Split - Coffin Nails MC (Contemporary New Adult Erotic Dark Romance) (Sex & Mayhem Book 7) by Miss Merikan Page A

continuity that was to ensure little Beelzebub’s safety.
But as she was making them, she couldn’t help but add her own spell, one only
loosely based on her mother’s notes. She added a few of Hunter’s hairs she’d
found on her T-shirt to one of the candles. It was more for good luck than
anything else. She believed he was the father, so his protection was just as
crucial.
    The shed always smelled of wax and the
various ingredients Asty kept in little wooden drawers. There were also stacks
of books—on candlemaking, herbology, and symbolism—in a block of shelves by the
wall. The space inside was small, but there was just enough of it to store
Asty’s works, and the orange and dark green picture a friend of hers had painted
on one of the walls gave it personality. The work depicted a naked woman with greyish
skin, praying within a pentagram of chalk and candles. The ceiling was tall
enough to let Asty work in peace, but only if she didn’t wear platform boots.
Dad could only enter while leaning down, not to hit himself on the head, so it
felt like a space that was dedicated to her only.
    And in the intimate space of the shed, her
mind always drifted to that night when Hunter and Ray had had sex with her. It
was only supposed to be about the ritual. She had seen them as tools and
bearers of seed, but the truth was that when Hunter had looked into her eyes,  while
buried deep inside her and pushing in so intensely, there had been a connection
between them that went beyond sex. His gaze consumed her, his touch had
purpose, and even the corpsepaint on his face couldn’t hide the person
underneath.
    She swallowed hard and dipped the cantle
again, watching wax dry almost instantly. She couldn’t help but think of the
next step toward her ultimate goal. She needed to obtain more seed from the
father and ingest it this time to inspire masculine potency in the future
child. She was very surprised to uncover this detail within her mother’s later
notes and scolded herself for not reading everything through carefully before
she had done the initial ritual. But the more she read, doing mind maps of what
was required, the more small inconsistencies emerged to her attention. The gaps
in her mother’s writing were probably due to the assumption that Asty would
know how to fill them. It was an embarrassment, but Asty spent hours over
occult books from Mom’s collection to find the necessary, if vague, answers.
One way or another, it made sense, that the two men who had sex with her, came
back into her life so that she could ingest their life energy.
    Hunter’s cock had been so thick when she
held it. How would he taste? She brushed her fingers over her neckline, above her
breasts, and dipped the candle again. It had been a long time since Hunter had
spoken to her. His initial cockiness was gone, or at least no longer directed
at her. She was pretty sure he wasn’t wasting any time behind her back,
especially after he’d seen her bare-faced. He was now probably sorry he had
chased her in the first place. Maybe coaxing him into the blowjob wouldn’t be
all that easy anymore? Being so handsome, he probably had female hangarounds
crawling into his bed constantly. She knew how Bell and his friends had been.
That was why she had never wanted to be with a biker in the first place.
    When the candle was thick enough, Asty
stopped the fire underneath her pot and hung her creation on a hook in the back
of the shed. It was high time for her to prepare for a distraction, just a drop
of normal life that would never be hers again.
     
    *
     
    Music pounded in Asty’s ears as if she were
fourteen again, sneaking out to her first-ever black metal concert. It was
halfway through the encore, and Cries of Decay seemed in top form even after
playing a whole set. The vocals were deep, menacing, and she shouted them along
with the band, drenched in sweat that could be both hers and the people’s
around her. She jumped, she chanted, and she