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Chapter 11
"She's out of control!" shouted Devlin to his wife, Ami. She sighed and examined her newly painted nails, murmuring when it was appropriate.
"She's only…twenty-two or so Devlin, she isn't old enough to know complete right from wrong. I mean, you're what three thousand? And you didn't have the common sense to stay away from Rae and I hm? What would've happened if you had listened to Sorcha darling?" she asked getting up and resting her hands on his broad chest. His arms wrapped around her reflexively, and protectively. He sighed, and stared out over his kingdom.
"This is different, she's our daughter Ami."
"Yes, exactly the point," Ami said looking up at her beloved, "she's your daughter Devlin…"
Devlin ignored this, even though it was true. "Max!" he called. His son appeared in the doorway looking annoyed.
"Yes father?" he said as politely as he could manage.
"Find your sister."
Max smiled cruelly. Ami sighed and turned away from her husband in despair, she wanted her daughter to be happy not to be trapped.
Heather sat up to stretch her arms over her head, and then leaned back against the headboard of the bed she was in. She blinked, this wasn't her bed. She looked down at the silk covers then saw Savitar lying next to her; she stifled a scream with her hand.
Quickly Heather pulled up the covers, but her clothes were still on. She sighed in relief and laid back down staring at the ceiling. They had just fallen asleep together, nothing more.
Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment before a big arm was draped over her and pulled her against a hard muscled body. She smelled in the sweet sent of Savitar and sighed. He chuckled in her ear, "Good morning."
"Did I wake you?"
"Somewhat…" he said holding her closer. She felt his 'morning wood' invading her personal area only separated by their pajama pants. Dirty thoughts started to run through her mind but she'd barely gone farther than kissing a boy before let alone what she was imagining. Savitar laughed, "Interesting thoughts cupcake," she cooed nuzzling the back of her neck with his nose. She blushed crimson.
"You can read my thoughts?"
"When they're out in the open like that. Mostly you keep them well guarded." He murmured kissing the back of her neck.
"Alright enough, enough, I want breakfast. Breakfast for the human." She said trying to roll out of bed but Savitar held her tighter.
"Hungry are you?" he asked turning her around in his arms. Heather nodded – "Well here," he said placing his lips on hers and letting emotions poor over her like she was taking a shower for the first time in weeks. She groaned happily drinking in his touch, she hitched a leg over his side pulling him closer because her hands were stuck between them. Their bodies seemed to mesh together as they kissed like that letting emotions flow back and forth between them. Finally Savitar broke the kiss and moved down her neck to her collar bone.
Heather began to feel slightly nervous until Savitar rolled over on top of her, then she was terrified of where this was going. It all was so thirst-quenching but it scared her to death that Savitar wanted to go this far. His lips ran over her open chest and down to the hem of her shirt.
Their fingers were intertwined and laid on the pillow above her head so she could not move and he had her straddled in a way that seemed to say 'try-and-move-I-dare-you'.
He kissed the hollow of her neck and then her lips again, and she closed her eyes delighted with his playfulness. Then back down he went, to her neck, her collarbone, the hem of her shirt. He tugged at the hem with his teeth looking up to her pleading with his eyes.
She opened her eyes and met his and he seemed to take this as a green light, he let go of her hands and lifted her shirt up to over her orange bra. From there he began to kiss from her bellybutton up to the bottom of her bra. He licked the fabric of the bra, to her skin, back up to her neck. Heather shivered in pleasure, but Savitar's weight was off of her.
She looked up confused, Ash was standing at the door smirking, "Savitar she's still a kid."
"Shut up." Heather hissed and pulled the covers up to her neck protectively. Savitar lay next to her glaring at Acheron, equally as pissed as Heather was that he interrupted.
"What is it Ash?" Heather asked now, semi-happy that he did interrupt.
"Someone is here to see you, I suggest you throw on some articles of clothing before you answer the door – though he might not mind you going like that." Ash added with a sneer.
