Hallows: Pretty Snakes & Devils

I Need More

Pierce The Veil- Dive In

Carson

This is not what I expected when I came to check up on Victor. Every time he meets with his stone he loses his mind a little. Instead of trying to support him, they always seem to tear him down. They hate that he's with us. Some of them are talking about replacing him. They know they can't do that because as much as they all hate to admit it, they wouldn't have s**t without him.

Victor is a lot like Lucien when it comes to the stone. He loves them. Protects them. Watches over them. But unlike Lucien who gets back as much as he gives, Daemon doesn't give a f**k about him. Vic is second generation Daemon because his mother decided that she wanted to establish roots here. She killed the former crow line and inserted herself. These assholes never miss a chance to remind him that he's not a Daemon original.

There is no way I am going to be able to get near either of them while he's in this state. I take a pint of open ice cream off the bench and take it over to the kitchen where I find the lid. I smell it and instantly hate the stench of bananas. I hate them. The smell, the texture, and the color. It freaks me out a little that it comes in a peel the way it does as well.

"What are you doing here?" he asks with a growl as I watch him paint B.B.'s face. Lucien is going to love whatever the f**k is happening when I send him this footage.

"I came to check on you, man. I know it's not easy to talk to the others," I sit on the table so I have a better view of the two of them.

"What does that mean?" B.B. asks. He growls at me. "I will sit up if you don't tell,"

"No," he pauses and his tone makes me want to hunt down his f*****g stone. One by one so they can sit on their fear while they wait. "No, don't,"

"Then tell me," she insists. He sits back letting out a heavy sigh.

"The others want a replacement crow," he finally answers. "Don't move,"

"They can't just replace you," she says softly.

"Yeah, they can," he continues to paint her body.

I love the way he just has her there on display. Naked with only her lacy black thong. She's laying on a canvas that's painted black with little inklings of white to give dimension. It really brings out the yellow in her crazy demonic eyes. The length of her hair is sprawled out over the canvas giving it an almost underwater effect.

"But you're their crow," her tone definitely makes me want to hurt something.

"I'm not," he shakes his head.

He looks insane. His pupils are huge. There are little black splashes of paint all over his body. There's black paint all over his hands all the way up to his elbows like he dipped his hands in the black paint and then tried to wipe them on his jeans and by the looks of it. That's exactly what he did. Yet, as crazed as he is, his strokes against B.B.'s face are gentle. Tender I dare say.

"His mom killed their crow so she could take his place," I tell her. She doesn't say anything when he takes the brush with white paint on it and starts painting her lips white. When he's done, he moves to her eyes.

"They've never wanted me to be part of their stone," he says letting out a heavy sigh. His pupils expand and then shrink before he calms himself and switches brushes again so he can move to her neck. "Maybe I shouldn't be. It would be a lot less to worry about,"

"No," I move before I can fully process what I'm doing. He looks up at me angrily to warn me from getting too close. "Vic, you're not the problem. They are. You do so much for them. Without you, they wouldn't be where they are,"

"You don't know that," he rolls his eyes and continues to paint B.B. I sit back and watch them for a moment.

"Vic, you've risked everything for all of them. You've given them so much. If Lucien were here-"

"I know," he shrugs me off. "f**k, Car. I know what he would say and what he would do. I'm just tired of their s**t man. If they want to replace me they're going to have to relocate. I'm not going anywhere. New City is ours. We're sharing it with it them. I just don't know what the f**k they want,"

When he takes the bottle of black paint and pours some on B.B.'s chest she lets out a little sigh and her n*****s instantly harden. We both look up at one another and smile.

"You should show them what it's like to be cut off," B.B. presses her thighs together. We both inhale as the scent of her arousal mixes with the scent of his wet paint.

"You think so?" he asks, his tone shifting from angry to something a little more demanding. She lets out a little nervous giggle and I growl at her.

"Sit still," I order. She clenches her thighs together again.

"Get another brush. Left to right," Vic points behind me. "Take your uniform off. This s**t doesn't come out. I have shorts in the laundry basket by the stairs. Watch my robot. He's charging. Don't touch it,"

I roll my eyes and get up to get a pair of his shorts. I have more uniforms but James and Brandon would kill me if I handed over a uniform covered in paint. I grab a brush and go back to the two of them. He takes the black paint bottle and draws a perfect line across B.B.'s body where the canvas ends against her back.

"That's where the paint ends?" I ask.

"Yes," he answers. "Left to right. Don't cross the line,"

The line is drawn under her breasts. I work on her shoulder and move my way down to her arm. When my knuckles graze her skin she breaks out in goosebumps. Vic and I look up at her. She's trying her best not to squirm and I know it's taking a lot out of her considering she can't sit still to save her life.

