The Witch And The Demon

Chapter 1

"Are you having second thoughts," He whispered.

Claris Jack shook her head slowly, swallowing the dry knot forming in her throat, hoping he wouldn't notice her nervousness. Her hand found the cool glass of peach vodka on a large chest, draining the contents quickly. She set the glass down. His chuckle echoed from the shadows of the room.

"If you don't want to do this, tell me," He spoke again.

She watched him approached her from the shadows. His hulking silhouette almost made her shiver. The dimmed lights of nearby lamps reveal his eerie handsome face. His gleaming silvery-blue eyes filled with concern.

"I want to," she said, mentally practicing what Jalamira taught her, Be cool, be cool. Take control of the situation.

Claris pushed away from the small wooden table, approaching the tall, dark haired demon. She reached her long slender fingers, caressing the smooth silk of his cheek. The physical contact sent a sensual jolt through her system. She forgot about her nervousness, feeding off of his needs and his sexuality.

She felt his arms close around her. His sizzling heat scorching the air. She felt herself being drawn closer against his rising cock. She heard a growl deep in his throat. He put his hot mouth on her neck, suckling her heated, moist skin.

"You taste delicious," he whispered.

She could hear the deepening in his voice. She brought her arms around his broad shoulders, clinging to the silky white shirt he wore.

His hand drifted down, grabbing the lacy edge of her mini dress. He inched the fabric, up scratching her heated thighs. Her own emotions ran havoc over her senses. She had reined them in lest he suspect her true nature. She gasped when his hand gently cupped her bare buttocks.

"No panties," he spoke in her ear, "Nice," He gave her tender ass a squeeze.

She let out a yelp. Jalamira never mention anything like this. She felt him twirl her around until the cushion edge of the bed hit the backs of her legs. Her dress continued to creep up her slender body. He pulled it over her head in one fluid motion. She instantly covered her exposed breasts with both hands. Ironic, since she wasn't wearing panties.

"You don't need to hide from me," He brought a hand over her bare stomach, gliding his fingers in a heated trail between her hands covering her breasts. His fingers nudge one of her hands as if to encourage her to move it.

She sucked in a sharp breath, and slowly lowered both of her hands to her sides.

Suddenly he stepped away. She looked at up at him questioning. Why did he stop? The insides of her thighs throbbed, and she found her hand creeping to her secret place.

"Lay down," He pushed her gently down on the red silk comforter.

She allowed him to lead her, her body sitting down on the edge of the bed, and then she laid back with her hands at her sides and her feet touching the floor. Her eyes still watched his face.

He stood above her, smirking. His face growing a vibrant scarlet from his arousal, " Go ahead and touch it. Let me see you fuck yourself." His own hands were busy undoing the rest of the buttons on his shirt.

She obeyed instantly. One hand brushing through the soft curls on her snatch, and the other moving to the inside of her thigh. She looked down her slender body to watch as well, fascinated by what she was doing. She always was curious about pleasuring herself. She spread her knees and slipped one finger between her engorged lips. Surprising herself with the feeling, she closed her eyes, drowning in the sensations. She almost forgot who was there with her. Opening her eyes, she froze at the sight of now nude bronze body under her gaze. Her heartbeat increased.

Her eyes drifted to what his hands were doing. She shook visibly all over, "Wow," she whispered.

This time he laughed, and stepped forward to stand between her knees. He reached down, grabbing her hand from her mound and pulled her to sit up. Then he guided her hand, wrapping it around his thick member.

"Touch me. Feel it," he growled.

When he moved his hand away, she gently stroked it until her fingers were around the thick base. She pulled her hand back, feeling the tight skin move over the hot, hard muscle. Her hand moved down and then up again. It felt odd, very different from her own. She stared at it in a trance, licking her dry lips.

"Taste me," He whispered. His hand gently grabbed her chin forcing her to look up at his face, "Open your mouth, Claudia," He commanded.

She shouldn't be obeying him. Jalamira told her to take control of the situation, but this was getting out of hand, and she couldn't disobey. She couldn't stop herself from doing all that he commanded her to do, without question. She wanted to please him. Make him happy. She opened her mouth as wide as she could. He slowly thrust his member forward, feeding his length to her. Instantly, she wrapped her lips around him.

He grunted in approval. His hands moved to back of her head, bringing her face closer to his pelvis.

Claris didn't need any further encouragement. She eagerly bent forward, her lips around the base. Her tongue savored the saltiness and bitterness of his member's fleshy surface. His hold changed from gentle to rough. His hips thrust forward with more force. She felt him hitting the back of her throat.

"Fuck yourself," he commanded.

She didn't exactly knew what he meant. However she remembered when he encouraged her early. She moved her hand between her thighs and started plunging one finger in and out, feeling her bodily juices flowing more freely, wetting the red silk comforter. She gave out a loud moan around his member.

He howled loudly, telling her how good it felt.

Suddenly, she felt him grab her hair, and pulled her mouth off him. He pushed her with his body, forcing her to lay back on the bed as he leaned on her. His eyes glowed crazy red now and elongated canines flashed with his grin. She placed her hands on the sides of his head, and lifted her face kiss him.

He seemed surprised but only for the moment. Then his hot mouth embraced hers. Their lips and tongues slid together, tasting each other. She felt his knee nudge her legs apart, then both of his knees were between her legs. She was still holding his head and kissing him, when he thrust into her.

Her hands moved to his shoulders and her body seized up at the assault.

He stopped moving, holding himself inside, looking down at her. "Are you okay?" he whispered.

"It's okay," she rasped, afraid that he would stop. She rolled her hips and lifted her knees to his sides. He hands rubbed the back of his shoulders.

He gazed at her silently, pushing into her again. His hips moved back and forth, getting deeper every time. She hooked her heels under his buttocks encouraging. She felt her own arousal return, raising her hips to meet his thrusts. He reached around her hugging her close. His lips move from her mouth to her neck.

She screamed her pleasure, her body building and climbing, clawing for something. Somewhere in the back of her mind she smelled burning. His skin was like hot steel. Then he stopped moving, but twitched inside her, and she felt the most wonderful liquid heat deep inside. 

---

Claris lay for hours under the sleeping fire demon. The morning was upon her. She had to get moving. Her cousin and her sister will worry. She did not want a scene with them breaking in the Red Dragon after hours.

