The Devil's Wolf

"So much better from the source, all nice and warm with no plastic after taste," she commented with a moan, her stomach heavy with the fluid, and her body warming as it worked to absorb it. She felt as if she needed to curl up on the bed and have a long nap.

"They were not as potent as you or your mother's blood," Elior opened the window to vent the acrid smoke from the carpet before walking by her on his way to the bathroom. She lazily watched him check his reflection, smoothing the waistcoat and fixing his hair. "A bit more like Cael's. Which is lucky," he checked his teeth in the mirror. "As I now have fifteen minutes until the press conference, which would be insufficient time to sober up."

"Is it cannibalism to eat your own kind?" Cael wondered from where he lay on the bed. "I am so full," he groaned, his hands on his stomach.

"Well, you did eat before your shower, too. Even vampires have limits as to how much we can consume," Elior dropped a kiss on Ashlynn's forehead as he made his way to the door. "We will tidy this up when I return."

"Ugh," Ashlynn stood feeling queasy. She knew what Cael meant. Her stomach sloshed with blood. The Wingless woman Elior had drunk from still lived, her heartbeat thready and her breath wet. Her eyes stared glassily at Ashlynn, the person behind them fading. "Elior didn't finish his food. But I don't think she can do much harm as she is."

She lay onto the bed next to Cael with a groan. "I guess I don't have to worry about the Wingless anymore."

"Not unless there is more of them," Cael agreed.

"What a cheerful thought," she grimaced. She sincerely hoped there were no more Wingless. They had proven very efficient at eradicating the descendants of Evelyn, and she was the last in the line. She was tired of being a target for no other reason than the origin of her birthright, especially one that had been a burden without any advantage. Even wings, she thought ruefully, were not worth being hunted over.

"I hope there are more," Cael's pupils had pinned and his grin was wide and savage. There was a dangerous glint to the red Other in his eyes. Greedy and fierce, she thought. "There is a nice... potency to the blood."

"Oh god," she regarded him with recognition. Elior's face often wore the same expression when he had drunk from her. "I think your own people's blood has an intoxicating effect on you, Cael. You look a bit like Elior when he has drunk from me. It didn't seem to effect Elior, at all," she added thoughtfully. "And I feel fine. Full, but fine."

"Just me then," the golden haired devil grinned revealing bloodstained teeth. "I feel like I have drunk too much wine." He tugged her down onto the bed and nuzzled under her chin his lips kissing and sucking and his teeth grazing her skin. "I want to f-k," he decided.

"Ugh," she groaned. "I am all sloshy with blood, Cael, I think I will vomit if you try." But she didn't resist when he peeled her clothing from her, coaxing and stroking until she rolled onto her side in complicity, so that he could rock into her, bringing their hips into alignment.

She moaned as he pressed kissed along the line of her shoulder and began to thrust into her, his hand stroking down her body to find the center of her pleasure. "I think I can hear my stomach sloshing," she complained. Cael's response was a hedonistic, guttural groan of gratification, his body pressing against hers and his breath in her ear.

There was no rise of sweat between them, she thought, no sense of breathlessness or exertion. Their changed bodies did not experience those things. But, where Elior had always felt cool against her before, Cael's warmth felt normal, because, she realized, her own body temperature was lower.

Cael was picking up speed, his grip on her hip tightening as he did so, holding her in place against the force of his thrusts, and his groans and grunts increasing in frequency as he neared his release. She slid her hand down her own body, bringing herself nearer to orgasm so that he would not come alone, and arched back against him, crying out his name as she came, and feeling him spill a moment after.

"Oh," he moaned into her hair. "That was good. So good. Better as a vampire, I think. Perhaps that is why my people are forbidden from f-king with the slaves. We would make ourselves extinct within a generation, becoming hybrids in order to f-k like them. I wonder if werewolves are the same?"

"Mmm, I wouldn't know about werewolves. But, yes, sex as a vampire is so much better," she reached behind to pat his arse. "I think I need to sleep the meal off though now. I don't know how Elior was able to feed and then cheerfully walk out."

"He didn't drink it all," Cael pointed out wrapping his arm around her and holding her body tightly into the curve of his. The feel of him against her was blissful, she thought, her eyes heavy, sated on blood and sex."I could sleep, too." "We will take a nap together then," she yawned. "And then f-k some more."

