The Big Yawn...

“The Big Sleep?  More like The Big Yawn, or The Big Disappointment,” Ziva grumbled, tossing the book onto her desk and bitching to herself for drawing this month’s book review column.  Last month the book was a steamy, hot erotic novel, filled with full-frontal and enough grind to make a wolf in her prime, well, primed.  This month, hard-boiled detective novel from the forties.  Bleck.

“That’s a classic, you know.” Nick said, from where he leaned against the door to her office.

“A classic?  If you mean it comes with cheese and bacon and I can get it over at the grill, then I agree, but if you mean a classic in reading material then I have to ask, can you read?”

“I gather you didn’t like the American Hard-Boiled detective novel.”

“Duh.”  Need she say anymore?

“Since I’m not going to print duh, I suggest you add a bit of substance to your review.”

Huh, I guess she did.  “Okay, how about boring, misogynistic, and racist with an ending that jumps from A to Z, with no clues in between as to how emotionless, hard-boiled egg-head figured it all out?”

“Better, now start with that, add some examples and keep it to three hundred words.”

“Fine, but I’m warning you, it’s not going to be pretty.”  It’s going to be pretty straight up honest about what they thought of women back then and how irritating it was to read…not to mention, boring.

“I didn’t ask for pretty…”

“Damn good thing!”

Nick receding laugh filled her ears as she got to work.  A classic…please.

~~~

Have a great weekend!

Serena

Overheard around Talbot's Peak

Wolves over a steak and Olympics at Reetha’s Bar:

First wolf: “A hundred meters, I could do that under ten seconds.”

Second wolf: “I could do it under eight seconds.”

First wolf: “I can do it under five seconds.”

Reetha: “Boys, let's go outside and name that tune.”

Both wolves: “Wha?”

Reetha: “Take it outside and show us whose is bigger.”

First wolf: “Aah?”

Reetha: “Ready.Set.Go guys.”

And they were off….

The newsroom at the Gazette:

Ziva: “Dig, block…. Yes!  Beach Volleyball, greatest Olympic sport ever!”

Nick: “Talbot’s Peak should think about holding an Olympics.”

Mistress P: “Yeah, the sex Olympics.”

Ziva: “Hmmm, nice idea.”

Mistress P: “Yep, think of all BDSM events there could be.”

Nick: “Bronze, Silver and Gold in sex.  Think of all the world records that could be created and broken.”

Ralph: ~snort~ “Please,”

Mistress P: “Not to worry Ralph, we’ll hold them in the summer so you won’t sleep through them.”

Ralph: “Please, we all know the games would be dominated by the bunnies.”

The rest of the gang looked on, smirks on their faces…

Ralph: “Pun intended.”

~~

Have a great weekend!

Serena

Eight Hands Needed...

“Okay, that’s it, I’m placing an ad!” Ziva grumbled, her hand rubbing the back of her neck as she approached Penny’s desk.

“All-righty then.”

“I mean it, Penny, it’s going on there today and I’m sending it out to all the big newspapers.  I will find one and bring him or her to town.”

Ziva looked at the “sure you will” face on her friend and growled.  Sure she’d gone off on this tangent before, only to be shot down by Nick each time, but “enough is enough,” she barked out her last thought.

“What was that,” Penny asked.

“I said, enough was enough and that I’m doing this,” Ziva’s groan negated the resolve of her statement when she found a particularly tender spot between her neck and shoulder.

“Good for you, Z.” Penny’s smile was sincere, but her body language suggested doubts.

“You don’t believe me?”

“I do, Z, it’s just that this same scenario has come up many times and each were shot down by one person or another.  Most of the time it was Nick.” Penny stopped typing and looked her way.  “However, if there is anything I can do to help, I’m your woman.”

“Actually, there is something you can do.  First, don’t let the big man know we’re doing this and second, do we want a masseuse or and masseur?”

“Why not both?” Penny purred.

“I like it.” Ziva grinned.  “Now, what species gives the best massage?”

“A bear has a nice grip…” Penny mused.

“Ooh, that’s true. Though a small monkey could grip and walk on your back…”

“No, I’ve got it…an octopus!”

Ziva laughed.  “You know I don’t think they have the same number of arms in their human skin.”

“Ah, but if they could imagine all the places they could reach at the same time.”

Ziva and Penny quietly pondered the possibilities until Ziva spoke.  “Yep, an octopus, top of the list for sure.”

“What about an octopus?” Nick asked, stepping out of his office.

Ziva and Penny laughed.  “Nothing,” they said at the same time.

Ziva hummed as she made her way back to her office, already planning the classified ad she was going to write. An ad no shifter could miss…

Masseuse and Measurer needed
Eight hands eagerly sought
Talbot’s Peak Business currently shifting hands
Email resume to Ziva at alphaZ@b&g,com  

~~~  

 

 Have a wonderful weekend!  And may it include a deliciously deep massage!

Serena

Reading is Sexy!

“Fair One, I must fly…,” Erol said, standing behind the lounger his mate rested upon, his hand outstretched.

“Okay, have fun.” She replied, slapping her free hand into his much like the youth of the past with the “give me five” business he’d never understood.  In her other hand she held her book with no pages, what did she call it—a book reader or some such thing.

“No, you must fly with me, mate.”   A dragon’s mate always flew alongside her man, even if she was wingless.

“Can’t right now, hon.  I’m reading.”

Engrossed as she was in her book thing she wouldn’t even look up at him and that alone stoked the fire burning within.  He wanted to be the center of her attention, not some silly love book.  “You will come with me now!”

“Shh, Erol, I‘m right in the middle of a sex scene…”

Once again she drifted off into her book, but he would not have that.  Erol grabbed the reader and tossed it onto the table.  “Let us go, Fair One,” he said, picking her up even as she stretched for the book.

“Erol,” She screamed, juggling the offending item she'd grabbed, between her hands. “Can I at least bring it along?”

“If you must,” he grumped, taking them both to the sky.

“Say, hon,” she yelled from the safe place in his hands.  “How would you feel about sharing me with another man…you know just once or twice to try it out?”

Fire flew from his nostrils before he looked down at his mate.  “The next time you ask me that, Fair One, I will spank you!”

“Ooh, the hero does that on page fifty-nine, want me to read it to you?”