She tried to slide from underneath him, but that proved futile. His body weighed down on her. It would be like moving a pile of bricks. She thought about waking him, but she didn't want to have to deal with his questions.

"Well here it goes," She closed her eyes.

Slowly her body transformed into smoke. Quickly, she drifted from the bed to the floor. Her body reformed, solidifying again. She quickly dressed, making sure there was no evidence of her being there. She looked down longingly at his sleeping form, then pressed a hand on her stomach. She will always have the fire demon with her.

She closed her eyes and imagined her sister, Kayla, wild red hair with and even wilder personality. Then her mind drifted to her cousin, Jalamira, short dark hair with laughing amber eyes.

When she opened her eyes, they stood before her, peering at her with suspicious eyes. She glanced around at the surroundings. The parking lot of the nightclub they arrived at had been abandoned, except for three cars.

Jalamira leaned against her cherry red convertible and crossed her arms over her chest. She smirked, "Had a good time?"

Kayla giggled beside her.

Claris narrowed her violet eyes, "Don't be crass, Jala. What are you two still doing here?" She stepped forward, opening the door to the passenger side, "I thought we were going to meet at the beach."

"We weren't sure about that guy. Heard some things in the club, after you left," Jalamira walked around to the driver's side.

Kayla nodded in agreement, slipping into the back seat. She closed the door at the same time Claris had.

"He was a perfect gentleman," Claris pulled on her seatbelt. Her muscles still ached. She didn't want to draw any more observations from her family.

Jalamira started the car. She shifted the gears into reverse, jamming on the gas. The sedan whirled around to face the entrance. She shifted into drive. They sped out of the parking lot.

Claris clutched her seat while her sister hollered in joy, "Ja! slow down. This type of speed is illegal here."

"Sorry," Jalamira muttered, slowing the car down.

"Hey Ja!" Kayla shouted from the back seat, "Tell Claris what we learned about her consort."

"Oh he's real bad news," Jalamira gushed. She pulled down her dark shades from where they rested on the top her head, "He's actually the owner of that den of sin."

"That doesn't make him bad," Claris said, refusing to believe the hogwash gossip.

"They said he is the Blood King," Kayla provided.

"What the hell does that mean?" Claris snapped.

Jalamira shrugged, "Don't know. But any name with blood in it is never good."

Claris grew sick of the conversation. Actually she was sick period. She could feel her body adjusting to the growing child inside her. There was a dizzying throb at the back of her skull, and her stomach screamed for food, "I don't care what he is called, or what he is. I will never see him again!" 

"Then our mission is successful?" Jalamira inquired.

Kayla let out an excited yelp, clapping her hands, "I will be an auntie."

Claris whispered softly, "It has to be secret, until the Council convenes again."

Jalamira resounded an agreement, "Yeah, we want Valena to think she's won for a little while longer."

"Let's hope this works," Claris leaned back in her seat.

The Coven Council was due to meet in a week. Then they will choose the new Blessed One. The one that the Goddess Isis will grant unlimited power. Claris' name had been thrown into the pot years ago by her father. He argued with the Council that it was tradition for a Jack to be blessed. Her aunt before her went through the change, and before her a great aunt. The only sacrifice was to produce a worthy male child to add to the Goddess' army.

Claris placed a hand over her stomach again,  extending her mind to the little boy who grew inside her.

---

Garrian Palestos jerked his head from the soft pillow. He covered his eyes, blocking out the piercing sunlight beaming into his room. He smiled, reaching out his arm.

A frown quickly formed on his lips. He turned his head to the empty space on his bed. Where the hell is she? He sprung from the bed, stalking around his apartment, opening the door of his bathroom.

Finally he grabbed his desk phone, dialing to the nightclub below.

"Hey boss," a bored deep voice spoke over the phone.

"Don't 'hey boss' me," he growled, " Why didn't you stop her from leaving?"

"The blond with the body?" Drake questioned.

"Who else, Drake,"

"I didn't see her leave."

Of all the incompetent... he shouted, "You let a slip of girl get the best of you!"

"Calm down! You know I will never let that happen," Drake quickly reassured him, "I was down here all morning. Didn't see a thing."

Garrian slammed down the phone. He placed his fists on his hips, looking around.

The red silk sheets on his bed were rumpled. He saw telltale signs of burning along the edges. His dark brow furrowed, could she have seen that? He tried to rein in his powers when he mated with a human. Unlike last night, he never lost control of the situation. He cursed again. He had to find her. Erase her memory. His frown deepened. He thought that he really liked this one. He had been drawn to her the moment they met. Throughout the night they talked with each other. He felt almost comfortable in her presence. Which did seemed a little odd, because he never allowed himself relax around anyone.

Taking a deep breath, he walked to his bathroom. The red and black tiled interior illuminated. Taking up most of the bathroom, was an oversize glass shower closet that was big enough for ten people. Groaning, he turned on the shower to steamy hot.

He did not flinch when the scolding water hit his skin. He thought about last night. The softest of her skin, her tightness hugging his dick. Her mouth. He ached to have her again. He looked down to see his cock standing at attention. He closed his hand around it, "Don't worry we'll have her again."

---

Garrian stomped out of the private lift.

Drake leaned over the shoulder of his younger brother, Claude. They glanced up. Their grim faces met him.

He approached, stopping in front of them. He crossed his arms, stabbing them with accusing eyes. His eyes moved between Drake and Claude, "What?"

"We were looking at the security tapes," Drake said. He stepped away from the security screen, "Was trying to find how she may have gotten out."

"And?" Garrian asked expectantly.

"See for yourself," Drake pointed to the screen.

It was the surveillance video of the parking lot. He saw a brand new cherry red BMW parked in the corner. Two women leaned against the side. Both he recognized from last night. They were with Claudia. The taller dark haired woman laughed at something the other had said. Her slender leather-clad body languidly stretched over the edge of the hood. Last night he wanted to approach her first, but Drake had already drawn her in conversation. The petite redhead looked a little to close to jailbait for his taste.

"What happened between you two last night," He looked up from the screen.

Drake smiled then shrugged, "Not much. Couldn't really do anything until you came back."

He watched the screen. A flash burst before the women. His lost lover appeared. His eyes widened. He backed away from the terminal, and his head turned to his cousin, "Did you mess with the tape?"

"This is the real deal, cousin," Drake spoke solemnly slapping on the shoulder, "When I saw the tape, I looked up all the species who had teleportation abilities. I couldn't come up with any besides us."

