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Rating: STRONG NC-17 for Language and Graphic Sexual Content
Author’s note: This piece has not been beta’d so keep that in mind. Hopefully I caught most of the boo-boos, but if I didn’t…sue me. *giggles* Well not really. I can’t afford an attorney as I haven’t been discovered yet, LOL.
Author’s Note 2: I need to mention that this piece was started months ago with the knowledge and full consent of former list member, Elijah. I have his permission to use his character.
Oh, this is my POV of a group story from The Full Moon Romper Room started by Luna so there might be references in here to things that you don’t know about if you aren’t part of the group…off to die blushing now.
Hugs,
Maggie
Shaking my head as I headed back toward the employee area of Guilty Pleasures, I couldn’t believe it. Could NOT FUCKING believe it! Luna had mentioned it might be fun to have some pairs’ routines at GP, let the girls run the show for a change. We’d jokingly talked to Star about how much fun she might have making a bit of a dramatic introduction to the community so to speak. Hell Lija had even joked around a while back about stripping at the club. I didn’t think they would actually do it though.
I knew my soul sister was crazy enough to try anything to push buttons but I had counted on Elijah to be the voice of reason in the equation. Which in my mind made him more culpable. Trying to make Luna listen to reason was an exercise in futility but I expected more from the Druid. He at least thought about consequences once in a while. I thought I knew Lija well enough to trust him not to be drawn into one of Luna’s crazy schemes. Apparently I was wrong.
Walking through the club, I had to push my way past a large crowd of over-eager customers. Even a human could smell the sex in the air. It was the smell of heat, too many drinks, and sweaty bodies pressed close together.
I had arrived at the club partway into Luna and Lija’s act. My first sight of my sister was her holding onto to some sort of restraints as my lover crawled across the floor to a slutty looking redhead, letting her paw him. I was going to kill them all as soon as I could get backstage. I wondered if I could lure that little bitch backstage with my friends. She definitely deserved a lesson too.
Deciding I would just explode where I stood if I didn’t keep my eyes on my objective, I turned from the act to focus on making my way to the side stage entrance. I had almost made my way there when a collective gasp from the crowd stopped me in my tracks. I turned to look at the stage but the lights were going down. I had apparently just missed my friends’ grand finish.
A sudden surge from the crowd almost knocked me off my feet. Only a nearby waiter catching me by the arm prevented the fall. He gave me a brief apologetic look before moving away. Apparently he knew how very unhappy I was with this little stunt.
Pushing my way through the curtains, I saw Esther over to one side handing Star some sort of bottle. I briefly thought about going over and telling them to stop the madness, but it was too late. Besides, I didn’t want to unleash my anger on them. One, I didn’t want to diffuse it before I found my primary target and two I knew it wasn’t their fault. Oh no, I knew all too well who convinced everyone this was a great idea. I was too angry to even try to talk to her at the moment though so I would settle for my boyfriend. He should have stopped her or at the least warned me so I could try. Helping her was so NOT a wise choice on his part.
Heading down the hallway, I found my prey in one of the side dressing rooms. He was just pulling on a pair of jeans and reaching for his shirt and jacket from Nadia. Taking a deep breath, I walked into the room and glared at Nadia. Taking the hint, she left.
Lija looked up at me then, anger evident in his not so human eyes. That was the final straw. Slamming the door behind me to make sure we wouldn’t be interrupted, I leaned against it. I crossed my arms in front of me afraid I would try to throw something if I didn’t keep a tight rein on my hands.
Staring my lover in the face, I started, “How could you? I knew Luna was crazy enough to try a stunt like this but I didn’t think insanity was contagious. She just too much to resist?”
I must have hit a nerve because he growled before looking up at me, his face grim and uncompromising. “Maggie, you don’t want to push me right now. I’ve had about all I can take of demanding women at the moment. You all drive me fucking crazy!”
“Oh so now it’s my fault that you pulled this idiotic stunt. I drove you to it? Did you even give a moment’s thought to what it might do to my position if you two manage to anger Jean Claude? He will never believe I wasn’t in on it. I still work for the man.”
“That French fop is a Vampire not a man, and a piss poor one at that. I never said this was your fault. It’s not like you haven’t done anything to annoy him yourself Doc. What, only the all wise Maggie gets to decide when it’s safe to disregard JC’s wishes and when it’s not? You think you have all the answers or do you think the world just revolves around you? If you do, maybe you’ve been listening to that damned goddess you channel too much.”
He threw his jacket and shirt at me. Catching them, I moved away from the door. My gaze focused solely on his far too handsome face as I stalked my prey.
