Species

Kiss Me Then

Claira stepped out from Diego's cell, her face was flush but she didn't care. Just as she started walking down the hall heading toward her room, Luca came around the corner. Her father wore a shite shirt and dank blue pants. He was clean cut and he looked relived to see her.

"Father?" Claira quickly hid her arm behind herself, and smiled at her father. Luca closed the distance between the two of them and hugged his daughter like he always had, kissing her cheek tenderly. He caressed the side of her head, touching her hair like he always did.

"Daughter, I heard you were with Donas's boy, and I heard what happened between him and Jason." He watched Claira, as she nodded, tucking the towel into her back pocket she was sure the wound had already healed. She placed a hand over her fathers as she stopped him from continuing to stroke her hair.

"Yes Diego pushed Jason buttons so I had him removed. But I got him to talk a little, turns out he's the only born they have."

Luca nodded in approval, "That's all child?"

"Yes but tomorrow I'm going to try again, father." Luca nodded, kissed his daughters forehead.

"You did well child. Now tonight has been long and hard, time to sleep." He motioned so she could go to her room.

"Yes father." Claira stood on her tippy toes and kissed her fathers cheek then scurried away. She ran to her room in a flash, closing the door she leaned against it, and with out a second thought started to strip, she felt disgusting in her cloths, and even though she was far away from Diego now, her body was still hot and bothered, and she wanted a cold shower to calm down.

She took her jeans off, leaving her boy short panties on, and just as she was about to take her top off "Well don't mind me." She shreeked as her eyes turned liquid gold she and started to shift from being startled. Jason sat calmly on her bed, amusement on his face. She quickly pulled the t-shirt back on and tried to stretch it past her panties.

"Damn it Jason, I could have...Ah!" Claira reached for her shoe and threw it at Jason, but he caught it and laughed. She turned around trying to find something to cover herself with, she found a blanket laying on the floor. Picking it up she wrapped it around herself, . "Next time don't just wait in my room like some creeper." Claira snapped at him.

Jason just shrugged and played with her pillow. "Did you get him to talk?"

"Yes."

"Well that's good."

"'Im going back tomorrow see if I can get something else out of him."

Jason perked up, sitting up straight on Claira's bed, moving the pillow from his lap. "I'll go with you."

"No." Claira looked around for something put on as she clutched the blanket closer to her.

Jason's watched her his mouth hung open with surprise, this was the first time she had ever told him no. "Yes."

"Not after what you-"

He shot up from her bed to stand directly in front of her. "What I did? Are you kidding me? Your f*****g kidding me right?" His glowed, Claira watched his face, his eyes turned a dull gold.

"You couldn't keep your tempter Jason." Claira took a step back, but Jason followed her, she kept stepping back until she ran into her dresser. Jason was still in front of her blocking her way. Before she shifted Jason was always in control of his temper but after her change, he could no longer control himself. He always got into fights, and if anyone said anything he was quick to start a fight.

"He was talking crap about you, and you expect me to sit by and let him?" He pounded his fist on the dresser to either side of her, startling Claira.

"Jason...yo-you need to calm down, and think. I can handle myself, I'm not a little girl anymore." Her voice was low trying to get Jason to calm down. He closed his eyes and sighed. She wasn't scared of him, but she worried, and wondered why he was like this. He looked at her again but dropped his eyes to the floor.

"I'm sorry, your right, you are your own person, and you can handle yourself. I should know better." He shook his head and backed off Claira, walking back to her bed and sat down at the edge.

Claira watched him, and thought back to what Diego had said. "Jason?" He lifted his face to look at her and hummed, he was fiddling with his fingers, he only did that when he was nervous. "What was Diego talking about?"

"I don't wanna talk about it Claira." Claira? He never used her full first name, he always called her Clair-bear.

"Tell me please?" She walked closer to him and kneeled in front of him so she was eye level.

He sighed, and watched her carefully, could he really tell her, his feelings for her?

"Do you remember when Luca found me?" He started and she just nodded. "Who was the one that always took care of me?"

"I did.." Jason was right, when Luca found Jason he thrown from a car, left in an alley way. He had been taken his home, and when his family found out he was kidnapped they didn't try to get him back. They left him, and did want him any ways. So his captured beat him to an inch of death for not being of any use to them. When Luca found Jason he was hardly breathing, and her father wasn't sure if the change wouldn't save him or give him a peaceful death.