Garrian lowered himself into a nearby seat. His mind tried to wrap around the possibility of a female demon. However, they did not exist, so he quickly excused that thought. If she'd been some bizarre entity, he should have sensed that. He was the Blood King after all. He looked up at Drake, "Find them."

Drake nod, "Claude remembers the names on the IDs, but he suspects the redhead was fake."

"We need to find out quick," He rose from his chair, "I have an investor meeting," He said gruffly, walking toward the door, "Keep me posted on any developments."

Garrian slipped on his dark glasses when he exited the building. Already the Orlando streets were filled with cars. He walked to the parking lot, and to the spot where she had appeared. He sniffed around, and caught traces of her scent. Gardenia and a sprinkle of vanilla.

He turned and walked to his black miata. He slid into the driver seat, closing the door. He turned his key into the ignition, relishing the gentle hum of the engine. He put the car in reverse and backed up, then put it in drive, speeding out of the lot. His nose was still filled with her scent.

---

Chapter Two

"I'd like to deposit three thousand," a familiar husky voice spoke beside him.

Drake turned his head toward the nearby teller and her customer. He stepped back from his preoccupied teller to look over the cubicle divider. His eyes widen when he saw the tall dark-haired female from the Red Dragon club two weeks ago. She had longer hair now, and her clothes leaned more to a professional dowdy look instead of the dominatrix outfit when he first saw her. However he still recognized her, and knew her scent. What he needed was her real name.

"Okay Ms. Castairs, here's your receipt," He heard the teller say.

He watched as the teller handed her a thin white slip of paper. She gave the teller a slight smile putting the paper in her small black purse.

Drake quickly grabbed his own receipt, and stepped out in front of the dark-haired woman, "Fancy seeing you here," He smiled at her shocked expression.

She stepped back, "Oh..." Her amber eyes fixed on him.

He saw her quickly regain her composure.

She responded in cooler tones, "Drake... How have you been?" She took two steps closer. Her hips swayed in the gray pencil skirt she wore.

"Wonderful," He looked around and casually asked, "Want to get some coffee?"

She looked reluctant.

He tried to make himself look a little desperate, throwing a hopeful puppy-eyed look in for added dramatics.

She smiled, showing hits of pearly white teeth "I would be glad to, but I don't have much time. I have to be at work by ten."

"Johnson's Cafe is next door," he said, remembering the small mom and pop's cafe he had passed.

"Let's go then."

He held out his arm for her to take. They left the bank together in silence.

Once they were outside he spoke again, "You haven't came back to the club in a while."

A small smile touched her lips, "I've been busy."

"Yeah, I know how work can get in the way," he chuckled, "There it is," He pointed to the corner café.

They walked to the shop. He opened the door for her, following her inside.

"Order whatever you want," Drake whispered to her, "I'll take care of it."

"I really rather..." she started.

He held up a hand interrupting her, "Please... it will do me a great pleasure."

"Okay," She ordered a small chai tea and a blueberry muffin.

He chose a large cappuccino with chocolate, and a chocolate muffin. He paid for the order and they took their seats at a quiet spot in a secluded corner. Not many people were inside the cafe, so they had the convenience of a more intimate setting.

"Janice is it?" he threw out the false name she had given him at the club when they first met.

She cleared her throat and leaned forward and whispered, "Why don't you call me Jalamira."

"Jala-Mira," He imitated her pronunciation. She said it with such an odd accent, he only managed to stumble over the sound, "That is a rather peculiar name. Where is it from?"

"Just a name," She said turning to look at the counter, "I think our order is ready," She started to rise.

"I'll get it," He rose quickly.

She lowered back down in the chair.

Drake raced to the counter, almost afraid that she would change her mind about the coffee. He balanced their order on the provided tray, carefully walking back to their table. He placed their drink and muffin on the small table and sat down regarding her with a humorous look.

She continued to have a nervous look about her.

"It's really great running into you again," He spoke once more. He needed more information about her. Who was she? Why all the secrecy?

"Yeah... again just been really business with work and... things," She sipped her drink.

He took a sip of his coffee and leaned back. She wanted to play the game with him. So be it. "My cousin was really hung up over the way your friend left him that night."

She lowered her dark eyelids and looked down at her muffin, "He was?"

"Yeah been trying to find her everywhere," he grabbed his own muffin, slowly peeling back the thick papery cup underneath, "But he finally gave up."

"Seems she made quiet an impression," She chimed in. She took another sip of her drink, almost draining it this time.

"Like someone else I know," He gave her an exaggerated wink.

She gave him a reluctant half-smile.

What is wrong with her? This was not the cool, bold female from the other night. He would have sworn she must be her twin, if he hadn't recognized her scent.

"Thank you," she said then quickly took a glance at her wristwatch.

"Anyway, we should get those two together again," he spoke nonchalantly, "I know Garrian would be willing to take another go at it... maybe a double date?"

"Claris really doesn't have that kind of time these days," she said.

His dark eyebrows snapped together, "I thought her name was Claudia?"

Jalamira placed a hand over her mouth. She knew coming here with Drake was a mistake. At first she did not think anything odd, meeting him for a cup of coffee. Actually, if she got lucky, they would end up sweaty and smiling at some nearby hotel. She mentally cursed herself. Her heat cycle got her mind in a jumble. Under thick black lashes she watched his face twist into a thoughtful expression. Just her luck, he actually had a brain. She caressed her arms, rubbing them swiftly underneath the long sleeve silk blouse she wore. Despite the Florida heat and the absence of air conditioner at the cafe. She was freezing.

"Are you cold?" He asked.

"You want to get out of here?" She spit out. She connected her shoe with his leg running the tip of the toe up his jeans.

He grabbed her foot, firmly setting it down, "Not really," he said firmly.

She groaned inwardly. Drake was a little too smart for his own good. "That's okay," She muttered, leaning back. She felt edgy. His rejection gave a blow to her ego.

He reached over the table and gently put his hand over her hand, "Doesn't mean that I will never want to."

Her eyes met his silvery blue eyes. His long black hair flowed loosely around his tanned golden face. She was glad he wasn't wearing the ridiculous amounts of hair gel like the night they met. The loose dark locks softened his hawk like features and hard mouth.

Suddenly she heard a familiar heavy metal ring tone. She automatically slipped her hand out of his, reaching for the red cell phone in her purse, "I'm sorry I'm on call." She apologized turning the phone over to take a glance at the caller -id. Her heart slammed into her chest when she saw Claris' number appeared. Why is she calling me now?

