@ Jaguar's Heart @ Mother.Of.Dragons
Mark, Maverick, Maddock, Max, Mariah and Murel
Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Murel turned to glare at the woman who had dared to use that name, bright blue eyes snapping hellfire. “What did you call me?” She asked in a deadly calm, voice low. She ignored everyone else, her snarling demon whipping itself into a frenzy as it demanded blood, thrusting images into her head, memories she should have been too young to remember. Memories of the mother who had died birthing her, the father who’d stuck around just long enough to give her that damned name before disappearing forever, leaving a twelve year old boy to raise his six siblings. That name was a tie to them, a tie to him. He’d chosen it for her, and she hated him for it. She’d never even told Ben her birth name. She hadn’t wanted him to know. She hated that name. Only her brothers could use it and hope to live.
Maverick was about to answer when Kyra used the Name. His mouth snapped shut and he looked at his sister. He could see the imp moving behind Murel’s eyes, egging her on, and his sister was losing the fight. “Easy, Wildcat,” he murmured, hoping the nickname would catch her attention. “Just calm down. No harm done.”
Maddock shifted, ready to pull Kyra out of the line of fire. Damnit! He’d warned her not to use that name! He never should have mentioned it in the first place, but he usually called her Marryne in private, and it had just slipped out. She was going to be so hurt later, but right now he had to make sure his sister didn’t accidentally kill his soulmate.
Mariah’s head snapped up and he grabbed Faye, cutting off her tirade. Putting a hand over her lips, he drew her backwards out of the kitchen, blue-grey eyes wide and trained on his sister. He didn’t stop moving until they were out of the kitchen and halfway across the next room. Only then did he drop his hand and say, “Sorry, but it’s about to erupt into a war zone in there and I didn’t want you to get hurt.”
Mark abandoned the playful confrontation for the much more dangerous one brewing on the other side of the kitchen. Moving carefully so as not to set off Imur and trigger a total loss of control, Mark made his way around the edge of the kitchen and behind her. In a move born of a pickpocket’s stealth, he slipped his hand under her shirt and drew the gun she always wore as a safety net.
Mark’s ploy worked like a charm as Murel squealed in outrage, spinning around as she felt the weight of her weapon vanish. Distracted from her anger, she was once more herself, looking out as she jumped, trying to grab the gun that Mark dangled over her head. “Give that back!” She cried, her shorter limbs unable to reach her favorite weapon. “That’s mine!”
Matt
He stopped her just long enough to grab a condom-no matter how much he wanted her, he couldn’t risk that-before he sank himself inside her. His groan of pleasure was almost a sob, pausing to relish the feel of her around him. Nothing in his life had ever felt so right. “Victoria,” he panted, beginning a slow, sensual, rolling pace.
Mark, Maverick, Maddock, Max, Mariah and Murel
Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Murel turned to glare at the woman who had dared to use that name, bright blue eyes snapping hellfire. “What did you call me?” She asked in a deadly calm, voice low. She ignored everyone else, her snarling demon whipping itself into a frenzy as it demanded blood, thrusting images into her head, memories she should have been too young to remember. Memories of the mother who had died birthing her, the father who’d stuck around just long enough to give her that damned name before disappearing forever, leaving a twelve year old boy to raise his six siblings. That name was a tie to them, a tie to him. He’d chosen it for her, and she hated him for it. She’d never even told Ben her birth name. She hadn’t wanted him to know. She hated that name. Only her brothers could use it and hope to live.
Maverick was about to answer when Kyra used the Name. His mouth snapped shut and he looked at his sister. He could see the imp moving behind Murel’s eyes, egging her on, and his sister was losing the fight. “Easy, Wildcat,” he murmured, hoping the nickname would catch her attention. “Just calm down. No harm done.”
Maddock shifted, ready to pull Kyra out of the line of fire. Damnit! He’d warned her not to use that name! He never should have mentioned it in the first place, but he usually called her Marryne in private, and it had just slipped out. She was going to be so hurt later, but right now he had to make sure his sister didn’t accidentally kill his soulmate.
Mariah’s head snapped up and he grabbed Faye, cutting off her tirade. Putting a hand over her lips, he drew her backwards out of the kitchen, blue-grey eyes wide and trained on his sister. He didn’t stop moving until they were out of the kitchen and halfway across the next room. Only then did he drop his hand and say, “Sorry, but it’s about to erupt into a war zone in there and I didn’t want you to get hurt.”
Mark abandoned the playful confrontation for the much more dangerous one brewing on the other side of the kitchen. Moving carefully so as not to set off Imur and trigger a total loss of control, Mark made his way around the edge of the kitchen and behind her. In a move born of a pickpocket’s stealth, he slipped his hand under her shirt and drew the gun she always wore as a safety net.
Mark’s ploy worked like a charm as Murel squealed in outrage, spinning around as she felt the weight of her weapon vanish. Distracted from her anger, she was once more herself, looking out as she jumped, trying to grab the gun that Mark dangled over her head. “Give that back!” She cried, her shorter limbs unable to reach her favorite weapon. “That’s mine!”
Matt
He stopped her just long enough to grab a condom-no matter how much he wanted her, he couldn’t risk that-before he sank himself inside her. His groan of pleasure was almost a sob, pausing to relish the feel of her around him. Nothing in his life had ever felt so right. “Victoria,” he panted, beginning a slow, sensual, rolling pace.
April 10th, 2015 at 04:31am