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The woman wingless sighed out a breath as she died.

"I guess we won't be asking her, then, if she has got any friends back home," Ashlynn shoved the body off the bed. "Wake me up if anyone else decides to kill us."She lay awake however as she felt Cael's body relax into sleep, thinking about how much her life had changed since the Wingless had totaled her Audi and Cael had appeared to rescue her.

She had wanted to be a werewolf so much that she had risked dying in order to achieve it. She never would be a werewolf now, she thought, but there was no sadness to the thought. She would not sacrifice her men, her vampire-devil hybrid and her vampire, even for a wolf.

It was a nice feeling, she thought, as if she had been incomplete before, and they had been her missing pieces.

She woke, her eyes sleep-heavy and her thoughts bleary, with Cael curled around her, his breath against her shoulder and his big body warm against hers. For a moment she was unsure what had woken her, or whether she had simply surfaced from sleep naturally. No, she had woken because Elior had entered, she thought, scenting her other mate in the room, along with his children. He must be back for the bodies, she reasoned.

"Elior?" She murmured groggily, not moving as doing so would disturb Cael.

Rebecca walked into view and dragged one of the bodies by it's feet, from where it had fallen beside the bed across the floor and out the door. Cael grumbled in his sleep, stirring, and rolled onto his back. Freed, Ashlynn sat up and watched Jacinta, perfectly put together in a sequined mini dress and heels, drag the last body out the door and close it behind her. She could hear the thump and snags of the bodies being pulled down the hallway as well as the rise and fall of the vampire women's voices.

"Go back to sleep," Elior murmured, sitting on the side of the bed, and stroking her hair back from her face. "We are just tidying up."

"What will they do with them?" She wondered.

"Dump them in the debris of our building and claim them as vampires, victim to human violence," he replied. The simplicity of the answer disguising the amount of thought put behind it, she thought. Elior was not a man given to action without fully weighing up the potential repercussions.

"Oh, that is clever," she wasn't surprised that he would think of something so devious, turning the disposal of bodies into a political manoeuvre. "By the way, I left a mess in mum and dad's den, and told them you would send someone to clean it up."

"Ah, I will send Nate, then. He has finally made his way back to us and he is sulking around the hallway. It will give him something to do to work the sulk off."

"I bet he was surprised to find that I had caught Caleb Roth for him."

"Surprised would be an understatement," he went to the door, leaving it open behind him as he went down the hall. She heard Nate's voice, but the conversation between them was muffled. After a moment, Elior returned and closed the door behind him. "He will go right away. I need to keep my in-laws happy, after all," he added with a smirk.

He removed his suit jacket and hung it neatly over the back of a chair so that it would not get creased, before loosening his tie letting it hang from his collar like a noose as he released the collar button. "We will relocate tomorrow," he told her removing the cuff-links from the cuffs of his shirt and folding them back, something that told her that he did not intend to get naked and in bed with her and Cael, which meant he was between meetings and simply taking a break. He set the cuff-links onto the table surface, and Ashlynn watched them roll lazily. Their gold faces bore the same family insignia as the ring on his smallest finger.

"I need to assume a more public role, to lead this world through this transition, and it is not practical to do so from this location," he told her. "It is not secure enough and there will be some who will seek to kill us. I have a country estate, half an hour outside of the city. It has a bunker... a bit like your people's dens, and it is fully fenced. We will go there."

"You are expecting more problems," she ran her fingers through the soft gold of Cael's hair. The devil was not as asleep as he appeared, and his eyes opened a slither before closing again. He was content to lay in his drowse without contributing to the conversation. He was beautiful, every feature on his face perfect, she thought, as if an artist had carved him lovingly out of stone, considering the effect of each feature from every angle. There was no bad angle from which to view Cael, he was always beautiful.

Just looking at him was a temptation to see if she could seduce him out of sleep and into a round of sex but, she refocused on Elior. Her other mate needed her more than this one. She could see the weariness in the pallor of Elior's skin, in the shadows beneath his eyes, in the tension of his jaw and the set of his shoulders straining the fabric of his shirt. He gave the impression of utter and effortless control, but underneath, he was working very hard, and against a burden he had carried for over twenty years.