Species

Not for their entertainment

An hour later Diego laid on his back trying to catch his breath with Claira curled up to his side, she had a smile on her face while she looked up at him.

"Well that was..." She blushed trying to find the words to describe how she was feeling in that moment.

Diego chuckled, looking down at her and smiled. "Something new for you?" 

She buried her face into his side, she felt so giddy like a child all over again. She liefted herself so she now rest her chin on his chest, watching him. "Do you, regret it?"

He watched her eyes, taking in her expression, her soft face and her cheeks tinted red. "Do you?"

Claira thought for a minute, no she didn't regret what she did with Diego. He might have been an ass, and a vampire to top if off, but no she didn't regret a single thing she did. She smiled at him and answering sincerely, "No."

"Neither do I." Diego caressed her face rubbing her cheek softly with his thumb. Her hair fell around her face like a black certain framing it, making her eyes shine bright like the sun. 

"We should probably get dressed." Clairs cheeks burned hot as she pulled the blankets around herself trying to get off the bed. Diego smiled and rolled off like a gymnast rolls off a mat, with a bounce in his step he turned to look at Claira, fully in the nude. She covered her eyes and laughed. "Oh, God." She over exaggerated.

"Oh please," Diego winked at her grabbing his cloths and started to put them on. "You didn't act like this when you first saw it." Claira covered her mouth and face with the blankets completely embarrassed by his words. "If I remember correctly you were even begging me for more." 

"Oh god." She groaned, if she could die right then and there, that would have been fine.

"Yea, you said that a few times too, but more my name then anything." Diego bellowed with laughter, when Claira finally threw at pillow at him, trying to shut him up. 

"Your unbelievable." Clutching the sheets to her body she got out of bed and walked over to the dresser to fine cloths.

"Yea, I've been told that too." Diego slipped his shirt on, now fully dressed and leaned against her bathroom door watching her.

"God, just stop." She groaned again, annoyed now with his antics.  

Diego chuckled, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched her put her cloths on. She was long legged, slender, yet she had thick thighs and a plump ass. Just as she pulled a pair of sweats on her caught a glimps of that ass. bright red hand prints shown there which made Diego smile. They weren't as bright as they were when he put them there, but seeing his hand print on her ass made him smile. He had been so focused on her ass he wasn't listening to what she was say but he caught the end of it. 

"What?"

"I said should I really go with Jason tomorrow? I mean, after what we just did." She was chewing her thumb nail, as he watched her from where he was standing. Walking over to her, he touched her hand pulling it away from her mouth, making her stop.

"Do what you want." Diego told her with a straight face. He had feelings for Claira, but if she wanted another man then him, he wouldn't get in the way with that. At least that was what he was telling him self, repeatedly. 

"And what will you do while I'm gone?" Claira looked up at him, letting go of his hand and standing on her tiptoes, she ran a hand threw his hair to fit it.

"Luca will probably question me more, and I'll just sit in my room. I'm still a prisoner after all."

"Not a prisoner." She gave him a pointed look

"No, your right, I'm just being babysat while I'm here." Diego rolled his eyes in annoyance. He stepped away from her, and walked to her door.

"Tomorrow I have training, in the morning, I'm sure my father will want you to be there. Do you want me to wake you up?" Diego just waved his hand, before he opened the door he turned back to look at her.

"I'm not a morning person," he gave her a wicked smile, and walked out of her room, closing the door behind him.

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Claira's alarm woke her up in the morning, rolling over she checked the nightstand for the time. It was 6:15am in the morning, she had 15 minutes to get dress and run down stairs to the backyard. She quickly got up and started to get ready. It took her a total of 5 minutes by the time she was dressed and in the bathroom to wash her face, and brush her teeth. She looked herself in the mirror, she didn't feel different, but she looked different. He eyes were still bright like they always were, but her face, it looked fuller then it normally did. Then she saw it, her neck, she turned her head to the side to get a better view. There on the right side of her neck was Diego's mark. She forgot he had bit her while they had s*x yesterday, she touched it and hissed, it was still tender. She turned her head trying to see if it was noticeable or not, it was to faint to be completely noticeable, but if you were looking for it specifically then it was noticeable. She contemplated to her self if she would wear a sweater, but thought better of it. She always end up taking it off anyways so why bother. She bounced to the door and opened it, the door across from her was still closed. 

