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Love's True Path	By : PrettySin Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 3142 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N– I, Sin, wrote chapter Thirty-Five without Alexia’s help, therefore making the chapters on AFF of chapter off from now on from Love’s True Path on Pomme De Sange. Happy Reading!

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Jamil sighed as he felt the little girl playing with his hair. She had deemed his corn rows 'girly' but 'cool', as long as she could play with his hair... and if he put her hair into corn rows. Her short hair was now braided all over... and the Lupa would have to forgive him.

Shang-Da hid his smirk as he looked out the window. He was glad he had short hair.

Rissa hummed as she continued to play with Jamil's hair. She loved playing his hair though she didn't know what his hair had to do with corn.

“Um... Rissa? Are you done yet?" He glared at the Hati, vowing to get even. "You could spike Shang-Da's hair..."

"I like yours though." The little girl told him. "Now sit still.”

Shang-Da managed to turn his laugh into a cough.

Mika stepped into the doorway as she got in from setting up her office. Clapping a hand over her mouth, she struggled not to laugh. "Rissa, honey... why are you putting Jamil's hair into pigtails?"

"Because he said I could." Rissa smiled at her aunt. "But he won't sit still."

"I got tired of playing Barbies..." He grumbled.

Mika shook her head. "You'll learn, Jamil." She looked at her niece. "I bought you some new art things. Crayons and a coloring book..."

"Thank you Aunt Mika!" She ran over to the bags to look through them.

Shang-da ran his eyes over Jamil and shook his head. Kids.

"Your turn next time, Hati." Jamil pointed a finger at the other man.

"Now, now, children... none of that. You'll take turns." Mika teased.

"My hair is too short for pigtails." Shang-da laughed as Rissa ran upstairs to go color.

"But she could still play with it." Mika sighed, rubbing her neck. "Elias still at Jase's with Sara?"

Jamil nodded. "He said he'd be back this evening."

Shang-da nodded. "He seemed glad to get out."

Mika shook her head, then looked at them. "Thank you, for watching Rissa... This entire thing..."

"We understand. It is hard on all of you. The least we can do is help ease some of your stress."

"Mmm. I think Richard's angry with me... and he has a right to be. I should have told him... I was just so relieved though..." Mika shook her head, standing. "I need to make dinner."

Jamil glanced at Shang-Da. They were to stay until Richard returned.

"Would you like some help?" Shang-Da offered.

"No, thank you. You just relax." She offered them a small smile, a bit forced.

Watching the Lupa disappear into the kitchen, Jamil began to tear his hair out of the pigtails.

Shang-da watched Jamil with a smile.

"Don't even laugh at me, Shang-Da. I'll get even." He flung a hair tie at the other wolf.

Shang-da caught it. "I did not laugh."

"Close enough."

He shrugged.

Jamil rolled his eyes, and stretched. Who new five year olds were so active?

Shang-da's gaze darted away from Jamil's body.

"So... care to go for a swim? Mika said we were free to use the pool."

"I do not have clothes to wear."

"She said Richard has a spare pair of trunks you could wear." Jamil stood. "Come on."

Shang-da followed him upstairs where Jamil handed him a pair of trunks. He had to look away when Jamil began to strip.

"Something wrong, Hati?" He quirked a brow.

"Nothing at all Skoll." He turned his back to him and began to change, hoping Jamil couldn't see that he was partly hard.

Slipping on his Speedo, Jamil adjusted himself. The color of the fabric nearly matched his skin, making him look nude.

Shang-da was grateful that Richard was bigger than him. His trunks were baggy and hid his slight arousal.

"Ready yet, Hati? You take more time than a woman..."

"I am ready." He followed him outside to the pool. Did he have to have such a nice ass?"

Grinning at the heat of the sun on his skin, Jamil dove into the pool, keeping the dive shallow before coming to the surface. "You gonna get in?"

Shang-da slid into the water. It wasn't too cold. He'd hoped for cold....really cold."

"Mm..." Jamil stretched again, his muscles flexing. "Great day, huh?"

"Yes. Nice weather." He dove under the water.

What the fuck was up with Shang-Da today? The Hati had been acting weird all afternoon. It just didn't make sense...

Shang-da let the water calm him. It would be easier if he wasn't attracted to the Skoll.

"Hati." Jamil was tired of this... whatever it was. Normally, his friend would at least talk to him, if no one else. Today, it had been one word answers and avoidance.

"Yes, Skoll?" He closed his eyes as he floated.

"What's up with you? Did I do something to piss you off or something?" Jamil moved over to the other man, crossing his arms over his chest.

"No. Why would you think that?" Shit. Shang-da swore in his head. Jamil thought he was mad.

"You're not talking to me. You seem to ignore me unless you have to talk to me."

"I am just not very talkative today is all." He lied.