"When I was on my death bed the only person I saw was you. The moment I opened my eyes and saw you for the first time, i thought you were an angel. I fell in love with you. But you couldn't see that, you couldn't see how much I loved you, loved more then just my sister." Claira watched as he spilled his love for her. Telling her everything that he had ever held back for the past 8 years.

She felt guilty that she didn't hadn't known how he felt, she was guilty that he felt this way and never told her. She wasn't sure if she had the same feelings for him that he had for her. She only saw him as a brother, not thinking there was anything she had to feel between them other then brotherly love. "Jason I-"

"Don't. Just don't Claira I already know." He hung his head, he looked broken and worn out. "I know you don't feel the same way."

"I just don't know Jason, your like my brother. I didn't know you had feelings for me, I'm not sure how I feel, or can look at you like that." She touched his face, caressing his cheek. Looking at him now Claira, could see the love he had for her. She never thought of him that way but she was trying to now. Starting from his hair, it was a light brown almost strawberry blonde, his forehead was creased with worry. His nose was rounded and cute, his eyes were a deep brown and round like a deer. He watched her, watching him, looking him over. He had high cheek bones and a sharp jaw. His upper lip was pointed and thin, which didn't match his bottom plump lip. Looking him over carfully, he wasn't bad on the eyes, Claira could see why so many women of the pack liked him. She held the blanket tighter to herself. He was a man, and she could see that now, which made her a little uncomfortable, after all she was half naked.

He looked at her then whispered something. She couldn't understand what he said, letting her hand fall to her side. "What?"

"I said kiss me then." He looked her in the eyes with all seriousness, "Kiss me then, and lets just see and I promise after that I'll leave you alone and things can go back to normal."

He just wanted her to kiss him and that was all, the subject would be dropped. How harmful could a kiss be. She blushed at the thought of kissing Jason, the man she called brother, all she could really do was nod her head. Excitement filled his eyes, he knelt down in front of her getting close. She stayed still cluching the blanket even tighter, while holding her breath.

Jason, her Jason was going to kiss her. He was so close his breath fanned her face, mingling with her he breath. He brushed his lips against hers, it was soft, like a feather brushing her lips. Gently he placed his lips to her, and at first it was like a foreign object to Claira. She had never kissed someone, ever before. Then he moved his lips against hers ever so slowly. He tasted like rain, and his lips were course against hers. It wasn't something she felt uncomfortable about, but while jason kissed her, her mind wondered to Diego.

His lips looked smooth, plump and pink. He looked like he had practice with his lips, and his tongue, she was sure of. How soft would Diego's lips feel if he were the one to be kissing her right now, instead of Jason. Just with that one thought a voice, so small like a whisper popped in her head.

"Would you like to try some time little wolf?"

The voice sounded like Diego's, but how could it be him, he was in his cell, no where near her bedroom. It was just her and Jason here no one else. Claira was the first to break the kiss, the thought of Diego's voice in her mind made her feel uncomfortable, and she had this nagging pit in her stomach like she was doing something wrong.

Jason pouted, but sat back on the bed. "So that didn't turn out like I hopped."

"I'm sorry, I'm just.. really confused"

"Don't worry about it Clair-bear it was a long shot in the dark. I had to try right." Jason got up and walked over to her door that led out to the hall. "I'm going to go now, you need rest and so do I." Jason gave her a half hearted smile before walking out. "Night Clair-bear."

"Night." Was all she managed to say as he closed the door behind himself. She sat on the closer confused, not understanding what exactly had just happened.

She slowly got up from the floor and sat on her bed trying to understand what happened. She let Diego take blood from her, she let Jason kiss her, yet the whole time during that kiss she was thinking of Diego. What was happening to her? Getting up Claira pushed all thoughts to the back of her mind. She was too tired from to day, all she wanted to do was sleep. Taking her shirt off and slipping into an oversize one, she slipped in to bed. She laid in bed, staring at the ceiling.

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Claira was sitting on a bench in the local park. She was wearing shorts and a tank, as the summer heat beat down on her. She basked in the sun loving the feel on her skin, and then suddenly there was a shadow blocking the sun from her. She looked up and the only thing she could see was a muscled chest, her eyes traveled up to meet a stubbled chin, his face was chiseled in the perfect shape. His lips were a nice plumb, pink, and moist from his tongue running over them. Her breathing hitched, as her heart started to race. She meet his eyes and she automatically knew who it was. The beautiful brown with a hint of purple. Diego watched her as she eyes him up and down.

