"Your wish is my command dear heart."
Chapter 5
"Are you okay?" Grix stared with a weird look on his face that Tabiya couldn't quite place. He'd stopped just short of her bedroom door.
"Yes." She reached up and stroked the scruff of his beard. "Yes. I'm fine."
Grix gaze searched hers. He took two big steps through the door and to the bed before laying her down gently. "You're a horrible liar Tabby."
"I ..." Tabiya bolted upright, her face flush, her tone came out flustered. "I keep thinking about the decision, you have to make."
He sat down on the bed next to her. "I want it to be our decision."
"I think you already know what you want to do but you just want to see if I agree. It's not up to me..." She paused, "I didn't mean to put a damper on things."
"No." He shook his head. "If we need to talk first, then let's talk." He moved to the top of the bed, leaning against the headboard. "I want your full attention when we make love. Can't have the future coming between us."
"Detroit is my home. I don't wat to leave." She twisted the newly acquired bauble on her ring finger.
He nodded, head tilted to the side, looking away from her. Grix raked his hand through his hair. "Going with the deal from the PWP would mean we're giving up everything." He finally turned and looked at her. "It's..."
"Complicated." She finished his sentence. "I get the appeal. But my instincts are screaming that this is a bad idea. I don't want it to look like we're running away."
"I've thought of that." He grabbed her hand. "And part of me really wants to stick it to Talon. He thinks of himself as the big bad grizzly bear. It's time he was brought back to reality."
"Are you ready for the war this is going to start?" She asked.
"Yes." His tone was firm, his jaw set in a hard line. "I know what it's going to cost." He squeezed her hand before releasing it. "I talked with the pack. They want to go with Christoph. They'll back me. Most are tired of how things have been and are ready for a change." He scratched his cheek, "As Alpha, there is only two ways to go. Either with me or against me."
"It's not going to be easy." She shifted on the bed.
"No, it's not. " He ran a hand over his face. "I'm not expecting it to be."
Tabiya picked up on the small thread of audible stress in his voice. At that moment, she was grateful, she knew him as well as she did.
"Then why even entertain the witness thing." Her voice was calm and tone even.
"Because if you wanted to, I would. I could have done it if you were with me." He rubbed the back of his neck, "You don't like pack life"
"You shouldn't do that." She sighed.
He frowned. "Do what?"
"Stake your life on mine. Don't make this about me."
"Why?" He pulled her onto his lap, holding her face in his hands. "Don't you realize how much I love you? How much you mean to me? How much you are a part of me?" He pushed a stray loc behind her ear. "You are a part of everything I do." He kissed her gently on the lips. "You don't have to be strong." He lowered his voice. "You are not the only one who gets vibes. I know you're scared."
She closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath.
"Don't hide from me." He touched her cheek with his palm. "You keep saying we are in this together. That we have this bond, this connection. Let me show you how good we can be together."
"I said yes."
He smiled and his eyes lit up. "And I'm happy." His smile faltered. "But I want you to be sure. I don't want this to be an obligatory thing." He slowly exhaled, his next words came out slow and measured. "If you want to take it back..." He looked down at her hand and the ring he'd placed on her finger less than an hour ago. "I'll understand." He pulled her left hand to his lips, kissing her knuckle. "We can think of it as a promise ring, if you're not ready."
"I don't need a promise ring. And I'm not giving my ring back." She laughed. "I love you and I want to marry you, Granger," Tabiya said in a strong voice. "I just don't want you to regret anything."
"I don't." He kissed her, deep and long as he laid her back on the bed.
"You look beautiful." He dropped his hand to her shoulder. His gaze fixated on hers. His other hand, rested at her waist, virtually no room between them.
Tabiya knew that look in his eyes well. The glint of desire, glisten of heat in the dark depth of his irises. Her lips parted as she leaned up for another brief kiss.
Grix's breath tickled her ear. "I want to see you come." He whispered.
His words invading her soul, sending an electric pulse through her body, prickling her scalp, and making her pussy tingle.
"No." She breathed out causing him to stop. "I want you to fuck me. I don't want to wait to feel you inside me."
"As you wish." He said, his voice low and deep.
As much as she loved making love to him and laying beside him, her body craved him to be inside her. Being with him, in wolf form was one thing, but this, body to body, limb to limb was what she needed right now
Grix quickly stripped them both of their clothing. Once he'd had her bare, naked, and unashamed before him, he kissed her again. His tongue inserting in her mouth as his fingers reached between her leg.
His other hand grabbed her breast, nipping at one nipple then the other.
Tabiya touched his chest, his hard muscles pressed against her fingertips as she trailed her hand down the seemingly endless ridges and planes of his abs gliding to his cock and gripping it in her hand.
"Stop playing and fuck me." She breathed into his ear.
