Fallen Angels
Author's Note(s): Set at the end of BtVS Season 5 and Laurell K. Hamilton’s Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Novel: Narcissus in Chains, but not necessarily following the canon of either. Further, just so you know, while Spike and most of the Anita characters we love will be in this story—it will be mostly a creation of my evil mind. So—Anita does not have the ardeur and does not sleep with Nathanial—cuz she so doesn’t deserve him and I wanna give him to Spike. Also, there will be no Micah and the rest of his group in the story. Please see warnings before you read. Review please and Enjoy.
Pairings: Buffy/Spike, Buffy/Spike/Nathanial, Spike/Nathanial, Cherry/Zane/Gregory, Spike/Nathanial/Jason, and any other pairings of the four main characters. Anita/Jean-Claude and possible Damian and Asher.
Warnings: Extreme sexual content and language, blood-play and violence, possible rape, m/f, m/f/m and m/m/m, m/m slash. Temporary character death in Prologue. Please note the word "temporary". Also, please read the warnings for this fic before you begin reading. If you don't and get surprised and flame me, I will humiliate you in public. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy or Spike or any of the other characters from BtVS. I just like to get them naked and roll them around in a bed ... or on a tomb ... under the table ... in the shower ... Um, you get the idea.
Feedback? Please, please, with chocolate and Spike on top!
Prologue: Sunnydale, CA 2000
“Nibblet!” Spike screamed as he reached the top of the tower and saw a very familiar looking figure slice a blade across her abdomen. Spike raced towards his charge, knowing it was too late, even as the blood ran silently down the silver blade and dropped, tearing a hole in the world.
His azure eyes widened as the dimensional rife tore wider and the first demon came through—a monstrous dragon-like creature with huge wings, blowing fire out of a mouth of razor sharp teeth. Dawn screamed, jerking Spike’s attention back to her. Doc was toying with the girl now, slicing her skin for the fun of hearing her scream and bleed. With a roar Spike lunged at the ugly demon, back handing him hard, forcing him away from Dawn, and then using his leg to trip him up, sending him stumbling off of the rickety structure to plummet to what was hopefully his death ten stories below.
He turned back to Dawn, sharp claws slicing through the ropes binding her easily. Dawn sobbed as her arms were freed, falling against her friend, who quickly sliced through the remaining binding around her feet. He caught her up, moving her further away from the swirling vortex and gently lowering her to the ground. The potent smell of her blood called his demon forth and he cupped her tear streaked face in his hands.
“Nibblet, listen to me, Pet. We’ve got to stop the bleeding, luv.” He looked at her through gentle amber eyes. “Do you understand what I’m sayin’?”
She shuddered, forcing her sobs back and swiped her hands over her face, nodding her head. “I….I understand, go ahead.”
He looked into blue eyes, so filled with trust, for him a soulless vampire. A look of awe spread across his demonic features and he gently lowered his head to her belly. He used claw tipped hands to rip her gown wider, exposing the wound. He inhaled her sweet scent, a purr rumbling through his chest at the smell of her before allowing his tongue to swipe over the six inch long cut. He gathered her essence, savoring the flavor of his Nibblet; her blood was a mix innocence and pure Slayer. His eyes shot to her in surprise, but he pushed it aside for now. He laved the open wound with his tongue, holding back moans at rich taste of her.
The cut slowly closed under his ministrations and he pulled back looking up at her. She smiled shakily and threw her arms around him. His demon retreated and he wrapped his arms around and they turned hopeful blue eyes towards the ever widening portal. The blood had stopped, but the portal grew larger. He knew what had to be done
Dawn sobbed again and buried her face in Spike’s throat, taking deep breaths, inhaling the scent of him—familiar; a scent that meant love, protection, and home to her. He held her tighter before pulling back and looking into her eyes.
“Forgive me, Dawn. I love you, tell sis…” He stopped. What could he possibly tell Buffy that would make a difference; that she would even believe? She’d never love him, but he loved her and he love this little piece of her he held in his arms. Besides, action spoke louder than words.
He growled and his demon came forward again. He grabbed Dawn’s hair and tilted her head back, causing her to scream. Razor sharp fangs sliced into her throat and he greedy gulped down her life’s blood, Buffy’s blood. He moaned as his body responded and he felt shame that he was aroused. This was his Nibblet, his Lil Bit he shouldn’t feel desire for her, but it was also Slayer blood, more so than they had expected, and it had his demon excited. The man felt sick.
