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Last Date

By: Kinky Rachel



This was our last date. Our first and last date. The band played slowly, a waltz, and as we spiralled together, our hands clutched each other, defying our imminent separation, our closeness its cruellest reminder. This was our last date.

We were in the same class at University, both studying English for wont of a more specific subject and, at first, this was the source of the hesitancy that characterised our relationship. After all, what could be more uncomfortable than having a failed relationship with someone you would see for another four years?

I still remember my first sight of her. It happened in our second of four years at University. She was shorter than I, perhaps two inches under my 5’ 11”. She had shoulder length black hair that fell luminously to just beyond her shoulders. Her eyes were dark and framed by slender-rimmed glasses, her mouth was a pale red. We had been in a tutorial, its subject Dante. Appropriate, then, that here I had found my Beatrice.

Her voice was coolly English, a gem unflawed with a regional impurity. That’s not to say it lacked emotion - every word she spoke embraced multitudes. A burble of laughter in every syllable when she was amused, tight exasperation when she was in a temper and, best of all, genuine pleasure when she saw you. Whenever I said hello to her, her reply was enough to banish even the worst bad mood. When I first heard her speak, though, it was in anger.

There’s no greater hive of mediocrity than a University, where the majority of every class is made of inferior minds who attend because, like prisoners, they cannot exist without the routine - school, in this case - they have followed for 13 years. One of them had just said, of Dante’s Divine Comedy, that it was meaningless reading such a work nowadays - times had changed and it was now irrelevant. The usual banality of what might be called Pop Idol culture.

Celestine - not her real name, but what else can I call an angel - was furious, her cheeks turning the pale pink of her lips. “How the hell can you say that? His imagery, his themes… they’re unmatched in literature.” The lecturer supervising the tutorial clearly agreed. The frown he had worn when the first student had spoken had been replaced with a pleased look.

There’s something perverse in me, and something arrogant, and it was this element of my character that made me reply: “But then, is it worth reading it in anything other than Italian? Look how, when rendered in English, so much of the work’s subtlety is despoiled, in, say, the canto of Inferno dealing with traitors.” My redeeming quality is that I can usually present my brasher statements with enough humour to render them palatable. The lecturer and Celestine smiled. The other student, who presumably hadn’t heard of the poem before the class, covered his look of bemusement with an attempt at superiority.

Of course, the other reason I had made my highly academic comment had been the feeling when I had seen Celestine, rising from the sea of students like a messiah. It was a romantic cliché. My heart shuddered desperately as my blood turned solid and my chest seemed to shrink until air and life were reduced to a moment. My legs had felt strange, not as though turned to water, thank god, but as if a surfeit of electrical energy seared my nerves and invigorated them at the same time, making every motion both clumsy and over-responsive.

That was our first meeting, and it was where I fell in love with her. That statement is absurd - it insults love to claim that the lifelong bond developed between two people whose temperaments, natures and intellects mesh so perfectly that in the end they are one entity trying to dissolve their unnatural separation in the poor solution of sex. I’ve always loved easily, becoming entranced by the curve of a neck or the sound of a laugh or the variations in an expressive face until the next sea change of my life carries me away to some new infatuation. Perhaps it is most true to say that it was at first sight that I sensed I could love this woman.

Over the next two years we grew closer. We began by talking after class, then sitting together in it. We’d go for coffee together between lectures and write our essays side by side at the University computers. Superficially it may seem surprising that, with what I felt for her, nothing happened in those two years. But lacking the contrivances of an erotic fiction, nothing did. Both she and I were quite shy.

Celestine had had few boyfriends, her beauty putting some men off and her lack of awareness of said beauty colouring her impressions of what the men who asked her to accompany them to dinners and movies wanted. Perhaps she wondered if some malicious acquaintance had spread rumours that she was easy and that made her colder on her few dates than she would otherwise have been.

As for myself, my tendency to set the woman I truly felt something for upon unassailable pedestals meant I had as few serious relationships in my past as Celestine. I am reasonably attractive: quite tall and well built, the muscles of my limbs move sleekly beneath my clothes and my face is quite handsome, my best feature being perhaps my grey blue eyes. In my first two years of study I was pragmatic and, like all young men, in a state of near constant horniness - the mere sight of a smooth swell of breast in a low cut top, or a dance of nipple beneath sheer fabric, or the firm curve of an ass cupped in tight jeans, or a thousand other minor erotic flutters was enough to send the blood raging to my cock. But these encounters were either short affairs - a few nights after a drunken seduction in a club - or of maximum duration a few weeks, when, perhaps out of loneliness or convenience, I would seduce some girl whom, though I did not love, I did not tire of as quickly as my one night stands.

So she had never asked a boy out and I could never approach my Goddess with so coarse a request as “Hey Celestine, you feel like having dinner with me tonight?”

We knew, though, what we felt for each other. It was there in the way my voice thickened when I spoke about her. In the way she would look up when I entered a room and smile… no, not smile but beam. She lit up the room then with her beauty. But we lacked the confidence to articulate what our behaviour conveyed so clearly.

Our friends saw it too. Initially I could sense mine’s bafflement that I didn’t ask Celestine out, and hers anger at the way I appeared to be leading her on. For them understanding came quickly - this slow romance would not end with a wedding or a storm, but with a quiet parting.

Time, too, became an obstacle. As we spent more time together, our friendship became a barrier to anything more intimate, as the plain walls of familiarity present too concrete a form for the mystery and shadow of passion.

It is no coincidence that sand is associated with both sleep, as the Sandman, and the passage of time, as in an hourglass. For we pass our lives in dream, seldom conscious for the decisions we make at every moment, our knowledge of consequence hazy as fever. And as when sleeping, some cataclysm must awake us, so our world must be shattered before we realise that with every moment that passes we have one less opportunity to seize that which may make our lives whole.

Revelation came for me in the University café two weeks before graduation, sitting on a couch frayed by time and stained by neglect. Celestine leant against me, sucking the last juice from a carton of Ribena with a lack of sexual awareness bred by long familiarity. I was lifting a bottle of Pepsi to my lips but I paused. I could feel Celestine’s body against my right arm. The soft curve of her left breast pressing innocently against me. Her delicate thighs and calves brushing my plainer legs. The light floral scent of her shampoo and the stronger, sweeter smell of her body wash but beneath that the rawer, sensual smell of her body, for which a thousand metaphors suggest themselves but none truly fit. It was the smell of her sacred flesh.

And I realised that in two weeks, I would never see her again.

Hilariously, bitterly, like laughing until acid tears burned your eyes and scarred their way down your face, now my silence was not through hesitance or friendship but through lack of inspiration. What words could I summon to my cause? What could I possibly say? “I love you and we’re going our separate ways in two weeks.”

My silence persisted until the day of graduation, bleakly shading my days and my relationships. Inadequate words swelled in my throat, choking me, when I was around Celestine. In my larynx they built, growing until, at last, at the graduation ball, they finally sprung free.

Celestine and I were at the same table. She wore a simple green gown that flattered her figure by showing how little help it needed to stun anybody. Or perhaps I’m biased. I was hypnotised by her, her dark eyes like cooling lava, her skin pale and flawless, her hair liquid darkness. The words came. I got up, grabbed her and took her outside.

The moon was new, perhaps, I thought, signalling a new beginning in my relationship with Celestine. The dark was almost complete, dark enough that even Celestine’s radiance could not dispel it. For this I was grateful - if I had to watch her reaction as I spoke, I might freeze again. Above us, the stars’ flickering white light speckled through the cloud haze and blessed us.

“Celestine, there’s something I need to say.” She went to say something, but looking at me fell silent. “Since the moment I met you, I’ve loved you. I couldn’t say anything before. Ironic - a literature student not being able to find the words. But over the last few weeks, realising I was going to lose you… and then tonight. Looking at you tonight, I knew if I didn’t tell you how I felt, I would regret it forever.”

I looked her in the eyes, and forced the emotion out of my voice until I could say, with ringing clarity, “Celestine, I love you.”

The light of the stars glinted in the moisture of her eyes. “Oh Roland, I…I feel the same way. I was just so afraid to spoil what we had… I didn’t know you felt the same way.”

I gently brushed the tears from her eyes. She recovered and looked back at me calmly.

“So what now?” I asked.

“We go back inside, Roland, and finish our first date.”

“Our last date.”