He rested his forehead against hers, gasping for breath as she fondled his dick, stroking and rubbing the head as best she could since she was pressed underneath him. She pushed her pelvis up, grinded against him.
Granger groaned. He pushed her into the bed, his legs spreading her legs further apart, one hand scooped under her ass, lifting her towards him, the other guiding himself inside her.
Taiya wrapped her legs around him, scratching at his shoulder.
Grix bent his head, kissing her as he waited for their bodies to adjust to each her. She felt him grow inside her as he deepened his claim on her mouth. His tongue darting in and out, teasing and exploring. He cupped her neck, angling her head to intensify the kiss.
The kiss was demanding and bruising. He alternated pounding strokes with slow grinds of his pelvis.
Tabiya broke the link of their lips, gasping for air.
He continued to thrust his cock inside her pussy. His thumb pressed hard against her clit.
A wolfish smile curled his lips when she growled.
"Granger." She moaned his name on an exhale of breath.
He nipped her nose. A flicker of emotion crossed his face causing the hairs at the back of her neck to stand on end.
"More." She said as she kissed him again.
"So tight." He ground his hips against her. "So fucking wet." He pushed his dick into her deeper. "So good." He breathed out, pistoning in and out fast and then slow.
"Yes.... This...." Her breath caught in her throat. "Grix."
She moaned.
Grix pulled his cock halfway out eliciting a growl in protest and scratches along his spine. She grabbed for his ass, trying to pull him back inside. But he remained still before plunging inside her once again. His balls, heavy and full, slapped against her thighs. The sound of their bodies in motion, writhing in passion, filled the room along with whimpers of pleasure.
He continued his movements. Retreat. Push forward. Withdraw. Plunge inside. Each time harder and deeper until the echoes of the squeaking bedsprings and pounding of the headboard against the wall reverberated through the house.
Tabiya's heart raced, blood pounding at her pulse. Ripples of pleasures washed over her body and she arched against him, holding onto his sweat-slicked shoulders, wrapping her arms and legs fully around him.
He fucked her quicker. Firm, steady thrusts.
"Grix... I'm...," she started, finding it hard to
string sentences together.
"Come for me, Tabiya," his voice strong and commanding. He flicked her clit in a circular motion, his thumb moving at a maddening pace.
Her clit throbbed, her body contracted, then released. Tremors of her climax hit her full force, overloading her senses creating a tidal wave of pleasure showering her body.
Grix groaned, jerking backward and forwards a couple of times until he released himself inside her.
They laid connected until their breathing returned to normal. Grix moved off her but still lay so their bodies were touching.
"Merry Christmas baby." She kissed the side of his face.
"Merry Christmas, love."
Tabiya's mind raced with what this new adventure would bring for them both as a couple and as individuals. On one hand, it gave her an opportunity to reconnect with her brother. On the other, it would bring chaos, disorder, or misfortune to their doorsteps and lives.
She held up her hand and stared at the brilliant diamond and sapphire ring adorning her finger and couldn't help her smile.
Whatever happened. It was sure to be one hell of a ride.
They would stay and fight. But she had a feeling they would be fighting for more than just their lives. They would be fighting for their love too.
Merry Christmas Detroit. Enjoy it. Because all hell is about to break loose.
The End
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A Break from the Blood: A Pink Rhinestone Tiara Christmas Story
The Pink Rhinestone Tiara Series
DJ Shaw
About A Break from the Blood: A Pink Rhinestone Tiara Christmas Story
It’s Catriogwyn’s first Christmas with Demetrio, and she’s celebrating. She hasn’t been in the holiday spirit in two hundred fourteen years. Will she be able to let all the stress and grief go long enough to truly appreciate what Christmas is really about?
Chapter 1
Catriogwyn Stacey watched as Demetrio Pirozzi hung up the Christmas lights along the eaves of the house she had inherited from her Great-Great-Niece Prudence, which had just recently been renovated. It was the first Christmas in two hundred fourteen years where she had refused to work. She had chosen to spend it with someone other than co-workers, and the criminals she chased, and she was actually trying to celebrate. Of course, she was only doing all of this for her Genie.
Being a Vampire/Succubus Hybrid had its perks, such as being immortal, superhuman strength and amazing sexual stamina, but when it came to matters of the heart, she had to admit that she was out of her element. Cat had never truly given her heart to someone before. But now that she had decided to settle in Wilshire, Maine with Dem, she had decided to do some research into her species. Everything Cat had found so far said that there weren’t many hybrids of any species to experiment on. Part of her was elated to discover that news, but the more logical part of her was starting to get frustrated. While Cat thought that she was an immortal being, she had been getting conflicting information where a lifespan was concerned. According to that research, Succubi were immortal but Vampires could be killed. Cat often wondered if her Succubus side would outweigh her Vampire side if it ever came down to someone Hell-bent on killing her. Not enough to test the theory though.