"That's okay," he said.

Jalamira sent him another apologetic smile, lifting the phone quickly to her ear, "Hello," She spoke softly, turning her head to face the wall.

"Jala! You need to come now. Valena is here!" Claris strained voice practically shouted through the phone.

"What the hell is she there for?" She growled. That bitch had no reason to be near Claris.

"I didn't let her in. She has guys with her. They broke down the door!" Claris explained.

"Stay there. I'll be right over," Jalamira turned the phone off, rising quickly out her seat.

"That didn't sound right," Drake rose with her, "She seems upset?"

"I have to go," she hurried to the entrance.

She heard his heavy steps behind her. He may have heard Claris and the urgency in her voice. She didn't know whether to let him come along or blow him off. Could he even handle Valena's so-called private guard? She doubted even her ability to handle them.

"I'm coming with you," He told her in a determine tone once they got outside.

"Really, Drake, you don't need to come."

"We'll take my car," He grabbed her wrist before she could reject.

He dragged her over back over to the bank parking lot. They headed to his large black navigator. He ordered her to get in.

Again Jalamira decided to explain to him that he was not needed.

He barked at her again to get in.

Fuck, Fuck, Jalamira cursed, running around to the passenger side. She didn't have time to waste. Valena had not been happy about the final judgment of the council. Rumors had been going around that she started to amass an alarming number of dangerous allies.

Once inside, she closed the door. She turned to Drake, "Do you have any weapons?"

He gave her an alarmed look, "Uh, yeah, in the glove department," he started the engine. The vehicle hummed smoothly to life. He backed out and then threw it into drive, "Where does she live?"

She asked, "You know where 50 and Winter Haven is?"

Jalamira pulled a large glossy black pistol from the glove compartment. She checked the chamber to see if it was loaded.

"It's not loaded!" She shrieked.

"Of course it's not." He sped out of the parking lot, "The bullets are in the back, in one of the small cardboard boxes."

"Put the address in the GPS," He pointed at the screen in the dashboard.

"Alright," she hesitated before typing in the address. Automatically the screen lit up with a dark blue line drawn from their departure point to the large estate where Claris lived.

The mechanical female voice of the navigation system spoke, "At Granger Road, turn right."

Jalamira rolled her eyes heavenward.

He chuckled, despite the urgency of the matter.

Her phone rang again. She quickly answered it without looking, knowing instantly who it was.

Claris spoke in hush tones, "Where are you? They're in the house."

"I'm on my way, honeybee, just hold on. Did you try to contact your parents," She asked, reaching into the back of the glove compartment, feeling for the box of bullets.

Claris whispered, "I tried to get a hold of them, but I keep getting a busy signal," Claris let out an exasperated sign, "I didn't think she would be that angry."

"Missing out on a chance to be top dog. I'd believe it... Yes!" Jalamira let out a shout when she found the box. She quickly grabbed it, pouring the contents in her lap.

Claris hissed, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Coming to rescue you," Jalamira pulled open the chamber and quickly started placing the gold and silver bullets in.

Claris gasped.

"What is it?" Jalamira  asked

"Hurry... bye," Claris ended the call quickly.

"Bye," Jalamira dropped the phone in her lap.

"So you've done this before?" Drake finally said. He had been listening quietly all along.

"I like guns," She continued to load the chamber until it was completely full.

"Tell me something," He asked, " Why doesn't she just blink out of there?"

"She can't just blink out of there when she's pregnant," Jalamira froze. What the hell did he know about teleportation? That was a secret maintained by highest Witches in the Coven. She slowly turned her head to see Drake's face set in a grim expression.

"Pregnant?" he repeated with a wooden tone.

"Look, Drake. I'll explain everything later."

Drake nodded his head, "I better call Garrian."

---

Claris huddled behind the locked master bedroom door.

Valena and her men had forced their way through the thick oak front door. She had immediately grabbed her father's rifle from the cabinet, along with a handful of bullets. Then she ran up to the master bedroom bolting inside. She couldn't understand why the wards fell so easily. Her father assured her they were solid.

"Claris darling... Where are you?" Valena false sweet voice echoed.

Claris gasped as another rippling pain hit her stomach. Her baby seemed to be very agitated. He felt vulnerable in her womb. She couldn't gather the slightest bit of juice to transport to safety.

Outside the door, there was the thunder of heavy footsteps. She heard furniture crashing and fabric tearing. They were getting closer by the moment. Where the hell was Jalamira?

"Claris... Could you be that predictable," Valena's sickly sweet voice spoke outside the bedroom door, "Why boys, I believe she is in the master bedroom with the rifle."

Claris swallowed hard. She backed away from the door, aiming the barrel of the shotgun. Her finger firmly planted on the trigger. Come on Bitch, make your move, she whispered to herself. Sweat on her forehead beaded profusely. She ached to wipe it away, but she had to concentrate.

"Claris... Love," Valena spoke through the door now, "I really don't want to hurt you."

She remained silent. Valena tended to get off, knowing someone is suffering. She's the one her father sent, to dispense with their enemies. Her military training had came in handy many times for the Coven. Unfortunately, it backfired on them. Claris steadied the weapon, willing herself to stay calm. Hopefully, Jalamira will get here in time. Why the hell her cousin chose to attend work today? Claris' father owned the damn company. She exhaled.

"The baby is an abomination," Valena continued to taunt her, "Imagine breeding with a fire demon? What will your child look like?"

Claris shouted, "He'll look like his father!" It almost took all the energy she had. She felt herself waver.

"A beast," Valena giggled uncontrollably, "A scaly, slimy beast." She stopped giggling, then spoke softly, "Is that what you want to present to our Goddess?"

"She didn't seem to have a problem with it before," Claris responded.

"That's because she is thinking what everyone else is," Valena continued her verbal assault, acting like she had all the time in the world, "Beautiful, blond Claris will produce a beautiful, blond child."

There was silence after that.

Then Claris heard noise downstairs. The estate sirens went off.

Valena's men started shouted at the top of their lungs, almost sounding like beast themselves.

Shots rang out.

Valena screeched loudly.

Claris sense Valena's presence had left the mansion. She scrambled to the door, wrenching it open.

Jalamira shouted from downstairs, "Claris!" Her hurried steps were coming up the stairs.