Moving closer, I could feel the power rising like electricity on my skin and knew my own eyes were changing, becoming the silver blue swirl that warned I was opening myself up to the other side. Tossing the clothes aside, “No I don’t think I’m always right but I do think I deserved to be in the loop on this one since everyone assumes I am anyway.”
Walking up to him, I pushed on his chest. That elicited an unexpected hiss and had me looking down to see what I had done. Following the line from his jaw down his chest, I gasped seeing the torn flesh and blood that decorated his chest. “Those aren’t knife wounds.” Running my fingers along one jagged edge, he hissed again as I looked up at him, “You let Luna do this to you?”
I could hear the weariness beneath the anger in Lija’s voice, “I didn’t exactly let her do it. The Hellcat unsheathed her claws and improvised.”
My heart raced as I pictured what must have happened. “You didn’t agree to this did you? That bitch! She knew you wouldn’t be able to heal wounds from another shifter the way a knife wound would heal. How the hell could she willingly hurt you when you were helping her?” Screaming I started to turn for the door intent on doing my sister bodily harm.
“Leave Luna to me!” Strong hands whipped out to grab my wrists and I found myself once again looking up at Lija, but he wasn’t looking at me. He was staring at my hands. Looking down, I saw his blood on my fingers belatedly remembering I didn’t have any exam gloves on.
“Doc, you don’t have any open cuts on your hands do you?” The growl was gone from his voice, replaced by the gentle concern my Tore usually showed for me with a hint of apprehension.
I barely had time to say no as he walked me over to a nearby sink, holding my hands firmly away from me. Turning on the water, he made sure it wasn’t too hot for a human then helped me wash the blood off my hands. I wanted to lean back into him, but remembering his wounds, settled for the feel of his hands on mine, the strength of his arms and being surrounded by his scent. It was the scent of home to me and for the life of me I couldn’t remember why we had been fighting.
We dried my hands then I turned in his arms to face him. Looking at his wounds, tears welled up in my eyes. “How badly are you hurt? Do you need stitches?”
Giving me a smile that I knew was all for my benefit, but
took anyway, “Naw, they’re mostly superficial. She went for shallow wounds. It
looks worse than it is, really.”
I somehow doubted that but I had learned a long time ago that arguing with Lija
wasn’t the most effective way to get things done. So why had I come in arguing?
Well, even rational scientists lead with their hearts not their heads on
occasion.
Moving away from Lija, I looked around the room and found a first aid kit tucked away in the corner. Putting on a pair of disposable gloves, I took the kit over and motioned for my handsome boyfriend to sit down. He started to argue with me, “Yeah, I know. Superficial wounds. Don’t you wanna play Doctor with your Doc?” I pouted and batted my eyelashes at him.
Chuckling he conceded to sit down, “You know those flirty eyes have gotten in more trouble since I came to St Louis than a lifetime of feminine wiles did before now.”
I poured him a shot of tequila from a bottle left nearby. Had the hellcat been back here earlier? Shaking my head, I looked from Lija to the bottle to the shot glass. Gulping down the shot myself, I handed him the bottle and went to work.
Getting a wet rag, I cleaned the blood off his chest so I could see what I was dealing with. The wounds looked jagged and deeper than he suggested. I would have demanded stitches if he was human but with his healing abilities, even a wound from another shifter would heal on it’s own in time. It wasn’t worth another fight.
As I carefully applied antibiotic ointment to his wounds, Lija took a long swig of tequila before setting the bottle down. Blue eyes looked at me quizzically, “You do know weres can’t get infections?”
Biting my lip, I looked down to his chest. “I know but those cuts look deep. I thought the ointment might help keep the skin from getting to dry. Make it hurt less until it heals.”
I focused all my attention on covering the wounds with bandages, trying not to cry. I pulled the gloves off throwing them in a nearby trashcan as I felt Lija stand up next to me. Warm hands cupped my face, forcing my gaze upward as his thumb softly wiped tears from beneath my eyelids.
“I’m okay Doc, honest. Nothing really bad happened and nothing is going to happen to separate us. The Ancients have bound our souls together. We can’t be kept apart for long, remember?”
I tried to smile though I knew it was shaky. Running a finger over his lips, I tried to focus on what bound us rather than the little things that tried to tear us apart. Reaching up to run my fingers through his hair, I pulled him down into a kiss.
I had meant the kiss to be gentle, an apology for my earlier explosion but once I touched him, I couldn’t let go. I wanted kissed him to apologize, to tell him I loved him, to remind myself we were both alive. I kissed him as if I could draw his very soul into mine with his breath.