He heard her heart weaken just as she fell limp in his arms; alive, but unconscious. He laved the wounds clean and picked her up just as Buffy made it to the top of the tower.
“No!” She screamed in anguish at seeing her sister’s lax form in the arms of a vamped out William the Bloody. “What the hell have you done, Spike!” She screamed at him, stake appearing in her hand.
Spike shook his head and the demon retreated and he held Dawn out to Buffy. “Take her, luv, get her to the hospital. Little blood, she’ll be fine.”
Buffy eased Dawn from the bleached vampire’s arms, staring at him in confusion, “Wha’?” She began.
“Take her, Love. Get her fixed up.” He turned and began walking towards the end of the scaffolding. He turned back to look at the girl that had changed him for the better, the girl he loved—always love’s bitch. “Go, Love. Live. I promised, Buffy. ‘Til the end of the world even if that happens to be tonight’.”
He turned again, refusing to look back as she cried out his name in realization. He inhaled unnecessarily and took off running, he’d be damned if he went out like some poof. He vamped and roared as he hurtled himself off the end of the tower and into the portal. Her sobs resounded in his ears as flesh and bone were torn apart in the violence of the vortex and he screamed wordlessly at the pain of it. The others stared up, mouths agape as Spike disappeared into the riff, his scream echoing across the construction site. There was an audible roar as the portal reversed, sucking everything that came out back in before it folded in on itself, disappearing and taking William the Bloody with it.
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In the city of Angels a vampire echoed his grand-childe’s scream and collapsed onto the floor of the Hyperion Hotel. “William,” He whimpered, before losing consciousness completely.
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In the jungles of Brazil a beautiful vampiress raised her arms to the stars and danced, two blood tears coursing over pale cheeks. “Goodbye Mummy’s dark knight. The winds of change have taken you far, far away, where you will at last find that shining thing, that thing you desire above all else…” Her head cocked as if she were hearing whispers no one else could and her eyes turned black as night with starbursts reflecting in them for a moment before she pursed ruby, red lips and whispered, “Effulgent, my William shall be.”
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End Prologue.
Chapter 1
Nathanial had been edgy all day, his beast rising up inside him and causing him to pace agitatedly when normally he would be resting before his shift at Guilty Pleasures later that night. Finally, unable to stand it any longer, he went out into the kitchen and decided to bake; at the very least it was an outlet for his energy. He found that he liked keeping house and cooking for Anita and the pard. It gave him focus. It made him more than what Gaberial had taught him to be—more than a submissive, something without feeling, to be used.
Something was still missing though. Although Anita had given him more than he had ever had: a home, a family, something was still not there deep inside him. He had long ago given up himself to others to use as they saw fit. Pain, pleasure, it was all the same to someone like him—broken. During the months he had lived with Anita, he had healed little emotionally. Out of all of the leopards, Zane, Cherry, Gregory, and Vivian, he had been the least of them; unable to say no—unable to make even the simplest of decisions. He had gotten better at that. He could at least tell Anita no now or voice his opinion on whether he wanted Chinese or Italian for dinner. It had helped that she allowed him control over the household.
So, instead of resting, he was cooking. He had slid a tray of lasagna in the one of the double ovens that was in the state of the art kitchen and was now mixing cocoa into a cake batter. Anita and the others that lived in the house and more than likely Jason, and maybe Stephen and Vivian would end up here for dinner. Nathanial thought that that was wonderful. So out of his experience growing up on the streets a prostitute, used and abused for anyone that wanted him and most of the time getting beaten instead of paid. Here, was home, family, pard…but still something was missing.
He sighed and set the timer for the cake, taking his time to clean up the mess and even start a load of laundry anything to help with the restlessness of his beast. As he closed the lid on the washing machine, he got a weird feeling. It was hot and electric, burning him from the inside. His lavender eyes flashed gold and his nostrils flared as he scented ozone. Quicker then the eye could see he flowed out the back door and was across the large back yard before he even realized he had moved. His beast was clawing to escape, to run. The trees were blowing fiercely from an unnatural wind. The sky, bright blue in the early spring of St. Louis, darkened and lightening split across the sky.