"Jala!" Claris shouted, then followed with a scream. "Ughhhh!" She doubled over in pain. Her vision blurred and her body crumbled to the floor.

"Claris," Jalamira ran to her cousin's side. She shouted, "Drake!"

Drake ran up the steps to the second floor balcony. He looked down at the writhing blonde woman, then looked up at Jalamira. He hurried forward, kneeling down beside them.

"What do we do?" He yelled above Claris loud moans.

"We have to get her to the Temple," Jalamira stood up, "Madame Elaine will help her!"

"Temple?" He reach down, cradling the helpless Claris. He rose slowly, lifting her in his arms, "She's having a demon baby. She needs to go to Winston!"

"Winston!" Jalamira shouted, "Who the hell is Winston? Elaine knows more about her pregnancy," she walked past Drake.

"Winston has been delivering demon babies for over a thousand years," He argued, "It would be better to get him to look at her."

Jalamira rolled her eyes, rounding the corner leading Drake to the landing of the stairs.

Suddenly a suffocating heat hit her face.

She stepped back, clutching her throat. Her eyes scanned in the bottom floor. The doors hung limp on their hinges. The whole bottom floor had been ransacked. A tall dark form marched through the destroyed entrance. Her eyes widen at the familiar face. Of course he called his cousin, she mussed, but how? She didn't see him use a phone.

Garrian held up an upturned hand, "Come quickly, Drake. I told Winston to expect us."

Jalamira turned to Drake, "But..."

Drake gave her an apologetic look, "Winston will be good for her," He hurriedly carried Claris down to the waiting Garrian.

Jalamira exhaled, following them. Maybe she could hide out in Alaska. Uncle Calen hated the cold weather.

Garrian lifted the weak, sweating Claris from Drake's arms and looked down at her. She seemed smaller than when they last met. His eyes drifted lovingly over her limp form. Her face was scarlet red and damp from the sweating. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened. Then her head rolled limply towards him.

She opened her watery violet eyes, "Garrian?" She whispered.

"Later," he commanded.

He sensed her need to start explaining to him. However he had no idea if those creatures roaming her mansion will return. He hugged her close, carrying her out of the front door, and down the wide concrete steps to his waiting car.

Some of the clan members that came with him, were roaming around the front yard near the large black vehicle. They sent him a mental message, telling him that the mansion had cleared.

Drake hurried forward, opening the passenger door.

Garrian lowered her in the leather seat, trying to situate her comfortably. He closed the door, with her inside.

He stood up quickly looking around, "Where the hell is her family?"

"Right here," a female voice responded behind him.

He turned completely around to face the tall dark-haired woman. Drake's little crush. He gave her a frozen glare, "Where the members of her family?"

Jalamira huffed, "New York," her eyes went to Claris, "We had no idea this would happen."

"You should have took precautions," He stated with a harsh tone. Then he nodded to Drake, sending him a message to bring her along.

Garrian jogged around to the driver's side and climbed in, starting the engine, and throwing the car into drive. He sped around the large circular driveway and out the gate.

"I'm sorry," Claris whispered softly.

He should be angry. He knew that much. He had basically been made a fool of. He had almost been denied the knowing of his son. He should have nothing to do with her after the birth. However something pulled at him. He found he couldn't leave her.

He reached to the back seat with his free arm to cover her hand with his. He squeeze gently, "Don't try to speak. Winston will help you,"

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Claris opened her eyes at the cool touch of a hand. Her eyes glanced around the cavernous red and black room. It reminded her of Garrian's room at the Red Dragon, but decorated in a much older European style. She attempted to rise, but hands gently held her down. She looked up.

Jalamira loomed over her. Her cousin appeared haggard.

Claris felt a pang of guilt for putting the woman through this. "I'm still pregnant," She smiled weakly, caressing her exposed tummy.

"That's what Winston said," Jalamira brushed stray blonde hairs from her cousin's forehead, "He gave you something to make the pain go away."

Claris frowned at that, "Is that safe?"

"He said it was," Jalamira answered almost helplessly, "They didn't really ask my opinion on the subject."

"Do you think Valena will try again?"

"I don't know, but we need to beef up security now," Jalamira rose from her seat, " Your father is not going to like this."

"Were you able to contact with him and the others?"

Jalamira shook her head, "No." She looked thoughtful, "It's odd that no one answered. The phone just went to voicemail."

Claris supplied, "Father told me that he will call tomorrow. Maybe they are having a emergence ceremony commencing the start of the Council."

"Yeah... let's hope that's what it is," Jalamira strolled over to one the narrow rectangle floor length windows.

The sun burst through sheer white curtains. She could just make out the tops of trees. They seemed to stretch out for miles into the horizon.

Claris asked, "Where are we?"

"Palestos estate," Jalamira turned from the window, "It appears we are in the middle of no where,"

Her eyes drifted back to her stomach, "Did you tell him why?"

"He didn't ask ...yet." Jalamira approached the bed again. She still wore her dowdy office wear. She looked uncomfortable, rapidly rubbed her arms, making the thin silken material of the blouse wrinkle.

Claris asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Nothing," Jalamira gave her a nervous smile, " Just wondered when he will start the interrogation."

Claris knew it would be soon. Was he waiting for the baby to arrive? What will he do? Her own knowledge about demons stemmed from what her father taught her. His lessons about their nature were from a harsh prejudice. He scared her with harrowing tales of their savagery, but she had yet to experience any of what he mentioned, since being around Garrian.

"Do you feel any more pain?" Jalamira leaned against a thick oak column at the bottom of the bed. It held up the thick red canopy.

"Oddly enough no," Claris smirked. However she did feel extremely tired. Her stomach ached from the emptiness. She recalled only eating a fruit salad and some toast. The previous day taught her a lesson about stuffing herself so early in the morning. She spent the afternoon and evening bent over her toilet, "I am hungry," she admitted.

"Garrian said he'll have a plate sent up soon," Jalamira added, "Do you feel cold, too?" She grabbed a nearby blanket yanking it out and draping it around her, "They keep it freezing in here,"

Actually, Claris felt a bit heated, but did not want to voice her opinion. Her cousin appeared to be out of sorts for the moment. Being part wolf gave her some unpredictable moments.

"Thanks, Jala," She muttered. She felt her eyes getting a little heavy. She feared that her going to sleep, she would miss talking with Garrian. They had a lot to speak about. Maybe talking about her marketing plans for Halbourt solutions will keep her awake, "Sit and tell me about how your ideas for reconstructing of the marketing department went."

