bled out. A waste of valuable paint material, but well deserved.
"Ain't the weather tonight grand?"
"You're a disgrace," Onyx concluded, and Jayce chuckled.
"How's Willow?"
The question made my head shift to my right to acknowledge the woman sleeping against Onyx's bulky frame.
Our mate.
I hadn't registered it yet. Hadn’t accepted that of all the fucked-up individuals in this world, I was somehow chosen to be mated to this beautiful, destructive force that acknowledged my existence.
No woman would dare approach a blind man. It was only when they heard the lovely words of 'billionaire, global sensational artist,’ that the girls came running from the shadowed hills to get into my bed.
A prodigy like myself was only destined to be alone, and I’d accepted that the realms of love would be nothing but spikes of sexual desire, seconds of heightened lust, and a symphony of sorrow at the hands of loneliness.
By accepting a future as desolate as that, it made everything else easier to tackle.
Mother Moon decided to switch up the playing field.
I was attempting to tame the growing desire building inside me, to ignore how mesmerizing Willow's aura was would be a sin. How enchanting it was to see her colors of raging pink mold perfectly with the two of us.
Never had I witnessed anyone's aura blending as well as Willow's did with mine; the mix of bloody red caressed the flickering realms of baby pink that glowed with a neon flare. The pink color was her dominant aura trait and was far different from the spectacular flood of color I'd seen during our first confrontation when she stabbed me.
The memory made my cock twitch.
Another problematic issue in the realms of love, I could already feel the anticipation of having Willow beneath me. The enjoyment of scanning every inch of her body with my eyes, and the power that thrummed through me dangerously licking her up and enjoying the screams that begged for my mercy rode me hard.
I'd have to tread carefully if I wanted to keep myself sane in Willow's presence, but if she already accepted this part of me, would she be fine with the other half?
The psycho Neo who paints with the finest blood of living beings and bathes in blood to take this throne of bloodshed?
Mother Moon wouldn't have bonded us otherwise, but it was a challenge that brought far too much excitement to my veins. Having something in your domain was one thing, but being branded with the symbol of your legacy?
That level of ownership could drive a horny man to the grave.
The last time I fucked and let go, the poor woman, a succubus, didn't last. Their kind was rather rare, and due to NYC being so filled with wolves and witches, they tried to blend into the category of overly sexualized models in the realms of human prostitution.
It was a smart way of doing business, obviously, and though I wasn't into hiring prostitutes, I was becoming rather "antsy" as Dimitris loved to call it. He always knew when I was inching closer to needing those sexual desires attended to, whether it was because he was our Alpha or just because he’d studied me well enough to know my cock hadn't been sucked, fucked, or stroked in a good while.
Or my killing tendencies shot up ten-fold.
The longer I controlled my lust, the more dangerous I became, and I was already a threat to humanity to begin with. Didn't need to lose control over something as simple as sex. I could get that anywhere, and gender meant nothing to the likes of a blind man.
However, there was something so uniquely different about Willow. Whether it was her confidence, the fascinating attractiveness her aura carried, or how delicately voluptuous her frame was, she tugged at my sexual strings, and this bond only confirmed what I already knew.
I want to fuck Willow.
Thankfully, I was far more patient and held some reasoning to my delay, but the stronger the strings of this bond grew, the harder it would be to continue to tame the beast of lust. For now, it would be impossible to get what I wanted, but a taste in a few hours would be delightful.
The mere thought made me smile.
"Why is Neo smiling like a sick bastard?" Onyx was the one to ask, and it actually further amused me.
"See what you did, Saint? Neo's planning a murder," Jayce concluded with a grunt. "I'm not getting scolded by Dimitris over this."
"I didn't even say anything!" Saint complained. "You were asking