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  Lust ran through her, tremors shaking her arms as she held herself for his thrusts. When his cock slid back and forth across the front wall of her channel, her knees buckled and she mewled. That was the spot.

  He rubbed back and forth over that spot, harder and harder with every thrust, his cock buried to the balls within her on every stroke. Her back arched and she howled as her body clenched hard around him, her hips shoving back to keep him in her as she came apart with him deep inside.

  His hands gripped her hips, his fingers bruising as he pounded into her and his own howl of satisfaction tore through the air as he spasmed in his own release. Short pulses of movement kept him within her for long minutes and then he collapsed on top of her, bearing her flat to the bed.

  As if it was a Herculean task, he groaned and drew out of her, moving to the side and turning her to spoon her against him.

  They were both gasping for air and finally she said what they were both thinking. “Wow.”

  Chapter 14

  A trembling was running through her as the water pounded across her back. Well, it wasn’t only water. The calming shower that she had suggested was turning into an upright orgy.

  He arched her toward him, supporting her with an arm around her ribs; his hips worked his shaft inside her to devastating effect. Again.

  This time as she came he dug his teeth into her neck and the pleasure/pain shook her to the core. Her knees gave way and he held her tight as he achieved his own bliss. He had to carry her from the shower and as he lay her dripping wet on the clean bed, he smirked in satisfaction.

  “I think you liked that.” He covered her with his own body again and nuzzled at her neck.

  She tilted it in supplication and was going to wrap her legs around him again when there was a knock at the door.

  “Who the hell could that be?” The snarl was left in the air as he got off her, his tight backside left the room to answer the summons.

  * * * *

  She heard masculine voices talking too low for her to make out the exact phrases. But, she did hear the words ‘Archive’ and ‘spell’ quite clearly. Time for her to go to work.

  Wait. All her clothes were in the living room where she had stripped. Crud.

  Her problem was solved as her lover came back to her with the clothing over his arm. He dropped them on the bed and leaned into her. “What else do you need love?”

  “A pen and paper. That’s it.” She began to get dressed and then turned back to him. “And a rain check for the sex in the shower and the wet bodies on the bed.”

  “Done and done.” A toe-tingling kiss later and she was limp and panting once again. He slapped her sharply on her nude butt and said, “Get to work.”

  * * * *

  Two members of the Magus guild were there to commission a safe transportation spell. The older ones did not take rapid transit into consideration and a few people had had ‘accidents’ while using them.

  She made a few notes as to the specifics required and named her price. Thirty thousand dollars. To be transferred to her account upon completion of the spell.

  They tried to haggle, but she pointed out that it was a multi-user spell. It would outlast the coming generations and was well worth the price.

  When they asked her how they were to come by the money she replied “Have a bake sale.” She really didn’t care. This was her talent, her job, and her destiny.

  She was the Archive.

  Epilogue

  "Are you sure that this is the right place?” The spacious house was intimidating, but when the goblin answered the door, Jinx knew that they were at the right place.

  “Come on, Sirnel. The girls will meet you later. The guys are this way. And you have met George and Rikard already.” She followed the servant and he gestured for her to check her husband into the study where four supernatural beings were already debating the type of poker that they would play.

  The goblin stepped forward, “This is Sirnel, mate to Jinx, and werewolf of the Redwolf clan. These are James, Warlock and mate to Hex, Rikard, dragon and mate to George, and these two elves are the mates of Hookey, their names are Boral and Orlyn.” Introductions completed, he led the way to the living room where the girls were waiting for their fourth.

  Shrieks, giggles and laughter distracted the men from their poker game as the night wore on, but it was all worth it. These men had gotten lucky.

  They were the mates of the Half-Blood Club.

  About the Author

  Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. Her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain maille, and a few others that have been forgotten. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. A brilliant mind, with a twisted sense of humor.