Nathanial growled, claws extending for the first time without his completely changing as he realized there was no noise to be heard in the woods when usually bird call filled the air. His nostrils flared again and he threw himself into the forest, flowing over downed trees and large rocks, long red-gold braid flying behind him, his breathing even, and step sure. Only the strongest of shifters could partially change and Nathanial had never been strong—he was surprised at his movement and not a little scared at what his senses told him. Something was happening and it was something unlike anything he had ever experienced before and he wanted whatever it was. He needed it.
As if a switch were thrown in his body he went from running to a full stop. His chest rose and fell steadily as his eyes widened in shock. In a small clearing a large, swirling thing grew. He gasped and shaded his eyes as the phenomena glowed brighter and brighter and started making a loud humming sound. The noise seemed to expand and fill the air causing him to growl again as it seemed to enter him and resonate inside. The very air around him seemed to vibrate, then there was a loud roar and something was expelled from the center of it before it folded inward and disappeared with an audible pop.
He edged closer to the center of the clearing where the thing rested. He was cautious, but determined. As he grew closer, he realized that he was looking at a naked man. He gasped and hurried the rest of the way, dropping to his knees and gently turning the man onto his back. He gasped again, crying out at the damage of the stranger’s body and at the sense of belonging that he had felt as his hand made contact with the other man’s skin. He felt like this was his or that he belonged to the stranger.
He startled when a low moan escaped from the man and stared in shock when the parting of soft, pink lips revealed sharply pointed fangs. Confused, Nathanial looked from what was clearly a vampire to the April sun and back again—he did not burn and was clearly “alive” during the day, unlike the other vampires he knew. Nathanial realized that he needed to get the blond vampire inside and care for his numerous wounds, some of which looked like burns and the rest broken bones and blue/black bruises. Only the vampire’s beautifully sculpted face and platinum blond hair remained untouched. Not wanting to cause him anymore pain, Nathanial gently scooped the lean vampire up in his arms and carried him cradled back towards the house.
Nathanial had cried silently at the obvious torture the blond vampire went through as he attended the wounds as best he could. He made sure the all ready healing broken bones in his arms and legs were straight and put antibiotic cream on the burns even though he knew the vampire wouldn’t catch an infection. It was all he could do, besides offer blood, which was useless until he woke up. He eased the vampire under the cool sheets of the bed in the guest room and cleaned up before heading back into the kitchen to check on dinner. He wasn’t looking forward to trying to explain to Anita why there was a strange, injured, naked vampire in her guest room.
Chapter 2
“Anita, No!” Nathanial yelled, racing after his Nima-Ra as she stalked down the hallway and through the door open to the guest room, gun drawn. Moving faster than he could ever remember he ducked under her gun arm and got himself between the gun and the vampire on the bed.
Anita’s dark eyes grew wide at Nathanial’s obvious rebellion. She wasn’t used to him talking back to her, let alone trying to stand up to her and protect someone else. “Move, Nathanial. He could be dangerous. The council…”
Nathanial growled and backed closer to the bed, “Weren’t you listening to a thing that I said? I know how ridiculous it sounds, but he fell from this thing in the sky. I saw it.” He was desperate to make her understand. He hated to go against her, she had protected him, took care of him, but something about the blond vampire called to his beast. He could no more leave the vampire unprotected than Anita could Jean-Claude. Unknowingly, his eyes changed to feral gold and his hands lengthened into sharp claws, preparing to fight her for his…what? He didn’t understand what was happening to him.
Anita slowly lowered the gun in her hand, surprise easily seen on her normally stoic face. “Nathanial, what’s going on?” She questioned in a whisper, gesturing to his partially changed hands and face. Only the most alpha of were-animals could partially change and Anita only knew of a few of those--the wolf pack’s dead lupa, Raina, Richard the current Ulfric, and Raphael, the Rat King. None of her leopards had been alpha enough to do it, but now here was Nathanial not only doing it, but standing up to her dominance over him. What the hell was going on?
He looked at his hands as surprised as she. “I don’t…know,” He concentrated for a minute and his claws retreated and he was left looking at his hands again. He turned scared lavender eyes on her.
“I’ve, my beast, has been restless all day, like it was waiting for something to happen. Right before I found him, I felt such a need to run into the woods. I ran, Anita.”