Erol raised his head and tipped his wings for another lap around the mountain and the little town of Talbot’s Peak.  He needed to make this quick.  The words spilling from Greely’s mouth were going to send them home PDQ.  Who knew, maybe there was something to this reading thing…
~~~

So today's post is short...more of a wink than a flash, but much like Greely, I've been reading...a lot!  I've been discovering all kinds of new authors and books to adore now that school is out for the summer.  Swing on over to my Goodreads page to check out what I've been reading and I would love to hear from y'all what books you would suggest!

Serena's Goodreads
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Have a wonderful, book-filled, weekend!

Serena

Shifter Art...

Sage flicked the last bit of paint onto the canvass and pronounced the painting complete.  Bright red dripped down the picture, setting the perfect scene. “A masterpiece!”

“You’ve said the same thing about every piece since college, isn’t there one shite piece in all that time?”

Sage smiled.  She knew that voice, remembered the last time she’d heard it whining and growling at the same time about his lady loves irreverent need to make him crazy. “Nick,” she said, turning to see the one she’d never had the chance to let get away.

“Dear—what is that deity you worship—” With a wave of her paint coated hand, she bit her bottom lip and looked skyward.

“Lupa?”

“Yes, yes.  Dear Lupa, no!  My work will be talk about ‘til the end of time.  It will be raised to the heavens and I will be immortalized before I ever die!”

“And what style do you follow?  Who are your influences?  Pollock, Van Gogh, Vermeer?  No wait, is it Munch or the older greats?”

Nick’s smirk reminded her of their late night painting sessions.  He would paint—dreadfully—to keep his mind off his love and what she might be doing without him, but also to keep the hordes of girls wanting some alpha loving, at bay.  She would paint because she could do nothing else.  They had teased each other unmercifully, they had also become the dearest of friends.

“Poosh, I am influenced by them all, and by none of them.  I’m in a league all my own, babe.”

“And modest…”

“Of course,” she agreed, nudging him to take in her latest.  “What do you think?”

##

Nick looked at the painting, raised a hand to him mouth and forced himself to swallow the gurgling laughter fighting its way to the surface.  “Is that a chipmunk, with wolf’s teeth, taking down a-a-moose?”

“Yes, isn’t it wonderful?”

“Um, I especially like the blood spraying from the moose’s neck,” Nick laughed, short and loud, before once again shutting down his laughter. “What do you call it?”

“Self-portrait in red.”

This time Nick couldn’t contain himself.  He bent at the waist and laughed until he hurt as Sage watched him with her crazy chipmunk eyes.  It was so good to have his friend close once again.  He hoped she and Ziva could connect.  Also, he figured the town of Talbot’s Peak would be good for Sage. They were going to just love her shifter art. 
~~~

Have a wonderful weekend!

Serena

Along for the Ride...

Reetha stood outside of Haven, the newest club to come to Talbot’s Peak.  That it was owned by Penelope, the town Domme, and newcomer Whit was an added benefit.  This town was long overdue for a gay bar and private club for those with wider sexual tastes.  With those wider sexual tastes in mind, she thought of him.

Rafe.  Damn that man.  He’d promised to spank her, quite publicly, if she showed up without him, her Dom, at her side.  The thought of that should piss her alpha wolf off, but instead she was so wet she considered changing into the spare set of panties she’d brought along.

Public spanking, hell public anything really wasn’t her thing unless she was watching, but no way would Rafe let her just watch if he caught her here.  Good thing she’d found out his schedule for this week.  He was out of town and here she was, ready to get her freak on.

Stepping inside the door she turned over her $10 cover charge and made her way to the bar.  She’d make her way back to the private club, but first she needed a drink and to expend some excess energy dancing. 

The room was filled with mostly men, and a few women.  Prince was playing over the loud speakers and Reetha was in heaven.  She loved getting her dance freak on to some classic music from The Purple One.  Currently playing was one of her favorites from the Batman album, Electric Chair.  Sliding onto the floor, between two like-minded fans, she raised her arms and the all slid close together to make like a wave on the floor.  Back and forth they moved to the funky lyrics like “…E major(flat) with a G in the bass…”

The song continued and her partners were fabulous, lithe and flexible, they clearly a couple.  One moved up and the other went down while she moved in place.  Their hands were all over her: legs, ass, tits, and neck. The song spurring the three of them into a sexy, on the floor, fully clothed ménage.   It had been far too long since she’d felt this free.

When the song ended, she kissed both her partners on the cheek, thanking them for the dance, and moved to the bar.  “Pina Colada,” she told the bartender—an island drink with her favorite fruits and a jaunty umbrella for her hair.  What could be better?

Another Prince song came on, one of her favorites, but then there were very few she disliked.  She was tempted to get back out on the floor, but then what of her drink?

“You made it,” Mistress P purred next to her ear.
Reetha turned her way and smiled.  “I did!  Finally, I might add. Sorry it took me so long.”

“No worries, my dear, I understand the trials and time it takes to open a bar.” Mistress P reached out and slid a hand down her cheek.  “I’ve yet to make it out to your place.”

“Come when you can, I’ll be there.”  Reetha’s smile suddenly felt hollow and it wasn’t because of the dear friend sitting near.

“You’ve shut down, Reetha,” Penelope said, reaching out to touch Reetha’s forearm. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know.  Something’s missing.”  She knew what it was, too.  Damn that man, she thought as guilt filled her veins.  She wanted to be here with him, not alone.  Rafe’s words had wormed their way into her soul and now going upstairs and playing with her mate was all she could think about.

“How long has it been?” Penelope asked, in her Domme voice.

“Since New Year’s,” Reetha admitted.

“No, that was fucking, Reeth, but damn too long sister.  What I meant was how long as it been since you’ve played?”    

“Shoot, probably over a year.”

“That’s it, grab your drink and let's head up.  You need a release…”

“I need Rafe.” She said, frustrated by that truth.

“Rafe’s not here, love, but I am.  Trust me, you’ll feel better and so will I.” Penelope traced her fingers alongside Reetha’s breasts, easing her thumbs lightly over the straining nipples.  “It’s been far too long since I worked on another woman.”

“You’re missing one key component that I need, Mistress.”

Penelope looked over at her and smiled.  Reetha wondered what she’d gotten herself into.

“Oh, honey, I have plenty of insertables and even a few prevertables as well.  Trust me, you won’t be missing a thing.”