"It's not a bad idea," I say after a while. He looks up at me as he drips of few drops of white on her hand and starts to blend it into the black so she matches the canvas.

"The white?" he asks.

"Cutting them off," I say. "It'll teach them some humility. Show them that without you, they're not going to make it,"

He pauses considering what I said before he continues to work on her face again, letting me paint the rest of her black myself. B.B.'s breathing hitches when I get to her left breast. He looks down at me and smiles but doesn't stop working on her face.

"What if I can't?" he asks. I stop and look up at him. "I wouldn't have the entire city without them,"

"Vic, you know that's not true. I had to come over here to help you after we caught Thompson,"

"Yeah, because they pushed me away," he sits back.

"Why wasn't Damian here?" B.B. asks. He stops taking a piece of cardboard and waving it over her face to get the paint to dry faster on her skin.

"Victor," I urge him to answer the question.

"Damian is being replaced," he shrugs. "He quit. He told them to go f**k themselves,"

"Because of the way they treat you?" I ask. He looks up at me and nods. B.B.'s left-hand fists but she doesn't move.

"He quit the Fringe Stone Division?" B.B. asks.

"Yes, he's independent now. San helped him out," he looks down at B.B. and sighs. "Amor, if you keep crying you're going to mess up the paint,"

She swallows hard and curls her toes until they pop. I finish with the black and watch him add the white and then the gold. He covers her hair in it and makes pretty golden swirls with it. He adds a little to her lips and her eyes as well and then stands up. He looks up at the camera above. I show him the image and he smiles.

"You're so f*****g beautiful," I sigh.

"It's missing something," he whispers. "Don't move,"

He goes over to the kitchen and brings over a small bowl of water and starts adding gold paint to it. He dips a brush into it and then splashes it all over her making sure he doesn't get in the way of the camera above.

"Wow," I have to admit that he's kind of a genius. I am going to keep some of these shots. Maybe put some up in my study.

"Perfect," he nods. He looks over at me and smirks. "Don't move a muscle,"

The two of us kneel down so she's between us. We both slowly caress the tips of our fingers against her soft skin. From her toes up her thighs and over her belly. Her skin once again breaks out in goosebumps. This time when she tries to squeeze her thighs together we don't let her.

"Guys," she chokes out but doesn't move.

"B.B. says you've been a little bit of a nightmare as of late, Diablo," he growls pressing his lips against her inner thigh. "You want to talk about that?"

"Vic," she gasp when he opens his mouth and sucks on her skin.

"She's been neglecting all of us," I shrug and do the same on her left thigh.

"Car," she shudders.

"Ah, ah," he growls at her and pushes her leg up so he can gently massage the inside of her thigh. A little bratty whine echoes in the back of her throat and I grip her left thigh and squeeze.

"I have her within sight all the f*****g time and she doesn't even look at me," I growl.

"That's not nice, B.B." He nibbles on her skin from her knee down to the pretty black lace.

He tugs on it with his teeth and pulls back enough so it snaps against her p***y when he releases it. B.B. inhales sharply but she's being such a good girl right now. It's almost unfair for us to be f*****g with her. Yet, I don't feel guilty in the slightest.

"I think she deserves to be punished," I tuck my finger under the thong letting my knuckled gently graze between her wet lips. She mewls and tries to shut her legs again.

"Do you seriously think that I am unaffected by you when you always have your glamour on at full power?" she growls.

"Baby, you haven't felt the full power of my glamour," I laugh. "What you feel is what slips through the cracks of my resolve when I'm around you,"

"Right," she scoffs. Vic pulls away laughing.

"You should have been there when we cracked it, B," he shakes his head. "I say you really let her have it,"

I remember the sound he made when it broke through my defenses the first time. We were in the warehouse. It was just the two of us and I had been a little stressed out after not feeling their essence dancing with mine inside of me. He just toppled over not knowing what to do with himself. When I tried to help him up, he shattered and told me to keep my hands to myself.

"I don't want to ruin your apartment, Vic," I trail my fingers up her thighs.

"I'm sure you can afford the compensation," he shrugs.

"Vic, stop it," she groans. "Your dynamic scares me,"

"You think you can handle it?" I ask him.

"I've got the root of my desires right here, my man. Show her," he encourages.

"Car-"

I exhale relaxing the hold on my essence. The relief that comes with letting go is enough to ease the tension I've been carrying since getting control of my abilities. We both sit back as its heat washes over B.B. Her composure completely breaks and she sits up, her hands falling on her breasts squeezing tightly, a low-pitched hiss comes out of her throat.