Opening my lips, I forced my tongue into his mouth tasting the tequila he had been drinking mixed with that sweet warmth that always reminded me of him. His tongue swirled around mine, as if they were dancing until he had my giggling. My druid pressed his advantage as soon as I let my guard down and I felt his tongue enter my mouth claiming it as his own. I felt a tingly warmth run through my body and knew that wasn’t the only claim I wanted him to make.
Drawing back I looked up into his eyes which had now swirled from blue to an emerald green and knew he was as affected as me. He smiled as he looked down at me. I knew he was taking in my black halter mini-dress with the black fishnet stockings and black high heel shoes.
“You did come dressed to kill tonight Maggie. You got other plans when you leave here?” He teased as he ran his hands along the bare skin of my back, the tingle of power sending involuntarily shudders through me.
Lost in the magic of his hands, it took me a minute to register that he had asked a question. It was even longer before I could reply. “Hospital benefit,” moaning at his touch, I shook my head to remember what I was saying, “Stopped here to pick up a donation check JC left for me.”
“You dress this way for the hospital?” I squealed as his hand roamed down to grab my butt, pressing our bodies closer together. I could feel he was all kinds of eager for me and apparently wasn’t planning on letting go.
“Hmmm….. well I seem to get more donations from the wealthy donors when I wear this than when I wear my lab coat. Do you have any idea why?” Batting my eyelashes up at him, I ran my hands down his chest, carefully avoiding his wounds as I made my way to his waistband.
Chuckling, he ran his free hand over my back, “I do see how it might raise ….. interest Doc. Though I find you sexy in your lab coat too. Come to think of it, I like you in anything, or even better, nothing at all.” I squeaked in surprise as he pulled my dress off me. His clever hands had been unbuttoning key points in the material while we were talking.
Since the bra was sewn into my dress, I was left standing in my lace panties, the stockings, high heels and nothing else. I should have felt cold, but I didn’t. My skin felt alive, electric, begging for his touch. I ran my fingers lightly over his skin, moving toward the fly on his jeans.
Grabbing my hands, he pulled them away from him and moved them around behind me, forcing my body more firmly against his. Leaning into him, I wasn’t sure if he hissed from pain or pleasure. I just knew I didn’t want him to stop.
I wanted to run my bare hands along his skin until his body was shivering with need as badly as mine was. Pressed against his chest with my hands effectively trapped behind my back I didn’t have much to work with. Grinning I thought, then again, a girl has to be resourceful.
Looking up, I saw those green eyes weren’t quite focused on my face and made my move. I had a limited area my head could move but a primary target was within reach so I was happy. I licked a trail from the center of his chest to one nipple. I rolled my tongue around his nipple, watching it grow almost as hard as my own already were.
Shifting my hips ever so slightly, I rubbed against his bulging manhood still trapped in denim as I gently bit his nipple. That earned a surprised gasp from my lover. I should have known he wouldn’t wait long for paybacks though.
I realized both my hands were trapped in one of his seconds before the sound of ripping fabric ushered in a cool breeze between my legs. I didn’t have long to get cold before his warm hand was cupping my from below, exploring my hidden depths with the magic of his fingers.
Already wet and wanting him, it didn’t take long for him to have me begging for more. I wanted him inside me and his fingers though amazingly talented were just not enough.
I realized he had released my hands when I found myself clinging to his neck, trying to climb his chest as our lips merged in a breath-stealing kiss. Coming up for air, it felt like his hands were all over my body, but some part of me knew it was only the spill of his power. One hand had a firm hold on my butt, holding me against him, while the other was still doing tricks that had me ready to rip his damn jeans off.
Whimpering, I slid down his chest, reaching for his jeans. I needed them off. That seemed to get his attention because he tried to stop me again, growling “This animal has already done his strip act for the night.”
Looking up at him, my silver blue eyes met his emerald ones and I pleaded, begged for what I knew he needed from us. What I knew would take some of those dark clouds out of his eyes and remind him of what was good in his life. “The animal may have performed with the Hellcat for the drooling hordes, but the man hasn’t shared himself with the woman who loves him heart and soul tonight.”
Running a finger along my lips he cupped my face and leaned in to give me a gentle kiss. That kiss, more than the deep tongue dueling ones robbed me of reason. It reminded me why I had fallen in love with this man in the first place.
Looking down at his jeans then up at him, my Druid nodded. I didn’t have to be told twice. I slowly undid his jeans, sliding them down over his hips and down his legs for him to step out of.
On my knees at his feet, I looked up at him. He had a magnificent body. Of that there was no doubt. I could see what had the women out front drooling, but it wasn’t the first thing I noticed when I saw Lija. The first thing I always noticed his gentle smile that appeared just for me and his sparkling eyes that always seemed to hint at the mischievous boy he must have once been. It was that and so much more.