“You mean…”
“Yeah, ran. Like I was apart of everything and it was apart of me. I’ve seen Richard and Jamil, and Sylvie run like that before, like their bodies knew every tree and rock and flowed over and around them, but I’ve never been able to do that. Until today.”
He turned fluidly and crawled across the foot of the bed and up and over the vampire, his nostrils flared as he scented the stranger. He turned shining golden eyes back to Anita and growled lowly, “He smells of whiskey and leather, of blood, of vanilla and cinnamon…” He closed his eyes for a moment and took a shaky breath. When he opened them again they gleamed with a feral light. “He smells of home to me, of pard.”
Anita jumped slightly in surprise as Zane, Cherry, Gregory and Jason slipped past her and into the room. Nathanial turned and looked at them, eyes pleading. As if some sign was given from one to the other, they begin to strip until all were nude. Anita, although used to them in various modes of dress, gasped and slammed her eyes closed.
She heard rustling as they settled onto the bed, piling in around the unconscious vampire. Her eyes flew open at Nathanial’s deep throaty chuckle. Her eyes widened as she realized he was naked now too. She watched as he raised the sheets closest to the vamp and slipped in, curling around the other man as the others settled in around them. She looked at them cuddled in like kittens they were with the exception of Jason, who was a wolf.
She raised her eyebrow at him, “I can understand them, pard and all, but why are you here?”
He smirked, “Besides the fact that it’s a chance to get naked with Cherry?” She nodded and his look turned serious. “There’s something about him Anita. He calls to my beast.” He leaned in and inhaled deeply. When he spoke again, his voice was growling, “He smells like home to me.”
Surprised yet again, Anita left them to heal their vampire. She would need to speak to Jean-Claude about this. Maybe after the strange vamp awakened they could get some answers.
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Spike groaned in pain as consciousness slowly returned to him. He tentatively tried to stretch out his body and hissed as pain radiated throughout every bone and joint causing him to quickly aborting the idea only to curl tighter upon himself instead. What the bloody fuck had happened to him to make him feel like a pack of faryl demons had stomped his ass? His head felt fuzzy and trying to open his eyes took more energy than he possessed at the moment, so he settled down and extended his senses around him, trying to get an idea of where he was. The last thing he remembered was jumping into the portal over Sunnydale and endless, excruciating pain.
He could feel cool, smooth cotton against his skin and his aching head was cradled in what could only be the soft down of a pillow. Lying there in the stillness of the cool, dark room, he realized he didn’t feel cool at all, even though he could hear the hum of the air conditioner pumping its artificial air into the bedroom. His nostrils flared and his sensitive ears picked up four heartbeats in the room, the sound of blood pumping through veins and arteries loud to his preternatural senses. The smell of the four surrounded him, vanilla, cherry, fur and musk and underneath it all, the sweet, rich coppery scent of blood. He moaned again, this time in hunger as he felt his blood lust rise. What kind of idiot humans climb into bed with a vampire? Then he realized what his senses had been telling him all along, they were not human. They were lycanthropes. He moaned and his body hardened in spite of his pain at the remembrance of the spicy, sweet flavor of werewolf blood that he had had in the past, but he was sure that they wouldn’t appreciate it if he just started snackin’.
A body shifted in the bed beside him and he froze for a moment worried about the precariousness of his situation. A lithe form rose over him and a fall of long silky hair caressed his face—inhaling he drew in the scent of vanilla and male musk.
The voice when it came was low and hesitant. “What do you need? Are you in pain?”
He rasped out the one word he could, “Blood…”
He felt the young were shift closer, his head resting beside of Spike’s on the pillow and the brush of skin against his mouth as he bared his throat to the vampire. Spike was startled for a moment and pulled back looking down at the handsome face beneath him. When the were nodded encouragingly, he bent back towards the exposed throat nuzzling the soft skin there before trying to call forth his demon. Nothing happened and Spike was confused and a little scared when he realized that while his demon was still there, it was different. He ran his tongue over his teeth, pricking it against sharp fangs that weren’t sheathed like he expected. The scent of his blood filled the small room and he suddenly felt the bodies against him tense as the power of it caressed their beasts. The young were beneath him stiffened, and then pressed his smaller frame against Spike.