She smiled sadly, and, looking up, her white teeth flashed even in the little illumination around us. “Tonight is a night for endings,” she said, “and perhaps this is one. But let’s not admit it yet, if it is.”

And so we danced. As the hands circled the clock, so we circled the floor, and as the hours peeled away, so did our fellow dancers until only Celestine’s and my feet moved over the polished wooden floor. We pressed close, our bodies trying to memorise each other’s feel. Our hands wandered over each other and lingered. Our eyes were closed the better to let sensation rule.

But inevitably the musicians stopped and the lights, already dim, darkened further. It was time to leave.

It was to her flat that we went, almost silently, but with eloquent gestures along the way. We held hands and wandered slowly, enjoying the magic time between evening and morning when the world existed for only the two of us. She took me into her bedroom and pushed me back until I sat on her bed, with Celestine standing in front of me.

“I said this was a night of endings and this is one of them. I don’t want to be a virgin anymore.”

With that she slipped the dress of her shoulders, from where it sussurated to the floor. Her underwear soon joined the dress and she held back from me, nervous as she let me scrutinise her body. It was flawless.

This was to be her first time and because of that I gave thanks for every other girl I’d had. For the techniques I had learnt and the familiarity with the act that would allow me to slowly consummate my relationship with Celestine, making her first time as perfect as possible.

And slowly I went, eking every molecule of pleasure from every region of her flesh as best I could. I built up to that old familiar act, when finally I penetrated her, telling her that, when she felt that brittle snap as her hymen broke, she was to pinch me as hard as she could. This she did and I felt glad that I was able to share her pain. I kept up my slow pace as she climaxed again and again, until finally I could hold on no longer and finished in an orgasm purer and more intense than I had conceived possible.

Like a child with a new toy, Celestine was eager to explore every possible aspect of this act and this we attempted as the dawn invaded our sensual island and shattered the fortress holding back time.

But we could only escape real life for so long and in two days of shared sweat, of semen and of that more sacred fluid which our language is too wise to have a word for, our time was up. Celestine had to travel for a job interview, which she was almost certain to get and which would, if she did get it, start immediately. I would be starting my own job soon in, of all places, another country, and another continent.

I took her to the train station and again we held hands. We had each had to pack, and wrap up the last details of our old lives. I had found time to go to a rare bookshop whose owner had become a friend of mine. At the station as the train pulled in I gave Celestine her present.

“Open it when you’re on the train,” I said.

“Roland…” she began, her voice holding tears back with an effort. I stopped her with our last kiss. Our last kiss.

“This is our ending,” I said, “and there are no words that would encompass it.”

She grabbed me, violent and desperate, and I could feel her tears on my cheeks.

“Roland…Roland.”

There were tears in my eyes now. “At least we had some time together.”

The train was getting ready to leave, and though I was tempted to hold her here, keep her for even only another hour, I knew that this was the best ending we could have. I forced her to board and pressed my hand against the window where she sat, only lifting it when the train’s motion carried it past the end of the platform and I could no longer follow it.

The book I gave Celestine was an Italian Divine Comedy. I had thought long about what to write in it, conjuring much purple prose comparing our coupling to Paradise, our parting to Inferno and our lost years as Purgatory. In the end, I followed the writer’s dictum and went for simplicity:

“This is what we were reading when I realised I would love you for ever.”

I left the station and discovered, when I put my hands into my coat, a book there. It was not wrapped and I saw it was a plain paperback edition of a miraculous book - Paradise Lost, by Milton. I opened it in a fever, desperate to see if she too had some last words too private to speak even to the air. She did.

“Roland,

We can never know what happens next.

But what I do know is that with each year the world becomes much smaller. And that the only thing that is impossible is that anything is impossible.

I will love you until all love dies,

Celestine.”

It has been two years since our perfect parting and, as we knew would happen, we have lost touch as our contact information has been lost in the electric effluvia generated by our lives.

But two hopes remain: memory, which can conjure the taste of Celestine’s body from the mingled aromas of a grocer’s stall, or the sound of her voice in the flutter of a brook over pebbles shaped by decades; and that electric feeling that still possesses me completely when I see a flash of dark hair, a particular walk, any of a million echoes of Celestine in her pale imitations inhabiting the metropolis I live in. Perhaps, someday…

The End

Dedication and Author’s Note

This story is for three people. It is for my good friend Zoe, who has an unaccountable faith in me. It is for another friend of mine, who did not want to be named and whom I thanked previously by the pseudonym Michael. And finally, and most importantly, it is for Celestine.

This is somewhat different from my usual stories, and I hope you’ll forgive the difference, as this story is perhaps the most personal I’ve ever written. As such, I’d love to know what you thought of it and feedback is desperately craved at the link below.

At the moment I think this may be the last “erotic” story I write, at least for a while. If that should be the case, I hope those of you who have read them have enjoyed them as much as I enjoyed writing them.

Last Daughter of Luna



Chapter 1

December always seemed to bring out the worst in people, apparently shifters were no exception. Animosity was her only emotion; her body ached fiercely from the cold New Hampshire air. Shivering, she spat at the ground. So much for being hot blooded.

Shudders racked her curvy frame viciously as harsh winds whipped through her thin clothing, riddling her skin with plump goose bumps. The only relief from the cold for miles was a small dimly lit diner. 'Blue Moon' flashed in neon through the windows, it almost looked inviting. Almost.

Stepping into the parking lot she realized how tired she was of this ridiculous running, maybe now was the time to seek out some help. Scoffing, she looked toward the empty diner wearily. Help? Yah right. Humans inherently feared her and any shifter would try to rip her throat out on sight or worse, she couldn't afford another mistake.

Taking a deep breath she felt her sensitive nose wrinkle in disgust, her sense of smell was muddled by the bitter stench of her own blood. Those fucking mages did a number on her, leaving welts and open slices peppered along her skin. Dark blood had soaked through her sleeves leaving horrifying stains along her clothes. 

Walking inside hesitantly she felt the need to reach a table before anyone could get a good look at her. She didn't want to be seen. Thankfully, only a single old man sat across the large room reading the paper. 

Slumping into an oversize booth with a huff, she tucked her arm close to her chest, willing the pain away. Her wounds burned terribly and would not heal. Dangerous acidic poison ate away at her muscle sending a constant dull pain through her, hammering away at her sanity. She couldn't withstand another fight, she wasn't even sure if she would fully recover from this one. 

Her powers were depleting rapidly leaving her painfully vulnerable, she needed to think of a plan but her mind wouldn't respond with anything productive.

Glancing up, she watched as a waitress eyed her suspiciously from the stone counter. Gray frizzy hair hung loosely around her narrow shoulders, she looked frail but at the same time dangerously alert. Did she know? Could she sense what she was?

Offering a small smile, Morgan began looking through the dusty menu trying to keep her demeanor casual. Casual for a person bleeding to death in a public diner. 

She watched the waitress walk hesitantly towards her, deep wrinkles and leathery skin stared intensely through thick bifocals. Her white apron was stained brown with splotches of food still caked on.

"Can I help you," she murmured fidgeting awkwardly with her pen and pad. Clearing her throat Morgan regarded the menu again, "Just a coffee for now. Do you recommend anything?"

"We only have breakfast at this time." Turning abruptly, the waitress walked toward the counter retrieving the pot of coffee pouring it into a small mug. Morgan could feel the hate radiate off the woman as she returned, "let me know if you want anything else."

Nodding Morgan twirled her spoon, "Thanks." 

The woman looked at her with a fake smile as she walked off, leaving a bitter scent in her wake. Emotions smelled so distinctly and pierced over all other scents, this woman's anger and hate smelled like garbage and old eggs. Disgusting. 

Taking a slow sip of her coffee Morgan let the warmth fill her stomach giving her brief comfort. She knew the waitress would probably call the police, at least if she had any sense she would. Might as well enjoy the coffee before they arrive, she needed to move to another location soon anyway.

Her legs twitched as sharp needles ran up her calves insistently, she wouldn't be able to go more than a few miles before collapsing. Running for eight days had destroyed her body more than she anticipated, her healing abilities weren't able to keep up with the damage she had sustained.

Rubbing her cheeks she wondered how terrible she must look. She wiped her face in vain trying to erase the dirt and blood residue. Closing her eyes, she released her mass of thick and unkempt curls from its elastic, running her flingers along her scalp. Loose black tendrils fell onto her shoulders brushing against her neck.