Not true, she’d still be missing Rafe, but she followed along, her submissive was calling the shots and it was sometimes just easier for her alpha wolf to follow and enjoy the ride.

~~~

Sorry about the rawness of the piece today.  I'm working on getting back to writing after my long semester of Math,  :)

Have a great weekend!

Serena

Spring BBQ - 13th style...

So, I'd planned on writing about Reetha this morning, but Mz. Muse reminded me that it was Friday the 13th today...how could I pass up some 13th fun?  Enjoy.

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“Come on, Buck, this might not be the best of ideas,” Stan, the little mule deer, whined.

“Yeah, don’t you remember the last time you thought something was such a good idea and you almost became a wolf bitch’s dinner?  Ziva was so pissed that you stole her car…” Their friend Pug chuckled.

“This has nothing to do with Ziva or her stupid car.  Now, shut up and listen.” Buck griped, wondering once again how he could have become friends with such sticks in the mud.

Happy screams and laughter floated up to them from the waterfall below.  Daisy and her friends always came here Friday’s in the spring, to bathe and frolic in “nature’s renewing waters” as she liked to call it.  He called it peep central, and this Friday was the best, being that it was also the 13th.  Today, he and his bro’s were going to scare the berries right out of them.

“So here’s what we’re going to do.”  Buck pulled four Jason masks out of his backpack and started handing them around.  He had one extra for his perpetually late friend, Bull, a moose more apt to be following the butterflies than to be on time to take part in the best Friday the 13th prank ever.

“A mask?” Stan whined. “How can we see all that skin if we’re wearing masks?”

“Okay, idiot, once again, we’re here to play a prank on the girls…Daisy in particular.  Remember, we’re going to put the masks on and then quietly get behind the waterfall.  We’ll wait for the perfect time when they are all tired out and resting on the edges to jump out, knives raised and scare them to death!”

They were all turned and watching the girls in question when a loud rustling sounded behind them and a warm snuffling blew their hair forward.  “’Bout time you got here you great hairy beast, what takes you so damn long all the time?”

“Not hair, but scales, boys.” Came the rumble that was definitely not Bulls.

Pug was the first to turn around and the yip that came from his yap was silenced when he ran backwards right into a tree, knocking himself unconscious.

Stan turned, and stuttered d-d-d-d, before he spontaneously shifted out of fright, turned tail and ran for all he was worth.  Buck watched the fool go only about twenty feet when a huge wing came down, stopping him in his tracks.  

“Don’t leave so soon.” Came the rumbling again and Stan stopped like he’d seen a set of headlights.

Buck slowly turned, not sure what to expect as he’d never seen such a huge wing.  The sight before him was almost inconceivable.  “A-a dragon with a hot babe on top.” 
Fire wavered inside the beast’s nostrils and Buck’s skin warmed as the steam rolled over him.

“DO NOT talk about or even look at my Fair One, or I shall make you my meal sooner rather than later.  That will piss me off as I have a taste for barbequed shifter venison and no sauce on hand.”

Buck’s crotch became a wet mess and the stink of urine told a miserable story.  Behind him came the decidedly female calls.  He hoped this dragon did eat him before all of the does and other female species tromping through the woods caught sight of his shame.

##

“Greely, is that you?”  Daisy called, only steps from where Buck stood.  “Ooh, and you had Erol drop you off, sweet.  The water is downright chilly today, do you think you could give it a little warming?”

“Yes, female, I will in a moment.  I have something to take care of first,” Erol said as he let Greely down.

Daisy smelled the strong scent of male urine and finally noticed her nemesis standing before the dragon.  “Buck?  What are you doing here?”  She then noticed Stan paralyzed a bit of a distance away and Pug, out cold on the ground.  In his hand was a mask that matched the one on the ground by Buck’s feet.

The picture was clear not only to her, but to the rest of the women, now laughing and twittering about the three males, as well.  “Thought to scare us, did you Buck?  Looks like it backfired on you.  I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes.”

“I’m - this is not - you know - what it looks like,” Buck muttered.

“Oh I think it’s exactly what it looks like,” she responded, disgust evident in her tone.

“What would you like me to do with him, little female?”  Erol asked, not taking his eyes off the creepers.

“I don’t know, did you already have a plan?”

“Barbeque sauce and a spit while I wait for my Greely.”

Buck wet himself further, the girls all laughed and Daisy fought to suppress her grin.   “You know, Erol, I thank you for your help, but I think Buck here will suffer more if we leave him alive.  There won’t be a girl left in town that won’t know about this prank and the mess he made of himself.”

“As you wish,” Erol grumbled.

“Toddle off, boys,” Daisy waved. “Oh, and happy Friday the 13th ,” she called as the two scattered, leaving one boy behind.  What a couple of lame-o’s.
~~~

Have a wonderful weekend!

Serena

April 1st Fun!

“Is he in there?” Ziva asked, hopping up onto the side of Penelope’s desk.

“He just went in and was very grumbly.  Did you hold out on him again this morning?”

“Yep, fifth day in a row...” 

Penny kept the smile to herself as she watched her friend fidget and breathe deeply enough to get a whiff of her man, a clear sign that the boss man was not the only one suffering.

“…it’s killing me, but it will all be worth it today.”

“Is that so?”  Penny worried that she’d created a monster out of Ziva by teaching her some Domme tools to use on her mate.

“Watch and learn, Mistress.”

Ziva whipped out her phone and started to text.  First came a growl from the inner office, then more texting.  Next there was a yip…

“Wait for it…” the wolf on her desk whispered.

…and a thunk, which sounded suspiciously like a big alpha male falling to the floor.

“Now we go in.”  Ziva jumped from the desk and Penny rose to follow.  They stepped into Nick’s office and there he was, out cold on the floor.

“Z, care to tell me what you just did?” 

Whispering, the happy wolf explained.  “I started by texting him about an article Mrs. Elly had given me on the benefits of not eating meat and that the pups and I were turning herbies.  Since it was such a hard thing to do, I would not sleep with him again if he continued to eat meat… you know the smell of it on his breath and all.”

Penny laughed, then put a hand over her mouth when Ziva waved her hand in a shush-like manner.

“Then,” she continued.  “When I got the growl I went in with the ‘and by the way, all of your rulers are gone due to a termite infestation.  The artist that creates them said it will be at least a year before he has un-infested wood and new rulers made.’ That led to the yip.”

“Okay, but what made him pass out?”

“That would be the lack of rulers in his drawer.  I knew he wouldn’t believe me so I came in here after he left yesterday and emptied them out.”

Ziva smiled and went over to her man.  She leaned down and tapped his cheek until he roused, a growl on his lips. 

“Where are they?” He croaked.

“April Fools,” she said and proceeded to whip a brand new looking bad boy out of her back pocket. 

The weighty erection that shot up beneath Nick’s pants and the sudden grab and roll he did of his mate were all the cues Penny needed to back out of the room and close the door.  April Fools, indeed.  
~~~

Happy April Fool's day!  May all of your jokes play well on this fine Spring day!

Serena

...Am I Really That Bad?

“No.”

“No?” Reetha repeated, not surprised by the word coming from Rafe’s mouth as he hovered over her, but amazed he had the nerve to utter them when her knee was so close to his balls.

“That’s right, no.”

“I’m sure you’ve forgotten who you’re speaking to…” she growled, her nostrils flared and the rest of her body putting on the whole pre-shift show.  “…and are finding this would be a right good time for an apology.”

“Nope, it’s still a no.  I’ll go you one further, not without your mate.”

“My WHAT!  Oh no you don’t,” she huffed.  “I left my mate back in LA where his mangy, to long with the criminals, ass belongs.”

“Mangy!?”

“Yep.” She nodded.  “Don’t think I didn’t notice that you let criminal slide.”

“And now I’m a criminal?  Damn woman, I am your mate and I deserve some respect!”

“SAYS WHO!”

Rafe sighed and looked away, while still maintaining the up close and personal stance that perked her nipples to tight points.  “Alright, no one said that… but am I really that bad?” 

His last few words, mumbled as they were, took Reetha by surprise.  Could he really be unsure of his worth? And why did the thought of that bother her enough to throw him a small bone?  “Okay, maybe you aren’t mangy…in fact, you do dress very nicely, but I’m still going to that opening.”

Reetha pushed out from where he had her pinned against the wall of her office and turned away from his handsome face.  She couldn’t take much more of his heat and sheer sexual appeal.  She was a weak bitch when it came to this man, even though he could piss her off eight ways from Sunday.

“Penny is my friend and I’m not missing the opening night of her new club, now you can go.”

“Mate.” His hands gripped her hips as he pasted himself to her back.  A promise whispered into her ear. “If you go, prepare yourself for a VERY. PUBLIC. PUNISHMENT.”

Reetha jumped from the smack to her ass, suddenly warm in all the right, er wrong places and turned with a hiss.  Her claws were out and at the ready to deliver a good swipe, but he was already gone.
~~~

I meant to post this for Mon, but alas, Mon turned to Tues... :)

Have a great week!
Serena 

Roll With It?

