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Silver Chains	By : outlawblue Category: Anita Blake > General Views: 3137 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Anita Blake series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Silver Chains
- 2-A plan is born
- 3-Strategies
- 4-Chapter 4
- 5-a new threat
- 6-chpter 6
- 7-Chapter 7
- 8-chp8
- 9-Chapter 9
- 10-chp 10
- 11-11
- 12-chapter 12
- 13-13
- 14-chp 14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-final chapter
- 16
- 17
- 18
Anita began to prepare herself to call the munin and to once again deal with Raina’s sick and twisted game, but this time Anita was going to call the shots whether the bitch liked it or not…there would be no negotiation for pain, she would help her to heal Richard or she would shove the power back down Raina’s metaphysical cord and choke her with it!
Asher lit candles around the room and Jason arrived just shortly before they began. It was agreed that all witnesses except for Asher would wait in the living room until they were ready to take the marks. Both Dr. Lillian and Jason had there own demons to fight when it came to Raina’s memory and they didn’t need to be voluntary victims again. She held no sway over Asher and Jean-Claude was too powerful.

Close skin contact was necessary to heal with the munin so it was necessary for Anita, Jean-Claude, and Richard to remove their clothing. Not sure how Richard would react to Jean-Claude’s nude body touching his, Anita tried to explain to Richard that she would need to open the marks and run the healing power through both her and Jean-Claude in order to heal the demon’s injuries to his body. She could think of no other way given his immense injuries.

Even as Anita slowly removed her clothing, Richard became uneasy…Jean-Claude continued to sooth him as best he could…Jean-Claude sat up but kept his hand on Richard’s head stroking his hair. He could feel the heat growing as the fever, the fire of hell, consumed his wolf. “Raise the munin,” he told Anita. “Please.”

Anita could sense Richard’s reluctance even with Jean-Claude’s soothing power pushing through him, “I’m trying, but his fear will fuel Raina and I’m afraid she’ll try to do more damage.”

Jean-Claude turned Richards face to his, stroking his cheek with gentle intent and begged him to open his eyes, “Mon Loup we are doing all we can but you must trust us…Richard do you trust me?

Richard’s eyes locked on Jean-Claude’s face…his head, heart, and body were at odds, he knew that Jean-Claude would never touch him out of anything but love…he said it out loud in his head, the Master of the City loved him and would do anything to heal him. Tears welled in his chocolate brown eyes, his touch was tender and re-assuring…for once Richard didn’t want to fight but he couldn’t separate Niley’s rape of his body from the gentleness of the man in front of him…his beast railed from it and begged him to release it, to be at peace.

Jean-Claude watched Anita’s hands gently caress Richard’s body with care and love, like butterfly wings along his fevered skin, but the wolf was too frightened and his physical being weakened by the infection. To his horror, Jean-Claude could feel Richard’s spirit trying to move to the other side.

“Non, mon loup, Non!” he hissed and held Richard’s head between his hands. “We will not give you up to the other side, ma beau loup, we love you…we will not let you go, I will not let you go!” Blood stained tears trailed down the porcelain perfection of Jean-Claude’s face. What did they have that could prevent this? Anita was trying; she had called the munin to her and was currently holding Raina in check, but Richard was not responding. His body was so hurt he couldn’t feel her.

Raina was there and intent on devouring her former lover, as she willed Anita to run her hands and mouth over his trembling body. Richard remained immune to her touch, but Raina didn’t care. He smelled of blood and meat; she wanted to lick his wounds and press her mouth to the holes in his flesh rendered by the demoness’ claws. She wanted to consume his flesh and sank her teeth into his belly just below his navel, where the dark hair trailed down to his soft penis. She remembered the taste of that darker meat in her mouth, the feel of it as it swelled slowly, sweetly in her mouth. She moved her head lower and licked the soft member from base to tip like a melting ice cream cone on a warm summer day…she savored the salty taste of his skin and teased the velvet flesh with the the flat of her tongue.

Richard was still unresponsive and his breathing was becoming labored. Anita was struggling with Raina and her usual sick notions; she was refusing to heal Richard without her usual pound of flesh when Anita felt the tender brush of Richard’s beast against hers, it was weak but soothing…he was trying to say goodbye. He opened the marks and begged to her let him pass, “You will have those who love you to help you into the future, my only regret is that I failed our love Anita…you were always my touchstone and I will endeavor to look after you always…please release me Anita…there is nothing left for me on this side but pain.”

Tears flowed freely down Anita’s face, “No Richard, no, don’t you dare…we’ve all made mistakes in this partnership, but I’ll be damned if it’s too late to fix. I swear if you let go, I will follow you to heaven or hell and torment you for all eternity” She opened the marks wide and her beast roared with pain and anguish over the possible loss of its mate…her true feelings for Richard flooded through the three of them. With her roar she felt Raina stumble.

The bitch was weakened by Anita’s emotions…suddenly confused Anita looked to Jean-Claude, “Did you feel that?”

“Oui, ma petite, I felt it…has she ever reacted to your anger like that before?”