It's been so easy to coax the snake out as of late. Her eyes are as black as night, her lips stretch enough to show off her fangs and her black tongue slides out of her mouth. The black mamba is learning her place on the field.

It's been difficult to keep track of her. She's been moving through the city at an alarming rate. There are satellites all over the place, bunkers, and new subterranean basements. Lucien knows what else she's been up to.

It's not just her either. She's got Diana and Stacy moving s**t around. The new alpha has sworn her allegiance to the Reaper and they're not stopping. Jimenez Inc has expanded in the southside. De Laughrey Transport is making a lot more than it's ever made before. Blackstone Farms has hit the ground running. Now that David is the Mayor, she's got money moving through the city at a rate that's going to get us noticed soon.

So, yeah. I'm f*****g pissed that she's keeping me out of the f*****g loop. I focus my essence on her, let it sweep over every inch of her body needing her to forget everything else for a moment. I need her to just feel me. To only think of me. To only love me.

"Carson," she cries out and lifts herself off the canvas.

She buries her paint-covered hands in my hair and pulls me into her so hard I have to pull back she I don't bust her lips wide open. The building shakes and the windows are all blacked out. I growl loving the way her mouth attacks my chin and moves down to my neck. I look up at Victor who is looking behind me. I fight every urge to keep myself from looking but fail.

Vic isn't one to look away from anything that involves a naked B.B. but this is different. She didn't block out the windows with darkness. Black shiny scales rub against the glass all the way around the building. Eve's big ass eyes are fixed on us from the balcony just beyond Vic's dining table.

"Hey," B.B. shouts catching our attention. Only half her face is covered in paint and it's now it's smeared, most of it probably on me.

"What the f**k?" I point at Eve. "What the f**k did you feed her, Bella?"

"Umm, some reapers. Some cartel assholes, traffickers, a huge nest of wendigos, a shapeshifter, and we've been around the city at least once," she shrugs and shoots me with my favorite wicked little smirk. "Pretty, huh?"

"Terrifying," Victor shudders.

She reaches for him this time, probably feeling rejected by my love for Eve. Not so long ago, the idea of her touching him. The idea of him touching her. It left a sharp pain right between my eyes.

Something is changing in me. In us. The stronger I get the more I want to protect them. The more of them I feel inside of me. All six of them, but Victor's rage is different from the rest of them. There's something innocent inside of it the same way there is with B.B. It's the sliver of curiosity and fear that made me fall in love with who she is. Not the snake but the girl. Not the crow but the man. It's not s****l, or maybe it is. Just not the way it is with B.B.

I want him here. I love the way he touches her. The way he ignites how she feels for him. The look in her eyes. The feeling that spreads through us when she sees him and I always know when it's him. I'm so intuned and obsessed with the two of them that I just know. I love Lucien but I've never felt this for him. No matter what anyone says.

B.B. pulls away from him, her blackened eyes meet mine, and I don't hesitate to claim her mouth. The building vibrates again as she inhales the glamour of my essence with desperation. She's not once tried to block it. From the moment she felt it for the first time. She just gave in. We both did.

"Get out of your head, Sweetie," she mumbles against my lips. "Stay with us,"

"Yeah, Car," Vic growls grabbing a fist full of her hair and pulling her off me so he can kiss her. "Stay with us,"

"I'm right here," I lift her hips up and pull her legs from under her so he can lay her back. "I'm calling a meeting,"

"A meeting?" she whimpers.

"For what?" he growls undoing his pants. As soon as his c**k springs out B.B. lifts herself up to take him in his mouth.

"Remove the f*****g contract,"

I feel the shift in my body as I give into the devil inside of me. My hands turn bright red as I grip the lacy thong between her legs and rip it off. I feel my tail slither out from the basketball shorts I'm wearing.

"Carson," B.B. calls out as I grip her thighs and pull her up toward me.

She's glistening for me. Her scent. All of her is all around me and it f*****g isn't enough. I don't just want her body. I want everything. My eyes meet hers as I lift her up so her thighs are on my shoulders and she's hoovering a couple of feet off the floor. Her eyes are yellow again, wide, and filled with tears.

"Mine," the thing inside of me growls.

"Car," she lets out a low sob. "You're beautiful,"

Beautiful is not a word I'd use to describe what I've become. She cries out when my tongue meets her needy cunt. The sound that comes out of her only serves to make the devil in me more wild. I pull her closer diving deep inside of her and taking her sweet honey into my mouth.

"The horns are a nice touch," Vic laughs. "But the tail, f*****g hell, Carson. The tail is doing something to me, man,"