“French Vanilla Cappuccino, Mistress.”  Dom set the frothy cup before his friend and at one time mentee, before sitting across from her and sipping his own black coffee.

“Ah Dom, you know me well, thank you.”

She sipped the brew as she did all things, with firm intent and a touch of sex.  When they’d first started she’d had some idea that she needed to submit to a strong man.  He’d known differently.  Penelope was no submissive, she was a Domme through and through. 

Except for that small piece…

“How’s Burgess these days?”  He raised an eyebrow knowing she would understand what answer he was looking for.

“He’s wonderful, Dom.  And yes, he’s still on his dominant kick.”

Another sip of coffee and a deep breath later told Dom nearly everything he needed to know about the distress Penelope had been feeling since her lovers return.  “But…”

“How do you always know there’s a ‘but’?”

No words were necessary between them at this point, just a look.  He knew she would open up to him once she prepared herself.

“Yes, there is a ‘but.’  I’m worried… I’m scared our connection has been broken.”

“In what way, poppet?”  Dom purposely used the endearment he’d given her back when he’d trained her.  Reminding her that she was safe with him, always.

“I’m a Domme, Dom.  We’re struggling for the top position and, I’m afraid, Daniel will be the one to suffer.”

“When you play is Daniel the only one submitting?”

Her silence spoke volumes inside their private booth at the soon to be opened club, Haven.

“Poppet?”

She sighed before speaking.  “No, I submit as well.”

“And do you hate it?”

Fidgeting as she was it wouldn’t take the fully trained Dominant he was to read the truth.

“No, I don’t.  But Dom, how long can it continue, really?”

“Penelope, there are two people in your life that your body begs to submit to, me and more importantly, Burgess.”

“What?! N…I mean, what?”

“Can you deny it?”

“This is ridiculous, Dom. Please stop.”

“That was not an answer, poppet.” Dom smoothed his tie and watched her eyes follow his hand, from his chest down to almost his crotch. “Let me ask you this,” he said, slipping into his lower register, dominant voice. “If I told you to kneel, right here, and take me into your mouth.  What would you do?”

##

Penny’s mouth watered and she nearly went to her knees, right there in her new club.  Two things stopped her, first, was Dom’s hand on her wrist.  He wouldn’t make her do that as this was a discussion between friends, confidants, not a session.  The other thought was that the first time she knelt inside her club it would be for Burgess. 

“Well, poppet?”

“I get your point.  No, I can’t deny needing to submit to Burgess, but it confuses the Domme inside of me.”

“Talk to him.  You might be surprised to find he’s as confused as you are, then roll with it, Penelope.”

“Roll with it? Really, Dom, that’s your advice.”  Penny sat back in her chair and huffed at the laughably simple answer.

“Trust me, Penelope, rolling with it is not as easy as it sounds.  To truly ‘accept what is or roll with anything’ you need an inner strength of steel.”
Penny looked at her indigo penguino as he stepped into the bar.  Dom was right, but did she have the strength she needed to change the dynamic of her relationship with Burgess for good?
~~~

So Mistress P surprised me with some new insight into herself today and I'm passing it along to you.

Have a great weekend!

Serena

The Key is to Blend...

“DJ, of course.”

“Ridiculous, it needs to be live music…something slow and sexy.”

“That is what Sunday is for.  Saturday night needs to be dance music, perhaps techno, and that cannot be created by some sappy band.”

Penny continued to stare at the finely-dressed llama, loathing to admit that he had a point.  A gay bar with a Saturday night dance club would probably draw patrons better than catering to the BDSM crowd who would spend more time in the upstairs dungeon anyway.  Her loathing had more to do with the Domme in her who hated to give in to anyone, but if they wanted Haven to succeed she needed to bend.

“…besides, the lifestylers will be hanging around upstairs anyway.”

Annnnnd, the nail on the head.  “You’re right.  A dance club makes more sense on Saturday night.  Slot that as a DJ night.”

She watched as Whit made notes in his Haven ‘to do’ binder, then reached for the paper next to him.  “Now, how about the flyers,” he said, setting the colorful paper in front of her.

Welcome to Haven!

Come to play with Liza, Freddy and Ziggy, plan to stay for the delights of the flesh.  Dominate your senses and submit to the feasts that surround you.

Get your pride on!

Open: Thur. thru Sun 2 p.m. to 2 a.m.

Penny looked the sheet over and smiled at the picture.  “I can totally see Lamar eagerly posing as Lola, but how did you get Jamie to agree?”

“Ha, that was easy, I found a beefy hunk to model with Lola instead.  Jamie quickly changed his tune…and growled, loudly.  It was kind of funny, he totally shocked both himself and Lola.”

Penny smiled, “that boy is far more alpha than he realizes when it comes to Lamar/Lola.  I love it.  And I love the flyer.
Are you going to rainbow color the paper?”

“Absolutely, but are you sure you don’t want anything more about the BDSM club upstairs?”

“Nope, those in the lifestyle will know but what we have there, plus we have a large network around the state, so word has already been put out about the opening.” Penny stood and straightened her dress.  “We’ll want to have a sub at the door to direct patrons to the correct areas, though.”

“Agreed.”

“I think we’re ready, Whit.”

“We are.  The final decorating will be done this week and then next week we can open.” 

Whit fidgeted just slightly, but still enough for Penny to witness his discomfort.  “Was there something else Whit?”

“Yes, well, one more time, are you okay with putting these flyers out, outside of Talbot’s Peak?”

“I am.  It’s time we brought in fresh blood.  Limiting ourselves to shifters only will put a large bullseye on our town.  The key is to blend.”

“Then blend we shall…”
~~~

Just a peek this week to see how renovations were coming along for Mistress P and Whit's new place.

Have a wonderful weekend!

Serena

Haven...

Haven

“Excuse me.”

“Shh… mmm…” Penny held up one finger to silence the infidel who dared interrupt her on the last few pages of the most awesome of books.

“…and they fucked happily until dawn when the terrorists charged the ramshackle shack and the boys were forced to run…”

“Ohmygawd, Lamar you slippery snake!”  She slammed the book closed and down onto her desk and looked up at the Thin White Duke before her. “Hello there.”

Penny momentarily forgot her frustration with Lamar and his love of cliffhangers when she got a look at the boy before her.  Okay, man rather.  Though man he might be, he gave off a flavor of submissive boy in need of a good Domme, or Dom, depending on his bent.

“Yes, hello, could you point me in the direction of one Mistress Penelope, please?”