Touching her hair aimlessly she looked out the window again. Something didn't feel right. Before she could grasp what her instincts were telling her she sensed it. 

Her eyes flashed open as a surge of energy slammed into her sending stars across her eyes. Nostrils flared, she picked apart the stagnant air, a dangerously familiar scent stung her nose. Fuck.

A male shifter was nearby, his powerful energy and enticing musky aroma grew more potent as seconds ticked by, she needed to leave. Now.

Her mouth felt painfully dry, she could barely breathe as her arm began to burn with renewed fervor. She knew she couldn't fight anyone and running with him this close would just make it a chase.

The gears in her head sputtered as she attempted to wake her spirit, her tiger was beyond exhausted whimpering softly within her mind. "Not now, come on this is an emergency," she whispered harshly to herself.

Closing her eyes she focused harder, stirring her reluctant tiger awake. Growling in frustration she looked around the diner, there was no other exit but the front door. She put herself into the perfect trap.

She felt her head grow foggy as she conjured the last of her power. Lethal sparks jumped between her finger tips quietly as it grew. 

At least she could still conjure up some magic, being unable to shift was a serious handicap, her body was far too damaged to be physically useful. But her magic was beyond depleted; she had to use it wisely or she might end up hurting herself more.

She winced as his energy pulsed into her again, this time stronger and hotter. Her legs began to tremble as she felt him closing in, his raw power entered the diner before his body, warning her of his arrival.

Hot air filled the diner fogging the windows; steam crawled up the glass blurring her vision of the parking lot. He's here.

The slow creak of the front door screamed in her ears as her body burned with involuntary desire and ungodly pain. With every beat of his energy she felt more cemented in her seat, how could her body react like this when she was in such obvious danger. His power was impressive but she was at her last nerve, she would not be killed or captured. Not today.

She kept her eyes focused intently on her coffee mug, she knew that seeing his face would unravel her concentration and at this point she needed all the brain power she could muster up.

Her tiger purred within her sensing his proximity, she could feel her pussy tingle as a slow fire ignited. Damn him, he was affecting her. She could feel him, his strength and power hugged her like a warm blanket calling to her primal desire for protection and inciting an uncontrollable lust that grew by the second.

Gritting her teeth, she squeezed her legs together. She could not let her body control her; he will sense it and she will be at an even worse disadvantage.

Her mind was in a frenzy fighting a losing battle with her body, her natural urges were growing more powerful and persistent. 

Crippling her in place, she felt her body yearn painfully for a mate, any fucking mate apparently. Her heat cycle was dangerously close, she needed to get out into the forest again before it was too late. She needed to run.

She knew her scent was already saturating the air inviting male shifters to her location but she underestimated how much time she would have before they caught up to her. 

The urge to look at the man that carried this powerful energy was all consuming, his energy called to her spirit with stunning force. Time had slowed down as she felt eyes burning into her. The footsteps finally fell silent.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she turned toward him. As expected he was a giant beast of a man standing at least a foot above her, his massive body blocked the narrow aisle as he stepped forward. He was big even by shifter standards, his body displayed hard lethal muscles and broad shoulders that tensed with every breath he took. 

Blinking rapidly her eyes met his; dilated black pools of obsidian stared at her intently, borderline menacingly. She had seen that look before, she felt her heart beat hard against her chest. He was going to kill her.

She could see it in his eyes, his spirit instinctively wanted to dominate her, probably kill her in the process. She gritted her teeth feeling her canines elongate, she couldn't have run into a more perfect specimen for a mate. 

Panic contorted her face as she jerked up violently holding her arm against her chest. His eyes left hers as he looked over her body, even with several feet between them she felt the weight of his gaze penetrate her, stripping her naked down to her vulnerable battered soul. 

She needed to put space between them, but those eyes. They captivated her.

His brow creased as he assessed her injuries, taking another step closer she could see blonde streaks within his thick chestnut hair. His face was stoically handsome, with a strong roman nose and sun kissed skin. A few light freckles and coarse brown stubble ran along his chiseled jaw line. What a beautiful predator. She took a moment to commit him to memory as he looked at her in silence.

It was at this point she realized how bad she must look. She felt disgusting, her skin definitely wasn't flawless let alone clean, it was covered in dirt, blood and God knows what else. Her hair was knotted and wild around her head and her bloodied clothes were making her smell worse than road kill.

Strong shoulders and lithe muscles strained against black fabric as came closer, closing the gap between them.. His movements seemed calculated, as if he didn't want to scare her off but wanted to make sure she knew she couldn't run if she tried. 

Her body burned as she strained to hold her arm, she could feel her pussy begin to throb. His effect on her was maddening, she was delusional if she thought she could ignore it.

Lifting his arms slowly he inched closer, "Please don't run, I will not hurt you."

Her ear hummed in excitement at his deep voice, husky and smooth, it sent warmth through her like a glass of Southern Comfort. Her nerves calmed momentarily as she felt an odd sense of comfort wash over her. 

"I just want to talk." His eyes held her again, she could almost see the beast that lurked within him.

He was exceedingly powerful, for the first time in her life she was hopelessly outmatched by an opponent.

His muscular body hid beneath a plain black shirt and jeans, his heavy boots echoed as he stepped closer, "Please?"

She laughed in confusion. Please? Why wasn't he attacking? She could feel his energy pulse around him, he had the power to kill her. 

He must be toying with her.

Her voice betrayed her cracking as she spoke, "Talk... about what exactly?"

Frowning, he sat across from her engulfing the other side of the booth. His proximity made her head spin, or maybe it was the blood loss, either way she felt terribly disoriented.

"Lots of things, like how you are still alive with these wounds..." Reaching for her, he softly touched her hand sending a bolt of heat through her. Hard calluses rubbed against her slender fingers steading her shaking hand.

"You need treatment, I could smell your blood miles away. I had to run off three pride mates on my way here." 

Anxiously she pulled her hand away from him, "Thanks, but I'm fine." 

His eyes darkened as he leaned close to her, his pupils dilating, "I am Nicholas Fury, Alpha of this territory. You are on my pride lands injured and obviously in danger, you will come with me for treatment. You are in no place to refuse me."

Feeling impossibly small she felt rage boil within her, "Go with you, I don't even fucking know you. Get away from me before I scream."

A low growl came from him making her heart rate speed up, she would not be intimidated. The nerve of him commanding anything from her, she was not a part of his pride.

His black eyes shined with hints of metallic silver, she could feel his shifter spirit pushing closer to the surface sensing her challenge. Her own beast stirred within her in warning. She needed to stop provoking him but couldn't. His arrogant attitude struck a nerve within her.

Breathing in deeply a sly grin cracked across his handsome face.

"You are an unmated female correct? I can smell your approaching heat, you cannot be in my territory traveling alone. Your scent will draw others to you if you are not relieved. They will not be as pleasant as I am, you must know this."

Feeling the blood rush to her face she leered at him menacingly, "Are you deaf or just dumb? Fuck. Off."

Rushing to stand she felt his large hand grab hold of her arm, "Okay kitty, that was rude of me but you must understand..." 

Struggling to get away from him she felt her wounds burning, "Did I fucking stutter? Leave me alone dammit."

Before she could give him a slap across the face a sharp pain shoot through her arm unexpectedly. 

Gasping she felt her limbs grow heavy and numb, within seconds her mind began to fog as the urge to sleep overcame her. 

He stood abruptly wrapping his arms around her, "Please don't hate me," was all she heard before she succumbed to darkness. 

Chapter 2

He didn't want to use the tranquilizer on her, although he knew he would have to. Just from her scent he knew she was a pure blood, he knew he would have to take her but hoped she would come willing. He just wanted to help her but she just had to be defiant, fighting him even with those agonizing injuries.

He knew from the moment her scent hit him that she was his. His mate... a concept that eluded him until now. A mate that obviously was not interested in him. His gums ached anticipating her taste, he had never felt the need to claim any one hit him so hard.

Seeing her beaten and dying made his tiger go insane, the metallic stench of her blood propelled him across the city in search of her. Whoever did this would pay, she was so battered it was a wonder she was conscious at all.

Putting her limp body into his jeep he considered his options. The tranquilizer wouldn't keep her out for long, it was only meant to incapacitate shifters not knock them unconscious. He needed to get her to his den before she woke back up. Her battered body wouldn't last much longer without some kind of treatment. 

