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Romantic Executions: Continued	By : PrettySin Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 3495 -:- 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.

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Author’s Note: I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to update, but my Richard/Grace muse deserted me half through this chapter and finally came back. Once again, chapters WILL BE SHORTER! It’s harder to write huge chapters on my own, covering this many characters... There are no promises that the characterizations will stay the same, though I’ll do my best. Also, I’d like to know where you want this story to go, or what you think will happen. Thanks, as always, for reading, and I hope that you enjoy. ~Sin

Warning: Darien's underage, but he finally gets the wank he's been wanting. There's also mention of underage Melissa. If it bugs you, please don't read the last section of the chapter.

Chapter Fifty-Eight

Shang-Da watched Jamil covertly as the Lupa served dinner, her red curls having fallen forward in her face while Darien sat there at the table, brooding. The Ulfric and Lupa had taken a very... pensive Melissa home only in the last hour, and it was clear that Darien was worried for his girlfriend.

"Darien, hun, can you get out some milk, please?"

The teen jerked at the sound of his name, nodding at Grace as she sat, hurrying to the fridge. "After dinner, may I call Melissa? I want to make sure she’s alright..."

Richard smiled, nodded. "Of course... but you know she’ll be fine, Darien. Her sister or... Forrest? Wouldn’t let anything happen to her."

Jamil shifted in his seat, glancing over the steak before him. Shang-Da’s eyes were burning into him, and it didn’t help things. Not at all. The Hati wanted things to be covert... yet who was the one staring? He’d managed, at least, to keep his eyes to himself...

Darien nodded at his Ulfric. "I know... It’s just..."

"You’re worried?" Grace and Richard said in unison.

Darien set the milk on the table, sitting himself back down. "Yeah..."

Richard glanced at Grace, then at the younger wolf. "Look... Darien... Grace and I wanted to talk to you..."

Jamil quirked a brow. "Shall we leave?" He nodded at the Hati.

"No need." Grace assured them, then looked back at Darien. "It’s just... we’ve been looking for family of yours... and the truth is... I’d rather you stay here... as would Richard, and we’re sure the rest of the Pack would feel the same."

Darien seemed to freeze, looking quickly between the Lupa and the Ulfric. "You’re serious?" He swallowed, his accent thicker than ever.

Grinning widely, Richard nodded. "Of course- no pressure, but we’d love you to stay. You’re already family being in the Pack... but..."

"But?" Darien bit his lip, looking down.

"I think... I’d like a son." Grace said quietly.

Silence reigned in the kitchen for a moment, before Darien stood. "I think... I’d like that." With a smile larger than any one had seen on Darien’s face since he’d come to the State’s, the teen enveloped the Lupa in a hug.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Grace curled herself in bed around Richard, listening to him breathe. "Rich?"

"Mm, Love?"

She nuzzled the hair from the back of his neck, brushing her lips from the skin there. "Darien... he wants to be ours."

The Ulfric smiled, turning to face her and pinning her gently to the bed. "Isn’t he already?"

She leaned up, nipping at his lower lip. "You know what I mean..."

"Mmm.... Maybe." His hand slid down, cupping her belly and the tiny swell there. Already, her breasts had changed, become firmer... heavier and darker, her nipples burgeoning as her body readied itself for their child. He caught his lip between his teeth, meeting her gaze with hot eyes.

"Richard...?"

"Hm?" How was it possible that she was more sexy than before? Pregnant women were supposed to glow, something Richard hadn’t really thought about before, but he was starting to believe that it was happiness that they glowed with- and something else. Seeing his mate growing heavy with his child... there was no bigger turn on. And it certainly wasn’t just Richard the man thinking that. His beast liked the sight of it as well.

Grace’s skin flushed under the heat of his gaze, and she shifted slightly beneath him. "You don’t need to pin me to feel the baby..."

He grinned wickedly, leaning down and catching her mouth briefly with his. "And if I wanted to pin you? Because I think that you’re sexy spread beneath me?" His long fingered hand slid down from her belly to between her pale thighs, tracing her folds. She was wet, and getting wetter with each stroke of his fingers.

"Rich... please don’t tease me..." Her voice shook, and she pushed closer to his fingers, but he pulled his hand back.

"Why shouldn’t I, Love? You don’t like it? Don’t like the feel of my hands brushing your skin?" Richard ducked his head, laving at her left nipple as he slid his slick fingers up her belly to trace her other breast.