“You’re in luck, Stardust, I’m her.”

“Ah, another fan.  There may be hope for this town after all.  The name's Whit.”

So proper, the Mistress in her thought. Something she’d enjoy working out of him at the end of her whip.

“Hello Whit.”  She reached for his extended hand.  His shake was firm, but the skin quite soft.  The rest of his skin would likely be just as soft, a perfect canvas for the varying shades of red she’d like to give him.  “What can I do for you?”

“A common acquaintance, Lola, suggested I talk to you about an idea I have been contemplating should I decide to stay in this lovely town.”

“Hmm, if Lola suggested it, I can’t wait to hear your idea,” Penny purred, hoping this would lead to a bit of playtime for she, Burgess, Danny, and this new call cup of water. “He always seems to think he knows just what I’m considering, before I even consider it.”

“Well, good then.”  Penny watched as Whit slid back into the chair and laying his overcoat across his crossed legs.  “You see, this town appears to be lacking a place for the homosexual population to get our bent on, though Lola implied there were not a large number of gays who actually lived here.”

“That’s true.”

“Lola also implied that there was quite a bdsm following in town and that you, Mistress P, were the one to talk to about the possibility of combined the two and possibly creating a bit of a haven for both bents?”

Lamar, you sneaky snake…, she thought before smiling at the proper boy before her.  “Stardust, it appears Lola, or Lamar as I’m sure he introduced himself…”

“He did.”

“…was reading my mind, because I have been working on an idea for a bdsm club of sorts and you just gave it the perfect name.  Haven.”


###

Whit smiled at the gorgeous and colorful shifter before him, while approving of the name she’d put out there.  It was perfect.

“So it seems, Whit, that you should be a part of this adventure with me, but tell me, are you into bdsm?”

“Oh, I enjoy more than just a bit of slap and tickle with my tête-à-têtes, but my interest in Haven will be to create a place where gay men and women can go to meet and mingle.  Is there a problem with that?”

“Absolutely not, we can make this work for both our ideas.”

Whit stood as the Mistress before him did and wondered where to go next with this idea.

“How about we get some lunch and discuss the particulars.” His new partner asked.

“That sounds delightful.” 

It seemed he would be staying in Talbot’s Peak, hopefully for a good, long time.

“One question though, Stardust…”

“Yes?”

“Male or female top?”
~~~

Have a wonderfully bent weekend!

Serena

The Bar Without A Name...Yet!

Reetha wiped her forehead against her lower arm and went back to scrubbing the layers of grease from the unmaintained grill while raucous music pumped out front.  “Begone, foul grease!” she commanded, adding a touch of royal to her voice.  Yep, she could be queen of her own secret land, she’d call it Reethlandia.

Something called to her about this place.  She’d like to think it was the sturdy, albeit in need of some love, wood bar and custom carved stools—hey, her brother wasn’t the only one with a thing for wood.  However, she was willing to bet it was actually the memories of a misspent youth, drinking and partying with the bikers passing through town that spurred her decision to reopen the bar.

She’d started by getting the front room up and running—the booze in place and Porkers band available to rock & roll, but she needed additional acts and to get the kitchen in working order.  Beer drinkers loved their meat, especially the carnies around here.  Thus, her night being spent dragging the charcoal cleaning brick over this bad boy instead of partying with the leather clads that were stopping in.

“This reminds me of New Year’s…only then you were working hard and begging me to go deeper.  That is until I hit the right spot and your demands turned to cries of yes…”

“Fucking Lupa!” Reetha figured she’d jumped at least a foot in the air before turning to the tool, a damn sexy and beyond awesome in the sack tool, but a tool nonetheless. “How does a freaking ambulance chaser walk so quietly?  Was it your mama or daddy who had the touch of pussy in them?”

“Probably both, but then we can’t all have the Mississippi Leg Hound that runs in your genes, now can we.”

Reetha turned back to the grill and continued to scrub, waiting for the hate she’d built up for the damn wolf at her back to flair inside her.  Only, there was no hate to be found, just a longing, which pissed her off more than a little bit.

“What do you want, Rafe?”

“I’d heard you’d fixed up this old backwoods bar and I had to see it for myself.”

“Why?  We fucked at New Year’s, but that was weeks ago…shouldn’t you be gone by now?  I don’t know, maybe killing someone else’s love?”

“Low blow, Reetha.  You know I loved her too, in my own way.”

She did know that, but it didn’t change the fact that the dirt bags he worked and continues to work for, provided the death needle for her sweet deer. “Whatever.”

“We need to talk, mate.”

Reetha ripped off the yellow gloves keeping her hands from being abused and threw them on the counter before turning to face the rat bastard fate had thrown her together with.  “No, we really don’t.  Thanks for the fuck, go have a beer or get the hell out,” she said, moving around him and heading for her office.  He didn’t say another word, but watched her every step of the way.

When she shut the door the music became muted along with the thoughts of her mate on the other side.  It was a tough task, dismissing the pain and frustration she felt each time she saw her mate, but this time she engrossed herself in a task she’d been working diligently on over the last few weeks.

What the hell would she name her bar?
~~~

Have a wonderful weekend!

Serena

The Company New Years Party...

Ziva woke, stretched and felt every tender ache in her happy parts.  “What the hell?”

“I don’t know, but once you figure it out give me an update, huh.” Mistress P climbed out of the sexy sandwich she made with Burgess, Danny and what looked to be the tight, young intern they’d just hired in the fall snuggled in behind.  Thank Lupa she was several years past legal.

“Me too,” Marissa chimed in moving from her place atop her man Mooney.

“Me three.” Reetha was currently pushing Rafe to the side and sitting up.

With a scan of the room, Ziva could see all of the women coming too, while the men were still nearly comatose.  Clothing was askew, but no one was flat out naked which was interesting.  Shifters didn’t give two shakes about nudity, hell, most everyone in town had seen everyone else naked one time or another. 

“Well, clearly, we rang in the new year in some sort of group romp,” Penny said.  “I just can’t remember what happened or how it started.”

“Marissa, could this be magical?”  Ziva asked the resident witch.

“Nope, there’s no magic residue in the air and I don’t have a post magic use sheen on me.  I do, however, have one hell of a hangover and that is very uncommon.  The supernatural part usually burns that off first.”

“Yeah, my head is throbbing a bit as well.”  Reetha said, still sitting.

Ziva moved toward the food table. “So someone spiked the punch?”

“Possibly, but with what?” Penny asked.  “Like Marissa said, liquor is not a problem for shifters.”

“Well, it’s not liquor,” Ziva said, finishing her sniff test of the punch.

“Holy crossed snake eyes,” Lamar groaned, sitting up and holding his hand to his head.  “Who got a hold of the premium weed and why didn’t anyone warn us?”

“What?  Weed?”   Marissa exclaimed.  “No one was toking that I remember.  Plus, marijuana makes me really paranoid and I remember every stinking bit of it, so it couldn’t have been that.”

“Not Maryjane, this is Horny Goat Weed.  I got into a batch of it last year on a slither about and poor Jamie wouldn't come near me for a full month after the effects wore off.”  Lamar shifted around a bit and reached out to stroke his partner’s hair.  “Now I understand why.”