His jaw ticked impatiently as he drove, it was nine long miles until he reached his estate. It felt like an eternity until he approached the stone and brick walls of his den. The large estate loomed over rolling hills of dense forest and lush wild gardens. Large iron gates greeted him at the end of the dirt road driveway, opening quickly to allow him access. 

Jumping from the jeep he lifted her in his arms, blood had soaked into his clothes and dripped along the pavement. Her blood. She had already lost so much, he could feel her life force weakening by the second.

Her warm breath tickled his neck, reminding him that she was still alive. 

His tiger stirred impatiently wanting to ease her pain, he had never had such a powerful need to protect and care for anyone, not even with his own brothers. The deep growls that echoed in his mind kept him focused as he pressed her body closer to his. Inside, we must get her inside.

The estate was brightly lit, casting silhouettes through the large bay windows. Someone better be home, he didn't have time to summon anyone.

Bursting through the door, Fury raced down the long hallway towards the kitchen placing her softly onto a large mahogany table. Tearing off his shirt, he tied a makeshift tourniquet around her arm pressing firmly. Blackened blood continued to run from her wounds painting a gruesome picture along her skin. She was cut up worse than he expected with remnants of poison burning around several gashes. 

"Just stay with me," he whispered into her hair as he felt her skin grow hotter. Sweat broke out over her cheeks and forehead as a fever began to spread. "Please, stay with me."

It took him a moment to realize his brother stood quietly behind him observing them curiously. 

Damien shifted uncomfortably looking at the woman before him, "Should I even ask?" 

"No," Fury said harshly rummaging through cabinets. "She's been hurt badly, definitely poisoned. Her body is not healing fast enough." Reaching into a drawer he pulled out an unmarked vial of red liquid. Fae Blood.

Approaching her head he nodded to Damien, "Hold her still Damien," he said placing the vial to her lips. 

Gently, he felt her forehead again. Heat stung his fingertips, she will burn alive at this rate. 

Tipping her head back, he parted her soft lips and held the vile steady. Pouring the blood down her throat carefully, he willed the pain away focusing all his power on her wounds. He could feel his energy engulfing her, trying to cool her down. Trying to save her.

Within seconds she was overcome with violent spasms shaking the table, "Hold her Damien," he barked with a growl. 

Seizures were to be expected, her muscles and bones were reacting to the blood, attempting to grow back. She tossed and turned violently, her power surpassed Damien forcing Fury to hold her steady as well.

His hands roamed over her tattered clothes feeling the hidden soft body beneath, instinctively his tiger roared in his ears. Save her. You must save her. 

Tensing, he focused on spreading his energy throughout her to aid the blood, hopefully it was enough. It had to be enough. 

He felt a rush of hot pain enter his body suddenly staggering him, sharp images of blood soaked fangs and gore flashed through his mind in graphic clarity. His head began to pound as he tried to commit each image to memory. What the fuck happened to her?

Suddenly she stopped jerking, her muscles relaxed as soft wisps of white smoke lifted from her wounds, sealing them.

He watched silently as the gashes began to slowly close, relief washed over him as her beautiful brown eyes finally opened.

With a soft cry she gently sat up holding her head gingerly, "What the hell man..."

Tentatively, Fury wiped her curls from forehead, tucking them behind each ear.

"Are you in pain?", he whispered caressing her cheek. Confused eyes peered at him cautiously, "Not so much anymore... but my arm, how did you fix it? I... I should be dead." 

Lifting her up into his arms he left the kitchen and began to walk upstairs, "We will talk about it tomorrow, you need to rest now." Expecting objection he was surprised when she silently slumped against his chest. 

"Okay," she whispered.

Nestling into him he felt her fall asleep almost immediately, she must be exhausted. 

Without hesitation he placed her on his large plush bed. He watched as her small body sank into the thick white comforter. She was safe now.

He stared at her for a while, soaking in the details of her face. Luscious pink lips that curved perfectly into a cupid's bow, a small button nose with rose pinched cheeks against caramel skin. She was beautiful, even more so after witnessing her amazing recovery. 

The pleasure that he felt watching her wounds heal was uncanny, paralleled only to sating bloodlust with an enemy. He had never felt such emotions, he thought he was incapable of them.

Crawling in beside her, he pulled her warm body against his. He couldn't help but bury his face in her soft curls. Inhaling deeply his mouth began to water, even with the stench of blood light honey and pine tickled his nose. No one has ever smelled this good to him, it made him feel dazed, almost drunk on power. His tiger was insistent within his mind. Mine. She is mine. Claim her. Now.

Feeling his teeth grow sharper he ran his lips over her soft throat. Just a taste, his tiger insisted within him pushing hard against his skull. Just to be sure.




Last Daughter of Luna



Running his tongue over her warm skin, delicious spice teased his senses. Growling roughly he began to bite down, he couldn't stop as his tiger roared within him. She was so sweet, so perfectly delectable.

He was out of control, his tiger had snapped taking over his body commanding him to take her. He began to partially shift as his desire grew, thick hair patched his arms and legs. He needed to stop, she almost fucking died less than ten minutes ago. But he couldn't, logic and reason came second to primal instinct. 

Pulling her hips closer she began to squirm beneath him making him instinctively put his weight against her, pinning her beneath him. Her body knew what he wanted, her tiger was submitting unconsciously.

Biting harder on her soft neck he heard a soft gasp escape her lips as a burst of warm liquid filled his mouth. Stars exploded in his eyes as euphoria slammed his skull violently. Perfect, simply perfect. 

Jerking awake in a cold sweat Fury looked around anxiously. Morgan lay entwined within the comforter beside him sleeping quietly. Rubbing his head he felt his chest tighten, it was a dream. Thank Goddess, he wouldn't forgive himself if he had taken her in such a way. 

His hands fisted as he contemplated this new woman, she was addictive, fucking intoxicating even. Guilt tore through him, he couldn't stop thinking about her body, her lips, how her tight wet pussy would feel on his cock. He needed to own her, possess her, he wouldn't be able to let her out of his sight until he did. But he knew she would not submit easily, even injured she made it clear that she did not want to be anywhere near him.

A sharp pain throbbed through his head as the sound of furniture crashing downstairs pierced his ears. Jumping from the bed he felt his tiger roar in impatience. Who has the balls to attack my den? 

Waking in a daze Morgan scrambled up the bed in confusion, "Where the fuck am I? What... what is going on?" She held the comforter under her chin as she looked towards him wide eyed.

He stiffened, feeling his tiger grow impossibly protective over her. "It doesn't matter, we're leaving," he said pulling a clean shirt on. The smell of shifter blood burned into his nose, it smelled different, like dirty fucking wolves.

The Night Clan must have been tracking her, there is no other were pack within this territory. Reaching into his drawer he searched for a shirt for her. "Here put this on, you have too much blood on you," he rasped tossing her an oversized button down.

Looking at him wearily she grimaced, "Fine but you need to turn around, I'm not changing in front of you." 

His eyes flashed angrily as he regarded her with an irritated stare, "We don't have time for this. Change your shirt or I will for you." 

Crawling forward she grabbed the shirt eyeing him suspiciously, "You're such a dick."

Raising her arms, she began stripping off her soiled clothes exposing soft delicious curves to him. His cock hardened painfully at the sight of her bare tan skin, maybe he should have turned around.

Everything from the swell of her chest cupped in black lace to the soft curve of her waist and hips made his mind short circuit. Her body was made for breeding, she was ripe and fertile with taut skin and stunning proportions.

For a moment he forgot about the war within his home, his vision blurred as images of her body imprinted his mind. Shaking the haze from his head he reached for her hand, "Come on we need to go. Stay behind me." 

Posturing, she regarded him mockingly snatching her hand back, "I am healed so you can drop the hero act." 

Before Fury could respond a ferocious roar shook the house. Fuck. Adrenaline tuned his senses raw as he listened for his brothers. He needed to know what was going on but he couldn't leave her alone. The mating call was all consuming, his need to protect her and to protect his den were equally important in his mind. He had never had to make this type of decision before.

Quieting his thoughts he mentally linked with Damien, he could hear muffled growls as he fought an intruder. ' Leave brother, take the woman away. She is their target,' he growled through the link. Turning from the door he felt a tinge of fear pulse through him. 'Can you handle this brother?' Fury could hear the bones of Damien's opponent crack. 'Believe me brother, I can handle this. Go.'

