Valerica makes it back, Lydia get's the surprise of a lifetime (only implied) and Farkas makes up with Des.

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Chapter 14

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The bandits of Northwatch Keep had been doing business with Valerica and Serana since the demise of Harkkon. Mostly selling their blood for money - blood Valerica converted into specialized potions for vampires - but sometimes the bandits had other wares that suited the needs of the now small coven. The old vampire had been lucky the band hadn't been wiped out or moved on when she arrived, and now she had one of them in a tow, gawking as he was being guided through the ancient, huge castle.

It took longer than Valerica would have liked to get to and fro the mainland and she was afraid that it would be too late to save her daughter once she finally got back. Instead she felt relief spread through her system as she and her guest came up on the room she had left her daughter in.

"Looks like we won't be needing your special services after all…" Valerica smirked at a gasp emanating from behind the door.

"We'll just do the usual procedure. Follow me." She continued and motioned for the curious bandit with eyes the size of dinner plates to follow.

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The pain was giving away to a most peculiar feeling and Farkas couldn't stop from squirming. He thought he had gone mad and felt absolutely ridiculous. He tried to think of boring things and even things he hated, like frostback spiders, but nothing seemed to ease the feelings raging through him. The pain was almost fully gone in a matter of moments and he wondered if it was because Des had eased off or if it was due to the rising, inappropriate need he couldn't fight off.

Despite his best effort, a muffled moan escaped his lips and he wanted nothing more than to pin Des under him, claiming her once more as his own. Not even his wolf was fighting anymore. On the contrary. It was as anxious for release as he was and to his surprise it seemed to have accepted the fact that their mate was now something different. The whole situation was absurd.

"Farkas…?" it was little more than a whisper and Des' voice was still gravely and hoarse but never the less it sent shivers down Farkas' spine. Focusing was hard and became even harder when the elf started nipping the sensitive skin of his neck, up towards his ear. But even in his hazy state he noticed that Des' skin had regained some color. The blackened veins was retreating and her eyes wore a more vibrant color yellow.

He couldn't find his voice enough to answer the elf but he hoped his uncivilized grunt would suffice. His head started spinning as he got lost in the way she was kissing nips along his jaw and he wished for nothing more than for the elf to connect her lips to his. To give him what he instinctively knew he probably shouldn't want right now.

"I missed you…" Des' whispered as she nipped his ear and she was sounding more like herself again. Farkas shuddered at the simple but honest confession and couldn't help himself as he hugged the elf closer with a groan. His entire body was begging for attension and his trousers was becoming more than a little restrictive. He felt Des' trail kisses along his jaw again and threw his sanity to the winds as he turned to take what he desperately wanted. What his entire being was screaming it needed.

The second his lips connected to the elf's it felt like the world suddenly erupted into a blaze of light and heat. Everything else was instantly forgotten and even if he did have enough consciousness left to recognize the taste of blood, he didn't care. He couldn't care even if he had wanted to, the need raging around his body was too great.

The elf squirmed in his arms, responding almost desperately to his kiss and his blood ran even hotter when she sighed at his touch as he let his hands caress their way around her back. One hand coming to rest in the white dreaded hair of the elf's neck and the other one finding purchase on her well-shaped behind. Des' moaned heartily into the kiss, curling her arms around his neck and nestling her hands into his black unkempt hair to pull him closer.

Farkas was aware of the fact that the elf was pulling on him, guiding them somewhere but it wasn't until they toppled into a bed that his brain really caught up with the implications.

He noticed his armor was gone, leaving him bare from the waist up and he groaned at the feel of those tiny but deceptively strong hands wandering his chest down to his stomach. A disgruntled whine escaped his throat at the loss of the elf's warming lips against his own but his brain was soon occupied with the sensation of those same lips kissing their way down his abs. A harsh nip to the side of his hipbone had him audibly hiss and squirm but even though he recognized the scent of blood he still didn't care. She could take as much blood as she wanted just as long as she didn't stop touching him.

Des' was kissing up the inside of Farkas' thigh when he felt her nip harshly again, he hissed in response while shuddering in response to the elf's almost purring moan. When she moved on he felt his breath lodge itself in his throat as her lips closed around his straining length. His mind scrambled to process all the different thoughts and sensations running rampant through his brain and body but the moment he felt himself sink into the warmth of his love's mouth, his brain once again shut down.

There was nothing but her. Her warming touch exploring his body, her foreign smell invading his senses and her now again familiar voice egging him on with those exquisite sounds of passion.

All too soon the elf abandoned his length and Farkas whined a groan in frustration as she slowly kissed her way up along his stomach again. He wanted her in every way possible and his patience was wearing more than a little thin.

With a growl he yanked Des' up to claim her lips again, one hand finding her petite mound with an already hard nipple and he relished in the moans erupting from the elf when he rolled that hard nub between his fingers. He let his hand trail further until he reached that soft patch of curls between her toned, slim thighs and he felt the tiny elf gasp as he trailed her folds. He swallowed her sounds of passion as he sunk two digits inside the hot core. Egging her on by curling his fingers as he worked them in and out simultaneously as he let his thumb ghost that electrifying spot at the apex of those perfect thighs.

Their kisses grew harsh, sporadic and wild while their breathing became erratic. Des' was grinding down on his fingers and the friction it caused to Farkas already painfully aroused sex had his head spinning. He needed her and from the sounds of it, she needed him as much.

There was no question needing answering and no hesitation from either as he slid his fingers out of the elf to instead line himself up to her heated core. She slid down his shaft with ease and gasped as he met her with a careful thrust. His hands found purchase on her lean hips and he felt more than watched as she ground up and down his length. He couldn't keep from thrusting and everytime they connected they both cried out in their building passion.

The pace grew urgent and chaotic as they both progressed towards their peaks but Farkas wasn't satisfied. He longed for those now again blushed copper-colored lips and the feel of her tiny body pressed against him. Wrenching himself upright he wrapped his arms around the small frame of the elf and claimed her lips in a bruising kiss that stole what little breath they had left.

He helped Des continue the pace, lifting and supporting her while thrusting as best he could in a sitting position. The elf let her hands trail every patch of skin she could reach and Farkas reciprocated by abandoning her lips in favor for her nipples. The feel of her lovers touch. Of him buried inside her, filling her to the brim and then some, had the fire in her veins burn with another fierce need. It was overshadowing the thirst, pooling in the pit of her stomach and making her whimper for more.

Those strong, warm arms holding her kept her grounded, secure, as she was slung over the edge of her high with a breathless cry and Farkas followed soon after. His muscles coiling as he stuttered her name, burying himself in her still constricting core and letting go. He relished in the way she chanted his name in breathy whispers, clinging to him as if her life depended upon it and together they slowly came down from their high.

Farkas didn't let her go even for a second, afraid she might disappear or recoil from him. He held her as tightly as he dared, strew kisses over her neck, up to her chin and then claimed her lips. The kiss was long, slow and sweet as he poured everything he felt into it while praying that she forgive him for his foolish behavior.

"I'm sorry…" Des mumbled into the kiss. Her voice was tiny, broken and pleading and it made Farkas heart clench as he held the elf even tighter. Even now she thought she was the one to blame. Loyal to a fault…

"Don't apologize when I'm the idiot…" he answered in a strained voice, hoarse from emotions.

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This is thought to be the last chapter. I hope you enjoyed this story because I had very fun typing it up. Lots of love to all my followers!

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