“Horny Goat Weed?  Who would have brought that to the New Year’s work party?”  Ziva started sniffing the rest of the food, looking for something that was off.

“There was something off about last night though,” Lamar murmured. 

“Ya think.”  Reetha barked.

“What I mean is that Horny Goat Weed only affects men, and last night you ladies were the aggressors.  Not that the men said no, but you all came on veeerrry strong.”

“All of the food smells of certain things,” Ziva said.

“Like what,” Marissa asked.

“Well, Nutmeg, clove, and saffron for starters.  And the punch smells slightly of passion flower rather than fruit.”

“There’s Muira Puama in the dip.”  Penny offered up the information slightly abashed. “Burgess brought some back from Brazil.  It’s a delicacy and an aphrodisiac, but it was never that over-powering.”

“No, but all those other things Ziva listed are also aphrodisiacs and include the Horny Goat Weed and we OD’d on sex aiding herbs.”  Marissa smirked.

“So either everyone had the same sexy idea for New Year’s,” Reetha said. “Or everyone’s favorite recipe includes a different sex herb.” 

“I think we’re looking at option number two,” Ziva laughed.  “Next year, we cater.”

Penny stood, “Well let me be the first to say…Happy Fucking New Year!”

“Literally!”  The rest of the guests who were awake and starting to wake responded.

~~~

May all of your banquets be catered!

Happy New Year

Serena

Suckered in Once Again...

“Are you going?”

“Nope.”

“Come on, Nick, it’s for your pup’s.”

“Nope, and I could say the same to you, Z.”

“And face the mobs all trying to get the same one item on sale?  No thanks.  Those humans can be worse than hungry wolves facing off at a kill.”

Nick leaned forward on the cush chair they kept in the corner.  “So, we forget this crazy notion?”

“It’s not crazy, Nick.” Ziva sat up and faced her mate.  “That big name store off the highway scored a hell of a deal on rawhide chews and are offering it up at a can’t miss price.”

“Did we check with Glenn?  I know he sells mostly fetish gear out of the pet shop, but he’s started to offer up some honest to goodness pet goods.”

“I checked with him and he tried to get a large batch, but being that they are homemade, the seller had run out and was not expecting to make any more for the holiday season.”

“Are we sure the pups need them?”

“Coop’s catching up with his sister in the shifting department and their wolf teeth are starting to come in, but they’re still too young for bones.  Human teething rings work fine in their human form, but not so much in pup form.”

“Do we know anyone going that way today?”

Nick and Ziva sat staring at each other, each weighing the “who to call” options.

“Mooney!”  They both hollered, each jumping for their cells.

###

“I can’t believe I got suckered into doing this again after last year’s fiasco.” Mooney grumbled, dodging crazy people all beating feet to score junk for under their Christmas trees.

Mama Kin, Ziva’s ringtone, blasts from close by.  He stopped, mid-flow, to dig the phone out of his pocket.  Ziva, rarely called to chit-chat, but she always let him know what was going on with his niece and nephew.  He adored those little buggers.  He hoped there was nothing wrong.  “Yo, Z, what’s up?”

“Hey Mooney…”

“Put him on speaker.”  His brother demanded in the background.

“…shh Nick!  So, Mooney, where ya at this fine morning?”

“Down at the…” Mooney took the corner of a cart to damn near the inner thigh by a crazed shopper. “Holy Lupa, lady…watch where you’re going, you almost took out my balls!”

“Screw you…”

“Geez, you kiss your dame with that mouth?”

“Ah Mooney…”  Ziva called through the phone still at his ear.

“Sorry, Z, there are a bunch of crazy apes at this store today.  What did you need?”

“Raging Randi’s Rawhide Chews.  They’re homemade and crazy cheap there today.”

“Hell Ziva, those are on the other end of the store…can’t Nick get his own secret midnight snacks?”

“Why that little, mutt…just wait until I see you again, Moon” “Shut up, Nick!”  Nick growled and Ziva laughed.  “Please, Mooney, I’ll pay you for what they cost and I give you a solid ‘I owe you’.”

“Ooh, I like the sound of an IOU…”  Mooney responded, already turned and moving in the direction of the rawhides.  He’d just come from grabbing the boy’s gifts—military grade hunting knives.  Sure, they were wolf shifters, but they couldn’t always shift.  For those times they needed to know how to protect themselves and their loved ones.  Now that the new alpha was here, they need to start training to protect her.

“Would it help if the rawhides were for the pups?  They’ve started teething.”

“I figured,” Mooney laughed, but don’t tell Nick that, he’s just so fun to tease.

Ziva laughed, “you are so ballsy, Mooney.  I love it!”

“How many do you want?”

“As many as you can get Mooney, as many as you can get.  And thanks!”

Mooney hung up and proceeded to empty Raging Randi’s bin.  He also grabbed an extra-small bone he intend on titling Nick’s Bone and leaving under the tree at the Gazette.  Ah brotherly love in the holiday season.
~~~

Stay safe, everyone and have a wonderful weekend!

Serena

Copycats and Medical Miracles...

“Aunt Lil’,” Ziva called, her hand covering Cooper’s head where he slept strapped to her chest. “You here?”

“Raawwtlll” 

Ziva smiled and looked back at River, strapped in a front facing hold on Nick’s chest, trying to copy her words.  Her little peach was so alpha already.  She faced the world with a determination she got from both her parents and the eyes that could only have come from the daddy whose thumbs she was currently holding.

“In here, Ziva dear.”

The wispy sound of her aunt’s voice pulled her away from the smiles of her mate and child, concern for Liliya making a place in her chest.  She loved her aunt and couldn’t imagine life without her.  Aunt Lil’ had made life tolerable for Ziva during the years she’d had to assume the alpha position in her family.

Moving through the house her mother and aunt shared to the solarium in back, Ziva noticed how dark and unkempt the place had become.  That was so not like Lil’.  Her mother, now that she could see.

“Lil’, are you okay?” She asked the lump of a woman bundled into a blanket in the comphy double chair that looked out into the forest.

“No, Ziva my sweet, my time has come, “  Liliya whispered, acting like the old lady she wasn’t.  “I love you, dear.  Remember me fondly.”

“Lil’, I’m pretty sure it’s not your time.”

“No, it’s true, I’m bound for wherever shifters go to be recycled for the next life.”

“Aunt Lil’, I was with you just last week when Doc Leo did your annual physical.  Remember, he said you were as healthy as one of the oxen brothers.”

Liliya threw off her blanket and sat up straight.  “Oh, what does he know anyway?”

“Well, he’s a vet and shifter doctor, I assume he knows quite a bit.”

“Pish, I’ve got the arthritis.  A really bad case.”

“Shifters don’t get arthritis, Lil’.  All that changing shape keeps the joints fresh and young.”

“Well then, I’m a frigging medical miracle ‘cause I’ve got the arthritis.”

Ziva shot Nick, who was trying really hard not to laugh at the surly lady on the chair, a help me look.