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Chapter Three

Jalamira softly closed the door behind her. Claris had unceremoniously fell asleep in the midst of their conversation. She signed. Claris needed her rest, and Jalamira needed a man. Her heat cycle intensified with the closeness of so much testosterone. Drake did nothing to alleviate her aching. He avoided her at every turn. Not even looking her way. Damn him. He was not the only meat around.

She headed down the wide dimly lit corridor. The estate was more like a castle than a house, set back in the Florida wilderness. So there was no quick ride into town. She saw almost nothing during the ride in. She cursed again. Damn him.

"Hello, Ms Castairs," a polite baritone greeted her.

She smiled at the broad shoulder brown haired demon, Claude coming towards her. She saw him at the club that night. He only treated her with politeness. Maybe he thought she was with Drake.

"Hello. Claude is it," She swayed closer to him, her head thrust forward.

"Yes. Um, Lord Garrian sent me to check on Lady Claris and yourself," He backed away from her.

She crowded him against a nearby wall. She leaned into him allowing her body to press into his. His silvery blue eyes ignited at the contact, but she still felt his hesitation, "She's asleep and I'm horny," She blow a cool breath over his lips. She placed her hands on the wall on both sides of his head, bringing her face closer.

His eyes widened.

"Now what do we do about it?" She grabbed his bottom lip between her teeth, sucking it as she pushed her pelvis against his.

"You take a cold shower," Drake spoke behind her.

Jalamira turned around she smiled. She leaned back into Claude's stiff muscled form, watching the enraged expression on Drake's face. "Hello Drake." She reached down, grabbing Claude's limp hands hanging at his sides, and pulled them around her, covering her aching breasts with them.

"What are you doing?" Drake stomped forward.

Claude tried to remove his hands from Jalamira's breasts, "Drake, she came on to me. I'm sorry man, I would never take your woman."

Drake stepped back, regarding her. His face was still red with anger, "You don't have to explain. Apparently someone can't wait when she's told too."

Jalamira continued to hold Claude's hands on her breasts, "I wait for no one," she rolled her hips, grinding her buttocks on Claude's cock, feeling it stiffen. She needed to get off now. Drake won't stop her.

"You'll wait for me," Drake growled. He grabbed her wrist pulling her roughly, almost violently, to him.

She let go of Claude's hands and leaned into Drake, her body slammed against his. She gave him a expectant look.

He looked over her shoulder at Claude, "Why don't we give her what she needs, brother."

"I don't fuck in groups," she spat out, pushing against him and twisting in his arms, seeking to break free.

"You will learn when I say wait, you wait," He pulled her snug against him. His thick arms were like steel around her.

"I'm not a dog for you to command."

"Enough of your back talk" He snarled.

She felt a suffocating wave of heat hit her face. The space around them blurred, and she found herself falling back into the middle of a large round bed with black silk sheets. She rolled over onto her knees, looking around. There was just the round bed in the middle of a barren room. The walls appeared to be covered in black fur. Small sconces adorned the walls, illuminating the room.

Drake stepped into view. A sensuous smile was on his lips, his silvery blue eyes flashing. He stepped to the edge of the bed, and reached out. His fingers grasped at the collar of her blouse, "Now you have a choice to either to be the obedient little slave, or a naughty child who will be spanked."

Jalamira stared with longing at him. Her heart hammered in her ears, she couldn't think correctly. Her heat rode swelled her emotions. She felt dizzy from the knowledge that she will soon be satisfied. She smiled ruefully at the thought of a group fuck. It was the reason she left her father's protection, choosing to live with her mother. Group sex was a part of the wolfen nature. Her father told her that it was required for the need to ensure a proper child. She argued that it was another perverted answer to the wolves' domination of their females.

"I'm waiting, Jalamira," He let go of her blouse and stepped back.

His brother joined him. Claude's eyes glowed a white light. His skin was flushed red. His canines protruding in his panting mouth. Oh he was turned up and on big time.

What the hell she thought. Always try something new every day. She leaned over onto her hands and knees, crawling to the edge of the bed. She lowered her head in an act of submission, bringing her face close to the bulge in Drake's jeans. She nudged it with her forehead, sniffing the glorious scent of his desire.

"That's it my love," Drake's voice grew gentler. He threaded his fingers through her dark curls, "I'll take care of you real good, baby," He grabbed a fist of her hair bringing her head up.

She was kneeling, and her head was now level with his face. He pressed his lips to hers, caressing her mouth more than kissing it. She was taken back by his gentleness. His lips left from her mouth, trailing small heated kisses to her ear.

Drake released her hair and stepped back, "Let us get you out of the clothes," He waved a hand over her body.

Her clothes melted away into ashes. Then his clothes dissolved too, as well as Claude's. She gasped at the sight of their perfection. Their bodies were more muscular, heavier than a male wolf's. Then before her eyes their bronze golden skin molted, revealing red scaly skin. When he stepped forward, she reached out at Drake's chest, running her hand over the slick glossy surface. The feel of his true form filled with her heart with wild excitement.

Drake sucked in his breath at the touch of her fingertips. He wanted her to explore his body, and accept him for what he was. He never allowed any woman to see his form. His sexual experience was limited only to human females. He wanted take Jalamira hard and fast, without inhibition. Despite her boldness, she was still very delicate and fragile. Females always were.

He moved onto the bed to join her. He communicated with his brother to do the same.

The bed dipped under their added weight. Drake slipped an arm around the her waist, and his mouth returned to hers. Her skin was hot. He didn't know if it was from his fire or her own. His hand traced the curve of her spine to the base of her neck. She shuddered against him.

His brother moved behind her. Claude bent and his face hovered over the high curve of her buttocks. He tongue delved between the two firm cheeks.

She let a delicate scream.

Not to be over done by his brother Drake dipped his head between her breasts. His tongue licked valley between her large huge sun-kissed globes. He moaned at tasting her sweet skin. He felt her hands running down his ribs to his buttocks.

She threw head back letting out a growl. "Oh Yesss!" she shouted.

He continued the assault on her breasts, capturing a coffee-colored nipple between his teeth. His tongue played with the metal ring that pierced her nipple. His hand reached down between her legs, plunging a finger between the bald lips, careful not to scratch with his long talons. Immediately his finger was coated with her gushing juices.

