The Devil's Wolf

Elior stepped out of her parent's en suite as she left the walk-in-robe with her selection, rubbing a towel through his hair, looking very edible freshly shaved, and with nothing but a second towel wrapped around his hips. "Well, hello," Ashlynn drawled. "And why are we showering in my parent's room?"

"I needed a change of clothes, which your mother found for me," he drew her against him, and leaned over to kiss her, his lips lingering. "And I thought I would not interrupt you and Cael by entering whilst the bed was still groaning." "You would have been welcome to join us," she stroked her hands over him as he kissed his way along her neck and eased her back into the en suite.

"Some other time," he closed the en suite door and slid the lock into place. "When I have the time to do so properly."

"I'm intrigued," she pulled his mouth to hers and stroked her tongue against his. "How do you join a threesome properly?"

"I'll show you when we have time," he chuckled and lifted her onto the vanity, opening her dressing gown. "I'm in between meetings, so this will be a little lacking in finesse as I am pressed for time." "Oh, I doubt it."

He dropped the towels and drew her hips to the edge of the vanity, sinking into her with a groan and immediately picked up speed. "Oh f-k," she gasped.

He was short on time, but he wasn't short of effectiveness, and she clung on as her body rode the wave of sensation. She felt his teeth and heard his groan as he drank from her. At least she wouldn't have to worry about whether he'd been fed, she thought.

His tongue swiped over the wounds, and his mouth met hers, sharing the flavor of her blood. His pupils were pinned, intoxicated, and he laughed, wildly, as she came, and he followed. He rested his forehead between her breasts and moaned. "You are my personal addiction," he said and inhaled. "And you're ovulating."

"Yeah," she was still catching her breath, stroking her fingers through his hair. "Cael mentioned it."

"We might not be fertile, but you and he will be."

"Yes," she grimaced. "I'm not sure how I feel about that. I'm not ready to have kids yet. He might find himself coming into latex until this has passed."

"I'm looking forward to the next stage," he brushed his lips against her collar bones as he lifted his face.

She looked at him in surprise and suspected he wouldn't have confessed that to her if he wasn't under the influence of her blood.

"Is that so?" She'd never considered the vampire perspective before. "Well, why not? I guess it makes sense."

"It's somewhat of a delicacy," he dragged his tongue up her throat tracing the vein that lay beneath her skin. "And I imagine, from a font, it will be an intense experience."

"You're so stoned," she caught his face between her hands and kissed him. "What are we going to do? You're meant to go to a meeting. You shouldn't have drunk from me before an important meeting."

"It's just a recording for social media. I will tidy up, and say my lines, and be sober by the time I need to make decisions," he replied, pulling her closer to him. "Mhm, Ashlynn," he kissed her hard.

"Stoned and horny," she laughed at him. "You're going to go on social media with a hard on."

"They just need chest upwards," he replied, his voice dark. "The rest of me could be employed in other pursuits."

"Are you asking me to suck you off whilst you do a social media post?" She stroked his hair back from his face. "How about another quicky, and then you can make pretty and do social media and come back to me if you feel you're up for another round."

"I'll take it," he ground his hips against hers, already stroking into another round.

By the time she made her way back to her bedroom she felt like she was bow legged. She had left Elior fixing his tie before the mirror, his pupils still tight, but his mannerisms more restrained.

The bedroom was empty, and her heart sank, until she noticed that the window was open. She stuck her head out, and found Cael sitting on the roof, watching children playing in the next yard. "They're my cousins," she told him. "My Uncle Ethan's children."

He stood and walked across the roof, completely indifferent to the height and potential fall - as only someone born with wings could be. She moved back to let him slide in through the window. He inhaled. "You smell like the vampire."

"I bumped into Elior whilst I was getting you clothes."

He drew closer inhaling. "I am finding his stench less offensive, perhaps because it's mixed with your scent."

"That's progress, so yay. Here's some clean clothes. Yes, they probably stink of werewolf, sorry about that," she put the clothing into his arms and leaned up to kiss his cheek. "You're not showering?" He frowned.

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"If we shower together, we'll end up f-king," she pointed out. "And I'm ovulating. So, it's probably not a good idea unless we want little cupids flying around."

"Cupids," he repeated, fighting back the smile that wanted to turn up the corners of his mouth.

