparent but it's cut across Elsie's face shows it is definitely a solid object.
My sisters and I hiss while the brothers hold Mayfly back.
Elsie catches the whip on the Witch's next snap and uses her powers to light the weapon on fire but the leader is not deterred.
She swings her arm out and begins launching stakes at Elsie but none hit their mark. It seems that Elsie is playing with the old bat.
"Enough of your child's play!" Elsie swings her hand out and clenches her fist at the Witch before she suddenly stops moving. Must be those invisible ropes Merelda used on me.
"Yield, Witch or you will die," Elsie tells her as the other witches around us watch with their brows stuck to their hairline, but none of them seem to want a fight with the True Witch.
"I will never yield to such a..." Her words are cut off with a loud snap of her neck.
There are no gasps or outbursts of any kind from the silent witches around us. Even as Elsie uses her power to drop the body on top of Merelda, none of them speak a word.
Instead, they all turn and disappear back into the woods.
Suddenly my vision changes. No longer is my family standing before me. I'm in the same field where we burned Merelda but the sight in front of me is a bloody battle and there is a large wooden stake in the center. All around me Blood Crows and witches are killing each other and my stomach lurches at the gory sight.
"NOOOO!" I hear Drac's howl and I turn back to the center where the wooden stake is. Tied to the pole with fire licking around her is my baby sister, Roxy.
"May the River Crow die the death of a Witch!"
A scream rips through me as my vision comes back to the present. Everyone surrounds me and lifts me from my knees. But I hug Roxy close to me and make eye contact with Drac.
He must see the fear in my eyes because he rips his shirt from his chest and howls in a rage, tearing at his hair like a wild man.
Our war is not over. Making a legacy for my sisters will never be over. Well fuck that, if these
Witches want a fight, they'll have to kill us all before they can lay a finger on my sister.
I'm Ronny motherfucking Crow and if blood is what they want, I’ll pour them a river.
SING TO ME
FIGHT FOR ME
KILL FOR ME
OMERTA: A VERY MAFIOSO CHRISTMAS
(DECEMBER 2020)
There’s a lot of people I’d love to thank and give a special moment to but I’ll keep this short and sweet.
First, I’d love to thank my readers. You guys have been so kind and encouraging throughout this entire process. I’ve received emails and DMs of everyone wanting to beta for me and help me through the writing stages. I’ve gotten beautiful edits by some of you and I can’t even express how much joy that’s given me.
There’s very few people who are personally in my life and one of them is author Eleanor Aldrick. Not only is she an amazing author but she is also one of the sweetest people on this planet. She’s been with me through it all and while I haven’t met her in person, it’s as if I’ve known her for years. She’s known as titi Eleanor to my daughters and she’ll always have a place in my heart. I highly recommend her debut series, Men Of Wrath. So good and book three will be here soon and I’m completely in love with it. Yeah, that’s right, I get the first view of her talent!
Next is Jess Fondry. My lemon drop. She’s been a big supporter of mine since day one and she never fails to check on me everyday. We send random texts to each other, mostly consisting of terrible memes and crazy TikTok videos. I’m her girlboy lamoooo! If you don’t know who she is, I recommend you go check out her series, The Beacon Hills. It’s available on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited!
My betas! You guys are a powerful group. You ladies helped me to make sure this book is what you read today and I’m eternally grateful. Roxy Medina, you’re a bombass queen amongst queens and I’ll forever praise your edits. My LSO.
Last but not least, my biggest supporter, my husband and best friend, Gabe. You’re a crazy man, babe but I love you with every fiber. I’ll never grow tired of you! Thank you for dealing with fast food and late nights. <3