"Pull them," She begged.

He obeyed, locking his teeth onto the small gold ring. He gave it a gentle tug.

She watched his teeth pull the ring, causing her nipple to stretch out. She moaned and her hands squeezed his shoulders.

Claude hand reached between her thighs from behind. He pushed a finger into her, alongside his brother's finger. They worked their fingers up and down, plunging inside her, building up a constant tempo.

Drake felt her hand find his cock, fingers wrapping around the base. He watched her reach back with her other hand to grab his brother's cock.

She stroked them aggressively. Her ministrations caught the rhythm of their hands.

Claude groaned his approval.

Drake added his growl, pushing his pelvis forward to give her more of him.

At some point, Drake ended on his back. Jalamira was bent over his hips. Her hands still pumped his dick, and now her mouth sucked the tip. Her ass was in the air, and his brother's face was buried between her thighs. She moaned around his cock. He knew she was feeling the tips of Claude canines. He smiled, remembering to attempt that as well. He loved hearing her small sounds of pain.

Drake raised his hips, plunging further into her hot mouth, and grabbed her silky black curls with one hand. He growled his pleasure. Her mouth felt so good. She suckled greedily. He obliged, fucking her face with quick thrusts. He groaned. He felt himself giving way. He didn't want to end it already

He roughly pulled her head from his cock. Jalamira growled in protest. He saw her canines protruding in her panting mouth. Her pupils were dilated. Her face contorted in savage arousal.

"It's time, my sweet," He pulled her shoulders.

Jalamira crawled on top to straddle him, her large breasts dangling in his face.

Drake reached between her thighs and held his hard cock straight, placing the tip at her wet entrance.

She dropped her head, looking between her angling breasts to watch the silhouette of his stiff dick disappear into her as she lowered her hips, sinking his cock in her tight wet sheath. His cock felt so good.

Drake pulled his hand back and grabbed her thighs, pulling her to lean forward. He nodded to his brother.

Claude crawled on his knees behind Jalamira , and grabbed her firm cheeks, parting them. He put the tip of his cock at her other hole, and slowly thrust forward. He felt his brother through the thin membrane.

Jalamira let out an animalistic growl. Her hands made fists in the sheets as she bent over Drake. They stopped, allowing her to adjust to the full feeling. But she was already eager to continue, grinding her hips back and forth between them.

Drake was the first to continue, raising his hips to push deeper into her. His brother did the same.

Soon they moved into a comfortable tempo that bound their three bodies together, gasping with combined savage pleasure, soaring higher until the peak of desire was reached.

Jalamira quickened her pace. Her urgency egged on the two men. Her orgasm quickly washed over her. Suddenly burst before her eyes, waves of ecstasy throbbed through her body. She let out another scream, combining with the men deeper yells. Then her body went limp. She crumpled on top of Drake heaving form, panting.

Claude's hips pressed down on her. She felt his hardness twitching inside her as his orgasm diminished. Then he kissed between her shoulder blades. She couldn't move. In truth she did not want to. She wanted to stay like this, away from the confines of her world, wrapped in constant love and pleasure.

"I feel Garrian's nudge," Claude muttered. He leaned back, sliding out of her buttocks.

She reached back to grab a hold of his wrist, trying to pull him back.

He chuckled, leaning forward to kiss the top of her head, "If I don't go he will come find us. Maybe join in on the fun."

"Would you like that ma petite?" Drake brushed her hair away from her damp forehead.

She reluctantly shook her head, "Do you have to go?" She whispered against his chest.

He laughed, smacking her left thigh, "You want another round?"

Claude laughed as well. He already transformed back to his human form. His clothes reappeared on his body.

She straightened up, straddling Drake. He gripped her hips firmly. His member was semi-hard inside her. His form had also returned back to human.

Claude bent forward, peering over her shoulder. "Maybe later, we'll continue without my brother," He winked as his brother, and kissed the side of her mouth.

Jalamira moaned softly and turned her head, passionately returning Claude's kiss.

"I will only share once, brother," Drake purposely thrust his hips, jabbing into her, letting her know who she belonged to.

Jalamira let out a yelp against Claude lips. She stopped kissing Claude, narrowing her eyes down at Drake's smiling face. His eyes flashing up at her in a challenge, enjoying the thought of her as his possession. Macho asshole, she thought.

"I better go," Claude stepped back. His face contorted in concentration. Garrian must be giving the brother a brutal lecture.

The space around Claude distorted, and then he was gone.

She looked down at Drake, "What about you?"

"Later," he whispered, "Garrian will understand," His hands moved up her sides, and he pulled her back down on top him. Her breasts mashed against his chest and her face was inches from his.

They stared at each other in silence.

She felt his hips slowly thrusting. She felt her own desire reignite.

"Now we have more privacy," Drake held onto her and rolled her over, to where she now laid underneath him.

"Oh," was all she could do in response.

His skin started to molt again, as he leaned over her. His eyes bored into her and he gave her a savage grin as he pushed his pelvis against her clit.

Jalamira grinned, bringing her legs around his hips. Her hands pulled at his arms, "Yesss!"

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Garrian swiped his free hand down the side of the dark fabric of his pants. He held a brimming tray of chicken noodle soup, apple juice, and crackers with cheese. All of a sudden he felt his three hundred years. He never thought about having offspring. He felt he had time to live out his bachelor years, flitting from one female to another. Now in a few months he will be a father. Fate really threw him a curve ball.

"Are you going in," Claude's voice spoke behind him.

"Sure. We can't stand here all day," Garrian composed himself. He was the leader of a powerful clan. Respected from powerful vampires and wolves. He will just tell Claris what was going to happen from now on. She will bow her head in obedience. Females needed a man to take control, his father once said.

Claude moved ahead of him, opening the door, carrying a silver stand for the tray and a large pitcher of cold apple juice. Though he suspected Winston added something to the drink. He was always trying to improve his healing potions. He took being the clan's healer way too seriously.

"She's still sleeping," Claude whispered harshly. He leaned further over the prone body.

Claris lay completely still on her back. Her hands were clasped over her stomach. Garrian stood by his, cousin watching her. She was an exquisite woman. slender and small-boned despite her tall height. She had the purest alabaster skin he had every seen, untouched by sunspots or age. Her fine hair had been pulled back and swirled into a severe bun. He longed to undo the delicate tendrils and run his hands through the softness. He remembered the night they were together, and loved how her hair swayed around her waist.