"It's been a fucking week, Shang-Da." Jamil growled.

"I am fine." Shang-da assured him. "There is nothing wrong."

Throwing his hands in the air, Jamil began swimming laps to blow off steam.

Shang-da felt bad about lying to him but he couldn't tell his best friend he was in love with him.

After about twenty laps, Jamil moved to leave the pool. He'd hid his lust and affection for the damn Hati since they had met. Shang-Da was as straight as they came, and Jamil didn't want to jeopardize what contact he could have with him. If he had to make due with friendship, fine. But it seemed even that was going down the tubes.

Shang-Da watched him swim a bit an idle had caressing himself. He quickly looked away from Jamil. He didn't want to ruin their friendship.

Jamil climbed onto the edge, lifting himself onto the cement surrounding the in ground pool.

His whole body was on fire as he watched the water roll down Jamil's body.

Grabbing a towel, the Skoll wrapped it around his lean hips, swearing.

"Something wrong, Jamil?"

He growled, turning to face Shang-Da. "You tell me. You're the one not talking. Something's wrong, that's damn obvious, but God forbid you fucking say something."

Shang-Da got out of the water, angry. "I told you I don't want to talk about it."

"Then don't ask me if something's wrong, because I don't want to talk about it." He stomped towards the house.

"Jamil!" He called after him. "Shit..."

Ignoring him, Jamil made his way through the kitchen, ignoring Mika's concerned questions. He'd apologize later. Right now, he'd get dressed, and have some intelligent conversation. With a five year old.

Shang-da came in sighing. "Mika, I need some advice."

She quirked a brow. "What is it, Shang-Da?" She was seated at the table, cutting apples for apple pie.

He down sat across from her. "I'm in love with Jamil." He whispered.

She smiled. "That's a good thing, Shang-Da. Not a bad one..."

"He's my best friend. And did I mention that he's straight..."

Mika frowned. "Shang-Da..." Jamil? Straight? The Lupa thought the concept was laughable. The lust she smelled around the two... "Shang-Da, you need to sit down and have a conversation with him."

"I don't want to ruin our friendship. What if he rejects me? Then your Skoll and Hati will be at odds." He sighed and laid his head down on the table.

"Why do you think he'd do that?"

"He doesn't like men."

"Why do you think that?"

"He's always dated women."

"Maybe he couldn't find a man."

Shang-da snorted. "Right."

"Shang-Da... you need to talk to him. That's the only way you're going to work this out. I know, Men don't like to talk, but people feel different things for different reasons and sometimes we have to explain ourselves..." Mika, psychologist, Lupa, and relationship advisor.

Shang-Da looked at her. "You’re sure I won't screw things up, Lupa?"

"You will if you don't talk to him."

He nodded and headed upstairs. He opened Rissa's door. "Come on Jamil. Let's talk."

Jamil looked at Rissa, setting down his crayon. "I'll be right back, Rissa. You can finish my picture if you want."

"Ok." She said cheerfully.

Shang-da led Jamil into the hallway.

"What'd you want?" Jamil met Shang-Da's gaze head on, though his eyes were blank, emotionless.

He took a deep breath and made his confession. "I'm in love with you."

Jamil's mouth actually fell open, and he nearly staggered. "You... what?"

Shang-da looked away quickly. "Yeah. I understand if you don't want to be friends anymore."

Glancing at Rissa's bedroom door to make sure it was closed, Jamil shoved Shang-Da up against the wall, covering the Hati's mouth with his own.

He groaned as the Skoll took command of his mouth. He guessed he was wrong about Jamil. Very wrong. He pulled Jamil closer.

Jamil growled possessively, nipping at Shang-Da's mouth as he kissed him deeply, passionately.

Shang-da was so hard that not even the bagging swimming trunks could hide it now. "Jamil..." He moaned softly.

"Mine..." He kissed down the Hati's throat, and just under his jaw, marking him.

Shang-Da grabbed a handful of his shirt. "I would love to have you claim me, but we are in the Lupa's home."

Pulling back with a sigh, Jamil licked Shang-Da's lips. "Damn you for telling me here..."

"I didn't think you were that interested." He kissed him one last time before they broke apart. "Crap..." He said looking down at his pants.

Jamil smirked, grabbing his hand, then shoving him into the bathroom.

"Jamil." He growled. "What are you doing?"

"What do you think?" Jamil kissed him again, pushing him against the sink.

"Jamil, they will smell it. We can't do anything here. We're supposed to be guarding Mika and Rissa." Shang-da said even as he thrust against Jamil.

"Richard will not be angry... not if I hurry." Jamil kissed Shang-Da's neck. "And I simply plan on using my mouth on you, so relax..."

Relax?! How could he relax when his blood pressure just shot through the roof? "Um...Jamil...Richard has been irritable lately."

