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Ben awoke to soft lips kissing their way down his chest, and he opened his eyes, growling.

Katie smiled and moved lower, licking him. "Um...good you're awake," she whispered and kissed the tip of his now turgid cock.

"So it would seem," he rasped groggily, narrowing his eyes at her. "Why aren't you in your box?"

She pouted. "You didn't tell me to leave last night, lover. I thought I would surprise you," she said as she licked a slow line up his shaft. "You like when I use my mouth on you, so I am."

"So you are, pet." He smirked down at her, all traces of sleep fading fast. He stroked over her soft hair. Kate was a perky little blonde thing, but she would need to learn her place soon. Human pets often did. The only thing Ben hated more than pawing was being woken up. It was his own fault for not putting her back in her box, which was more of a small room, when he'd finished playing with her the night before. It wasn't a mistake he'd make again or one that he'd readily admit to making. She'd have to be punished for this, a task that, with her hot mouth working him so sweetly, he was more than ready to take on.

She smiled again and slipped down his shaft completely then came back up slowly, sucking sweetly but firmly on him. She pulled off his cock with a pop and licked her lips. "Does this please you, my darling?"

"Less talking, more sucking," he growled, pushing her mouth back down his turgid cock.

She set to work, moaning and humming as she palmed his sac. She was enjoying herself, luxuriating in the feel of him in her mouth.

"This is about me, not you," he instructed, pinching her nose with one hand. The other drove her head further down his shaft. "I told you there were rules," he drawled lazily. He pumped himself deep into the back of her throat, enjoying the suction every airless gasp for breath that she made. "Countless ones. You dare wake me then make it up to me by giving lazy head?" He shook his head, disgusted, ripping her off him and pushing her further back on the bed. "On your knees."

She shivered and nodded, doing as he asked, and licked her lips. On all fours, she knew better then to make him give her more direction. She lowered her shoulders to the bed and put her ass higher in the air and let her legs part ever so slightly. Her pussy glistened with her ever-growing juices, waiting for him.

"I don't make you stay here, you know," he told her, moving up behind her and stroking over her soft fleshy ass. "You can leave any time you want." He waited to hear her response. "I...I don't want to. I need you..." she moaned and wiggled her rump at his attentions. "You...you're everything."

"Of course, I am, but there are rules to follow if you want to stay with me. I've already explained them to you, and I hate repeating myself." He knew she wouldn't leave, she couldn't, and they never did. One taste of him, and women couldn't refuse him, some trick of genetics nobody quite understood.

His mother had been a Strigo, a royal, time demon. Ben had inherited all her time abilities. As for his father, well, that was another story. Since his mother had abandoned him on the court steps, no one was really sure what he was. Neither mother nor father was around to answer any questions that he might have had, and Ben did have them, a lot of them. "Forgive me. I'm sorry, my darling. Please...please, don't send me away. I will fade without you."

"I'm not going to do that just yet," he warned, not dismissing the idea right away. New pets were always a chore. "But you'll have to prove to me that you want to be in my bed, pet. Tell me, what do you think would be a fitting punishment?"

"Anything you wish to bestow on me, my darling. Anything," she panted and shuddered. "Only, don't turn me away."

"I'm not your darling, I'm your Master, and I want you to come up with a fitting punishment, or I'll leave you on your own for two weeks to think one up."

She whimpered and shook her head. "Please..." She frowned. "Deny me release? Or the use of those stunning tricks you pull with me," she offered and bit her bottom lip, looking over her shoulder at him with pain-filled eyes.

"Very well," he nodded, pleased with her answer. "Don't you dare come, or I promise you, you'll be out." He moved up behind her, slapping her ass hard and leaving a red imprint.

She gasped and nodded, closing her eyes, but before she did, he spied a small look of relief in them. "Anything, Master. I shall endeavour to obey you in all things. Your pleasure is my own."

"A much better attitude." He smiled proudly, stepping up behind her. "Now, be a good girl, and don't disappoint me." He took his cock, guiding it into her slick heat.

She shivered as she always did as he entered her and gasped as he reached the hilt of his body and hers. She moved slowly, knowing how he liked to play, rolling her hips to give him room to manoeuvre.

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Harlequin Donahue's desk was strewn with textbooks, legal pads and highlighters, and he sneered at it. His father, Boris Donahue, clan leader of the Rummer Satyr house, barked into the phone as he kept it away from his ear. He might be a Satyr, but his hearing was as precious to him as any normal person.

