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Title: The Mary Sue Virus: Beyond Death
Chapter Twenty Nine: Desire and Delusion, Part 2
Fandom: Anita Blake universe
Rating: 18 and up
Warnings: graphic sex and violence, language, anything else i can toss in.
Disclaimer: the recognizable characters and places contained herein are the property of LKH. i'm merely borrowing for the sake of entertainment. no money is being made from this venture. the Sues are the sole property of their originators, Ginevra, Dazzledfirestar, Nanaea, SilverFoxChan and ladydeathfaerie. the concept and title of The Mary Sue Virus are used with permission from Dazzledfirestar. all beta work, plot bunny shooting and ass spanking is being done by Gin.

A/N: both chapters 28 and 29 were a serious labor of love for me. originally, what you find in these two offerings was meant to be one, with limited views into what was going on with each couple. because Gin had given me a kick ass way to end the whole thing. *insert evil laughter here* that's right, girls. evil cliffie coming up! then, later, as i was yakking away with Cat on the phone, an idea started forming in my head. after running it by my partner in crime, i decided that it was the best course of action. so what you find in the next two chapters is meant to be one total chapter. i wrote everything out straight, all the smut and everything else, going from one couple to the next, then split it into two chapters and weaving everything together. flashes of everything going on, of what everyone is doing, all at the same time. until it brings us to the climactic ending. so hold on to your, hats. its going to be a bumpy ride! and i hope that this was worth the wait. and effort...

The Mary Sue Virus: Beyond Death - Index Link 


Shang-Da nodded and wrapped his hands around her waist. Gently, he lifted her off of him and set her to the side. His body flowed upward, settling itself into a sitting position before her. Hands once more took her hips and he lifted her up onto her knees. She watched as his head dipped, then moaned when his mouth closed on one nipple. One arm slid behind her, holding her as her back arched. His free hand worked between her thighs, his fingers stroking at her swollen flesh lightly. Her legs shifted open unconsciously, providing him with more room to move his hand.

He stroked a pair of digits into her slowly, circled his thumb around her clit while he feasted on her nipple, licked and bit across the swell of her breast. Sensation poured through her, muscles alternating between clenching tight and quivering wantonly. Her head was tipped back on her shoulders, mouth gaping open while she struggled to pant for air and mewl out her pleasure at the same time. Tension built and spread through her, grew so thick and heavy that she felt as if it would never break.

A slow flick of his nail against her clit shattered that feeling, broke through the tightness of her muscles. Her entire body shivered as she gasped out a cry, then went stiff as the orgasm rolled through her. White spots danced before her eyes for several long seconds. Then she blinked and found him holding her carefully, his smile filled with masculine knowledge and arrogance. He made sure she saw him when he took a deep breath this time, made sure she saw his nostrils flare open wide. The smile shifted into something more wicked. "Now you're ready," he told her quietly.

~*~*~*~*~

Very slowly, very carefully, Richard settled Aedan back down on the mattress. His eyes were practically glowing, regarding her silently as he climbed up over her. His nostrils flared again. She could hear him scenting the air. He crouched over her on all fours, staring down at her almost hungrily. The smile that slid across his face was feral and entirely not reassuring. "Now you're ready."

He reached for her, pulling her up into a sitting position. Their mouths met in a fiery kiss, his tongue forcing its way inside. The taste of her still clung to it. She slid her arms up around his neck and pressed herself close, the heat of his skin warming her. His cock was hard and thick between them, pulsing with every beat of his heart. His hands stroked down her back to her ass, cupping each cheek so that he could rub her against him. Need rushed through her, thick and heavy, tendrils of the arduer creeping into every cell of her body.

He must have felt it, too. He pulled back and stared at her, a low growl trickling up his throat. That sound was what did her in. Any control she'd had over herself was gone. She leaned forward, pressed her lips to his throat where she left a kiss before biting down. It was her intention to bite a path down his chest, but his nipples cried out for her attention. So she skipped over a broad expanse of golden flesh to wrap her lips around the tiny, hardened peak and suck for all she was worth. Her hands lifted and found his erection, curled around it and squeezed gently, stroking with urgency.

Richard said nothing. He didn't even growl. He simply took hold of her hands and pushed her away from him. Before she could snarl some kind of insult at him, he turned her to face away from him, then positioned her on her hands and knees. She tried to roll or turn, but his hands clenched down around her hips and kept her in place. She tossed a look back at him over her shoulder, eyes blazing with anger. And hungry. "I'm in control, Aedan. I'm not going to let you hurt yourself because you don't know how to feed properly." The voice he used was full of authority, the voice of the Ulfric. Had she not been so anxious for him, she might have been insulted by it. As it was, she couldn't think beyond what it would be like to have him inside of her.

One hand stayed curled around her hip, grip almost painfully tight, while he lifted the other hand and brought it down between her legs. His fingers dipped between her swollen folds and scooped up some of her moisture. She knew without having to look over her shoulder that he was stroking it up and down the length of his cock. She watched anyway, enrapt by the sight of his hand fisting the thickness of his erection. He saw her watching and smiled. "You want it, don't you? You want me inside of you, fucking you long and hard. Don't you?"

~*~*~*~*~

Shang-Da carefully repositioned himself, shifting both of them toward the head of the bed as he did so. His back was propped up against pillows so that he reclined on the bed. One of his hands held hers, pulled her relentlessly toward him. She straddled his thighs, settling herself just under his erection. His eyes glittered as they watched her, taking in her every motion and action. Smiling, she reached out and stroked her hand up and down his length before she bent over to lick the head. His cock jerked at the touch. Then he was pulling her hand from him, his eyes filled with hunger and need. She took hold of him, held him upright as she moved forward to kneel over him. When she was sure that her swollen folds were centered over his erection, she shot him a knowing look and very slowly sank down over him.

Minette's breath hissed from her throat as he filled her completely. She held herself still, allowed her body to adjust to him. He wrapped his hands around her waist and simply held her, letting her know by touch that he would assist her when she decided to move. She spread her hands over his abdomen, her fingers tracing the lines of muscles and soaking in his heat. Finally, after a few moments, she nodded her head and began rocking her hips.