She shivered. "I.... I love it. But... I want you..."

"Ah... I see." He shifted to her other breast, licking the taste of her from the soft skin with a moan. Eager for more of the same taste, he moved in one smooth motion so that his torso was between her legs, his mouth even with her wet core. He glanced up to her face, then ran his tongue in one smooth stroke between her folds.

Grace shook, whimpering as she pushed into him, but he was holding her hips, stopping her as his tongue dipped deep, then slid up over her clitoris. In minutes, he had licked and laved her nearly to completion, reducing her to a begging puddle of need.

Sliding his finger into her wetness, he felt her grip him, then added another as she grew closer and closer to her peak. Settling his mouth on her clitoris, he sucked the nub into his mouth, tracing his tongue around it as his fingers slid in and out of her.

Biting her lower lip to keep from screaming, Grace exploded around his fingers, unable to stop her hips from bucking. She whimpered, gripping the sheets as he slowly pulled back, licking his lips with a smug grin.

"Don’t give me that look..." She managed after a minute or so, her green eyes dark as emeralds.

"Oh? And why shouldn’t I?" He leaned down, brushing his lips over hers.

"Because. It makes me want you." She nipped at his lower lip, sucking it into her mouth and nibbling it gently.

He moaned, laying on his back and tugging her on top of him. "Good."

"Good?" She straddled his thighs, sitting up and running her hands over his chest. Her fingers found his nipples, and she circled them both.

"Gracie..." His hands hooked behind her thighs, pulling her up so that she could ride him, careful not to hurt her.

She smiled brushing her lips over his. "Need something?"

"Ride me, Gracie.." He bit his lower lip, the breath hissing out of him in a low moan as she raised herself over him and eased herself down onto him. Slowly, she began to move in a rhythm that teased them both.

His hands slid to her hips, helping to raise and lower her. "Touch yourself, Gracie. I want you to come with me... I’m close..."

She whimpered, her fingers finding her clitoris, her head falling back in pleasure.

"God, Gracie. That’s it..." His fingers tightened slightly on her hips as she began to ride him a bit harder. She was tight around him. "Please, Gracie. Come for me... you’re close. I can feel it..."

She bit her lower lip, looking at him. Her free hand grabbed his left wrist, her other hand working her clitoris all the more. Seconds later, she was coming, clamping down around him again and again.

Richard groaned her name, unable to stop himself from thrusting into her as he came, spilling himself into her warmth. Damn.

*~*~*~*~*

Darien rolled his eyes as he heard the moans from Richard and Grace’s room. Erg. Ulfric / Lupa sex. Teacher / Librarian sex. Richard / Grace sex. Honestly. A bloody human could have heard that! And he was a were, so he had to suffer through every moan and whimper.

He glared down at the tent rising from his lap. "Obviously you and I have different ideas about what is sexy. That’s just... mleh." He shuddered, then paused. What would Bit sound like, making those noises? Would she scream? Or whimper? Moan low in her throat like she had done when he had kissed her breasts in the field?

He swallowed, biting his lip. He’d taken to sleeping nude, recently. He preferred it, really. And his beast sure as hell liked the feel of the sheets against his skin instead of the clothing. He pushed the sheet aside, gripping his hardness, slowly stroking.

In seconds, he was back in the field, alone with Melissa, her pretty breasts pressing eagerly up into his mouth as he kissed, licked, and suckled at them, making her writhe on the ground in pleasure. Sexy little moans slipped from her parted lips, and he found himself sucking and nibbling at the side of her right breast in and attempt to mark her. Pulling back, he was pleased to see that he had succeeded.

"Bit... Mel..."

"Darien..." She breathed his name. "Touch me... please... make me come... I want to feel your fingers inside of me."

Darien almost came right then as he cupped the secret place between her thighs, feeling the heat and wetness. "Here?"

"God, Darien! Yes!"

He slipped a finger deep, his finger finding her clitoris and he found that he was glad he’d at least looked at some of his dad’s old magazines, because almost instantly, Melissa was riding his hand, her own slipping down to stroke his cock.

Gently, Darien added another finger to her tight wetness, thrusting into her hand as he moaned her name.

"Darien, oh, yes!" Suddenly, she clamped around his fingers, and arched her back-

And Darien spilled himself into his own hand silently, biting back a low moan. Damn. He’d never survive sex with Melissa.
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