"We'll be quick. Very quick." He knelt in front of the Hati, tugging the trunks down. "God, you're perfect..." He licked the head of Shang-Da's cock.

"Shit." Shang-Da bit off. He looked down as Jamil took him into his mouth.

Growling in pleasure, Jamil forced himself to be quiet, sucking and licking Shang-Da. Damn, he tasted like heaven.

He grabbed a handful of his corn rows as Jamil sucked his cock. He so had to made this up to then Skoll later.

Jamil looked up at Shang-Da, fucking the Hati with his mouth.

Shang-Da thrust into his mouth. "God...I'm going to come."

Sucking harder, Jamil pulled back so only the head of Shang-Da's cock was in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.

He arched his back as he came inside of the warmth of Jamil's mouth.

The Skoll swallowed quickly, licking every trace of seed from Shang-Da before standing slowly. “You’re mine, Shang-Da. Mine to love, mine to have. Mine.”

Shang-Da smiled at him. He kissed him slowly, completely. "Always."

Mika giggled slightly as she knocked. "Excuse me, gentlemen?"

"Yes Lupa?" He hit Jamil, giving him the 'I told you look'.

"Dinner's ready, when you are. Richard's not here yet, and Elias is staying with Sara..." Mika just shook her head.

Jamil scowled at him, "We'll be right out."

"And Shang-Da? Jamil? No need to be shy. Rissa knows what gay is. Caleb explained." Mika snickered, heading downstairs.

Shang-Da kissed him one last time before he went to change in Mika and Richard's room.

Mika pulled the apple pie from the oven, setting it on the stove as she got out the ice-cream so that it could soften a bit. "So... Rissa... you played Barbies and played with Jamil's hair?"

Rissa nodded. "Yep. I like having Jamil and Shang-Da around."

"That's good, honey." Mika smiled at Jamil as he came into the kitchen, sitting down.

"Pie smells good."

Shang-Da came down a few minutes later and sat down beside Jamil.

Mika sighed, glancing at the clock, biting her lip. Richard should have been home by now.
Jamil glanced at Shang-Da, unsure of what to say now.

Shang-Da took Jamil's hand in his own as Richard arrived home. He dropped his stuff down as he muttered about damn kids. "Hey Mika. I'm home."

She jumped, clapping a hand to her chest. "Hey. Dinner's ready if you're hungry."

"I'm starving." He sat down at the table. He nodded to his Skoll and Hati noticing that it seemed they had finally gotten together.

Mika moved, setting the pot roast on the table, which she'd had cooking all day in the crock pot, the potatoes and carrots and such around it. "What would you all like to drink?"

Richard rubbed his hand over his face. "I'll take a beer." Shang-Da said he'd take one too.

"Can I have soda, Aunt Mika?" Rissa begged.

Jamil nodded his agreement, and Mika turned to the fridge. "Yes, Rissa, you can, if you brush your teeth right after dinner." She pulled out three beers, poured Rissa a glass of soda and set them on the table. She then filled a tumbler with ice and poured Southern Comfort into it before sitting at the table.

Jamil quirked a brow at the Lupa's choice of drink, but decided not to say anything.

Shang-Da squeezed his hand.

Richard too noted Mika's drink. He would ask her about it later.

"I will." Rissa said and took a drink of her soda.

Mika ate quietly, silently standing to start to do the dishes. "There's pie on the stove, with vanilla ice-cream if you want it."
Taking another bite, Jamil nodded. "Thanks."

Rissa ran upstairs to go color after desert was served. Richard jerked his head, asking Jamil and Shang-Da to head into the next room. He put his arms around Mika. "What's wrong Mika?”

"What do you mean?" She looked up at him.

"You were so quiet at dinner." Richard kissed her neck.

"I've just... had a long day." She bit her lip, looking at the sink.

"Talk to me Mika." He said softly.

"I'm sorry." She swallowed, her eyes bright. "I should have told you..."

"Is that why you are so upset?" He held her close to his body. "It's alright Mika."

"You're angry with me..." Her voice shook.

"I was upset at first, but now I'm just worried."

Mika looked at him, tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry..."

Richard kissed her tears away. "It is ok, love."

"I just... I wanted to get away from it..."

"I understand. We'll catch him and make sure he goes away."

She hugged him, hiding her face in his neck. "I don't want you angry with me... I feel horrible..."

"I'm not angry. I'm worried about you and the kids." He hugged her tightly.

"I hate feeling so helpless..."

Richard took a deep breathe. "I have the pack looking out for this creep."

"Is that safe? He's... Crane's sick. He's not... a were or anything, but... he's not right, Richard." Mika swallowed, wiping her face.

"Does he know that you are a wolf?" He asked.

She considered, then nodded softly.. "He... he followed me to the lupanar once.... with the old pack..."