His hands were loose on her waist, more an offer of support than anything else. When she lifted herself up, his hands went with her. They guided her on her way back down, at east with her slow and steady pace. His cock slid in and out with just enough friction to tease her body with the promise of what was to come. His eyes held hers, giving her the impression that he wanted to see the exact moment the arduer took control. If that's what he wanted, she'd give it to him.

She rose and fell over him, moving in a steady, slow rhythm that worked at building her need up. More of that sweet, delicious tension spread through her, working its way out from the very center of her to each and every finger tip and toe, from the top of her head to the bottoms of her feet. His hands left her waist, crept up until they could curl around her breasts. She sighed softly, enjoying the rough feel of his palms against her silky smooth skin. Then he squeezed, hands tightening down until pain shafted through her.

It shot straight to her center, forced her muscles to contract around him. He grunted, the sound fading into a faint growl when his hips lifted and pressed hard up into her. She gasped, shudders running up and down her spine in response. "I can feel it lurking inside, Minette," he whispered, raking his nails against her belly as his hands made their way to her hips. "Let it out. Let me taste it."

~*~*~*~*~

Before she could register that he'd moved, Isis found herself with her back pressed up against the wall, his body molded tightly to hers. His shaft was caught between them, his mouth covering hers. The kiss was filled with heat and a small remainder of the aggression from earlier in the evening. She didn't need to hear him say the words. She just lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. It was all he needed.

Somehow, he pulled away without actually pulling away so that he could slide one hand between them and grasp his cock. A gasp tore from her throat as he shoved himself deep inside of her, burying himself to the hilt with that one thrust. She lifted her arms and curled her hands around his shoulders while his hands both moved to her ass and cupped her cheeks.

He started slow, pulling back until only the head of his erection remained inside. Then he slid forward, moving into her with slow determination. It wasn't what she wanted. The lioness still lurked, looking for something hard and fast, filled with pain. "Damian, please!" she begged softly. He tossed a smile at her, as if he knew what she was going through, as if he knew what was in her mind. And he continued to move slowly.

"I plan on pleasuring you, my sweet. Slowly. With a great deal of attention paid to the details." His hips pressed forward again, filling her with his thick length. She moaned at the feel, fingers digging into his shoulders. The slight pain wasn't enough to distract him from his plans, though. He continued, slow and stead, in and out, always dragging and pushing his length against that spot. It was enough to bring her desire back to a full boil but not enough to push her over the edge and send her screaming into release.

~*~*~*~*~

It was her hand closed so tightly around him, stroking him with reverence. She was whispering to him, telling him she loved him, that she wanted him to fill her with his seed and his baby. She wanted him to fill her everywhere, wanted to be covered in his essence. She wanted to worship him, would do anything for him.

He grunted, his voice echoing softly in the darkness. His hips thrust into his hand, fingers tightening until his nails tore through the thin layer of skin. Blood coated his hand, served to lubricate it so that he could trust through his fist easier. Her body, her mouth, her cunt, her ass, her blood. His. All his.

He fucked his hand, pretended it was her. This was what he was going to do to her. He was going to steal her away from the demon and he was going to fuck her hard. Fuck her until she bled for him and screamed and came and asked for more and gave him everything and loved only him.

~*~*~*~*~

Richard's fingers squeezed his shaft, just under the bulbous swell of his head. Aedan moaned, rocked her hips back toward him. He chuckled and once more scooped out more of her juices. "So wet for me. So eager for me. So hot. Ready to beg. Just like a bitch in heat." There was derision in his tone.

"Fuck you," she spat.

"In good time, Aedan. I know that's what you want."

"Go to hell, Ulfric," she snarled at him and lurched forward. The hand at her hip tightened more while the free one came down against her ass with a solid smack that left burning pain in its wake.

"I told you. Call me Richard." His voice was low and intent.

"Just fuck me and get the hell out!"

"Not until you call me by name, Aedan. Not until you admit that you want me. Not because of the arduer but because you want me. Admit that you're a bitch in heat and I'll fuck you until you can't stand."

"Now, Ulfric!" she demanded.

"Admit it." His fingers speared into her, began pumping slow and hard. Her back arched, thrusting her hips toward him. He chuckled and the speed of his fingers slowed further. "Come on, Aedan. No one has to know. Just admit it and I'll give you what you want. He inched closer, pressed his cock against her hip as he leaned over her. "Say it. Just one little sentence. What's it going to hurt? Say it and you can have this." He rubbed his length along her skin, sending a shudder down her spine. His fingers thrust in time with his hips.

"Please," she moaned, hips trying to rock in time with his thrusts. His hand slid deep and stopped. She gasped, body rippling with need. "Please. So hungry..."

"Say it, Aedan." His voice was right by her ear. It was low and husky, the hint of a growl still coloring his words. She shivered. "What will it hurt to admit it to me? No one else will ever know. I promise."

"Please, Richard," her voice came out as little more than a breath of air, head turning so that she could see his face. "Please. I need you. I want you. Badly. So badly." She was babbling and she couldn't stop herself. It was enough. He leaned against her, planted his fist in the bedding and took her mouth in a kiss that curled her toes and shot thick threads of desire through her.

~*~*~*~*~

Water splashed across them as Damian continued his decadently slow pace. The pleasure built inside her gradually, the embers of desire coming back to life with the careful attention being paid them. It coiled low and tight in her belly, crept outward along each and every nerve toward her fingers and toes. She knew that she'd be alive with her need by the time he deemed that he'd pleasured her enough. Any other time, it would have been welcomed. But the lioness was so insistent.

Isis opened her mouth to ask, to beg and plead, but the look in his eye stopped the words in her throat. Seeing it, she knew that there was nothing she could say or do that would change his mind. He would speed up when he was ready and not before. The words died and she closed her mouth, simply watched him as he watched her. Again, she couldn't help but notice how his eyes glittered and shone in his face. Wild, like a feral cat.

As he moved into her, pushed himself deep, filled her with himself and with pleasure, she felt a thread of worry lift from her shoulders that she hadn't been willing to acknowledge to herself. The lioness was ruthless, her decisions made based on power and strength. Whoever had won the fight tonight, she would have accepted him as mate. But the human part of her hadn't been so single-minded and easy to convince. She'd been worried about the outcome.