"Harlequin, you will be at the Olanis gathering early. The Grecian contingent is coming three days before and you must be present, no exceptions."

He winced at the mention of his full name, rolled his eyes and sighed. While it wasn't a problem for him to meet his future female, he did have other responsibilities he had to tend to. As a Rummer prince, he was charged with becoming a leading force in the scientific community, as all the rest of the clan elders before him. His area of expertise was physics, and while still young compared to most getting their doctorate, Harley was driven by the need to be the best and most powerful Satyr of the Rummer clan. That meant taking over the scientific department of Rummer International, his clan's defence and aerospace firm, something he was more than prepared to do. Granted he got his degree. The fact that the Olanis celebrations were less than two weeks away and his finals were this week, the stress was unbelievable. Throw on top of that, meeting his intended, and he was stressed, pent up and pissed off. Who had time to fuck when they were trying to create the perfect future?

"Father, there isn't a shot in hell of me not making the celebrations, let alone getting there late. But I do have a few things I need to close out before I get there, and I do have finals."

"You're a Satyr!" his father bellowed. "Do what you do best, fuck the grades outta them and get your ass there."

"Would that it were possible, but even I have standards, and I'm not getting bound to any one of those buzzards, not to mention two of my professors are guys." At his words Karina, his flavour of the year, sauntered in nude and came to kneel at his feet, smiling up at him.

She was beautiful, and very comely, but she wasn't special enough to truly be a Satyr prince's property. Lower Satyr maybe. Sure, she was tall with russet coloured hair, big hazel eyes, a perfect body and breasts, a mouth and lips made for sucking cock, not a mark on her latte coloured skin and a mind to rival half of the world's Nobel Prize winners, but she wasn't Beloved material for a prince such as he. No, Harley, like those before him, would have a Beloved, and wouldn't settle for less than royalty. Which was probably why he agreed to the match with Arabella.

There was a possibility that he would bring Karina with him to the gathering, and pass her off to the congregation the first night of the celebrations. She would enjoy it, she was fully integrated as a pet, and he had cultivated her over the year just as an experiment. It wasn't that he needed to, but the fact that he could was his driving force.

It wouldn't be the first time a prince brought a living present for someone to master. He petted her hair and nodded, needing the distraction, and she quickly opened his pants and set to work sucking sweetly on his cock. She was good, and this was the limit on what he was allowing himself. He had no time to engage in his normal menu of carnal desires, so this would have to do. It was a damn good thing she sucked cock like a pro. He sighed and affected his bored expression, careful not to give her any form of praise, and turned his attention back to his father, who was still raving about his prior commitments.

"Harlequin, I don't care what you have to do, get your ass to New York in five days' time!"

"Can do, Father. Where are we meeting?"

His father sighed. "Olanis this year is not at Belvedere Castle. After the summit and the issues that came up once Esben and Minerva left, Milton decided we would use Site B, so you will escort the contingent to New Paltz, New York, to Mohonk Mountain House. Arturo and his people will be meeting you at the Waldorf Astoria on Saturday afternoon, and you will be gracious and accommodating. Everything has been set up by way of transportation, just get them from the city to the hotel upstate so you can claim your place."

Harley was rather aware of the bullshit that had transpired months before during the convergence summit with Esben and his Beloved, Minerva. He had heard Esben rail and complain about his now father-in-law's arrogance for quite a while.

Milton was a jerk, and Esben had been plotting against the old codger ever since he and Minerva had left the summit early. Esben really hated Milton, mostly for his assumptions and arrogance, which was amusing considering Esben's own monster ego. No doubt word had gotten out to the European Satyrs, and they smelled dissention within the American clans, especially with the Olanis celebrations pushed to the spring months, and Harley knew his father did not want the alliance he and Arturo had been cultivating for the better part of twenty-five years compromised by Milton's nefarious plans.

"Understood. Now if you don't mind, I have something here that requires my attention."

"Better be someone and not something, Harlequin," Boris growled with frustration. He always thought Harley spent more time between the pages of a book than between the legs of a willing woman.

His father hung up, and Harley closed his eyes enjoying the soft suction from his pet servicing him. Yes, he thought. Her talents shouldn't go to waste. She will have to come with me. This was going to be tight. If he timed it just right, he would be able to finish his last exam and get him and Karina on the family jet before Friday. He was going to make it by the skin of his teeth, but nothing worth it was easy.

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The crowd outside the club wrapped around the block, past the Chinese take-out place Reece had parked his bike in front of. With all the scantily dressed women waiting to get into Dry Ice, he figured he'd have his pick at a playmate for the evening.