“Please,” the sound was but a whisper in the quiet room, but Spike knew that every person in the bed was waiting to see what he would do.
Spike nodded, he would figure it out later. He dropped his lips to that sweet expanse of flesh again and inhaled unnecessarily, drawing in the scent of the one he was about to mark. He kissed silken skin, brushing his tongue over it lightly before opening his mouth and biting down. Two moans filled the air and the quiet sounds of feeding could be heard. Spike growled as the intoxicating liquid slid over his tongue and he swallowed greedily. This blood tasted different than wolf, richer, sweeter and as the body beneath him arched into him and a deep purr rumbled from his companion’s chest, Spike realized this was a wereleopard.
He moaned again and pulled the young leopard against his hard body, chest to chest, their hips meeting, hard cocks grinding together. The smell of blood and arousal thickened in the room and another warm body draped across his back, strong hands caressing over both him and the leopard. Spike growled at the interruption.
“Shh, let Nathanial go now. You’ve taken enough from him. My turn now.” Spike understood what he was saying and released Nathanial’s neck, lovingly licking the marks he had left there. He rolled over onto his back the young cat curling up against him, surprising him when he fisted a hand around Spike’s raging hard-on, even as the other young man leaned over them, offering Spike his neck.
“I’m Jason, by the way,” Jason introduced himself looking down into the glowing blue eyes of the vampire he was offering to feed.
“Spike.” The name was groaned into Jason’s neck as Nathanial pumped his cock. It was Jason’s turn to moan as Spike struck, sinking fangs deep inside the young wolf’s throat. As he fed he reached out with cool hands and found two straining erections and pumped them furiously and in time to Nathanial’s strokes on Spike’s cock.
Spike didn’t know what the hell was going on, but these two men, leopard and wolf, belonged to him. The proof was there in their blood. He felt strange and power began to grow throughout the room. He felt his balls clench and knew he was going to cum. He ripped his mouth away from Jason and re-bit Nathanial savagely causing the leopard to cry out as his cock exploded into Spike’s fist. The power still rose.
“Mine!” Spike growled before releasing him and turning back to Jason. Fangs slid back into his mark and he took a long pull of blood before he pulled away and repeated his claim once more. “Mine!”
Jason’s body arched into Spike’s hand as he pulsed covering Spike’s belly with his spending just as the vampire let his own release poor over Nathanial’s hand, all of them crying out as the power broke over and through them. Spike literally felt the bond snap into place and the three of them collapsed against each other in a sticky pile of cum, blood and sweat.
A low rumbling purr filled the air and Spike realized it wasn’t coming from either him or his mates. He had forgotten the other two heartbeats. Lifting his head from his pillow, he had to smile at the sight of a long thin spikey-haired leopard and a beautiful blond she-leopard lounging at the foot of the bed, totally relaxed from the power that had spilled throughout the room. It was funny how after tasting Nathanial’s and Jason’s blood he could tell what the other two were.
He had just started to lay back down happy and content when the bedroom door burst open and a small dark-haired woman came through, gun drawn and aimed at his head.
Chapter 3
Sunnydale, CA: 2002
“Spike!” Buffy sat up, panting for air, his name a scream on her lips, her thighs sticky with her arousal. Before she could process what her dream had told her Dawn burst through the door.
“Buffy? Are you okay?” Dawn’s eyes were wide as she took in the sight of her sweat drenched sister.
“Yeah, I’m fine, Dawnie,” She brushed her damp hair away from her face. “just a dream.” I think, she said silently.
Dawn sat down beside her sister’s small form, “ ‘Bout Spike? You haven’t dreamed of him for a long time have you?”
“No, I haven’t. And this was different anyway—not about that night, you know?”
Dawn nodded. “So, what do you think it meant? Was it just, you know, a dream, dream? Or a Slayer dream?” She chewed her lip nervously. Her tummy felt funny, just as it always did when she remembered the blond vampire that had been her best friend. He had saved her.
