Wings and Wolves

st," someone said from her f

and catching the street lights. "Who the f-k are you?" He demanded. He did not release Lia, b

lar opposite to the man who held her. She recognized him, immediately, from the dance academy, even in the dark of night and shadows of the porch,

people over with his looks, and enti

. How long had he been waiting on her porch? It was decidedly odd, she decided, torn between her

actly have a lot of planning time in order to secure lodging. It was either come here and ho

ecklessness after a lifetime of being sensible in her pursuit of dance. She wasn't even on contraceptives, she told herself sternly. She

d softly with easy acceptance. "Do you know this guy? Will you be safe with him?" He added very quietly,

grinned widely as he watched from the porch. There was almost a competitive one-up-man-ship

her inviting the werewolf in, but she wasn't

ontacts and entered his name and number in. "Call me if there is any trouble," he told her meeting her eyes

touched by the offer, and her body still crave

hem again. It was very tempting, very, very, tempting to invite him in, she thought again her

razing still as she made her way up the path. He watched from the bike as she unlocked the front door, starting it

g around the hallway with interest,

ouldn't shake the feeling that she knew his face from somewhere – maybe she had seen him dance, or on the

nk of. Was she really thinking of taking a werewolf as her lover? Yes. Yes. Yes. Why not? Just, not in such a hurry,

ent that way, and she suspected, very much, that it would. There was something between them, something very p

ntion still more on the decore then her romance. He stooped t

om under her lashes. "

n't know," he said with an easy smile. "You seem

ated, bewildered as s

he light. It was a plain room, basically furnished with what she and Paris had not wanted. With the dated decore

" His tone was droll. He dropp

y as he poked around the room and it's tiny en-su

taste him again, feel the warmth of his big body against hers, feel the caress of his breath on her skin, and the touch of his hands... F-k, Cecelia, she shook her head a

if he knew exactly wher

nd showed him the refrigerator. "Paris and I split the grocery bill, but you don't have to if you want to buy your own – just label it as yours. If y

," he sa

He was, she thought, very tall and just so handsome. And so familiar, as if she had seen the way that the light caught

ecelia?" He murmured, hi

he inclined towards him. His breath against

against him, until she could feel the rise and fall of his stomach muscles as he breathed, and the throb of his

sire. She wanted nothing so much as for him to lay her down upon the floor, or any surface

hands explored her curves, his breath heavy against her ear, leaving her in no doub

round. His golden hair fell over them both, softening the harsh light from the

her in thrall. She gasped in a breath, and rolled away from him, regaining her feet i

words caught in her throat. She had never spoken to anyone about her magi

man for trying?

her way down the hallway to her room. She pressed her

ook Other, but the effect he had on her, and his comments... He was something, of that, she

opened the wall into a secret staircase, shivering as the cooler air struck her.

eir treads worn treacherously smooth by generations of feet. In the turret room, the walls lined with bookcases heavy with ar

lessons her grandmother had fought so hard to teach her. She had never

cker. The first spell it landed on was one for warmth. "N

or starti

o think about the search engin

was a

observed. "It is an inherited biological re

irled to face her. "Why have

ve reached an age where it is appropriate to find a mate and create the next generation. As to

s an appropriate mate, exactly, grandmother? A

mpire, to angel, to devil, to gargoyle, as if presenting her wit

sking for generations, as we are compatible with all and sundry. You can choose, of course, sweet Ceci

ofessionally. She was in her final year in the academy and seemed to be relegated to the backdrop, whilst lesser dancers got the lead r

did not get offer

but if being an entertainment dancer meant that she could continue to dance and make money, then she would do it. S

she put the tips into the littl

She sighed as she fold

ehearsal or a class that meant she could not go out, and she had always been

isputes caused so many issues for her friends that she had decided it was best to avoid them. She had dre

her bed. She'd never done that before. With anyone. But what there was between them was powerful... Or was it the heat and not the m

, she realized. Was that why he was intereste

of her. Using magic to do so was just... playing dirty, she added. How many humans had he used his magic on in order to seduce what he

resisted, though,

es and warlocks were not Other, exactly. What they were was a little vague, but they were not the same, and they were very diff

y, she decided, but she would make clear that it was strictly hands off. He also might be able to te