"I'll check the surveillance again," Claude cleared his throat, "I doubt they'll be stupid enough to attack us,"

"Remember to change guards every four hours," Garrian added.

"Okay," Claude left the room, but not without chuckling. He closed the door softly behind him.

Garrian set the tray on the stand, and took the time to arrange the dishes. His eyes continued to dart her way. He really hated to wake her. She needed her rest. He had to remember to maybe hire some female maids. She really shouldn't be over-extending herself. He will talk to Drake tonight.

"Food," croaked her tired voice.

He turned around to see her violet eyes looking hungrily at the tray. She slowly started to sit up. He came over, grasping her waist. The physical contact sent an immediate charge through him. She seemed to have felt it too.

They stared at each other with a mixture of shock and sensual excitement. She was the one to break eye contact, looking down at his arm around her waist.

"I think I can sit up by myself," She said breathlessly.

"You need help," he insisted, gently hauling her to a seated position.

She grunted softly from his efforts. He felt her hands pressing flat against his chest, feeling their delicate strength through the shirt he wore. She seemed to be pushing him away. He looked down at her hands. Wasn't the silly girl aware she was in a delicate way? She needed his strength.

"I can manage, Garrian," Her voice was stronger now, with a slight irritation in it.

He backed away, not wanting to upset her. He scooted the tray stand to the edge of the bed. "I brought you chicken soup. Francois' special recipe."

Claris watched Garrian's stiff back. His hurt emotions flowed over her. She almost wanted to apologize to him. However something held her back. She slid to the edge of the bed. It would be better to focus her attention on food. Food makes everything better. She reached for one of the crackers with a thick chunk of cheese placed on it. She stuffed it in her mouth following, it with another one, and another one.

"We better feed you often," he commented.

His deep timbre reached her ears. She glanced sideways at him. His black hair had been trimmed recently, revealing the severe outline of his face. He regarded her under thick eyebrows. His expression was serious, with the underlining humor,.

Claris asked, "I suppose you want to talk about why?" She took a gulp of the cold apple juice than put the cup aside.

Garrian looked at her, "Why me?"

Reluctantly she turned fully towards him, positioning herself cross legged on the bed. She inhaled deeply, thinking about how to start the conversation without upsetting or insulting him. She admitted days ago that it was insulting. She hated using anyone for any matter. Her father just pushed her so hard. Her own resolve broke down. She just really wanted to please everyone involved.

She started, "Garrian... When I came to the Red Dragon that night. I had no intention on just going after you. We needed any demon willing to have a go,"

"Oh so... you just closed your eyes and pointed," he mocked.

"You're hurt."

"I don't get hurt... I get angry, very angry," he leaned forward, "So you can start over again, and the content better be to my liking."

"We decided to breed me with a demon, so a child of the union will be satisfactory to the Goddess," she struggled to maintain an even, conciliator tone.

His dark brows snapped together, "That sounds sick and selfish. Start over."

She crossed her arms over her chest indignantly, "I cannot hope that you understand our traditions."

"Have you ever thought about how I would feel when I found out?" He held up his hand when she began to interrupt, "I would have found out. You can count on that."

Claris let out a shaken breath. She felt a wretchedness of mind she'd never known before. Somehow all the excuses she gave herself, crumbled into a cloud of dust. She should have thought about the whole thing. She should have stood up to her father. Now she earned the disgust of a decent person. She stared back at his blazing glare. She couldn't give her baby to Isis now or ever. She couldn't accept the gift of motherhood. This was not right. She swallowed hard and bit back tears. All of sudden her emotions overwhelm her. She felt ready to burst.

"I forgive you," his voice grave.

She saw his anger slipping away from his face. His expression was still unreadable. She only had his tempestuous emotions. They were a hit and miss at best.

"Why?" she asked

"Do you really want to know why?" He gave her a rueful look.

She decided it would be best not to, "Where do we go from here?" She said it more to herself than him. It really was her decision. A difficult one, but still hers to make. There were a lot of people counting on her, especially the new one inside her.

"It's simple," he said suddenly, "You will stay with me. I'll handle everything."

Her irritation renewed. Of all the high-handed... "Garrian I cannot stay with you, forever."

"You will," he said stubbornly, "If not for yourself, then for the baby's sake."

She waved a finger at him, "Don't you use my child to manipulate my decisions," her voice grew louder.

"Our child," he corrected. His handsome face was set in a determined mode, "My child."

Claris moved to scramble out of the bed, but was caught by her wrist. She looked back at him and he climbed onto the bed, and rolled her onto her back, before pinning her arms above her head. His body was laying halfway on her, however he appeared careful not to crush her.

"Get off of me," she demanded.

"Promise you'll obey," he commanded.

"Get. The. Fuck. Off. Me," she warned him.

"Claris..." he started, but never was able to finish.

Something emerged from her, and flung him off her body, and into the wall. Claris stood up from the bed. Rage boiled over her. She was sure that it was not all hers. Yet she could not place where the extra anger came from. She looked down at Garrian.

He lay unmoving. An indention of his body showed in the wall. She guessed he hit pretty hard.

"Garrian," she rushed to his side, " I'm sorry."

He didn't move.

The door to the bedroom crashed open.

Jalamira ran to Claris, "What happened?" She pulled her cousin back to sit on the bed.

Drake's voice shouted, "Oh shit! Garrian!" He ran to his cousin.

Claris silently watched, shocked. Jalamira's arms closed around her shoulders. She heard her voice kept asking what happened. She turned to her. Her eyes wide, "I threw him off me."

Her cousin whispered, "I thought your powers were null."

Claude and Drake helped Garrian stand up. He appeared okay, though he was groggy. They helped him over to the bed, which Claris and Jalamira immediately vacated.

"I don't think I did that," Claris said.

"Then what happened?" Drake asked. He had turned around, pinning her with a cold stare.

"Hey," Jalamira interrupted, "She could not possibly have done that. Think about it Drake! She wouldn't have needed my help at the house, if she could do that."

Drake changed his expression. He ran a hand through his long hair, "I felt... Garrian being struck by a powerful force."

Claris thought about it as well. She could not have flung Garrian off her. She would never intentionally hurt him. No matter how much he pissed her off.

"He's waking up," Claude shouted.

Garrian slowly shook himself, "What happened?"

Claris said, "You son had an objection to rough handling."

The End

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