From the very first minute she'd heard Damian's call, the moment she'd seen him, she'd been lost. He was so beautiful. And he'd been hers. She'd known that, had been so pleased by it. With his vibrant green eyes and his glorious red hair, he'd captivated her thoughts. Much as it had been against all common sense, she'd lost part of her heart to him that night in the basement of Anita's house. She hadn't been afraid, hadn't worried that he'd rip her throat out. And when he'd taken her into his arms and drunk, everyone else had simply faded away. Haven had threatened all of that with his demands.

Logically, she understood why he'd fought against Damian taking the Pride. He was lion. Damian was vampire. There were things that one could do that the other couldn't. If Haven had won the fight, her lioness would have accepted it without complaint. But her heart wouldn't have been so easily convinced. She'd been so afraid that Haven would win, that she'd lose Damian. Now, when it was all over and the outcome was the favorable one, she could let the worry go. Could simply bask in Damian's body tight against hers, buried inside of hers, surrounding her. His mouth hot and eager as it found hers for another kiss.

~*~*~*~*~

His words sank in, teased the arduer until it started swelling inside of her. It wanted more from him, wanted to feed from him. It demanded he give over his lust. Minette moved faster, rose up and dropped down fast and hard. His hands tightened on her hips, held onto her as his hips came up to press his cock deep. She threw her head back as hunger and desire warred within, let go a sound of pure animal lust, and sped her motions.

Shang-Da held her hips with his hands, had his feet planted in the mattress so that he could drive himself up into her each time she brought herself down onto him. Pain twisted in with the pleasure to shatter her control. Her nails clawed into his abdomen, drawing blood as she rode him hard, impaled herself on him time and again. The need was spilling into her rapidly, like water flooded a river after breaking a dam. Her beast and the arduer ganged up on her, tried to force a way past the last blockade she had against them. She held them back and pushed herself even harder.

He rose up, hands holding her as he came up onto his knees beneath her. Her position shifted and she threw her hands up on his shoulders, clutched at them while his fingers tightened on her hips. Using his legs, he pounded up into her, fucked hard and fast. She could tell that the lust and the desire had found him, that the thing living inside of her had sunk its claws into him and now directed his actions. She didn't care, simply held to him and rocked her hips with his.

The tension swelled within her, a balloon stretched to the breaking point. One tiny pin prick would set it loose, pop the thin walls and spill the pressure behind it through her body. The hunger would take her and she'd be helpless to stop it. It wanted him, wanted to feast on him. There was so much bottled up inside of him, things that he didn't normally let people see. It wanted that and more. Everything he could give it.

She was surprised when one hand released her hip. When her eyes met his, the wolf stared out at her, just as hungry as she was. His pace was frantic, almost disturbingly quick and painful. His control was stretched thin, too. She could feel the manic swirl of his energy around her, could feel the way he was already starting to swell inside of her. His cock twitched. "Now, Minette. Let it out."

~*~*~*~*~

"It feels so good to have you inside of me," Rhiannon whispered softly, her voice barely carrying in the silence. It didn't matter. She knew he heard her. The smile that spread across his lips was a wonderful thing to behold. "I think I've wanted this from the moment I saw you."

"You feel so incredible, wrapped so tightly around me," he replied, rotating his hips enough to draw a squealing breath from her. Satisfaction lit his eyes and colored his smile as he resumed a normal in and out motion. She lifted her hips to meet him, dropped them to the bed, then lifted again. The friction was just beginning to seep into her veins. Little jolts of pleasure pulsed in time with her beating heart, pulling fingers of tension with them that saw her muscles tightening in agonizing slowness.

He dropped again, took her mouth almost forcibly. At the same time, his pace picked up yet again. She moaned loudly. He swallowed the sound down, then pressed his tongue into her mouth. Hers fought with his, dueled it and danced with it while he pushed her body higher and higher. That exquisite, torturous tension was building under her skin, climbing up toward the peak and taking her with it. She wanted to fall off the cliff and tumble headlong into the darkened abyss. She wanted him to go with her, their bodies twined so closely around one another that it would seem as if there was no end or beginning to either of them.

Lord and Lady, she was so close. Her body was strung tight, ready to crack with just the right touch. Her skin felt the same, felt as if a mere breath of air would shatter it. She worked her hips against his, trying to find that last bit of release. The angle was wrong and there was no way she could correct it. Nathaniel didn't seem to be in any hurry to shift his position or lend her a hand. He was busy thrusting against her, his mouth having drifted in order to latch onto her throat. The scrape of his teeth on her flesh was almost as disconcerting as the feel of him plunging in and out of her body.

Their panting moans and groans filled the room with the song of need and desire, the soft slapping of skin against skin playing a staccato counterpoint to the creaking of the bed's joints. His hair slid around them, across limbs and lengths of exposed skin. It was the finest silk, teasing and tickling her senses with its gliding, whispering touch. Even that small amount of friction, almost nothing, was enough to drive her mad with need. She clung to him, her nails gouging into the flesh of his shoulders as she moved with him. He was quivering under her touch.

"Nathaniel?" she asked him softly. He slowed until he was almost completely still, his hips making shallow thrusts every few heartbeats. His eyes gleamed and sweat dewed his brow. He was holding back.

~*~*~*~*~

The feel of Damian's lips against hers drove off her thoughts, allowing Isis to bask in his attention. She clung to him, doing what she could to aide him as he lifted her up and down, thrust in and out. Made her mad with need.

His tongue touched her lips, a silent demand that she let him in. She opened to him, gave him full access to her mouth. He took it, testing and tasting every inch of its interior. She could taste herself on him, a slight hint of flavor still remaining. Her body responded, tightening down around him as he stroked in and out at a leisurely pace. As if he were strolling through the park or enjoying a fine meal at an expensive restaurant.

He slid deep and stopped, then broke from her mouth and drew his head back so he could look her in the eye. A slow, sensuous smile curled up his lips. "You are my prize, Isis. I intend on enjoying you for a good long time. Your body is so wet around mine, so eager for me. You cannot know how happy that makes me."

"Damian, please," she panted, trying to squirm against him. His hands held her still, kept her in place.

"The finest pleasures in life are meant to be enjoyed at length, my sweet. Rushing headlong will not satisfy you any more than it will me. Patience, my sweet. This is all I ask of you."