"What was that?" Morgan said eyeing the door suspiciously.

Remaining silent he took back her hand and led her out onto the balcony. Tall snow tipped pine trees swayed gently before them, "Get on my back." 

Snorting, Morgan climbed onto the ledge of the porch, "Yah right, how about you try to keep up." 

He watched as she jumped off the ledge transforming midair into a slim white and gold tiger. Her fur shimmered brightly in the moonlight as she fell to the ground, darting into the forest.

Leaning over the ledge he watched her shadow as she ran, he could feel his power intensify as he pondered catching her.

Jumping down, he allowed his tiger to take control. His body quickly realigned itself transforming him into a massive black Siberian tiger, the last of his kind.

Sprinting, he followed her sweet scent throughout the forest. She was fast, incredibly fast now that she was healed. Her agile body jumped over boulders and downed trees with ease. His tiger was anxious to catch her propelling him faster until the stench of rabid dog slammed into him. He stopped abruptly peering through the darkness until he saw movement in a small clearing. Approaching slowly, he felt his anger grow as the scent of her intensified.

She lay naked in the moonlight as a large wolf stood over her pawing at the dirt around her. Immediately roaring, he ran toward them aggressively bearing his fangs, ready to kill.

The large wolf eyed him haughtily as he circled her body, his brown fur glistening with blood. 

Stirring, she stood up, "Stand down tiger we were just talking." Fury looked at her bewildered, she was not only fully recovered but hadn't scarred at all, her skin and hair glowed brightly with vibrant health. 

Her curvy naked body revealed full perky breasts with hard dusky pink nipples. His eyes winced as they left her body and focused on the large wolf whining next to her. Her scent disoriented him, he wanted to fuck her but also wanted to kill him at the same time. He couldn't decide which to do first. 

Transforming back to his human form he felt bloodlust grow as she stepped toward the beast and away from him.

"Don't get close to him," Fury growled feeling his talons lengthen. 

"There you go demanding again," she said coolly stroking the wolf's massive head. Whispering into the animals' ear she stepped back allowing him to transform into his human form.

Asher Night stood brazenly beside her, his hard muscled body covered in blood and decorated with scars displayed a prominent erection. Growing green eyes stared menacingly towards Fury, his chiseled boyish face streaked with blood and dirt. Smirking arrogantly, he ran a hand through his shaggy blonde hair, "That is no way to speak to a lady, especially one as beautiful as this." 

The air grew thick as the men squared off, stubbornness, hate and strength fueled there lifelong rivalry. Few would ever believe they were half brothers, their strength a direct result of their fathers' lineage. 

Stepping between them Morgan looked back and forth in contempt, "Listen, I know you two hate each other and all but we have a bigger problem to deal with." 

Taking his eyes from Asher he glared at her, "A bigger problem than this disgusting dog trashing my fucking den?" 

With a flash of razor sharp teeth Asher leered in disgust," Trashing your den? If I wanted to destroy your shithole den I would have long ago, your pride has become weak." Asher's eyes glowed brighter as he touched Morgan's hip, "Only the strong survive, isn't that right Fury? It's for the betterment of the species of course, a weak Alpha breeds a weak pack."

That was it. Lunging forward Fury slammed his fist into Asher's ribs repeatedly, punching him with supernatural speed. Deafening cracks disrupted the silence around them as he attacked. Howling defiantly, Asher sunk his claws deep into Fury's chest causing him to stumble, "Is that your best pussy cat?"

Striking out, he grabbed Asher by the neck throwing him several feet back with ease. "I'm going to fucking kill you."

"Stop!" Morgan screamed sending a piercing whistle through the air, their ear drums shattered under the assault, tearing roars of pain from them.

Dropping to his knees Fury covered his ears trying to block the terrible ringing through his head. Looking up, he saw Asher kneeled down as well shaking violently, "Release me woman, he must pay for his crimes..."

Pointing at Fury, Asher looked towards Morgan with malice, "this fucking zoo animal burned my village, killing several of my pack mates."

Ignoring him Morgan slowly circled around them, "Listen to me boys, I know it's hard to understand the concept of working together but you need to. Both of your packs are in danger and surprisingly it's not because of either of you. The attacks were not only to provoke you, but to find my location." Sighing she lifted her hand releasing him from their crippling pain, "Ready to play nice?"

Glaring at each other in silence they both clenched their fists, tense with unstable anger. "Nice enough, I guess," she said rolling her eyes.

Sighing she looked up towards the night sky, "Dark mages attacked your home Fury, they attacked Asher's pack too, not even a few hours ago."

Standing, he stared at her confused, "Why would dark mages be here, they are all exiled or dead. I smelled disgusting dog when they came, not decrepit mage." 

Shrugging she lifted her arms over her head to stretch, "They are back to kill me, you, him, shit anyone that is powerful is a target. Their dark magic will kill or control all of us as we approach the solstice."

Fury stepped closer, his eyes narrowing on her. "Who exactly are you? First you're almost dead and now you're completely healed and telling me a race of mages that have been gone for five hundred years is back to kill us."

Morgan looked towards Fury with a sinister grin, "they are the reason I was almost dead, but just for the sake of clarification I'll let you in on my little secret. You are looking at the last daughter of Luna, Miss Morgan Kale. I have been fighting these fuckers for weeks now, with no thanks for the likes of you."

"This is not a joke Morgan," Fury said looking down into her eyes, she couldn't possibly be serious. "That is a myth, a fairy tale told to children to help them sleep. Luna's daughters no longer exist and the last of the Mage's were killed in the last lineage war. Our father killed the last Lorde centuries ago."

Without a word she lowered her hand slightly causing his tiger to buckle within him. Roars echoed in his head, he had never been challenged or controlled by another, let alone a woman.

Reluctantly, he fell to his knees before her shaking in anger. "Tell me Fury, do you like jokes because I tend to think of myself as pretty funny," she said mockingly as she walked around him. 

Straining against her control he slowly began to stand breaking free of her hold.

"You are not funny Morgan." Striding toward her threateningly he grabbed her waist pulling her hard against his chest. "Do not do that again." 

Smiling wryly she put her finger against his shoulder sending a painful shock of electricity through him. 

Stumbling in surprise he fell back onto the ground. "Don't tell me what to do pussy cat," she mused standing defiantly over him. "You're brother has been very receptive to me, why are you being so stubborn and arrogant? 

"Why are you so disobedient?!" he said glaring at her, "that mutt is not my bother, he is nothing to me." She grimaced looking between the two, "don't be so mean Fury, you two are brothers in blood. You know more than anyone that blood trumps all." 

Growling in frustration he sneered at her, "My patience is wearing thin." Looking towards Asher in disgust he began to walk towards her, "as far as I am concerned the Night clan can go fuck themselves, I want no part of this."

"Oh no, the scaredy cat doesn't want to play with wolves," Asher scoffed cracking a smug grin. His broad shoulders rolling as he leaned against a large oak tree casually. He knew how to piss off Fury and by the look of rage cast on Fury's face, he was doing a pretty great job of it. 

"Nope, don't even say another word," she said standing between them again. "Stop bickering now because you will both be helping each other. Now that they have attacked you it will not stop until you are all dead." Looking between them she smiled playfully.

"Oh come on, it'll be fun." 

Chapter 3

"This is your idea of fun!?" Fury roared as he entered the destroyed building that was once his den. Rage etched his face as he looked at the extent of the damage. His estate was trashed, broken glass and debris filled his foyer under a heap of smoke and ash. Generations of Alphas were born and raised here including himself, these mages will pay for this damage with their lives.

Rushing through the rubble he searched for his brothers. "Damien, Marko? Respond to me!," he bellowed throwing furniture out of his way in frustration. The large hall and adjoined kitchen were blackened with soot, the pictures of family and packs lay broken and burned within the debris.

"Calm yourself brother," said Marko stumbling from the kitchen, his blonde hair was blackened by ash, his young face covered in blood.

"Dammit Marko, why didn't you call for me!" Fury demanded picking up Marko in a tight embrace. "There was no need brother," he said pulling away his bright blue eyes intent. 

"They were physically weak but their magic was impressive, they did a lot of damage before we gained control." Rubbing the ash from his brothers' hair Fury looked around the room expectantly, "Where is Damien?"