The way Reece Evans thought, if there were this many hotties still standing outside, they must have an overabundance in the club. That was all right with him. He bypassed them all, making his way to the front gate quickly. Greeting the door guy, he slipped him a fifty and went inside, bee-lining to the bar. The women around were sexy, slowly getting drunk and dancing, some simply checking him out. He knew he was attractive-”most of his kind was. They'd never know what he was, never know he was a predator just below the surface, and that was fine with him. The Archon would indeed be pissed if he had some admirers that knew of his heritage.

It wasn't like he was looking for a mate or Mrs. Right. Reece was looking for Mrs. Right Now, and damn if he wasn't on the prowl for her tonight.

So many to choose from, he thought as he scanned the room, opening his senses to find exactly what he looked for. He got so many feelings, so many confirmations of what he wasn't looking for, it was slightly discouraging. The crowd was thick with demons, some fey, which were fun if you found the right one, a wolf or two, which was odd as the town was indeed snake and cat territory, and an elemental or two. No cats tonight? Pity. That kitty the other night did indeed have claws. I should give her a call.

His scans stopped dead when he felt another snake in the club. Reece knew he was the only one of the upstate nest to frequent the club. As of right now, he was the only unmated male at the nest aside from Andy, but Andy Derelle was too 'upscale country club' to be slumming with him in a normal club. He relaxed a bit and thought. Rogue? Since it's not one of ours, it's gotta be rogue.

The last invited snake to the upstate nest was Chrissy, who was mated to Remy and expecting, despite Reece's best attempt at getting her attention. He'd gotten a broken nose for his trouble and a seething hatred from her, which wasn't anything new. Reece liked a certain kinda woman, and it was apparent Chrissy Stanford wasn't the kind who liked him back.

He homed in on the snake. She was a small brunette dressed in leathers with a riding jacket stretched over her ample breasts, barely covering them. The zipper of the jacket was pulled up halfway, her cleavage creating a delightful feast for his eyes. He grabbed his beer and smiled, walking over to where the pretty pixie stood by the wall, her big brown eyes rimmed in kohl, her lips a sweet berry colour. His cock throbbed as he looked at her, licking his lips. His thoughts went from flirting to fucking, especially as he watched her purse her pouty lips.

He ended up next to her, put his arm up on the wall and smirked. "So should I buy you a drink? Or just take you in the back?"

She turned and looked up at him. Annoyance flickered briefly over her face. "Drink?" She looked him up and down, taking all of him in. Her eyes flashed with heat. "Well, I suppose my beer is running on empty."

He grinned at her and passed her the beer he'd picked up on the way. "What do you know, same brand and everything? It's fate, little one. So," he said as he got closer to her and breathed in. "What's your name?" She smelled richly of leather and faintly of gardenia, like the breeze that filtered through the windows at the compound in summer.

She took the beer and wrapped her lips around the top, sucking gently as she tipped it.

"Carmen, just Carmen. Don't ever shorten it. It doesn't work." She took another swig of beer. "And don't call me little..." She trailed off, distracted by something in the crowd. Turning her back on him, she started walking into the wall of people.

Little chit has some spice, doesn't she? He followed after her, enjoying the way her ass moved in the tight leather pants. She was very sexy, but as a snake, it was her nature. Snake women could do things with their bodies, their tongues...

Reece groaned at the thought of what that pretty mouth would look like at the base of his cock, his length shoved down her throat, and he wanted nothing but. The trick was to get her to agree.

They had made it to the centre of the crowd, where the dance floor had less people, when he caught up to her. Grabbing her by the hips, he grinned, and ground his hard cock into her leather-clad ass. "Now, Carmen," he hissed in her ear. "I did buy you that beer, Pet. Don't I at least get a dance out of you?"

She leaned back into him, smiling lightly. "I suppose you did. Plus I just missed my ride." She rubbed almost painfully against him before turning and raking herself along his body. "I'm just gonna have to find a new one, aren't I?"

"I can give you a ride, love, though I would prefer it if I rode you." His mouth went to her ear and nibbled. "So what's a snake without a nest doing in town? I would have known if you were invited." His whisper held venom then he chuckled. "Bad form to come where you're not invited, but your secret's safe with me."

She smiled, "I'm sure we can arrange some sort of ride exchange. I'm very...flexible in that department," she answered, avoiding his question. Her little hands slipped all over his body in time to the music.