She whimpered but nodded her head. How could she deny him when he asked her so sweetly? The lioness roared her displeasure and Isis closed her eyes, fighting with her other nature. All she wanted was the chance to enjoy her man, her mate, without the animal side of her trying to take control or making demands. Surely she could have this one night to savor their victory. Was that too much to ask?

The lioness fought her, tried to force her way to the surface. Isis was stronger. She pushed the beast back, forced her down for just a little while. Just long enough to enjoy the night that Damian had planned. When she looked at him, she could see that he understood what she'd done, the fight that had taken place within. She offered him a smile and leaned forward to wrap her arms around his neck, to offer him her lips. He took them quickly, kissed her so deeply that she thought he might now be part of her.

And he moved.

~*~*~*~*~

Janika blinked, then understood. The bolt of lust that had shot through her had been because of the man behind her. It made her wonder, briefly, if his own had woken or if it was because of Aedan and Minette. Somehow, she got the feeling that they were responsible for this turn of events. She smiled, wondering if she should thank them or slap them for it. She hadn't planned on spending her night with the Master of the City. Nor had she planned on having him so carefully stretching her anal passage in order to... She shuddered as he scissored his fingers and worked at loosening the muscles surrounding them.

"I don't care," she finally told him, a soft gasp in her words. He smiled at her, watched as she squirmed on top of him. His hips answered her motions, a blind thrust up into her to remind her that he was still there. She sighed and fell still again. "I'm with you. That's all that matters."

"But this." His hand motioned to the room in general. She was surprised Jean Claude was quiet. Perhaps he felt as bad about this as Asher did. Then again, maybe he was letting her deal with it. She would have to thank him later.

"This is you and I, Asher. I knew what I was getting into when we started seeing one another. And I know that you love him as much as you loved Anita. I would be naïve to think that I could keep you from him or him from you. It doesn't matter," she assured him, hands reaching up to cup his face. He smiled and turned his good cheek into her palm. "None of it matters. You're all that matters. I'll do whatever I have to to make you happy. I swear it."

"I am... I do not deserve you," he told her, not looking at her. She considered chastising him but shook it off. Instead, she shifted her hips and let him slide deeper. He moaned so softly, she barely heard it. It was enough to remind him that he deserved her and so much more.

"Do not argue with a beautiful woman, mon chardonneret. It is better to accept her wisdom with grace and dignity." There was humor in Jean Claude's voice and she watched as Asher looked at him over her shoulder. Then he nodded and some of the tension she'd felt ebbed away. Smiling, she kissed him, her lips firm and sure against his own.

"He's a smart man," she teased. "You should listen to him more often."

"Do not encourage him. Such comments will only go to his head. He is already impossible." Janika laughed at the sour expression Asher managed, though mischief twinkled in his eyes. Then she shuddered and closed hers as Jean Claude wiggled the fingers caught inside of her and stroked his free hand down her back.

~*~*~*~*~

Hishishishishishishishishis...

He felt his balls tighten up, felt the tell-tale pressure at the base of his spine. Eyes closed, he humped his hand and imagined that it was her. Imagined that it was the tightness of her ass, so pure and untouched, Virginal. Imagined that he was fucking her ass and making her cry out and writhe under him. Imagined that the blood coating his cock was hers and he could hear her crying. Her sobs were soft and hoarse, pleading for more for it to stop for him to love her for him to do this to her every night for him to...

His cock twitched.

~*~*~*~*~

Richard pulled away before she could fall into the kiss and she felt him shifting his weight back behind her. His eyes found hers over the length of her spine. One hand came down on her back, just above her hips. The other, she saw, took his thickness in hand and positioned the head of his cock against her weeping slit. "Hold still, Aedan. Don't move until your body adjusts. I don't want to hurt you."

Slowly, so painfully slowly, he pressed himself forward. Inch by agonizing inch. From where she was at, it felt as if he were shoving a tree trunk into her. Small gasps of pain and soft moans of pleasure spilled from her lips. Her head hung down between her arms, hands curling tightly into the bedding. Each time he managed to fit more of himself inside of her, each time a fraction of an inch slid home, he stopped and let her adjust.

It was such a tight fit.

After what felt like forever, he was fully sheathed within her. Her body struggled to accept the intrusion, her muscles tight and spasming around him. Somebody whimpered and it took her a few moments to realize that it was her, that she was making that sound. She didn't know if it was because she hurt or because she wanted him to do as he'd promised and fuck her. Her entire body quivered with the strain. "Good girl," Richard whispered, stroking his hand down her spine. "Slow and easy for now. Don't try to force something more. I only have so much control."

With the same carefully slow pace, he drew back, pulled his cock out of her. Again, Aedan heard herself whimpering. Not because it hurt. Not because she didn't think she could handle it. It was because she wanted him to move faster, wanted him to add just a small amount of pain to the mix. The impossibly slow and gentle way he moved was for someone else. Someone delicate. Someone who wasn't her.

His hands held tight to her hips, as if he were trying to control himself that way. Perhaps he was. Each time she looked back at him, his teeth were clenched together. The veins and tendons stood out in his neck. His shoulders looked as if they were bunched tight. And she felt herself falling faster and faster into the black pit of need and desire that lived inside of her. She wanted and needed. She just needed.

He pushed himself in until he could go no further, pulled back until it felt as if he would slide free of her. Each shift of his hips drew a gasping sigh from her, coaxed a low and sultry moan from her throat. So slow and careful. She hated it. More. She had to have more.

~*~*~*~*~

"I want this to be good for you, Rhia," Nathaniel told her. She heard something in his voice that made her heart ache for him. Buried under all of the confidence and certainty was the smallest amount of fear. Fear that she wouldn't be pleased with him, that some part of her would find him lacking and prefer Richard over him. She offered him a gentle smile and shifted her hips against his, taking him deeper and holding him there.

"It is good, Nathaniel," she whispered. She let him see the truth of her words in her eyes and on her face. "Its better than I'd ever dared hope it would be."

His smile was something truly beautiful, a joy to behold. He leaned forward and again took her lips for a kiss. This time, it was sweet and gentle. His way of saying thank you for her words and the meaning behind them. Gone was the small kernel of doubt. He was once more the confident young man who had called her beautiful and done whatever he could to make her feel special. He started to move again, pressing himself deep into her before pulling back and starting with a new purpose and a new rhythm.