Dusting off his jeans leisurely Marko pointed to a giant hole smashed through the kitchen wall, "He followed the mages that escaped with Troy and Liam a little while ago. We have told the pack to stay in the Grand Hall until you return, the mages only did superficial damage. My guess was they wanted to send a message."

Irritated, Fury focused his mind in search of his brother. Linking mentally with him, he heard his faint heartbeat; 'Where are you Damien?' A long pause followed his command until Damien finally responded, 'In Tucca Country, I will be back in a few minutes to regroup brother but we need to talk. There are dozens of fucking wizards searching for your woman, I'm not sure why but they made their objective pretty clear.'

Fury closed the mental link and began scanning for any wizards nearby. He had never encountered one and was not familiar with their scent, they were master deceivers and could mimic just about anything. "We are leaving, pack a bag Marko." Looking towards Asher he reached for Morgan, "You can leave now, dog." 

Stepping in front of Asher protectively, Morgan glared at him, "Stop being an asshole for five minutes Fury and think. It will take both of you to destroy the mages. Your pride and his pack are in danger until we kill them." 

"Yah, Stop being an asshole Fury," Asher said with a shit eating grin, "You need me." His smug face made Fury's fists itch, he wanted to smash his head against a wall. No, he needed to. Death was the only way of ridding himself of this piece of shit. 

Chuckling behind Morgan his hand trailed the small of her back lightly. Fury's temple pulsed as his tiger growled in anger. Kill Him. Just fucking kill him. She will get over it, he could defeat the mages alone. But he knew it wasn't possible, he couldn't kill direct kin, even if he was only related by their sire.

Breathing deeply he tried to keep his anger in check. The thought of Morgan allowed his tiger to calm bringing a dark smile to his face. He would find a way to kill him and take great pleasure in fucking her over his dead body. He needed to see through Ashers' instigating but damn it was hard. Especially with Morgan so close to him, their every proximity provoked his rage.

"I do not need your help wolf, these mages attacked my den and will die by my hands," he said coldly. He linked with his Omega Bian, 'Take the pack to Sierra, bring necessities with you but not much, there are supplies at the compound. Stay there until we have assessed the damage and killed the threat, I will update you as soon as I can.'

'Of course Alpha,' he heard in return.

Walking to Morgan he grabbed her face in his hands staring deeply into her eyes, "Tell me another way, there has to be another way. He couldn't possibly be necessary." 

His eyes morphed into silver pools of ink as he looked through her, into her mind. Her eyes were beautiful but distracting, his concentration was breaking as he felt her energy repel him. His eyes strained as darkness filled his vision clouding his mind. She couldn't possibly be blocking him, could she? His abilities were unmatched. He could read anyone's mind.

That was until now. Her big brown eyes held amusement as she shook her head, "You should trust me Fury, if there was another way I would be doing it already, you haven't exactly been cooperative." 

Growling low, he released her face and turned to Asher, "I will not cooperate with you until you apologize." 

Stepping forward Asher stood as tall and muscular as Fury but their similarities ended there. Where Fury was serious and calculated, Asher was playful and spontaneous. Asher's face was pale with sharper features and bright green eyes, they both had the same structure but when it came to the details they inherited their features from their mothers. Morgan wondered what their mothers looked like to make such beautiful men, their Alpha must have been very powerful to create such formidable sons within different species. 

Asher's' arrogance radiated off of him as he released his talons, "I will never apologize for a crime I didn't commit." Asher's eyes glowed neon anticipating challenge, "It is you who should be begging for forgiveness from me."

The air grew thick and hot with tension, "You two are by far the most hard headed Alphas I've ever met. Your people are literally going to be wiped out and you're bitching about some bullshit from the past?" 

Turning away from them she let out a dramatic sigh," You two..." 

Broken glass crashed across the room catching their attention, stopping her mid-sentence. "Fucking Christ, this place is worse than I thought," Damien yelled as hestepped through the destroyed wall. Liam and Troy followed closely behind covered in mud and grass. Wiping their limbs in disgust the men bowed their heads toward Fury.

Reluctantly, Fury stepped away from Asher towards his brother, "We have a slight change of plans. I will not be joining you," he said bitterly through clenched teeth, "I will be working with the Night Clan to take care of our problem." 

Damien looked at him with an arched brow "You will be working with the Night Clan?" 

"Yes..," he said gruffly.

Frowning Damien looked towards Morgan, "And this is because of..."

"The dark mages," Fury said raising his hand, cutting him off, "Damien, these dark mages are after both of our clans, we are stronger together. That is all."

Looking back towards Morgan his head began to ache, she was influencing his decisions, he could feel it. He fucking hated Asher Night and would never work with him. Damn her, if he wasn't so sure she was his mate he would never have listened to her.

Sighing heavily Fury pulled Damien aside, "Damien you will work with Asher's beta Lee and provide protection to both clans at the Sierra and Garla compounds. All able warriors are to be stationed throughout the territories killing anything they find. Asher and I will go deal with the mages." 




Last Daughter of Luna



Damien looked at his brother in apprehension, opening their mental link;' Are you sure brother? He will kill you as soon as he has a chance.'

Turning away, he smirked; 'Trust me Damien, I plan on never giving him a chance.'

Smiling playfully Damien shrugged his shoulders. "Alright, we will go tend to the family while you three have some fun," he joked walking towards Morgan. "I'm afraid we only met while you were unconscious, I figure I should introduce myself now that you're alive and well. I'm Damien, this brutes loyal beta and charming brother," he extended his hand but received a tight embrace in return.

Going rigid, he felt Fury and Asher's deadly stares, deep growls echoed through the room. Shifters barely noticed eachothers nudity, it was as natural as breathing to them. But with Morgan it was hard not to notice. Damien felt the voluptuous body against his own, his cock resting against her soft stomach. Letting go of him, Morgan cupped his face in her small hands, "Oh I remember you Damien Fury, thank you for saving my life." 

Standing on her tip toes she gave him a quick peck on the cheek, "I'm Morgan, I hope to return the favor one day, I am forever in your debt."

Smiling broadly he regarded his brother, "You are very kind Morgan but it was Fury that saved you, I just followed his lead." Giggling she pinched his cheek softly, "So modest, you could all learn a lesson from Damien. Take notes." 

Patting her hand gently Damien walked away shifting into a large yellow tiger. Marko, Troy and Liam followed suit transforming as well, the Fury pack was intimidating to say the least. They were all such large tigers, even if their human forms were normal. Running through the opening in the wall, Damien lead them toward the Garla compound where they could find the Night Clan.

"Alright now the fun begins," Morgan said beaming. "We need to go visit a friend of mine, she will help us find these bastards." 

Waving her hand over her body she quickly conjured small wisps of yellow that wound around her bare torso. It began to form to her skin creating a simple yellow slip of a dress. 

"You two need to get dressed, she is pretty conservative and doesn't appreciate dicks in her face," she said with a smirk. Luckily almost all shifters possessed some kind of magic and due to their superior rank as Alpha's they conjured clothes just as easily as she did.

Placing her hand against the charred wall Morgan began to whisper softly causing the wall to morph into a transparent golden liquid. "What is this?" asked Asher sticking his finger into the liquid curiously. It molded around his finger like soft jelly, "I've never seen magic like this before."

"A short cut," she said stepping through, the liquid quickly covered her leg in a warm embrace, "come on, don't be shy." Reluctantly they both walked through feeling the thick liquid close around them. The trip through time and space was a flash of white light, no feeling, sound or smell came along with them as magic propelled them to their destination.

Seconds later they flew through the air, landing on soft warm grass with a thud.

"What the hell? Where are we?" asked Fury shaking his head clear. "Louisiana, of course," Morgan said twirling around, "Home of all the best alchemists, you can't find magic better than the Ol' South." 

Even under the darkness of night their superior eyes could see the thick bushes and overgrown tree roots that surrounded the small blue house. They had landed in the bayou, on a scrap of land within a dense humid swamp, with no human essence around for miles.

"This better not be a damn witch," Asher murmured irritability as branches slapped against his arms and legs. Witches were condemned by wolves and most other shifters, they could choose light or dark and almost always chose to use evil, just like their male counterparts the mages. Their inherent ability to kill the supernatural helped them stay alive all these years but they lives on the edges of shifter society, keeping mostly to themselves.