“Say, Ms. Liliya, It’s been a while since Peter’s stop by the gazette with pictures to sell, have you been keeping he busy?”  Nick teased.

“No.  Good riddance too little peewee rubbish with that one, and when I say little, I really mean itty bitty…candy corn size if you know what I mean…”

“Stop!” Nick moaned. His theatrics were enough to earn him a share of the award Ziva had been ready to give her aunt.  “Z, cover Coop’s ears…please.  Men don’t need or want to know about the size of another man’s junk!”  

“Really, babe, he’s sound asleep.” Ziva laughed, then looked back at her aunt.  “What happened, Liliya?”

“That bugger decided to go sniffing after some human who works at a fast food place down off the highway.  A human!”

“Rauggr…”

“River, my sweetling and Cooper baby.”  Liliya got up out of the chair and crooned at the bundles she and Nick where holding.

“Lil’?”

“You know, now that I think about it, let that human have him, he deserves the ridicule he’s gonna get for his little peewee.”

“Reeree…AH!”  River shouted, making Nick cringe.

“Great…that one was actually close to sounding correct.”  Nick groaned.

Ziva smirked at Nick’s dismay and decided there would be plenty of time later to tell Nick that the AH at the end of Rivers new word was really her attempt at the word DAH. 

~~~

Have a great weekend, y'all and keep warm!

Serena

Halloween Hotness

Ziva’d been back to work for a couple of days now, but still she growled at each of her fellow employees. She half hoped her warning went unheeded, and they’d continue to ask her what happened.  She wasn’t herself and this need for comforting was confusing her.  Unfortunately, her growl still packed a punch and most veered away, letting her get to her office in relative peace.

Only a few braved her warning, but Nick, who kept pace behind her like the secret service, warded them off before she could taste their blood, or more to the point, wept into their shoulders. 

Lumbering Lupa, how was she going to survive weeks as an emotional wreak and wrapped like a freaking mummy, at that?  A mummy, damn it.  She planned her Halloween costume with great care this year.  She was going to transform herself into a belly dancer with the sexy coined belts and finger bells to boot. 

The costume was a way to empower herself and had the added benefit of driving Nick crazy with all the bared skin.  Now there were gauze wrapped and scars, a mummy’s worth of them.

Nick swore she didn’t look as bad as she felt, but then he didn’t want to risk losing access to her one remaining system—Ms. Puss.  Clearly, he’d not yet realized her multitude of injuries put the kaput’s on their favorite position—doggie.

“What’s wrong, mate?  Are you having pain?  Should we go home and rest?”

“No, Nick, I’m fine, just bummed that I’ve ruined Halloween.”  She had too, ruined one of their favorite holidays, that is, a night for thrills and chills and naughtiness that made life worth living.  Lupa she was maudlin. 

“Ziva,” Nick cooed into her ear.  “You didn’t ruin Halloween, I’ve made all our plans at the pleasure club for tonight.  All of the employees have tickets to come, if they want, and to sample any of the public parties taking place…including the one G&B is putting on.  This is our Christmas after all.  I also reserved our room for afterwards.  Elly is staying with the cubs and I believe Mooney and Marissa are bring the boys to our place to stay after their party.”

“Nick.” She turned to her mate with love in her eyes.  “How did you have time to plan all of this?”

“I have a secret peaparrot on staff…she’s a menace when it comes to multi-tasking.”

“Thank you, my love, but I can’t go like this.”  She gestured to her gauze wrapped body.

“Who said you’d have too?  Go into your office.”
Nick nudged her through the door and there, on a Ziva sized mannequin was the most brilliantly white, floor length dress she’d ever seen.  She moved to touch the fabric and almost sobbed out loud.  It was so soft…delicate and flowing.  It was perfect.

“I figured a ghost would be the perfect get-up for you and your body is too delicious for some old sheet.  Besides, you can wear this after Halloween, you know, if you want.”

“I want.” Ziva hugged her love as best she could and let the tears fall.

“It’s okay, Ziva,” Nick murmured, holding her as long as she needed him too.

“What are you going as?”  She asked once the tears had stopped.

“That’s a surprise.”  He smiled at her as he left the office.

##

Several hours later Ziva stood in the room Nick had reserved for the G&B holiday party, nibbling on snacks and talking to her co-workers, feeling like a million bucks.  Everyone was in love with her costume and dying to know where Nick got it, when in walked the man of the hour himself.

“OhmyLupa,” Ziva nearly choked on the pig in a blanket she’d been eating when she got a load of her mate…her kilt wearing, stud…Highlander mate with a sword at his side.  A clearly wooden sword.  It was a broadsword sanded and stained to perfection.

Tonight and for years to come, that piece of wood would be wielded in pleasure and a wee bit o’pain.  Especially on the night of thrills and chills.

Happy Halloween!
~~~

I couldn't resist...David Tennant in a kilt...Oh Dr.!

Have a wonderful and safe Halloween!

Serena

Safe & Sound

Nick stood sentinel over his mate, now resting as comfortably as she could in her wolf form.  She’d come to, briefly, while flying toward help in Erol’s massive, clawed grip.  He owed that dragon much and would somehow repay him.  Ziva and the pups were his world as he was theirs.

“How’s our patient?”

“Hey Leo,” Nick addressed the town vet, lightly, of course, so as not to wake the sleeping wolf. “She seems to be a bit more relaxed.  Shifting definitely helped.”

“Yeah, it usually does and the cocktail of meds I gave her will give her the chance to sleep a lot of the healing off.  She is going to be incredibly sore for the next week or so and with how deep her scrapes went, she’ll scab, but shouldn’t scar.”

“Thanks man.  And thanks for the use of the kilt.”  Nick glanced down at the surprising comfortable attire Leo had loaned him.  “Hell of a lot of freedom in this bad boy.”

“I know and the ladies love them.”

“That’s what I hear,” Nick laughed.  “Ziva’s always threatening me with one, I should have let her win that battle.  I’ll get it cleaned and back to you…”

“Forget it, why don’t you keep it and surprise your lady with it, she’s going to need something to keep the grumps away until she’s fully healed.  Besides, I have a bunch of them.  Gotta go.”

“Thanks again, Leo.”

Nick smiled to himself, he’d definitely surprise Ziva with his newest attire, maybe on Halloween.  He could be a sword wielding Highlander and for his lady love, a lovely, white silk, flowing dress.  It would work well with her bandages and she could be a beautiful ghost…or a lady in white.  He’d check out the new costume store in the Peak.  Word was, they did custom work and that was just what she needed…a lot of pampering.

##

Erol flew back, as quickly as he could, to where he’d left his fully dressed, Fair One.  She’d better have remained dressed or there would be hell to pay.  His mouth watered with the idea of a bit of toasted wolf.  He’s leave the young ones alone as he knew eating them would piss off his mate, but the other two were fair game.

As he drew closer to the ridge, he could see a soft white skin dancing on the rocks.  Not a seductive dance as most women would put on for their man, but for Greely, it was more like the robot mixed with a boot scoot and boogie as she’d called it the other day.  His woman could not dance, but for him it was the most seductive thing on the planet.