He lifted himself up so that he could stare down into her face. There was an intensity to his gaze that hadn't been there only moments before. He'd understood exactly what she'd been trying to tell him. It was there in his expression, in the way his hips pumped against hers. He still wasn't moving as fast as she would have liked, but that sweet friction was back and building again. She matched her hips to his, rising and falling in time with his strokes. Her eyes never left his.

Sweat beaded up and rolled down their faces, their chests and shoulders. She could see it gleaming on his arms and could feel it on his back. Some of his glorious hair was plastered to the sides of his face because of it. It stuck to her arms and hands and she was sure that it did the same with his back. He didn't seem to mind, didn't pay it any attention. Instead, his focus was on her, his hips slipping from a short, quick rhythm to a long slow one that included rotating them in such a manner as to draw deep groans from her throat.

And still, the pleasure grew.

~*~*~*~*~

"If you are ready, Janika." The vampire behind her slowly withdrew his fingers, leaving her feeling empty. She looked at him over her shoulder and nodded her head. She watched as Jean Claude squeezed some clear liquid into his hand. Very slowly, his motions sensual and graceful, he coated the length of his shaft in the glistening fluid. Then he poured more onto his fingers, which he smoothed around the small ring of muscle and then further up inside of her. "We will do this slowly, until you are accustomed to us both. I would ask that you remain still until then. I have no wish to harm you."

Janika nodded once more, then turned her attention back to Asher. Their eyes locked and held. She felt the head of Jean Claude's cock touch her ass, simply sit there and wait. Then he slowly pressed forward, a scant centimeter at a time. Despite the work of his fingers, she was still tight and had to fight against the urge to clench down.

It took a minute or two, but he was eventually fully buried inside of her. She felt as if she were stretched past the breaking point, both men so large and thick inside of her. But it was a deliciously wicked feeling, too. Her muscles tensed and rippled in an attempt to either accept or eject the cock lodged in her ass. She felt both Asher and Jean Claude shudder, the tremors passing into her from where they were joined. She moaned long and loud, her body already on the very edge.

All was quiet and still for several long moments. Asher's hands stroked down her arms and back while Jean Claude's cradled her breasts and teased her belly. It was so hard not to move, to simply remain still. She wanted to rock back and forth on both of them, wanted to feel her body unravel and explode and remake itself around them. Wanted to feel them fill her with their seed. Wanted them to drink from her.

The quivers and shakes subsided, leaving her anxious between the two of them. Asher's hands cupped her cheeks to bring her attention to him. "Are you ready?" he asked softly. She thought about it for a moment, shifted slightly and moaned. It was all the answer he needed. He smiled at her, took her hips and pulled back to thrust into her. When he pushed in, Jean Claude pulled back.

~*~*~*~*~

Tension spiraled upward from Isis' center, born of their bodies joined together. She clung to him, both with her arms and legs and with her muscles. He fit her perfectly, as if he'd been made for her and she for him. The sweet friction was about to drive her insane, her nails digging into his shoulders while her legs tightened around him and the muscled walls of her very core clutched at him wildly.

His hips moved faster, harder. Her head was thrown back, resting against the slick tiles on the wall. Her eyes were closed. Her mouth hung open, soft gasps and groans falling from her lips with each forward stroke. Little shafts of pain speared through her, the head of his cock slapping up against the muscled barrier deep inside. So sleek and thick and hard. All hers.

The nature of his thrusts changed once more. He picked up speed. He was no longer making love, instead fucking her as he sought his release. She could feel it building in him, the growing need to fill her up. He widened his stance, planted his feet carefully. His hands tightened around her ass, lifted her up and down fast and hard. It hurt and felt so good all at the same time. She wanted more, needed it. Wanted to orgasm screaming his name.

Damian slammed her back up against the wall, slid one arm under her ass to help her move while the other worked its way between them. She rode him, used her legs and arms to lift herself up and drop herself down. She shuddered when his fingers brushed her clit, wished that they were in a bed or a chair. Somewhere that would give them the traction needed.

"Come for me, my lovely Isis. Come for me and cry out your pleasure for all to hear," he whispered near her ear. His fingers pressed against her clit, then rubbed it until the tremors started up and down her spine. The moment she started twitching, he pinched the bundle of flesh between his fingertips. The pressure of his touch broke her wide open and she clawed at his shoulders, nearly screaming her pleasure while wave after wave of her release flowed over her.

~*~*~*~*~

In and out. Out and in. The two of them worked out of sync so that she always had one of them inside of her. Janika had to do very little moving on her own, her body constantly rocking back and forth with the motion of the men. Once they had their rhythms, their hands stroked over her skin, teased and taunted her until she thought she'd go mad with need. All she could do was hang on to Asher and ride them both. Hope that they wouldn't kill her with pleasure.

There was so much, pooling thick and heavy in her veins. She felt like she was swimming in honey. The desire that the two of them had brought to life within her was drowning her, pulling her under as it sought a way out. Sticky and sweet, it held her weightless while both men thrust so gently into her body, while they pulled back with great care. Part of her wanted to tell them to go faster, to drive harder. Deeper. But she knew they wouldn't. She was still human, too fragile. Both of them, both Asher and Jean Claude, had told her that they didn't want to hurt her. And she knew that it would kill something inside Asher if she got hurt.

It had damn near killed her when he'd been hurt.

They were whispering to her in French, words flowing past her too quickly to catch and comprehend all of them. There were some she caught. Most she didn't. But the meaning behind them was plain. They thought her beautiful. They felt privileged to be with her. She was so tight around them, so soft and gentle. So amazing. And there was more. Words she didn't think she was supposed to hear and understand. Words of love from one man to the other, from both men. Words of joy and happiness. Whispered words of regret that they didn't think she would catch or know. This was more than a threesome to feed Jean Claude's hungers, to keep Asher from hurting her. This was about two men who'd been hurt and torn apart healing one another. Caring for one another.

Warmth filled her, coursing through her blood to touch every part of her. She couldn't help herself anymore. She moved, somehow working with both of them. They thrust against her harder, worked themselves deeper and moved faster. She could feel the wildness that surrounded them, a nameless, seductive whisper that tried to pull her headlong into its embrace. If not for the anchoring touch of Asher's hands at her waist, of Jean Claude's lips against her back, she'd have gone to it. And she'd have been lost. They were keeping the beast at bay, saving her from it. Protecting her.