But she had to admit to herself that living so long also had its limitations. For example, having to move every five to ten years to be sure that people never get suspicious. Or not being able to have a real conversation with anyone about what she really was. And how about watching anyone she chose to get close to die and not being able to do anything about it? That last one was the worst., the one she hated the most. So, to say that Cat was hardly ever in the Christmas spirit would be an understatement.
“How do they look from down there?” Dem’s voice brought Cat out of her gloomy thoughts making her return her attention to the Christmas planning that was taking place.
Looking up at the Genie standing on his ladder, she looked at the lights he had recently hung, “They look amazing, Dem! But don’t you think we might be overdoing it a bit?”
Demetrio slowly made his way down the ladder, “There is no such thing as overdoing Christmas, Cat. Listen, I know you’re new to this whole celebrating a holiday thing, but why don’t you just sit back and let the master do his work?”
Catriogwyn gave him a smirk, “When did you become such a smartass? I remember when you were more comfortable in your tiara than out in the world.”
He returned her smirk with one of his own and gave her a knowing look, “It’s not that I preferred to be in my tiara as opposed to being in the world, it was more Prudence didn’t want to have to explain why a young man was living with her in this big house. You know how small minded people can be.”
She gave him a nod of acknowledgement, “Touché, darling. But it’s okay for the town to think what they may of me, is that it?”
Dem chuckled, “No, of course not, beautiful. It’s just you don’t really care what these people think of you because you haven’t lived here your entire life. Now, let’s plug these babies in and see how they look all lit up.”
The hybrid watched her companion walk into the home they shared and waited to see the splendor that was supposed to be the lights.
After five minutes of waiting, she walked up the porch steps, “Can’t find an outlet?”
“What? They’re not on?” Dem replied in exasperation.
Cat stepped off the porch and looked back up at the lights, “Um, nope. Not so much as a flicker. What are you doing?”
“Damn it! These lights do this every fucking year,” Dem’s mutters met Cat’s ears as she stepped onto the porch again.
She shook her head, I don’t think I will ever understand what the big deal is with decorating the entire house, inside and out, for Christmas.
Instead of saying what she was thinking to her mate, however, she chose to ask, “Why don’t we just go to the store and buy some new lights? You can think of it as our first Christmas purchase together.”
Dem appeared on the porch in front of her, “Buy new lights? These lights work perfectly fine. I just need to tweak them a little bit. If you give me a few more minutes I’ll have those flickering pretty patterns for you.”
Cat shook her head, “Babe, they’re not working. At all. And I’m not sure any amount of tweaking is going to breathe life back into them. I think it’s time we retired these and bought some new ones. If you want me to take the celebration of this holiday seriously then maybe it should start with purchasing some new items. I mean, we were going to buy a tree anyway, weren’t we?”
The Genie tilted his head to the right, thinking over what his partner had just told him, “Ye-e-eah. But that’s different because you buy a new tree every year if you use a real one. If you don’t want the real deal then you can go to the store and buy a plastic one that you can reuse year after year. The lights are also supposed to be reusable but I guess you’re right about these. Prudence used them every year for as lon
g as I can remember.”
Cat watched as Dem thought over what she had proposed they do for their first Christmas together, and saw it on his face when he had settled on a decision.
He gave her a wide smile, “Okay, let’s go get some new lights then. And while we’re doing that, we should get some more outside decorations, the tree that we were just discussing and the lights for it as well as some new ornaments. Although you might want to go through the ornaments that Prudence left up in the attic before we spend money on new ones. Some of the antiques are really gorgeous and would be at home on any tree.”
She returned his smile, “Well then what are we waiting for? Let’s go get our tree and some lights. We’ll wait on the ornaments until I have a chance to go through the ones Prudence left. And why, exactly, do we need more outdoor decorations?”
Dem gave her a wicked smile, “To make sure we win the decoration contest this year, silly. We need a lot of decorations to finish decorating the outside of the house as well as the yard.”
Cat stopped on the bottom step and turned to look at him, “What decoration contest?”
“The whole town drives through the neighborhoods voting on the best decorated house of the year and on Christmas Eve they all gather at the town square for the mayor’s yearly announcement and watch the trophy be passed on to the new winner for the year. It’s really quite something. Prudence has won the last two years. I want to make sure we stay on the winning streak and take that trophy home again this year,” he said over his shoulder as he took the porch steps two at a time on his way to the car.
She watched him walk to the car with her mouth slightly agape, “Why on Earth would humans drive around town looking at decorated houses and then vote on the one they feel is the better decorated? Not to mention the fact of gathering around waiting to hear the results from the mayor? Who only apparently comes out this time of year, I might add. It seems absurd.”
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