Heather pulled her tank-top down and scooted out of bed with an apologetic look toward Savitar. Then she walked to the door but when she tried to touch the handle she was transported to the front door grabbing its handle and yanking the heavy thing open dreadfully slow. "Oof…" she groaned.
"Shit," the boy said looking down at her, sounding disappointed.
It took Heather a moment to recognize her brother before she screamed and retreated backwards. "Max! You're here! Why! I thought, I mean to say, I uh, w-where's daddy?" she choked out.
Heather felt a hand on her shoulder, but unfamiliar hands, she looked up to see Acheron looming over her, she smirked at Max.
"Father sent me to get you, he's keeping a close eye on me so don't fight me on this Heather, let's just go okay?" Max said holding out his hand. "I brought you something," he added turning his body sideways to reveal Xavier purring on the curb.
"Why would you bring Xavier here? Are you insane! Get out! Just leave! I'm happy here, and I'm staying! Bring the whole family I don't care! I am staying here with Acheron, Savitar and Simi. Do you hear me Maxwell? Staying." Heather said decidedly crossing her arms over her chest and planting her feet. Max stood smiling the whole time, then he nodded. Max simply snapped his fingers and Simi sit at his feet wrapped in the Dark Court's shadow, looking frightened and surprised.
Ash's grip suddenly tensed, "You mean her? You're staying with her?" Max asked. He grabbed Simi's jaw with his right hand and made her look at him, there was a vine-looking shadow wrapped around her head inside of her mouth preventing her to scream. He made a sympathetic sound, "Pretty little thing aren't you, how old…seventeen?" Simi didn't move, "Eighteen? Perfect, we'll have some fun then won't we?" Max said suggestively giving Acheron and Heather playful smiles in turn. Then he was on his bike and gone, Acheron fell to his knees.
"Simi…" he whispered. "Savitar! Savitar get in this room before I am able to think of the number one!"
Savitar stood at Ash's side, "What's wrong, who was it?" Savitar asked still without a shirt on.
"My brother," Heather said, "and he's taken Simi." She grabbed her purse that was on the hook from her last stay and she ran out to the curb where Xavier lay in wait. He roared under her, this sent a chill up her spine. Ready? He asked, she nodded and he lurched forward.
Heather threw her head back letting Xavier drive and loving the wind on her flushed face. "Xavier can you pick up Max's sent?"
Of course I can silly girl, what kind of steed do you think I am? Max hm? Also, miss, he has a lady with him. Is this a lady he is courting?
"It's my friend she's been kidnapped! Max stole her from the house I was staying at and we have to go get her before it's much too late! Xavier please I need to go faster! We need to reach Max soon!"
Yes ma'am. Whispered the steed before Heather was again lurched forward and zig-zagging in and out of traffic. She was weaving through cars as if she did it professionally. Finally she saw Max's bike and squealed with glee, "Oh Xavier you're a wonderful steed! I shall have you cleaned and waved as soon as I am home again! Oh you wonderful boy! Good boy!"
Many thanks miss, I do appreciate the politeness of your speech with me.
"Oh, hush. You make me think we're from…England. Now go! Max is pulling into that bar."
Xavier flew forward and parked next to Max's bike, Simi wasn't on the back seat which means he took her inside with him. Heather hopped off of Xavier and rushed inside the bar as fast as her legs would carry her, but once inside she was taken off guard.
To a normal pair of eyes it would appear that Simi was kissing Max, but with Heather's enhanced vision she saw he had her pinned to a wall and was– drunkenly– kissing her friend sloppily. Heather sighed and went to retrieve her brother so she could kick him around a back alley before sending him home.
Since it took me so long to update last time I thought I'd write this as quickly as I could. It took me all afternoon but here you go! Two chapters in one day! I hope you enjoy. This one is kind of pointless to the story line, but I felt you needed something worth reading for the days I have been missing. Now I'm off to study for one more final!