The Devil's Wolf

"Ashlynn!" Relief and anger warred in his voice. "We have been going frantic. You have not taken calls for two days. Why the f-k are you with Elior?"

"I think the Wingless found me, somehow," she explained as Elior lowered himself onto the carpet beside her and began to trail kisses across her skin. "My car was totaled, along with my mobile and purse, and I had to stay in hospital for monitoring. I just got home tonight."

"F-k," Raiden muttered. "Are you alright? Did you forget to ward?"

"Yes, I am fine and no, I did not forget to ward, dad. They found me anyway. I got back to my apartment tonight... Is it still night? I don't know. Anyway, I was just about to call you, when they broke into my apartment, and I had to run." "You have to come home."

"I know that." She let Elior ease her onto her back, and he lifted her legs over his shoulders. F-k, she thought. She had to wrap the conversation up fast. The vampire had a clever tongue, in more ways than one. She was sure that her eyes had rolled back into her head.

"No purse, remember?" She tried to focus on the conversation. "No mobile phone. And can't go back to my apartment. So, I came to the vampire embassy, hoping to name drop a lift home, and Elior was here. It is all under control, dad, you don't have to worry."

"That was..." Raiden paused. "That was a smart thing to do, Ashlynn."

"Thanks dad." Thank goodness he didn't know what Elior was up to, she thought, smothering a moan.

"Just... Be careful with the vampires," Raiden cautioned her. "You know the risks."

"Yes, dad."

"And they are..." He sighed. "You are a beautiful young woman, Ashlynn, Elior will probably try to seduce you."

"I can handle Elior," she laughed. Try? The man had well and truly succeeded, not that he'd had to work hard at it. "Don't worry about it. I have got to go dad. I will get Elior to find me a mobile and send you the number, okay?" Please, she thought as she lifted her hips into Elior, please hang up dad.

"Okay. Ashlynn..." He paused. "I am relieved that you're okay. Can you put Elior back on?"

"Ah," she on the edge of an orgasm. Damn it. "Elior, he wants to speak with you."

Elior grinned as he took the phone. "Yes, Raiden?" He gestured a circle with his fingers, and she rolled onto her stomach and lifted onto her knees. "Mmm." He stroked into her smoothly and she bit her lip on her moan, her nails clawing into the carpet.

"Yes, I will... Of course. My pleasure." He disconnected and threw the phone onto one of the armchairs, taking her hips in his hands. "If only he knew how great my pleasure was."

"You get off having my father on the phone whilst you f-k me," she observed.

"Yes," there was laughter in his voice. "There is a certain satisfaction to it."

They lay together afterwards, the fire beginning to die down to embers, her cheek on his bicep and her hand on his chest. He did not breath as often as werewolves or humans, and his heartbeat was slower beneath her palm. His fingers stroked her hair absentmindedly.

"We will fly back tomorrow. I have something I need to do today," he said softly. "We will speak to your father when I return you."

"About what?" She wondered sleepily.

"About us."

"Elior," she sighed. She had suspected that the vampire had aspirations beyond sharing a brief time together pleasurably, she admitted to herself, and if it had been a few days earlier and she didn't know there was a golden-haired winged man lurking on a rooftop nearby, she would have leapt at the idea of being Elior's special bed-companion. "I have a mate."

"Yes. Me." He was utterly confident in his claim to her.

"No," she pressed her lips to his chest to take the sting from the word. "I met him two nights ago."

"Then why are you here with me, and not him?" His tone was reasonable pointing out the flaw in her logic.

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"It is complicated." She could not tell him about the winged man on the rooftops. She didn't know why he was in a realm that he shouldn't be in, and she couldn't explain to Elior that her mate had denied her.

He would come around, she told herself. Eventually. Mate claims were undeniable, and that he kept coming back was evidence that he knew, deep down, that he was hers.

"You are mine," Elior said it with quiet certainty, an echo of her own thoughts.

"Elior," she protested gently. "You can't turn me. It won't work."

His fingers touched the scars on her shoulder. "Is that what this is? A failed attempt to turn you werewolf? Who bit you?"

"I didn't inherit the ability to shift from my father and turning me wasn't successful. It is why I left pack lands in the first place - it is not fun being the only adult non-wolf."

"No, I imagine not." He was thoughtful. "Your mother can turn."

"My mother can do a lot of things that I can't," Ashlynn sighed heavily.

"It does not matter," he decided. "Whether I can turn you or not. It does not change that you are mine, Ashlynn. From the moment you walked into this room, I knew it. I will take you back to your pack, but only to see your family and assure them that you are unharmed, and then you will return to my home with me," his tone was clear that it was not open for discussion. He was making his claim.

"Look who has gotten all alpha on me," she was amused. "Seriously though," she sat up in order to meet his eyes. He was really just so ridiculously pretty, she thought ruefully, stroking his hair back from his face tenderly. "Don't get attached, Elior. You will just end up being disappointed."

"We shall see," his lips curled and the expression in his eyes made clear that he was certain that he would win this argument. He sat up. "We should sleep. I have meetings this afternoon and evening that I need to be alert for, and you are very tired." He found his jeans and stood to pull them on, before tossing her his top.

"I didn't know that vampires slept," she commented as she pulled the top on. It just covered her and smelled deliciously of him. She pressed the soft fabric to her nose and inhaled, feeling the scent unfurl within her. Oh, yes, she thought. Her vampire smelled as edible as he looked.

"All creatures sleep," he replied opening the door. He took her hand, and lead her down the hall, opening the last door into a bedchamber.

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"They really went with the vampire theme with the furnishings," she commented eyeing up the drapes that hung around the solid wood four poster. "Very gothic."

He laughed. "Yes, well, not everyone has good taste. I believe they rent it out, to parties and special events. Humans who wish to pretend to be vampires for a night. It is actually, quite an inventive use for a venue that, in the majority, stands otherwise empty." He folded back the covers and removed his jeans, throwing them over the back of a winged chair.

She went to the window and opened the drapes onto a sky brightening into early morning, wondering if her winged mate continued to stalk the roof tops or if he had retreated to where-ever it was that he stayed, in order to sleep. There was no sign of him. She shrugged and let them drop back into place. He would return, she told herself.

It was bliss to lie in the bed. She was exhausted and looking forward to a few hours of sleep. Elior curled around her, pulling her tightly to him, his hand resting on her hip.

"Sleep well, Ashlynn," he murmured.

"Oh, I will."

The window shattered, and they both sat up in alarm as the large, blonde, winged man landed on the mattress in a shower of glass shards, snarling.

"F-k," Ashlynn groaned, as the vampire blurred into motion, tackling the winged man. They rolled off the bed, in a chaos of muscle and feathers that, if it didn't involve two men she cared about, or quite so much violence, might have been very interesting to watch.

"Stop!" She yelled at them, standing on the bed. "Stop it! Stop it both of you!"

The angel created a magic shield, and Elior screamed as it burnt him, recoiling as his skin blistered.

"Shit," Ashlynn rushed to Elior, anxiously examining the wound.

"It's nothing. Painful but it will heal," the vampire assured her, pushing her behind him and snarling at the winged man. "Who the f-k are you?" He demanded.

"The vampire has you in thrall, you stupid slave," the angel growled irritably. "I am here to save you, yet again. Keeping you alive is ridiculously time consuming." "Elior," Ashlynn sighed. "Meet my obnoxious mate. Mate, meet Elior, my lover."