"We cannot let him live, you know this Mika." Richard didn't know how she would take that.

She met his gaze. "At this point... I'll kill him myself. No one hurts my family."

"Good. I'll tell the pack that he is to be stopped by any means necessary." Richard grabbed the apple pie from behind her. "You didn't have any pie."

She blinked. "Um... I wasn't really hungry...?"

"And if I put some ice cream on it and let you lick it off me," He said, "would you want some then?"

Her lips parted, and she blushed, looking into the other room. "They'll hear you!" She heard the volume on the TV increase.

"I smelled them, they can hear me." Richard kissed her handing her the pie.

She stood on tip toe, whispering in his ear, "I don't want pie... I just want you... and ice-cream..."

"Then get them." He went and sat back down at the table.

She grabbed a bowl, putting a few scoops in, then straddled his lap, setting it on the table.

"Mmm, hey there." He put his hands on her hips.

"Hey." Mika nipped at Richard's lower lip, then kissed him.

"Did you have some place in mind for that ice cream?" He growled.

"Mmmhm..." She rocked against him, undoing his shirt.

Richard let the shirt fall off of his body.

Dipping a finger in the ice-cream, she traced a vanilla path down his neck to his nipple which she followed with her tongue.

He moaned, the cold of the ice cream and the warmth of her mouth clashing.

She flicked his nipple with her tongue, scraping her teeth over it as she began undoing his pants.

Richard swore as he thrust up into her hand.

She looked up at him as she moved to kneel before him, baring his cock. "You know... for some reason... I think it turns you on that they can hear us..." She traced a bit of icecream over his cock, around the tip and down its length before slowly licking it away.

He grinned down at her. "What gives you that idea?" He asked, voice low and full of sex. He watched her as she took him into her mouth.

She loved him with her mouth, pulling back to flick her head over the head of him. "Because... it does me?"

"It's just we're in the kitchen were anyone can catch us."

She took him deep into her mouth, moaning. It was such a naughty thought... and she should be more worried than she was, but she knew that Rissa was upstairs... Elias was not home... and God, he tasted so good... Mika slid a hand up Richard's chest, teasing him.

Richard buried a hand in her hair. Her mouth was driving him insane. The woman knew how to use that mouth of hers to make him feel so wild.

She took him entirely into her mouth, fighting the urge to gag before pulling back, then doing it again, setting up a rhythm to make him come. The taste of him and vanilla ice-cream... it was sin...

He had to remember to breathe as she took him as deep as she could. Her mouth was warm. That mixed with the cold of the ice cream...he was caught between heaven and hell.

Mika looked up at him, her hand caressing his nipple, the other at the base of his cock, holding it for her mouth's attentions.

Richard pulled her up so he could cover her mouth with his own. He started to undo her pants.

She gasped at him, breaking the kiss after a moment. "I wanted-"

"I know, but I want to be buried deep inside of you Mika." He pushed her pants off of her hips.

"I... alright..." She helped him get her pants out of the way.

Richard ran a finger over her lace panties before he rubbed her through them.

She shivered, moaning his name. "I... what're you doing?"

"Making you moan." He said, smiling.

"Why?" Her voice shook as she watched his hand on her body.

"Because I love the sound." Richard pushed her back onto the kitchen table.

She bit her lip, reaching for him to pull him down to her.

He ducked out or her reach as bent his head down in between her legs. He licked her clit through the underwear.

"Richard!" She cried out his name, barely remembering to keep her voice down so Rissa wouldn't come to investigate.

"Yes?" Richard laughed softly as he removed her underwear. He rolled his tongue over her.

"Oh God..." She slid a hand into his hair, gripping it.

He rolled his eyes up to watch her face as he slid a finger inside of her warmth.

She whimpered, pressing up into his mouth. She couldn't hold still as his mouth worked her body. "Please... Richard..."

Richard licked her one last time before he moved up her body to kiss her. He gripped her hip as he slid inside of her.

Mika wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deep as their mouths mated.

He thrust into her. God, he was defiling the kitchen table, but he didn't give a flying fuck at that particular moment.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, and she pulled back from the kiss to whisper, "Harder... please..."

Richard obliged and began to pound into her even harder.

She began to tighten around him, growing closer to her peak, crying out.

He kissed her as his body exploded and he came buried deep inside of her.

Mika shattered around him, kissing him frantically as she tried not to scream.

Richard pulled back panting. "God, we're cruel..."

She shook as she lay there, stars flashing before her eyes. "I... huh?"

"We defiled the kitchen table, Mika." He laughed.

She sat up slowly, swallowing. "More like consecrated it..." She stood, beginning to pull on her clothes.

Richard kissed her one last time before he buttoned his pants and grabbed his shirt. Consecrated indeed.
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