PRYA KAYLERA LAKEFOLKHalf way down he saw the shadow leaping at him but being in freefall there was nothing he could do. The collision was powerful, catching him midsection and knocking the wind out of him. The attacker hit him with enough power and momentum behind him to reverse Max’s course. At first he was certain they would both fall all the way to the ground which, considering how high he had ascended the Downhills rooftops already, it would be quite a ways down. His body writhed and twisted as his instincts tried to get him turned around and into some kind of landing posture. That was proving to be extremely difficult. Mostly because of the strong arms wrapped tightly about his waist. Max grabbed onto the surprisingly narrow wrists and tried to pry them free so that he could get himself turned around before…“HUMPH!” The snow covered rooftop of a smaller building he had not been able to see when he first jumped slammed into them. It would have been a worse landing had they not been falling at an angle.They rolled in the snow both trying to end up as the one on top. Too beaten, too run out, and too surprised by the sudden attack, Max ultimately lost and found himself pinned. One hand was grasping his attacker’s bare shoulder, his claws strained against the inside of his leather gloves, the other was being held tight by a hand with claws of it’s own, over his own head. Strong muscled thighs straddled him and stole the leverage from his legs.“GRRRR!” was all he could manage but the growl froze in his throat when he saw beautiful lupine auburn eyes staring wickedly into his. A pearly white fanged grin sat in between fire red lips, split down the middle by a lone finger that was shushing him. An explosion of garnet colored hair fell down around her face which was so close to his now that it tickled his cheeks. The scent that he had searched for, that she had hidden before somehow, now flowed through his nose and pooled right behind his eyes. It was heady, warm, and his eyelids almost immediately drew half closed from it. His hand relaxed on her soft shoulder but he did not pull it away.“…Max….” she said in a low whisper, drawing his name out long and slow, like she was trying it out, seeing what the very sound of it told her about him. That shushing finger slid down to her bottom lip as she said his name, her nail, or claw just as flame red.Her other hand slowly eased its grip on Max’s wrist and then slid down his arm to his chest. She held it there for a moment, letting it rise and fall with his breathing.“…Maxxxxxx…” she breathed again and leaned into him, arching her back. Sweet breath brushed his lips, she was so close. Then she took the finger from her lip and placed it on his.Soft, warm.Her thighs slid up through the snow on either side of him and gripped him tightly. They were bare. She was wearing some kind of thick leather fur lined skirt that was slit up on both sides so her legs slipped out easily enough.How could she stand this cold?On her feet were calf high fur boots, bound by thin leather straps. They looked warm enough, but with only the skirt…The top she wore was more sports bra than shirt, it was so tight. She was bare from the shoulders. But she was so warm!Through his own coat, and two shirts Max could feel her heat. He was laying in a good six inches of rooftop snow but she was so hot on top of him. Or was it him? She was so close, those lips, eyes, her husky, warm whisper…“…shall I keep you this time?” She pressed into him, and he could feel her full chest slide over his. Her face came even closer.“Wha…?”“…shhhhh…” she quieted him and Max knew why. From far above there came a series of shouts and howls. Their voices rose as they drew near and then Max and the girl watched as the Downhills gang leapt off of the rooftop a few floors above them and landed onto the steeple rooftop of the church. Some fell but most made it to the very next landing which Max had planned to use himself. Snow flew and the howls continued but none of them looked back. If they had then they would have easily seen the two of them hiding almost in plain site.“You planned this. You led me this way.” She only smiled back at him her own eyes becoming half closed as she inhaled his scent.“Why did you help me?” he asked but she just lowered her head, blinding him with her blood red colored hair. A cool breath touched his throat and Max knew she was taking in his scent even deeper. His blood pumped hot behind his ears.“…again…” she answered and brought her head back up and met his eyes.“Again?”Her smile parted her lips and Max saw the canines gleam. A very red tongue flicked out and slid along the sharp point. She pressed even closer and despite his own layers of clothes he could have sworn he felt her nipples pushing into him.“When I was here before?” The night of the second break in. He been thrown into the river, came ashore near the Downhills, but… he could never remember how he had gotten home.“I was…” he had been near to death that night he was sure. “… was cold…”“…I warmed you…” the heat between them was making him loopy. His body was beginning to respond. He tried to focus.“Why did they attack me?”She pursed those lips. “…Lotarre…”“The guy with you at the Museum? On King Day?”“… wants what you have…” she had unbuttoned his coat and slid her hands up under his shirt. How could her hands be so warm?“’What I have’? The stone?” and for the first time she seemed surprised. That still did not wipe the smile from her face, so closed to his.“…stone?...”“Yes. The stone from the museum break-in. The stone that makes me like you.” And that broadened her smile. She leaned back exposing her neck to him in what would have been a good laugh had she dared to break the quiet.“…you think you are clan?” she asked looking down at him almost amused.“Clan?”“…yes…” she lowered her face, once again just a breath away from his and she smiled at him, this time deliberately flashing her fangs at him. “…clan…”What did she mean? Downhills clan? Not by showing him her fangs she did not.“I mean…” he showed his own teeth, canines top and bottom. “… like you.”But she just smiled and twisted her mouth. She looked away from him briefly, and upward. Her eyes searched the rooftops for any sign of the Downhills gang. When her probing fingers found the stone he wore on a string around his neck she turned back to him and pressed close, again grinding herself into him, her smiled wicked.In spite of the danger, cold and strangeness, Max’s body responded to her ferociously. Her thick strong thighs were warm enough to feel through the leather of his gloves.“…you are not like me…” she breathed into his ear.“I mean…” then she snatched the Stone hard and the string popped. In a cloud of flying snow and a playful laugh she bounded off of him and leapt from the building.He tried to grab her before she took off but she was too quick. When he got to his feet he saw her standing on another rooftop a good fifty feet away and ten feet higher than where he was. The stone swung back and forth as she dangled it tauntingly from her hand.“… no majiks…” he heard her say under her breath, like she expected him not to be able to hear. “… let’s see you claim the house now…”
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