Anita had but a moment to think when she realized it wasn’t anger that she set free, but it was her love for Richard, her heart’s connection to the man and the beast…Raina never did understand love. Pain, the bitch had a Ph.D. in, but love was unknown territory to her. Quickly transferring this discovery to Jean-Claude though their mental path they both opened the marks wide, pouring all of their love for one another into it.

Raina was frozen, unable to wield any influence over Anita…, “Now you cold hearted bitch, we are playing this my way…you will give me the power to heal Richard now or I will use my necromancy to call the power of the dead through Jean-Claude and exorcise your worthless soul into the nether regions of hell. How do feel about playing footsy with the demons…I’m sure you would be a lovely snack!”

Raina tried to pull back but her strength had waned…, “Play by my rules Raina or go to hell, literally…what is your choice?”

Anita felt the former lupa acquiesce begrudgingly to her demands, but Raina knew Anita would send her ass to the demon’s playground if she failed her this time. Anita’s body temperature began to rise and the rush of healing power invaded her senses seeking release. Richard’s body was still unresponsive and damn it all to hell, the only way this worked was through sex.

Jean-Claude frantically turned to Asher, “Mon Chardonerette, we will lose him if we don’t do something.”

“What do wish me to do?” Asher asked from his place at Richard’s side.

“Richard must be able to respond to Anita, or he won’t heal,” Jean-Claude explained.

“You’re bite is orgasmic, his body will have not choice but to respond. You must roll his mind!”

“Non”, a look of horror corrupted Asher’s beautiful face. “He will equate my invasion to his rape, I would push him over the edge.”

“He is dying!” Jean-Claude hissed. “Whatever angers Richard will have over this, at least he will not be flesh for the vultures. I will use my power to hold his spirit in this realm, while you roll his mind…it is our only hope.”

Anita raised her head from Richard’s groin and watched Asher consider the request. “He can’t die,” she pleaded. “He can get mad if he wants, but I can’t let him die, part of me won’t survive…I didn’t realize that until now. Do you hear me Richard, if you die, you take part of me with you.” Yeah, it was a guilt trip, but at this point she was willing to try anything.

Asher leaned closer to Richard’s ear and whispered, “I have to do this to save you, ma beau loup, please forgive any perceived transgression; I truly mean you no harm.”

He raised his head and was certain he saw a faint light in Richard’s shuttered eyes. Glancing back at Anita, he turned Richard’s head so he could make a clean strike. Jean-Claude moved some hair off the wolf’s neck and smiled. Asher laved the pulse on Richard’s neck, once; twice; enticing the blood to his call. Waiting until he sensed Richard’s body relax; Asher struck.

Richard’s body instantly responded to the vampire’s magic. Gasping, his back arched, blood flowed to his core and his penis grew ripe and thick with need. Anita slowly mounted him, taking him into her body slowly inch by intoxicating inch…her sheath was wet and ready, and she shuddered at the feral feel of him.

Jean-Claude slowly strengthened his embrace and his skin began to glow ethereal…his vampiric powers surfacing. Suddenly his clothes were but a memory, removed as if by magic. The full length of his body and the silk that was his skin embraced the Ulfric’s full form. The mild friction elicited small moans from Richard, but they were not in pain or fear but resulting from the feeling of safety and comfort. Anita’s face betrayed her amazement, “Have you always been able to do that?”

Jean-Claude smiled slyly, “My powers are many, ma petite, if you would but loosen my shackles a bit there are many wonders of the vampiric world that I would gladly share with you both.”

Richard’s moaned with ecstasy in response to their combined ministrations, Anita eyes looked lovingly into the dark beauty that was her vampire lover and replied, “Once we fix our little family, remind me about the shackles again.” Both Jean-Claude and Richard gave a short chuckle. Richard could hear them! He could hear them and thought it was amusing!

Anita’s attention returned to her Ulfric, as she lightly smoothed his brow and traced the chiseled features of his face with the pads of her fingertips. Her beautiful Richard, eyes of melting chocolate; she kissed each eyelid brushing them with her lashes before moving on. Skin of tawny gold; her fingertips danced lightly over his broad chest where he wasn’t hurt, tracing along his abdomen, teasing up and down his treasure trail and circling each nipple with a feather light touch followed by her lips and teeth seeking purchase.

The muscles of her core gently massaged his shaft in tune with the strokes of her fingers and lips…Richard began to growl low and deep, so deep it was more a feeling than a sound; he was responding. The healing heat of the munin was peaking and Anita signaled Jean-Claude that she was going to begin.

Starting with the most damaging wound first, Anita’s hands began to sooth the demonic wound at his shoulder…forcing the healing heat into his body through the palms of her hands, Anita could feel the infection slowly abandoning his system. Muscle and sinew intertwined along his shoulder with healing blood and oxygen completing the task. Anita lowered her head and brushed her lips over the silky scar tissue that now covered the wound… her tongue laved along the borders with sensual intent. He smelled like Richard, the horrible stench of death no longer upon him.

His hips began to move against her, and while the feeling was pure ecstasy, Anita used her thighs to hold him in place…he was still too wounded and weak to move at his usual vigorous pace. The wolf in him, wanting to play, whimpered slightly. Anita felt the brush of beast against beast, the golden forms of their wolves rubbing and moving against one another…but this time there was a third presence. The marks were open wide and the sensual presence of Jean-Claude was mingled with their beasts.