"Yeah," she grinned. "I'll get some condoms, and we'll practice making cupids without actually making any, eh?"

He snorted but went into the bathroom without complaint.

She pulled on clothing knowing that she would reek of both her mates but deciding it couldn't be helped.

She needed to get her hands on some condoms, and quickly.

She went into the kitchen and found it empty. She could hear voices in the living room, Elior's and his children's and took her coffee up that way, poking a curious nose in to see that Rebecca was on the laptop, whilst Nate seemed to be asleep on the couch, and Jacinta held the phone recording Elior's social media appeal.

She tiptoed past them, knowing that they knew she passed.

On the front porch, she found her mother looking out over the front yard and sipping tea.

"Mum."

Ceclia smiled at her and turned, placing her hip against the porch railing. "Your father has gone out, to see what the situation is off pack lands. It is not safe for me to leave at this time."

Because of her blood, Ashlynn grimaced. For the same reason she probably shouldn't leave.

"I didn't thank you last night, for putting up with us all. It's a bit of an intrusion."

"It's not the first time Elior has used werewolves as a refuge," Cecelia replied. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised that he would take a mate from amongst the pack, he has always been more open to werewolves than many of his kind. He is a very interesting vampire."

"Yes, he is," Ashlynn sat on the swinging chair and sipped her coffee. "A very interesting vampire."

"Ashlynn," Cecelia sipped her tea and weighed up her words.

"Mum," Ashlynn braced herself. "I know my mates aren't what... Perhaps not what you were hoping for."

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"When you were born, your father and I made a vow," Cecelia set her tea onto the railing. "That we would raise you differently to how I was raised. I think it's something each generation vows when they have young. My mother called me Cecelia because she hoped that I would be born blind to the Other world as she didn't want to raise me as she had been raised by my grandmother, fearing what she was.

"My grandmother was so afraid of her lineage that she rarely left the house," she turned her cup, creating a ring of tea on the railing. "She would ward me at the door before I left each morning. She was so afraid that when she died, her ghost became trapped in the house she had made her cage and it took me ten years to free her.

"I didn't want a child blind to the Other world, nor did I want one blinded by fear. Your father didn't want you to be defenseless as I was when my grandmother died, and my own ignorance made me a victim to the Other world. For that reason, we raised you as we did, taught you to use your power, taught you to fight like a wolf, taught you to be daring and brave," she laughed wryly. "Perhaps we did too good a job. I don't think you've ever been afraid of anything your entire life. "Your choice of mates..." Cecelia held her hand out in a shrug. "You have chosen a difficult path, but that does not surprise us. You were always destined for an unusual life, Ashlynn, because of our heritage, because of what we are." "In my defense," Ashlynn protested. "I don't think mates are entirely up to personal choice."

"That's bullshit," Cecelia replied, her tone sharpening. "That is entirely bullshit Ashlynn. Certainly, some triggers are unconscious - pheromones identifying compatible mates - but you make the choice, ultimately. If you hated who that person was, if they repulsed you physically or mentally, you would reject the trigger, and move on. That was one good piece of advice my grandmother gave me after her death - that I could choose."

"Do you..." Ashlynn trailed off. She didn't want to finish the sentence because she didn't believe it. "I am happy with my choices," she finished.

"And that's all that should matter," her mother replied firmly. "And all that matters to your father and I. That you are happy with your mates. The rest," she pulled a face. "We can sort out."

"I am happy."

"I'm glad. I am happy for you."

"I must admit," Ashlynn smirked into her coffee cup. "I always thought Elior was damned sexy when I saw him on TV. I guess I was mentally prepared to f-k him stupid on the carpet when I saw him in person."

"Oh, god," Cecelia closed her eyes. "There are certain things you should not share with your mother, Ash. I have to look Elior in the face when I go inside, and now you've put that image into my head. I think I blame your Aunty Paris for your tendency to over share."

"I won't tell you what I did with Cael this morning, then," Ashlynn couldn't resist.

"I'm leaving." Cecelia took her cup to the front door.

"Mum," Ashlynn pushed off her toes to rock the swinging chair.

"Yes, Ash?"

"I've never been afraid of the Other world and I've never felt unprepared for it. I think you and dad did a good job, if my opinion matters at all."

"Oh, Ash," Cecelia dropped a kiss on the crown of her head. "We think we did a good job too."