As long as the wolves were nowhere to be seen.

Erol landed in a shift and didn’t even bother to clothe himself.  He let his sense scan the area and found it was just he and Greely—a very naked Greely.  It didn’t get much better than this.

“Is this you being naughty?” he asked, even as he grabbed her by the ass and lifted her to him.

“No, think of it as your reward for doing something good,” she crooned into his ear.  “Unless you think I’m being naughty.”

“Definitely naughty, Fair One.  I think you need a spanking.”

“Don’t let me stop you,” she sighed into his ear.  “YIEEIEE,” then yelped as his hand came down on her plush cheek in the first of what would be many orgasm inducing pats.
~~~

Have a wonderful weekend!

Serena

Toasted Wolf Snack

Erol was mildly amused by the growled threats coming his way from atop the hill.  Two adult wolves threatening to do what, gouge out his eyes or claw away at his tough dragon skin?  Please, all he had to do was douse them with his dragon fire and he’d have a toasted wolf snack.

Lightening sharp pain made its way from a back tooth, up through an eyeball and down his right arm.  Erol held tight to the fire that wanted to erupt from the back of his throat and laid his head on the top of the gorge, between the angry wolves.  He opened his mouth wide and allowed an extremely pissed off Greely to jump out.

“I can’t believe you did that, you wide-nostril’ed, son of a fireless reptile!”

“Whoa” “Go Miss Greely,” the dynamite duo whispered between themselves even as his Fair One continued to berate him.

“We have talked about this, Erol, the only time you put me in your mouth is when I am a frog and we have to go under water…”

“What about during love-making, Fair One?”

“Erol!”

“Yeah!” “Right on”

“Not in front of innocent ears.”

“Innocent?” “Does she mean us?” Thor and Loki looked at each other.

“Now, times wasting, Erol.  Ziva looks quite hurt and there is no way she can make it up the side and into town on her own steam, but you can.  Be a good neighbor and take both she and Nick to see Dr. Leo.” 

“Damn, too bad Z is unconscious, she’s gonna miss Dr. Dom working her over, or working over her.”

“Reetha! Now’s not the time.”

“I’m just saying…”

Erol swung his head between the now naked, bickering siblings.  “Great, more nudity.  Greely, shift and get back into my mouth.”

“No!  Get going, I’ll be waiting here when you return.”

Erol raised his head, knowing the flames were rising inside and not wanting to risk hurting his mate.

“Don’t worry, big guy,” Reetha said, sashaying closer to Greely. “We won’t eat her.”

“Yeah, frogs and canines don’t really mix, right boys…” Mooney joked.

“Yes, dad.” “Right-o, pop’s”

“We might, however, get her out of there spit soaked clothes.”  Reetha teased.

“Fair One…” Erol warned.

“Go on, I’ll be fine.”

Erol gently lifted both Ziva and Nick into his claws and started to take flight.  Half way up he heard Greely exclaim, “When in Rome.”

Planning to make this the fastest trip ever, Erol took off towards Talbot’s Peak. He released fire along the way to bleed off the tension currently wracking his body at the thought of anyone seeing his mate naked.  Who knows, he may get that toasted wolf snack after all.
~~~

Somehow, Greely and Erol have taken over my tale.  Go figure.

Have a wonderful weekend, y'all!

Serena

Pet Names and Fire Breathing Dragons

Nick twisted and turned, performing more aerial acrobatics than he thought possible, in hopes of keeping himself from becoming a shapeshifter shish-kabob.  He’d never dreamed his life would come to such a pointy end and wouldn’t involve wood of some sort.  Sadly, he’d miss out on the best parts of life…his pups laughing and playing and growing up.  He’d miss it all.  And damn it…he’d never marry the female of his dreams.  

With a quick glance towards his mate, straining to reach out to him, Nick let loose with a soulful howl and prepared to meet the Lupa snout-to-snout.  A sharp stab to the ribs took him by surprise.  He’d hoped death by this kind of impaling would have been fast and less painful.  The even bigger shock came when he was suddenly flying upwards into the sky.  Nick had always hoped to join the great pack upon his death, but secretly suspected it would be the lone burning wolf for him.

##

“Be careful, Erol.  Don’t break him.”

“Are you really telling me what to do with the wolf you ordered me to save, Fair One?”

“That’s not just a wolf, you silly goose…”

“I AM DRAGON!” Erol roared.

“Fine, fine, fine…but listen that is not an ordinary wolf, Oh Mighty Dragon.”

 “Really?”  Clearly Greely thought he was stupid and that he wouldn’t recognize a fellow shifter.  She still had much to learn about dragons.  He did, however, like the affectionate name she’d just given him, even if she’d said it with a huff in her voice.

 “Nope, that’s Nick McMahon…” 

 The reverence in her voice ruffled his feathers…or would have if he’d had any.  It also made him wonder if he should drop the infidel he currently held in his claws.  “The way you speak of this man makes me wonder if I should drop him.”

 “WHAT?  Don’t you dare, Erol!”

 Greely’s sudden movement across his back required Erol to slow and descend sooner than he’d intended.  Instead of a graceful landing as was usual, he’d had to claw onto the jagged rocks along the side of the gorge…digging in with his hind legs and using his wings to slowly make his way down.  Once at the bottom, he set the wolf on his feet and allowed Greely to dismount.  “Never risk yourself like that again, Greely,” he huffed, sending her hair out behind her. “I will resort to carrying you in my mouth if you repeat that action.”

 “I-I…”

 “I promise to always do as you say, Oh Mighty Dragon,” Erol rumbled, still in his dragon form.  “By the way, I like your new pet name for me…you may call me that from now on.”

 “I…what?”

 “Oh Mighty Dragon, I like that…you may continue to use it.”  He watched her vibrate with indignation, eager to see what she would do with his demand.

 “Grrr…arggg, you, you—humph.”

 Greely turned way from him with a stomp of her tiny foot and he was juiced.  Impatient to continue to their intended destination and lay her on the soft bed he’d bought just for her, in the castle of rock, hidden in these hills. 

 “Oh!”

 Her gasp brought him back to reality and a picture that brought fire to his nostrils.  Nick, the shapeshifting wolf, was now a man racing to his woman, naked.  Damn wolves and their penchant for nudity.  What was worse was that he was swinging all over the place in his dash to get to the naked woman on the ground. 

 “Avert your eyes, Fair One!”

 “Oh, Karma is going to just die that she missed this.  The rumor mill in Talbot’s Peak was so wrong…they must have been short by at least four inch…ahhhhhh.”

 Erol felt his blood boil, the fire barely restrained.  Someone was going to get hurt if Greely didn’t stop.  That would be his defense, he thought as he reached out and scooped her up, quickly placing her into his mouth. 

 Her scream was muffled, but could still be heard as witnessed by the sudden quiet around him and the words of two little wolf boys.

 “Cool…He ate her!” 
~~~

Dragons have minds of their own, I swear!

Have a wonderful weekend!

Serena