A small moan escaped Jean-Claude’s lips and his tongue slipped out to moisten his lower lip in anticipation. He cock grew hard against Richard’s thigh, though he made no move towards his wolf other than to continue to keep his spirit in tact. Richard’s beast sensed the vampire’s arousal but found no threat in it…instead it embraced their shared strength.

The demon mark healed, as Anita continued the internal massage of Richard’s shaft, and she could feel him begin to vibrate slightly from the friction. If he had been moving in and out of her she would have expected his pace to falter as he was approaching orgasm. Anita voice was breathy and heavy with desire as she addressed Jean-Claude and Asher.

“My healing power has peaked and Richard is close to orgasm. When I release the munin we will all climax at once but we cannot lose contact…I’m going to be channeling the power through us all so be prepared.” She stopped for a moment and caught her breath. “Asher you will need to roll his mind again, the minute his beast senses any of Raina he will try to resist.”

Blood oozed into the vampire’s mouth, but he did not pull on the wound. He watched and waited. A slight drag at the strike made Richard writhe, made his hands clutch greedily at the mattress. Anita surrendered to the exquisite pleasure washing over her in waves. She placed her fingers in Richard’s mouth and he lovingly laved them, teasing and pulling with superb skill. “Now!” she hissed. “Now!” And Asher pulled on the wound with his mouth.

Waves of orgasmic bliss sped through all of them; Asher’s bite was but a minor ingredient to the blinding ecstasy they shared. Anita’s sheath milked Richard’s seed from his quivering cock with the expertise of a loving hand. Jean-Claude’s entire body was engulfed in a blue ethereal glow as his manhood shattered in a million pieces and spilled over a warm hand that gently and lovingly stroked the hard muscled silk.

He was about to thank his beautiful Ma Petite for lovingly thinking of his needs, when he realized that the hand that held him was not feminine, nor was it the long and graceful fingers of Asher’s hand. The hand was large, the skin a tawny gold, and the palm calloused from the outdoors but gentle in his touch…the hand of Richard touched him in the most intimate of embraces.

As their bodies collapsed in on one another, their quickened breath beginning to find a sated pace, the vampire wept; blood tears fell on the wolf’s shoulder and instead of pulling away in disgust, Richard opened his eyes and reached his left hand behind him and fisted it into Jean-Claude’s raven locks. His voice was weak but clear, “Don’t cry, please don’t cry…you gave of your body and soul to heal me, you asked no concessions from me and expected nothing in return. You begged my trust and did nothing to betray it or take advantage. You told me once that another man’s touch doesn’t have to be malicious, always sexual, or rape. But if you tell anyone outside of this room…”

“You’ll use my guts for garters?” Jean-Claude quipped innocently

“Not exactly the wording I would choose,” he answered with a soft laugh, “but that’s the general idea. What happens between us is between us, OK?”

“Oui, mon loup, oui.”

Anita lifted her head and looked at her sexy wolf. “I can’t believe I had to have Asher bite you to get a hard on. Do you know what that does to a woman’s ego?”

Without a word in response, Richard lifted his head and captured her lips with his soft mouth, gently nipping her lower lip with his teeth. When his tongue sought entrance into her mouth, she opened it to him. Lost in the sweet sensation, they thoroughly explored each other’s mouth. When they parted, the little boy smile that she had fallen in love with appeared on his face, “Trust me, getting a hard on with you around will never be a problem again.”

Anita blushed and then excused herself to Richard’s master bath and returned with a basin of warm soapy water and several washcloths…, “We need to clean up a bit before we let our witnesses in and take the fourth mark.” Jean-Claude allowed Anita to wash him off quickly, then he and Asher excused themselves to the living room, bringing news of their success to Dr. Lillian and Jason.

While they were out of the room, Anita slowly bathed Richard’s body, taking extra care with his healing skin. His fingers played with the curls of her long hair, his eyes committing her every detail to memory. No words were necessary, their beasts entertwining with one another, their souls at peace. There would be time to talk later, and he didn’t want to ruin the moment by saying something stupid to upset her. He was so tired of upsetting her, of her being angry with him, and he with her.

Preparing for the ceremony, Anita changed into a silky black chemise that Richard kept for her when she spent the night. She helped him into the purple silk shorts that she liked with their handy slits up the sides to his waist. When he walked they left nothing to the imagination. Mmmmmm she was suddenly hungry again.

They quietly changed the sheets on Richard’s bed; Anita was pleasantly surprised when Richard revealed a set of red silk sheets. They were a gift from Jean-Claude after their first time as a threesome, although Richard had sworn that he had thrown them away. “Not a word," Richard playfully warned her. “Anyway, it seemed a shame to throw away something so expensive, and you did like the way I looked naked in them.” He waggled his eyebrows at her.

This was her Richard, this was the man she had fallen in love with. She crossed the room without a thought and wrapped herself in the warmth of his arms…a light kiss on her forehead let her know she was safe…they had weathered this storm. Now navigating their future…well at least they were sharing the same boat.

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