"Are you going to keep eye rapping me or say hello?" Frowning at him, Claira turned her head completely ignoring him. "Aww come on little wolf, don't be like that you know I'm just playing with you." He sat down next to her, and she felt him brush against her arm but wouldn't turn to look at him. She didn't know exactly how close he was but she felt him watching her. Diego watched her for a second, then moved closer so he could whisper in her ear. "Are you going to tell me hello?" She gave an involuntary shiver.

"Why are you even-" she was cut short when she turned around to face him and her heart started to race again. He was so close to her, their noise practically touching. Their breathing mixed, she felt his breath on her lips, as she felt her cheeks heat up. She focused on his lips, why his lips?

Diego was the enemy, she was suppose to hate him. Yet what were these feelings she started to get for him?

"Why am I what darlin?" He mocked, watching her. His eyes roamed over her, intensely watching her, taking every part of her in just as she was doing to him. Her voice was caught in her throat, she tried to speak but nothing came out when she opened her mouth.

Diego leaned in closer watching every little movement she made. Claira just held her breath, as he closed the distance between them both. His lips were now centimeters away from hers, she felt the warm fan of his breath against her lips. She was shocked to her spot, not knowing if she should push him away or let him kiss her. "Claira," he whispered her name breathlessly. She could see the a battle in his eyes as they turned from a bright purple back to a dull brown. She wasn't scared, but confused. The butterfly feeling in her stomach made her excited and wanted Diego to continue but her head was asking questions she wasn't sure she want answers too.

She parted her lips to say something but Diego crushed his lips to hers. He wasn't rough about it at first, his lips were soft like silk against hers, and he tasted like sweet peaches. This kiss was better then the one she had shared with Jason. His lips moved hers, urging her to move her lips with his and she did. Well at least she tried, since she has never kissed anyone other then Jason. This was her second kiss after all. He took her bottom lip in his mouth softly sucking, which earned a small moan from her. She threw her arms around his neck, tangling her hands in his hair. She couldn't believe kissing someone would be like this.

Wrapping his arms around her waist Diego picked her up and moved her to his lap, so she was now straddling him. She didn't care what was happening, Claira was too caught in the moment to care. He pulled back from kissing her and started trailing kisses across her jaw line and down her neck. She moaned again causing him to chuckle.

She laced her fingers in his hair, pulling Diego back to look at her. "What's happening?" She asked breathless. All these different emotions she never had before, ragged through her and for Diego of all people?

"Do you feel that? That feeling, its natural, don't ask just feel." He whispered against her skin, kissing her neck. She left something sharp graze against her skin, making her shutter. Then it was there again this time it felt like needle pricks. She gasped at the small pain, then moaned at the intense pleasure between her legs. Her core pulsed, soaking her panties, as her body started to heat up.

"Diego," she moaned, she needed to stop he was Donas son, she was suppose to kill him and his father. "P...please...please stop." Claira felt him sucking her neck. Diego wasn't listen, he was stuck in his own world. Drunk on her blood, he tightened his hold on her waist instead. "Diego?" She pushed lightly away from him, but he didn't bung. She started to panic when she realized what he was doing. He was feeding from her, and he wasn't stopping. "Diego!" She pounded on his shoulders, making him grip her even tighter then before. "No Diego! Stop! Please!" She fought against him, he was crushing her, making it hard for her to breath.

He wasn't letting go, and Claira knew that, he was no longer in control of himself, the animal side of him had now taken over. Diego was going to kill her, she tried pulling him off, only to get an animalistic growl from him. He pulled back aggressively ripping at her neck. She felt her blood pour out of herself, hot down her shoulder. Her Head spun from so much blood loss. But Diego watched her, blood dripped from his mouth, her blood. He smiled "This is what you want?" He leaned forward again his bright purple eyes fixed on her. "Ill show you an animal." He tangled his hands in her black soft hair, tugging down exposing her neck further to him. Claira cried, knowing he was going to kill her and there was noting he could do about it. He licked her neck and--.

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Claira bolted up right in bed, panting, her heart was racing a mile a minute. She touched her neck as panic set in, when she realized it was all a dream. She was drenched in sweat, her hair stuck to her forehead. Looking for her clock it was 4am. She sighed falling back on her pillows. Why would she dream something like that?

She chuckled evilly to herself, yea that's how Diego gets women to bed him, make them feel tingly then eat them. She thought for a second of his name. Diego, and as soon as she thought it butterflies erupted in her stomach. What was making her feel this way? He was the enemy!

"I wouldn't hurt you." It was that voice again a soft whisper.

Claira looked around her room surprised. No, no one was there....so who?

She instantly stood up, Diego said him feeding from her would create a bond. "Diego?"

"Hi, little wolf."