"Alchemists are not witches, not like there's anything wrong with witches," Morgan said jumping over the brush expertly, "but there is a difference."

Asher huffed, "Nothing wrong with witches?!"

"Shush," Morgan said peering over an overgrown gate that led towards the house..

Instead of going to the front door, Morgan ran towards the backyard walking along a cleared cobblestone path. "Alchemists just happen to be one with nature, regular paranormal hippies. They are the best potion brewers you will ever find and this one happens to be the best of the bunch."

The backyard was free of any overgrowth allowing the men momentary relief. Thick branch's hung high above their heads with swinging vines of purple and white flowers. Beautiful cannot describe the stunning natural scenery; it was a total contrast to the front of the home.

Crossing the threshold, the men paused sensing a power foreign to them, unlimited magic was not something to take lightly. Under the waning moon, they saw a petite girl floating naked above a large coy pond. Dipping her feel absentmindedly, she sent steady ripples through the water cascading the moonlit reflection.

White flowers surrounded the water leaning towards her shimmering body. Her milky skin reflected the moonlight, casting an eerie glow throughout the yard. She was beautiful, but with small perky breasts and lean, narrow hips she looked more like a child than a woman.

"Chloe?" Morgan said dipping a toe into the pond.

Rising high into the air, the woman flew towards Morgan in a burst of purple sparks shrieking in excitement, her straight, long black hair flowed wildly as she wrapped her thin arms around her. "My love it's been ages, how are you! We have so much to talk about..." 

Turning, she looked towards Asher and Fury in confusion, her eyes glowing bright blue, "Men?"

Beckoning them closer, Morgan held out her hand towards Chloe. A diamond soul gem sparkled under the moonlight casting rainbow rays of light along the water. Crossing her arms, Chloe regarded the gem suspiciously. "This is a large payment, what exactly do you need from me Morgan?" 

Smiling innocently Morgan began to trace the sparkling gem along Chloe's breast, "I just need your services Chloe, nothing more..." Chloe's pale skin began to grow pink as heat flushed her face. "Please don't mind the brutes, they are dear to me and are aiding in my little problem. I just need your assistance with something."

Sighing softly Chloe grinned, "Alright but I can't accept this as payment." Morgan stared intimately into Chloe's icey blue eyes as she pressed the gem against her heart, "Then accept it as a gift, it's been way too long since I've visited." Laughing Chloe embraced her again, "Okay, okay, let's get inside and see what I can do."

As they walked through a large archway, the inside of the house began to expand into a large greenhouse. Grass and rocks lined the walls as hummingbirds flew above them through leaves and hanging vines.

"So, we kinda need some help locating some... friends. We need a tracker vial, maybe some invisibility potion or an energy bomb, I don't know, surprise me," Morgan said hopping onto a wooden counter. Reaching up, she began thumbing through the rows of alchemy books.

"What? You're an arms dealer?" Asher asked perplexed, studying the small woman. She couldn't have been more than 5 feet tall and looked as innocent as a school child. Turning quickly, she eyed him angrily, "No, I am an alchemists. There is a difference."

Shrugging his shoulders Asher grinned playfully, "Of course there is."

Frowning, Chloe floated towards Morgan, "Who are these guys anyway, you've always worked alone. You know I cannot give you potions to do harm."

Opening a dusty book Morgan flipped through the pages leisurely, "I know, I know, they are just friends. Asher, Fury this is Chloe; Chloe this is Asher and Fury." Smiling sweetly she reached for another book, "Now that we're all friends can we continue?" 

"Uh- huh," Chloe said sarcastically. "Now I know why you brought a soul gem." Smiling wickedly, Chloe conjured a frilly green apron over her naked body, "You're lucky I love you."

Smiling, Morgan closed the book," I'm promising no harm to any 'living' being, that's pretty generous. Besides this is about saving our species, defeating the bad guys, no harm no foul." 

Chloe looked at her frowning, "Well as good as that sounds, I cannot do harm and neither can my potions so I'm limited in what I can do." Letting out a huff Chloe looked around thinking quietly, "let me have a look, maybe I can find some loopholes."

Flying around the room Chloe began reaching into rocks and crevices to retrieve various vials. Her small body began to him with energy as she flew. She moved a lot like a hummingbird, darting around so quickly she disappeared leaving only a faint trail of purple sparks in her wake.

With her arms full of vials of every shape and color, she conjured up a wicker basket carefully placing them inside. "Everything you could ever need is in here, including three vials of tracker potion but you must be careful. They vary in potency and will only last a short period of time." 

Hopping up next to Morgan, she handed over the basket. Caressing her cheek gently Morgan leaned into her brushing her lips against her ear," Thank you, Chloe." Turning her face slowly Chloe met Morgan's lips in a soft kiss. "I've missed you." Her pink lips parted slightly enticing Morgan's tongue, their hands roamed each other's necks delicately as the scent of desire filled the room.

Fury and Asher looked at each other in confusion, there hate for each other sated with the view of these two woman kissing each other tenderly. Asher licked his lips thinking of the Tigress before him, never had he wanted a tiger before he had always preferred bitches. But the longer he spent with her the more his urge and need grew, his wolf knew she was his mate but his head was having a hard time agreeing. He had always been in control of his beast on all matters, except when it came to Morgan.

He was told long ago that as brothers of such an ancient lineage they were forever linked to rule a joined clan, whether they wanted to or not. There bitter rivalry has always kept them separated, he never imagined he could be in the same room as his brother, let alone possibly share a mate for all eternity. 

His felt his wolf howl in approval of the realization, a sexual and powerful mate with a sense of humor, the Goddess has blessed him. His brother being in the picture could not dampen his happiness with finding her, he would not let Fury push her away and claim her as his own.

Asher's mind drifted as he gazed longingly at her, her sweet scent confirming his thoughts. This woman might just sway destiny back to its original plan, if anyone would make them join clans, it would be her.

Looking towards his brother, Fury linked with him sending a jolt of anger into his brain, 'Keep you mind off of her dog.' Asher cringed elbowing Fury in the ribs with lightening speed, 'If you don't like what I am thinking, stay out of my head.' They remained silent as they watched the two women, knowing deep down what fate had already planned and somehow not feeling the urge to fight it. 

Giggling, Chloe nuzzled her nose against Morgan's, breaking their kiss. "Be safe on your adventure my love, bring me a treasure, will you?" Morgan's heart ached at the thought of leaving Chloe again, the little alchemist held a special spot in her soul.

Jumping from the counter, Morgan walked towards the men handing the large basket to Asher. "You know I will, I'll be back after the solstice, we can talk and eat ice cream and do whatever else you want." 

Smiling beautifully, Chloe turned toward the archway waving her hand. A stream of gold liquid rose from the floor creating a fluid doorway in the middle of the room, "I look forward to it, now leave before I change my mind." Chloe hugged Morgan one last time and opened the door.

Waving goodbye, they stepped through the large door and traveled through the same vortex as earlier. This time they arrived at the base of Mount Hallow buried deep in the woods, about 45 miles from Fury's estate.

Disoriented, Fury sat down on a boulder holding his head, "Do you always travel like this?" His senses were all over the place, his tiger was confused and growled loudly protesting the erratic form of travel. 

Stretching her arms above her head Morgan grinned, "Oh no, it's actually pretty hard to do and takes a lot of stamina. Most people don't teleport more than twice a year, you did it twice in the same day."

Asher walked towards Morgan earnestly, a wicked grin painted his handsome face. "So are we just going to ignore your moment with Chloe in there?" He couldn't get the image of them kissing out of his head, his cock stood painfully erect and his wolf was so consumed with her it barely noticed they had traveled at all.

Gleefully, Morgan hooked her arm in the crook of his stealing the basket from his fingers, "Chloe is a very old and dear friend, a best friend even." Frowning she looked up at him innocently. "Did what you see upset you Alpha Night?"

Smirking seductively he reached down cupping her chin, tilting her head up. Lightly tracing her ear with his lips, he felt her body grow warmer, "Actually, I loved what I saw..., can't you tell?" 

Morgan felt her face burn red as Asher's warm breath crawled down her neck, his hard cock pressed against her stomach as he looked down at her with desire. "Do you like teasing us?" he said pressing his cock against her harder.

