Leo watched the car skid to a stop outside the alley. Watched with a bitter rage and hatred as his oldest enemy exploded out from the door, and raced into the shadows, his red-headed companion at his heels. He spat on the ground, trying to rid himself of the sour taste the sight of the were-wolf had left in his mouth.

"Leah," he spoke softly. A woman was at his side in a moment, her eyes downcast.

"Lord?"

He glanced at her, noticed the cut across her ribs which was only now healing. His mouth twisted, and he looked away, back out the window. "Graymark is here. We need to keep him from his daughter until we can separate her from the warrior."

"Yes, Lord."

Leo looked out across the city. "I will find the children myself. You delay the wolf."

She nodded, and turned to go, but he caught her by the throat, his hand tightening mercilessly, dragging her back until her face was an inch from his. She choked, eyes wide. "Remember," he hissed, his eyes black with hate. "The wolf is mine. Delay him, but don't kill him, or I will destroy you for stealing my vengeance."

He released her, and she collapsed, gasping, to her knees. Her voice was strained as she answered, again, her tone devoid of pain or reproach, only a blind subservient loyalty. "Yes, Lord."

"Can I…" Jace's velvet voice was rough with suppressed desire. "Do you want me to put it in?"

Clary's toes were curled against his legs. She looked down at his face between her thighs, and nodded, as desperate as he was to feel him inside her.

"Yeah," she breathed. "I want you inside of me, Jace."

He pulled himself up until he was level with her. His eyes blazed, and he bent his lips to her neck, then to her lips. She tasted herself on his mouth, but for some reason it only made her want him more. When he didn't do it himself, immediately, she reached down and found his cock in her hands, throbbing desperately, and guided it until the burning hot tip was pressed against the lips of her pussy.

His eyes met hers, and the question passed unspoken between them. She nodded, her hands stroking his back, tracing his spine. He pushed against her, softly. For a moment, the tightness of her pussy held him back, then his cock slipped through the opening, and was inside her.

She gasped at that first, alien sensation of being filled, so completely. His thick, long cock pushed slowly, gently, further into her. He was mindful of how tight she was, and the slight painfulness that accompanied his intrusion.

When she nodded, again, breathlessly, he pushed in further, slowly and steadily, until at last she could feel his hips and balls against her ass, and knew he was entirely within her. When he withdrew, slightly, she moaned, and when he pushed back in, thrusting slowly, she raised her lips to his again hungrily.

It hurt so much less than she had been afraid it would. It felt right, him inside her, once she got over the initial strangeness. Jace's body was pressed tight against hers, her breasts bouncing against his chest as he moved steadily, thrusting against her, in and out.

His smell and warmth surrounded her, and she knew from the look in his eyes as he pushed a little harder, a little faster, testing her limits, that her tight pussy wrapped around his cock felt as incredible for him as it did for her.

She nodded again, urging him on, goading him, and he responded by increasing his pace to a steady thrusting against her. His balls slapped against her ass, his hips ground into hers, and his heart, pressed against her own, beat faster.

She threw her legs around his hips, pulling herself up against him, and pulling him, incredibly, even further inside herself. She moaned at the new pressure, feeling the tension building higher through her whole body.

Jace's cock slid in and out of her, slick with her own wetness, throbbing in time with her own racing heartbeat. Her fingers tangled in his hair, and she pulled herself deeper into his kiss. They rolled together onto their sides, lying facing each other, her hip resting on his thigh as he continued to slide in and out, filling her with himself.

His hands, freed from the task of keeping himself up and above her, moved to her ass, cupping it, spreading it, squeezing. Then the moved to her breasts, cupping them between their bodies. He lowered his face to them, and caught one in his mouth, their bodies moving together as he thrust into her.

She squirmed in his arms as his teeth grazed her nipple, and his pace increased. He was pounding into her with some force now, and she could feel herself reaching the summit of tension inside her, in the taut muscles of her legs and core and back, clenching in preparation of release.

"Jace," she moaned, not quietly, and he rammed into her even harder, pushing himself still deeper into her. The tension was overwhelming, almost painful in its intensity. If it didn't break, Clary thought she might die from the strain.

It did break, though, as his cock rammed into her again, its deepest thrust yet, the thick base of his shaft pressing against her clit from inside, and pushing her, with a strangled gasp, over the edge of her pleasure. She came, arching her back, her teeth bared, clenching around his cock.

His breath came in short gasps now, and as her orgasm receded slowly, Clary called his name with a gasp. "Jace!" She pulled away so his cock slipped out of her, the sudden withdrawal leaving her feeling bereft. She gasped, and he gasped, his cock glistening and throbbing.

"Come here," she breathed, reaching to take his slippery cock in her hands. He moaned as she jacked it furiously, trying to match the pace he had been keeping inside her. On an impulse, she bent her head and took the tip of his cock into her mouth, her tongue teasing it. She tasted herself, even more strongly than before, and then he gave a strangled gasp of his own, and she pulled it out of her mouth, and he came, his cum spraying against her breasts, his cock pulsing in her grip.

For a second, he seemed held aloft by the strength of his release, poised above her as his cock bucked in her hands. Then, he seemed to collapse in, and he fell away from her, to the ground, lying there as his chest heaved, and his heart's racing beat slowed.

Clary, still feeling the last dying ripples of her own orgasm, lay still a moment herself. Then, satisfied from the tips of her toes to the top of her head, she rolled over and laughed, her lips pressed against his sweating shoulder.

A little surprised, Jace laughed too. "Wow," he said breathlessly.

She kissed him. "Wow," she agreed.

He raised himself onto an elbow, and glanced at her. "Sorry about the mess," he said, looking a little abashed. She smiled at him crookedly.

"Oh, don't be." She felt her still-damp underwear by her hand, and used it to wipe his cum from her breasts. She tossed the garment over her shoulder. "Underwear," she said teasingly, "is over-rated." She reached for her pants, and saw from his widening eyes that he understood.

"You… naughty little thing," he breathed, his eyes flashing. He smirked, and she smiled back, and then leaned in and kissed him lightly.

"That," she murmured in his ear, basking in the afterglow, "was amazing."