Buffy thought about it for a long moment, remembering the nightmares that had followed Spike’s sacrificing of himself for her sister. She had started to see him as different when he kept the secret of the Key from Glory, started to believe that maybe he had meant what he said when he had told her he loved her, regardless of the whole chaining her up thing. When he had jumped through the portal and into what could have only been a hell dimension, she had truly believed. Too little, too late. For months after she would dream of him night after night the same dream. “I love you, Buffy. I’ll protect her ‘till the end of the world, even if that happens to be tonight.” Then he’d kiss her the way she remembered from Willow’s wonky spell and turn diving into the portal before she could stop him. She realized that she could have loved him, was halfway there all ready, but that it was too late. Death was once again her gift. Never love.
“I think it was a Slayer’s dream,” she paused, blushing at the remembrance of it; she’d just leave the hot boy sex out of it for now. “In the dream, I saw Spike fall through a portal and land in a clearing, but it was sunny outside and it didn’t hurt him. A guy was there. A guy that felt like something more than human—kinda like a werewolf only different. Anyway, he picked Spike up and took him home, cleaned him up and…fed him his blood. There were others there as well.” She raked her hands through her hair, sighing. “I don’t know what it all means Dawnie, but I think Spike is back from where ever he was. He feels different, but he’s back.”
She was crying by the time she finished and Dawn had tears in her eyes as well, a small sob breaking free from the younger girl before she threw herself into her sister’s arms. “He’s back?” She whispered.
Buffy held Dawn closer, stroking back her long, dark hair and thinking about the implications, “Yeah, sweetheart, he’s back. Now we just gotta find him.”
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Spike growled at the intruder pointing a gun at his head. “Who the fuck are you?” He growled, jumping from the bed to stand protectively in front of his mates unconcerned with his nakedness.
Anita’s eyes widened as she took in the naked vampire before her. “No, I believe the question is who the fuck are YOU! You are the one that doesn’t belong here—who has entered Jean Claude’s territory without permission, and have had, for some unknown reason, some profound affect on all the shifters in this house.” She tightened her grip on the Fire-starter. “Now, who are you and what are you doing in St. Louis?”
Spike growled again and moved quicker than the eye could see. He had Anita pinned against the bedroom door, knocking the gun from her hand before she could even fire a shot. He leered down at the petite brunette.
“Name’s Spike or if you like, William, Bloody, the.” He introduced himself. “And you are? It’s only polite after all.”
Anita shoved against the lean form against her, but was unable to move him. She snorted as his words, “Like you’d know anything about polite. I’m Anita Blake, the vampire Executioner for St. Louis.” She practically growled in his face.
He chuckled, “Is that supposed to impress me? Killed two Slayers in my time, Ms. Executioner. That’s what you are, right? Another form of vampire Slayer—‘cept maybe not as strong.” He made a point of feeling her up on the pretense of checking out her strength.
“You aren't as pretty as the last one though,” he smirked at the fuming woman.
Anita was very aware that the vampire against her was an unknown and totally naked and apparently not unhappy to be pressed against her. She peered around his broad shoulders to see Jason and Nathanial standing just behind the bleached blond. “Uh, guys, a little help please?”
They nodded and stepped up behind Spike, running four hands down the smooth expanse of his back and over the taunt swell of his ass. He purred against Anita and stepped away from her, turning to his two mates. He kissed them in turn, deep, tongue kisses for each of them, causing them to rumble in their chests and rub their erect cocks against his.
Without warning, his hand shot out and backhanded the gun out of Anita’s hands. “Thought you learned I don’t like guns, Pet.” He purred. His mates were pressed against his back asking for and receiving his protection in a ritual that he instinctively understood.
“Now, I’m not sure I have all of the answers to your questions, but I do know that I’m not goin’ to answer them starkers. Why don’t you go ahead and call your Master, what did you say his name was? Jean-Claude? And have him come on over that we can suss things out.” He turned and took his mates by the hands. In the meantime, Jason, Nathanial and I will clean up a bit, dress, and join you.”
His words were firm as were his actions as he led his two mates into the en suite bathroom.
Anita just looked dazed, shocked, and confused. She turned to the other two leopards, who were both wide awake. “What the hell?” She asked, hoping for a response that made some kind of sense.
Cherry and Zane shrugged, and Zane replied, “I like him. He smells like pack and pard and home.”
Anita looked at Cherry, and she nodded, “I like him, too.” She remarked shyly, before the two were-leopards slid from the bed and urged Anita into the living room. “Let’s go call Jean-Claude, okay Anita.”
Anita let herself be led from the room.
To Be Continued
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