'Diego?' She called in her mind. But there was nothing in response, she remember what he said and closed her eyes to try and focus on him.

Everything was dark, darker then the dark itself. was he asleep, then her heard noises. Diego's eyes opened and see a man standing over him. Her father, what was he doing in his room. But as she watched the scene play out infront of her she noticed the background was different. The room was covered in a deep blue, the furniture was grey and this room was a mess. Books litered the floor, cloths piled up in the corned to one side. Was this where Diego slept, was this his room. Then who...Donas. Claira was surpised that this man looke just like her father, but not. His eyes were a deep purple, which Claira came to realize was the nature of the vampires. Where was this, she tried to see if she could look around to see if she could figure out where they were other then in his room, but just as she tried she felt it. A prooding in her mind. 'What are you doing little wolf?' The scene changed and she was back in his room across from her. It was bright and white, Diego was now sitting up in bed, he crossed his arms over his chest. 

'Ugh, well...I was trying to get a hold of you.'

'Peeping tom more like it.' He stood up from the bed, giving himself a minute to stretch before he walked over to the door and opened it, seeing herself through Diego's eyes surprised her. His thoughts of her, shocked her as well. Beautiful, gorges, vixen, were just some of the words he that rolled through his head. Suddenly she was jarred back to her own body like someone pushed her out.

Claira grabbed the door for support as she tried to catch her breath, Diego stood their leaning against the door, his arms crossed over his chest in nothing but his boxers. "You get use to it, once you connect with me like that more often." His voice was horse, as he cleared his throat, smirking at her. 

"Is that how it feels when your in my body?" 

"Less because I have done it before, well using your body like it was my own took a lot out of me, but again the more you practice that the easier it gets."

She glared up and him. "Your not doing that gain."

Diego just winked at her, 'We will see.' His voice now in her head.

She looked back into her room at the time it was 6:28 crap she was running late and if her father didn't see her on time he wouldn't go easy on her just because she was his favorite. Looking back to Diego she closed the door to her room. "Practice starts in 2 minutes up to you if you want to go or not." She started walking down the hall to the stairs where she took them two at a time down tot he first floor.

'Or not.' She heard Diego's mind like a soft whisper, but she knew he wasn't serious because he heard him chuckle after. She rolled her eyes and opened the sliding doors to the backyard.

Everyone who was a turned shifter had came to practice today. Claira knew it was because Diego was here, normally there would be a total of 20 or 30 people training but today it seemed like the whole pack was there, maybe 40-45 people. Her father stood in the middle of the field while people were paired off into groups doing various exercies, but once she opened the door, Luca turned his head to her. He gave her a soft yet warm smile, she bound off the porch over to him bouncing up and down like a puppy. 

"Hello father." she leaned up on her tippy toes and kissed him softly on the cheek. Luca lifted his hand to caress the side of her face. 

"Daughter, where is our guest?" He looked past her back tot he double door but didn't see anyone. 

"I don't think he's coming today." She curled her fist and lifted them so she covered her face like a boxer, she gave her father a few soft jabs that only connected with his arm because he let her.

Shaking his head, Luca cleared his throat before his voice came out like a booming wave of sonic sound. "Diego! All must join in morning practices!"

"Why so that I can be on display for your packs entertainment?" Diego's sounded from the doors, his tone annoyed and tired, as he leaned against the door frame. What was up wit him and door frames? He stood there wearing a grey hoody, with grey sweats and runners. His cloths clung to him perfectly fitting him nicely. 

"I only that you join in, on some friendly competition. If you are to stay here, you must integrate with the rest of the pack, not just my daughter." Luca gave Claira a side glance to make his point know. 

"Fine if that's how you want it. Then whos first?" Diego took slow deliberate steps down the back porch. It was quiet for a few minutes as he looked around. 

"Me." The voice was firm and agitated. Everyone turned to see who it was. Jason stood there, chest out and full of confidence.