Maybe it was because our souls were connected or maybe it was because I loved him. All I knew was I couldn’t look at him without wanting to be close to him and it had little to do with the physical. Don’t get me wrong. The fact he was yummy to look at certainly wasn’t a minus but it wasn’t what made my pulse race every time he entered the room.
Looking up at him, I hoped the love showed in my eyes. I prayed he could sense that this was about more than physical release or atonement for our earlier argument. This was about our connection and reminding my druid how loved and cherished he truly was.
I ran my hands along his legs, slowly trailing kisses from his feet, to his knees, up toward his groin. The kisses moved closer and closer to his hard pulsing erection. I trailed kisses up and over it, allowing just my hair to lightly brush against the place he wanted to be touched the most.
When he felt so tense I didn’t think he could stand to leave me in control much longer, I moved my mouth directly over him. I could feel him straining to try to touch my lips but I kept them just out of reach for a moment, blowing warm air across the ridge of his crown as I stimulated his balls with my hand. When I heard him moaning above me, I moved closer, licking him like an ice cream cone. Only this ice cream tasted of salt and desire. I moved to take him in my mouth, lightly running my teeth over him as I took him in.
Hearing a gasped, “Maggie” from above, I pulled my mouth back, sucking lightly on his erect member as I released him, inch by slow inch.
Grinning wickedly, I looked up at him, “Do you want me to stop.”
Lija got an evil glint in his eye but I didn’t have time to analyze it as he pulled me to my feet. “Doc, how many times do I have to tell you? Never,” I barely registered he’d picked me up as he pulled me up tight against him and drove into my core as we fell back to the sofa, “tease a were.”
I gasped as I felt his fullness fill me, my body stretching to accommodate him. It never ceased to amaze me how perfectly we fit together. I tried to shift my body, wanting to feel the friction of him inside me, but he held me tight.
Drawing my down into a kiss, he whispered in my ear, “You’ve had control of our game long enough.”
Using one hand to hold me firmly in place, he ran the other along my body, teasing every inch he knew was sensitive to his touch. He played with my nipples until I whimpered in frustration, begging for release.
He moves both his hands down to my hips and began moving me in a rhythm only he knew. It started slow, so slow I thought he would never speed up. But this wasn’t the first time he had done this, so I trusted him to carry us to rapture. Instead, I focused on what I could do. I ran my fingers along the bare parts of his chest. I leaned down to nibble on his lips and ran my fingers through his hair.
Soon, I felt the energy rising between us like the heat coming from our bodies. Lija increased the speed of the thrusts pushing us ever closer. As I felt myself falling over the edge, I screamed out his name and felt him come a fraction of a second behind me.
When our breathing slowed down enough to think, I looked around us at the room we were in. “God, did we just have sex in Guilty Pleasures.”
Chuckling, Lija ran his hand down my back where I was still collapsed on top of him, to grab my ass. “I don’t feel guilty but you know with you it’s always a pleasure My Love. Why don’t we pull our clothes on and head home for a long soak in our hot tub. It’s not like everyone out in the hallway doesn’t already know what we’ve been doing in here anyway.”
Looking shocked, I hadn’t even remembered that most of the others in the building were shifters and would know what was going on. Hell, whom was I kidding? Once I saw Lija, I didn’t remember there was anyone else in the building.
Pulling my dress on, I looked at the tattered remains of my panties. “Guess I should be glad you didn’t get around to taking my stockings off.”
Grabbing the torn clothes, he threw them in the trash. “No
I’m the one that’s glad about that. The feel of those stockings rubbing against
my legs while you rode me added a new dimension. I may have to buy you some
more just to wear to bed.”
I started to argue with him, but he winked at me, letting me know he was just teasing me. At least that’s what I hoped the wink meant.
When we were as close to presentable as we were going to get, we headed out the door and into the hallway. I didn’t see Luna around but that was just as well. I would deal with her another day. I wanted to go home with the man I loved. Nothing else mattered.
There were a few shifters still around and if a human could combust from turning too many shades of red, I would have. As Lija headed out the back door, I was one step behind him. I turned and saw Jean Claude in the doorway of his office. I was afraid he was angry, but he had a well-satisfied and well-fed grin. He gestured a thank you at me, and I knew he had fed off our desire from a distance. Grateful Lija had missed that little goodbye, I followed him out to the side street and my car parked nearby. Home, a long bath and long nap snuggling with my druid were all I wanted. The rest of the world could wait.