~*~*~*~*~

Words fought for dominance over the panting breaths Aedan took. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't form the sentence that would beg and plead with him for what she needed him to do. Desire warred with common sense and won. Jaw clenched, she waited for one of his too slow thrusts forward and drove herself back. Her cry echoed in the room, a loud thing that held equal measures of pleasure and pain. Richard let off a warning growl behind her. "Aedan, don't."

She tossed her head to look at him over her shoulder again, let him see the intent in her eyes. The grip he had on her hips became painfully tight, an agony that stirred the thing lurking in the shadows of her mind. He wouldn't let her move this time, but it didn't matter. She didn't need to move her hips to get what she wanted. She had other options open to her. And she used them. The next time Richard pressed home, she tightened her muscles down around him and held him. Her entire body shuddered with the mini-orgasm that burst through her.

"Aedan." The word was short and terse, filled with the growl of his beast. It was a warning and a plea. Some part of her registered that she should be afraid, that she shouldn't be provoking him. But it was small and insignificant next to the hunger that grew with each of his thrusts. She wiggled against him, drove him just a little deeper. His fingers flexed and it was the only warning she had.

A loud moan tore from her throat as Richard began thrusting hard and fast. She felt herself moving with him, her hips rocking into his with each and every stroke. It didn't matter that she knew she'd be stiff and sore in the morning, that she'd likely be bruised. All that mattered was the feel of him filling her over and over again, his cock driving in and out almost forcefully. Fucking her, like he'd promised he would.

The arduer crawled through her, encouraged by the way his hips slammed hers and the vigorous manner in which he pistoned himself in and out. Her body clung to him when he pulled back, tried to keep him buried deep inside, and welcomed him hungrily, wetly, when he pressed back in. Faster and faster, harder and harder. She could hear him growling, could feel the swell of his power as he beast rose toward the surface. Her muscles were so tight, she felt as if she would shatter upon completion.

Her face was buried in the mattress, the air hot and stale as she gasped for breath. One hand loosened its grip on her hip and crept around her body. His fingers brushed her clit, drawing a moan from her throat. Her body went tense as he stroked and fingered her right into her orgasm. He shoved deep and held himself there, body tight against hers. She felt the twitch of his cock, the swell of it, then he was filling her. Both with his seed and his power. She hadn't even had to ask.

~*~*~*~*~

Minette let go of the last of her control at the same moment his fingers touched her clit. The arduer roared to life and washed over both of them. Her body jerked against his while lights flashed across the darkness of her closed eyes. The tension shattered into small, sharp, jagged pieces that cut at her and tore her pleasure from her. She gave a keening cry and ground herself down against him.

The entire time, Shang-Da shoved his hips up into her, straining as if he were trying to burrow himself deep. His erection was too hard and too thick inside of her, pulsed as he shot thick ropes of his seed into her. His power and the lust he felt washed over her, sucked up by the arduer. She was still rigid over him, his finger prolonging her orgasm while he came. He flipped them so that she was on her back on the mattress, his body making its last few shallow thrusts into her to milk itself empty.

The hunger slowly faded, as did the thick fog of lust. They lay together in a tangle of arms and legs, torsos heaving and slicked with sweat. He looked down at her, eyes gone back to normal. A small smile played at the corners of his mouth. He leaned down and pressed an almost chaste kiss to her lips. "What?" Minette asked, her voice just a whisper of sound.

"Let me know if you get hungry later," he told her, a hint of a growl trickling into his words. She cocked a confused brow at him in question. The smile became a grin. "I think I might be able to find you something to snack on."

~*~*~*~*~

A faint pain blossomed in Isis' throat. It quickly gave way to the most amazing pleasure. Her body shuddered and rippled around him, her groan long and loud as he drank from her throat. His hips worked fast and hard, his cock driving in over and over again until she felt him swell, felt him twitch inside of her. Felt him explode and fill her with himself. He came with a loud groan that reverberated up and down her throat.

Then they were simply tangled together, their limbs limp and weak while they gasped for breath. Damian whispered something in another language. She didn't know what he'd said, but she felt a sense of peace fill her anyway. One hand planted against the wall, he reached out and shut off the water with his other. She licked his throat, nipping at the flesh as she struggled to find herself back. "Dear God, Damian," she whispered, trying to keep her hold on him. "That was amazing."

"That is only the beginning, my sweet," he promised, giving her a kiss. He pulled away from the wall, carried her out of the stall and into the other room. When he set her on the floor before the bed, she noted that he had a towel in his hand. He wrapped the thick rectangle around her and began drying her off. She allowed him to pamper her, watched him silently as he wiped the droplets of water from her skin and his. Then he scooped her up and settled her in the bed.

His mouth took hers, a searing kiss that curled her toes and scrambled what little amount of her wit she'd gotten back. "There's so much more to come tonight. I will love you all night long."

"Sounds like heaven."

~*~*~*~*~

Tension pulled Janika's muscles tight, made her pant and moan out wordless pleas for relief. She needed release, needed to feel the flood of golden pleasure rush through her and take her thoughts from her, steal her breath until all she knew was the touch against her skin. Soft moans filled the air, the slapping noise of flesh. When Jean Claude reached for her, she allowed him to pull her up into his arms. A little shaft of pain skittered through her and left her mewling. He whispered softly in her ear, drove all thought of pain from her until she basked in the beauty of his voice and the desire she heard in it. His tongue touched her throat, then there was a nothing but pleasure.

His fangs sank deep and he drew her blood into his mouth. At the same moment, Asher's fingers stroked over her clit. She cried out her release, her body breaking into tiny pieces even while Jean Claude's hips still moved against her back. He stilled only a few thrusts later, his cock twitching inside of her as he came. As soon as it began, it was over and she found herself leaning against his chest, trying to catch her breath.

"Janika, mon ange," Asher's voice cut through the haze. She stared down at him and smiled, knowing instinctively what he was asking for. She felt Jean Claude withdraw, though he remained behind her. His hands continued to hold her, helped shift her hips up and down over Asher's erection. Then she was in her lover's arms, his lips kissing a hot path from the corner of his mouth toward her neck. She felt the ghostly touch of Jean Claude's hand against her belly, then he was stroking her back to orgasm.