Breathing heavily, Morgan felt her control slipping; her kiss with Chloe must have been too much, her stomach coiled with the realization that she was rapidly approaching her heat cycle. His touch ignited the fire she had buried deep within; her pussy began to drip with honey as the thought of them filling her entered her mind. Her tiger purred in approval, Asher was just as perfect a specimen as Fury.

Breathless, she let him mold against her body, the air was saturated with the scent of her arousal attracting him even more.

"Step away from her Asher," Fury growled baring his fangs in a ferocious sneer. Her scent made his tiger ferocious; he fisted his hands to keep them from ripping her out of his arms.

Panting heavily she fell to her knees, "Stop, make it stop... my body... is on fire." Tearing at her clothes, she began to partially shift, sharp teeth and claws broke through as her eyes began to glow auburn. 

"Can you not smell her? She needs our help Fury; you know that better than anyone. We need to do something," Asher said standing beside her, panic furrowed his brow as she writhed in pain. 

Sitting up, Morgan squeezed her breasts earnestly looking up at them, her dress hung off her body in shreds. "No fighting, help me... please..." Her curly hair had become wild framing her flushed face as she tossed her head back moaning in agony. 

Her heat had arrived and it was in full force sending sparks of raw desire through her body. Hesitantly, Fury knelt down in front of her, "Are you sure?" He wanted her since he laid eyes on her but he would not tolerate taking her by force. His tiger would never accept a forced mating of any kind, it was disgraceful. 

Asher quietly knelt behind her as well, softly rubbing her shoulders and neck. Closing her eyes she whispered softly, "Yes... please."

Looking up, Fury met Asher's eyes, "We will relieve her, not ourselves. Understood?" Moving his hands from her shoulders, Asher gently felt her full breasts, kneading them softly, "I am a perfect gentleman."

Fury expected the pangs of jealousy to rip through him but instead felt nothing, his tiger only cared about one thing. Relieving her pain.

As Asher rubbed her breasts Fury kissed a soft trail up her thighs, his beard tickled against her skin making her legs tremble even more. Asher's hands were rough with callouses but each caress was soft and gentle making her head spin.

The cool night air ran along her skin hardening her nipples, she had never had a heat this intolerable. The pain began to morph into warm pleasure as they slowing explored her body. 

Asher nipped his way up her neck savoring the taste of her skin, licking her ear softly he felt his wolf growl in satisfaction within him, "Tell me what you want baby." 

Her eyes widened as her tiger roared with lust demanding her to conceive. Muffled words rang in her ears. Bear their young. They are strong mates. Submit to them. Mate. Her tiger was in a frenzy, her brain a chaotic mix of extreme need and pain. 

She couldn't believe how easily her tiger was swayed by them, they had been accepted by her spirit already. Her tiger had never submitted like this, she always fought before submitting but for some reason the urge to pull back never entered her mind. Frustrated, she shook her head clear. "Kiss me," she murmured pulling him closer. Taking hold of her face, Asher's tongue dominated her soft mouth exploring every inch of her lips and tongue. Biting at her lower lip he pinched her nipples gently. "So beautiful..." 

Soft gasps escaped her as Fury pulled her legs apart exposing her pink center. Reaching under her, he grabbed her firm round ass, lifting her up to his mouth earnestly. His tongue ran painfully slow up her slit, licking the sweet juices from her ass to her clit. His mouth circled her small bud, sending powerful waves of pleasure through her. 

"So sweet..." he growled slipping his tongue deep into her pussy. Her taste was like the sweetest elixir, her tight pussy convulsed around his tongue in response urging him deeper. 

She grabbed his thick hair unable to control the pleasure that racked though her body. Licking his lips hungrily, Fury looked up at her. Auburn eyes glowing with desire stared back at him, he could feel his tiger growing persistent, demanding submission. Her submission.

Gripping her ass roughly he leaned down licking her sensitive clit harder, her pussy was slick with honey radiating heat against his mouth. Grinning at her wickedly he bit down on her clit tearing a scream of pleasure from her, "Tell me what you want kitty."

Moaning uncontrollably she pulled at his hair in frustration, "You know..., you know what I want Alpha."

Roughly he pushed two fingers into her slick pussy without warning. The invasion sent a shattering orgasm through her causing her pussy to clench firmly around him. Hot and impossibly tight she felt amazing, lifting her hips she strained for more as he began to pump into her. "So eager...", he said kissing her hip tenderly.

Hot energy shot through him as she rocked against his fingers faster, unknown magical power surged into his body constraining his chest. He could feel his muscles bulge as her hips rocked, his arms and legs straining to accommodate the new mass. The power consumed his tiger as she came, he knew his control wouldn't last much longer at this rate.

Looking up, he watched as Asher left her puckered mouth, pulling her hard nipple between his sharp teeth. Scratching at his back, sweet moans of encouragement escaped her as he suckled each breast.

"Please, I need...," she gasped squirming beneath them, "both of you..." Her body lifted from the ground as she began to climax again, her screams of ecstasy echoed through the silence of the forest.

Pulling away suddenly Asher looked over his shoulder, "We have company." A dark figure shifted behind the trees, red eyes glowed brightly as the stench of death overpowered the sweet musky air.

Laying her down softly, Asher looked towards Fury as anger radiated through their minds, 'Do you smell that?' Fury looked towards the forest silently rubbing her hips and thighs. He relished the sight of her flushed body before him. 




Last Daughter of Luna



Standing slowly they stood over her in unison, their large bodies blocking her from view. Fury peered into the darkness and linked with his brother. 'Vampire.'

Chapter 4

A wave of power shook through the forest violently toppling the tall pine trees. Christian turned from his kill peering into the darkness in confusion, 'What the hell was that?' 

Feeling rejuvenated after feeding, he wiped the cold blood from his lips. Dropping the dead brunette dismissively into the snow he ran toward the dark forest feeling the unknown power surround him.

His ears vibrated as screams of ecstasy cut through the silence; instinctively his fangs ached as the smell of a delicious female filled the air. Approaching cautiously, he saw her gasping in pleasure uncontrollably, two men knelt at either side of her provoking her voluptuous naked body towards release.

Sparks of electricity danced around them, beautiful flickers of red lit up the darkness coating the men in an opaque veil. 

Curiosity pulled him closer, her body called to him like no other woman had ever before. Skulking in the darkness he looked on in excitement as her face came into view.

It was her. The one his master has been searching for. The last daughter of Luna.

He felt the air shift as the men noticed his presence, standing slowly above her their faces came into view sending tremors of anger through him. Asher Night and Nick Fury, the strongest Alpha's within a thousand miles stood over her protectively, looking through the darkness in anger. 'How could they have already found her!'

Christian watched in horror as the cloud of energy dissipated around them showcasing terrifying changes to their bodies.

Their muscular bodies seemed to have grown in size displaying more defined and sculpted biceps and abs; they were in human form but somehow had long and sharp talons. Static hummed around them as their eyes glowed in anger, their auras became dark red changing the feel of the forest from lust to rage.

"Show yourself vampire!" yelled Asher glaring through the darkness. Both men remained protectively over her but Christian knew their eyes would be able to find him if he remained close.

Christian grimaced in disgust. He couldn't defeat both of them alone, especially with the power they received from the woman. Growling quietly he turned and fled back into the dark forest, he would gather help and retrieve this woman, his master would be pleased. 

Feeling the air shift, Fury looked to his brother smugly, "It seems our friend has retreated." 

"Yes, but he will return, we need to get to safer territory," Asher said kneeling beside her, "I have a safe house about fifteen miles from here."

Morgan lay on the cold ground sweating profusely, her body remained flushed and hot as they looked over her in concern. Her heat had only momentarily been sated, she would not be able to fully release until they were in a safe place.

"Okay, I'll carry her. You lead the way," Fury said lifting her into his arms. His hate for Asher did not burn as intensely as it once had, he seemed genuinely concerned for her well-being which relaxed his tiger.

Retrieving the basket full of vials Asher lead Fury through the darkness, his wolf marveled at the changes in his body. His legs felt leaner, his heart stronger, he moved effortlessly through the thick forest wondering what had happened. Could she really be Luna's daughter? 

Fury followed with ease, her body felt weightless in his arms. The only reminder that she was curled against him was the constant warmth flowing through his chest. Within minutes they passed into Night territory stopping before a small one story cabin. Rays of the rising run kissed the horizon as dawn approached.