This time, she came as she screamed. Asher's mouth was locked to her throat, drinking from her as if she were an oasis spring in the middle of a dessert. And the pleasure. Dear God, the pleasure. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before. Her body turned liquid in his embrace, melted into nothing, only to be reformed into a shining, golden vessel of pleasure.

It wasn't until she heard a soft voice in her ear that she realized she'd slid into the darkness for a short while. "Asher, enough. Do not take more, mon ami."

Her eyes fluttered open to find Asher staring at her, blue eyes filled with concern. She offered him a drunken smile. "Hey, sexy. Did I miss the party?"

Rich, melted chocolate and wrapped in velvet laughter filled the air and all was right with the world again when Asher merely smiled, then hugged her gently to him.

~*~*~*~*~

SuckityoubitchsuckitandswalloweverythingIgiveyouandchokeonmycockandmyseedswallowmycumand...

He groaned, fingers so tight that he could barely shift his erection back and forth through them. His nails cut into it, brought up more blood. And then he went stiff, cock erupting in spurts as he came.

~*~*~*~*~

Energy danced hard across Aedan's skin, a million stinging ant bites that only served to enhance her climax. She came hard, with a soft scream, body convulsing around his as it soaked up every last bit of power he had to offer her. He thrust again, half a dozen times or more, before finally leaning over her back. He was panting for breath, slicked with sweat, still so large inside of her.

With careful motions, he withdrew. Aedan winced and tumbled limply to the bed. Richard surprised her by lowering himself down beside her and collecting her into his arms. They lay panting on the bed together, a tangle of sweaty limbs and hair, with her head resting on his shoulder. She was sleepy and full, spent and replete at the same time. One of his arms wrapped around her loosely, holding her close to him. "Get enough or do you need more?"

"I'm good," she muttered sleepily.

"So then things are..." he trailed off, searching for the right word. Aedan lifted her head to look him in the eye. The wolf's amber had faded back to chocolate brown and she was simply looking at a man.

"Everything's cool, Richard," she told him before settling back down. He chuckled, prompting her to hit him. "Don't let it go to your head. You were good. You filled me up. In more ways than one. And I might be tempted to do so again."

"I seem to recall you said only once," he replied smugly.

"I might be tempted to do so again. But you can be such an asshole." He must have been well sated because he laughed, a fully, throaty sound that echoed through the room and warmed her more than it should have. Yup. Definitely an asshole.

~*~*~*~*~

Rhiannon felt as if she were so full of it, she'd burst. Thick fingers of pleasure and desire were creeping into every part of her body, pressing against her skin as if it wanted out. She silently willed him to move faster, to drive deeper and take what it was he needed from her. Give her what she wanted in return. She was so close, every inch of her tight with the need to climax. He drove harder, faster, muscles tense and straining as he worked at holding that one part of himself back and please her all at the same time.

"Nathaniel..." she panted, her fingers curled into his back as she held on. "Please. No more. I..."

He said nothing, simply nodded his head and gave all of his attention over to bringing their encounter to a close. Desire rode her, poured across her every nerve ending to send her into overload. Tension spiraled up inside of her, growing thinner and thinner, growing so taut that she felt like a guitar string over tuned. One good pluck and the tension would give, then she'd split in two. She wanted him to stop simply strumming her strings, to start plucking so that she split and shatter and break.

"Come for me, Rhia." Nathaniel's voice was a soft whisper. Her hand slid between them, able to do so because he'd lifted slightly up and away. Her fingers found her clit and stroked firmly, timing her touches to his thrusts. He swelled inside of her, twitched. She flicked the little nubbin with a nail. The tension broke. Her body splintered into thousands of brilliant rainbow hued pieces, ribbons of streaming light playing across her vision. Her cry echoed loudly in the room, joined by his own as his cock slid deep and stayed there, as he filled her with his seed.

They came back to earth, wrapped tightly around one another. His face was buried in her throat, his body limp against her own. She ran her hands through his hair, teased them across the softness of his skin. She had a moment's notice, felt the scrape of teeth. Then he bit down hard. Not enough to break skin, but more than enough to leave a mark behind. "Nathaniel?"

He lifted his head and looked at her. His eyes were dark with his feelings, deep pools that sucked her in and held her. The smile he gave her was predatory and masculine. Then he rolled to his side, taking her with him to tuck her against his side. "You're mine now, Rhia. No one else can have you. No one."

~*~*~*~*~

Jean Claude followed behind Asher and Janika, watching the two of them together. Now that they'd had their encounter, the two of them were as relaxed before him as any pair of young lovers new in their courtship and feelings. She leaned on him, still wobbly after her short nap and a quick shower. Asher had suggested taking her out for dinner and Jean Claude had agreed. She needed something with iron to help with the weakness. When Janika had suggested that he come with, a soft smile on her face, Asher had immediately added his voice to it. They were on their way upstairs to the parking lot, where the car waited for them.

He hadn't wanted to interfere in their evening, but neither of them would hear anything about it. They wanted him with them. It felt wrong, as if he were intruding on their happiness. It made him wonder when, and if, he'd ever have a chance to do these things with... He stopped and shook his head. He shouldn't be thinking about such things. Aedan was an unknown quantity and he didn't think he'd ever figure her out. He wasn't sure if he was attracted to her simply because she was a beautiful woman or if somehow, Anita had colored his perceptions of her.

He'd felt it when she'd finally let go of and fed her arduer. He'd felt Minette feed, too. It had driven him into his actions with Asher and Janika. He hadn't intended to share their bed, only ensure that he'd been able to feed without physically harming her and, as a result, mentally harming himself. Jean Claude didn't think that Asher would survive the guilt if anything were to happen to Janika. Whether Asher had admitted it or not, his feelings for the petite redhead ran deep.

The thought of feelings sent his mind back to Aedan. He disliked that he couldn't stop thinking about her. Even when he was working on business or dealing with a problem, she was there in the back of his mind, taunting him with the sweetness of her kiss and the softness of her breasts when they'd pressed against his chest. He almost wished he could have seen her when she'd climaxed, watched her soak in the power around her. That wish was part of what had seen him taking Asher's request so seriously. The need to feel soft, feminine skin under his hands had driven him straight into the bed with them.

"I thought we would try that new steak house on the other side of town," Asher's voice cut into his thoughts. They were almost to the top of the stairs. He offered them a smile.

"I think that is an excellent suggestion," Jean Claude smiled at them. He turned a concerned gaze toward Janika. "How do you feel, my dear? Are you well enough to go?"

"I'm fine. Just a little tired. But a meal sounds good. And I wouldn't miss spending my evening in the company of two of the hottest men in St. Louis," she smiled up at him. Jean Claude watched as a smile slid across his second in command's face, a flood of warmth that blood would never be able to supply.

"Very well, then. The dinner is, of course, on me. You may order whatever you wish to eat," he shot her his own smile. Asher turned to look at him, offering a faint smile. Jean Claude nodded at him, then motioned them forward.

The door, guarded by one of his vampires, was opened for the three of them and Jean Claude allowed the two of them to go ahead of him. He wasn't sure he wanted to go, but they'd been so insistent. He didn't want to disappoint them.

The night was clear and crisp, the wind holding a chill to it that announced the coming of winter. Janika was wrapped in a warm jacket, leaning almost too heavily against Asher. He had his arm around her to offer her his support and keep her on her feet. It was a sign that she should have rested for the evening. They could have gone to dinner tomorrow evening, when she had some energy back. He'd tried to convince them both that it would be for the best if she'd had a chance to rest. They'd both taken blood and left her weak. Again, neither of them had been willing to wait and he knew they'd have gone without him if he'd said no. He was along as much to protect them as to ensure that nothing went wrong.

Something trickled through him, some sense of unease. He glanced around, wondering what could be causing such feelings. His instincts had kept him alive for a very long time and he wasn't about to start ignoring them now. Before he could find anything that would account for the impending sense of wrongness that filled him, he was drawn from his introspection by a touch on his arm.

"Jean Claude?"

Janika's voice called him fully out of his thoughts. He turned to look at her. "Pardon me. I was lost in thought. I am truly happy for both of you. Asher deserves someone who will love him. Someone he does not have to share."

She laughed at his statement, then went up on tip-toes to press a kiss to his cheek. He smiled down at her, pushing his worries and concerns away. Seeing his old friend happy like this was worth more than all the money he could ever have in his lifetime.

Asher laughed and tightened his hold on her. "Is that envy I hear in your voice, Jean Claude?" he asked, then leaned down until he could almost whisper his words in her ear. "I believe he is jealous of my good fortune, mon ange. You are far too beautiful for even one such as him to ignore."

"You're full of it, Asher. But keep talking. I like what you're saying," she grinned at him. He took her lips for a heated kiss that left her blushing and breathless.

"Come, children. We should go before it gets much later. Janika will need to rest eventually." The two of them laughed and, as a group, they moved for the car.

~*~*~*~*~

He'd barely withdrawn his hand from his pants when the door opened and he saw her. She was with the demon again, leaning against him heavily as if she were weak or tired. Another demon joined them, this one dark headed and just as perfect as the blonde one. They walked with her together, the demons and his angel. The new one said something and she turned a smile up at him, went up on tip-toes to press a kiss to his cheek. The blonde spoke and she gave him her full attention, gave him a full smile that blinded and bedazzled. The blonde leaned down and took her lips in a full kiss that saw his heart pounding loudly in his chest.

One bloodied hand slid into his coat pocket to finger the contents lovingly. The cold metal was a reassuring weight, a solid presence that made promises he could hear. Everything was going to be alright. He was going to save her.

He was going to save his angel...

~*~*~*~*~

He only had a moment's warning before it happened. There was shouting from the other side of the lot. Something about demons and angels. The door to the limo opened and Truth climbed from the vehicle. He was in motion before Jean Claude could even think to issue orders. "I'm going to save you!" a voice shouted from the shadows.

Time froze to a slow, painful ticking of the clock as he heard the hammer cock back. The trigger clicked. The hammer slammed into the back of the gun. The sound of the shot was loud in the darkness.

Everything sped up and descended into chaos...

~*~*~*~*~

Aedan jerked from a light doze, only vaguely noting that there was a warm body beside hers. Something had woken her, some kind of sensation or feeling ripping through her head before being ruthlessly cut off. She scanned the room with wide eyes, looking for the source of unease. There was nothing there, no one lurking in the shadowed corners with eyes blazing and toting a gun. There was nothing.

"Aedan?" Richard's voice was soft with sleep and confusion. She turned to glance at him and saw that he was blinking his eyes, trying to clear them. "Something wrong?"

"I don't know." She shook her head and rose from the bed. He sat up behind her.

"What happened? Did you see or hear or feel something?" She heard the rustle of the sheets, letting her know he was climbing from the bed.

"No. Nothing, I..." her voice trailed off and she considered that. She felt nothing, could sense nothing. Jean Claude was gone from her head. Ever since she'd ended up with Anita's powers, she'd been able to feel him at the back of her mind, an ever present nuisance that she'd had no time for. She'd mostly ignored him. And now, that sensation was gone.

"Aedan?" Richard sounded more alert now. She heard him inhale deeply, obviously scenting her. "You smell of fear. What's wrong?"

Jean Claude was gone. For some unexplainable reason, her heart seized at the very notion that something had happened to him. Fear spiked through her and she jolted into motion. She barely noted what she was putting on. The leather pants were close and she tugged them back on, angry at the delay she had to make by relacing them. Then she was shrugging into Richard's shirt. It was far more practical than what she had been wearing. More comfortable, too.

"Aedan?"

"No. No no no no no no no no no!" she spat as she dug out her Glock. It was buried under a pile of discarded clothing. She was out the door before Richard had even found his pants.

The few who were awake and in the living area turned curious eyes her way as she ran barefoot across the floor. The big, heavy door that guarded the lair gave her pause and she swore as she tried to tug it open. When it gave, she swore even more because she stumbled, then ran again.

She was on the stairs when Minette joined her. "Aedan? What is it? I felt something but..." she sounded sleepy and confused.

"Jean Claude. Something happened. He isn't here anymore." She rapped the side of her head with one hand and continued up the stairs. Minette was right behind her.

"Shit."


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