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Being a vampire in the modern age was tricky; everyone had cameras and was all face posing as a duck apparently. Meanwhile Poppy still loved crystals, smoking some good pot, and listening to the Queen B herself; Stevie Nicks. However though she decided to indulge in human affairs by visiting Las Vegas. No one would mind if someone disappeared while they were here and for a still young vampire? It was an all you can eat buffet. Which is why she was here to begin with; she had her eyes set on a woman who seemed all lone, gambling away what savings she had. The young vampire was about to introduce herself until the sweetest aroma filled her nostrils. Calliope went off in search of that aromatic scent. Only to approach the bar and notice an obscenely tall giant with a bleeding hand. The tiny vampire maneuvered through the crowd with ease and she grabbed a napkin just before his bartender could. Pressing it down against his palm she smiled softly as she looked up into his green eyes; her own a brilliant blue color. “Are you okay? This look pretty deep.” She’d murmur softly, pulling the napkin back and it took a lot in her not to lick her lips in delight. His blood smelled...amazing. Like fried chicken to a starving countryman; she wanted to sink her fangs into him.. oh shit..fangs..oh god she needed control. Licking her lips she looked over at the bar tender. “Could I have some..Tequila please? Straight?” As he went to grab it, Poppy continued to apply pressure. “How’d you manage it?” She asked with a small laugh. 

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Isabella had been called to her boss’s room again, and she knew exactly why. She made her way towards the place many people viewed as the dragon’s liar. No one liked being called into there, so the brunette tried to pretend she was dragging her feet instead of walking a little faster. As soon as she was in, she was directed to find something from the filing cabinets. Smirking, as she saw a perfect opportunity, she locked the door behind her and made her way over to them. 

Considering how they had known each other for… What? Five hours? At a push… He probably should have been a little bit more cautious when it came to jumping into bed with this girl… But then again, you didn’t tend to throw an opportunity like this away, even when you were a god. The girl was submissive, at least judging from the way that she jumped up onto the counter in his kitchen and spread her legs. Apollo shook his head lightly at her question and laughed instead, his hands working on his belt and freeing his (admittedly impressive) cock.

“I was thinking instead, we’d just watch each other for a moment?” he asked her as he grabbed a chair from nearby and pulled it close, taking a seat and taking his length in hand, beginning to slowly stroke and pump it to hardness as he practically fucked the tiny blonde with his eyes.

     Venus knew she had a peculiar effect on men, and it seemed that she might have the same effect on her fellow Gods. She hadn’t set out to seduce him, but there was just something about being around a God which made a Goddess reckless, particularly when she was the Goddess of love and sex. She wasn’t afraid to show herself to him, though she wasn’t as submissive as she appeared, merely assuming the role which made her most desirable to him - it was one of her special powers. 

Annabelle leaned over the decapitated deer, glancing at Marta. They each inhaled the scents in the area, bodies tense and wary.

Their eyes weren't human anymore, but golden, wolf like as they peered around sniffing at the air.

"This isn't any wolf I've ever heard of. She smells like a full moon," Marta said, a little gruffly, staring down at the deer and then up at her alpha.

Annabelle was quiet for a moment, frowning, before standing up, hands in her pockets, confident. "Come on out. I can't scent you, and I can't see you. You're a damn good hunter. But this is my territory, stranger. I know when I'm being watched," she said, voice projecting, cool and collected despite a feeling of unease.

Aja Loftin did not belong on her knees. Ever. So said her ego, ever expanded by her title and inflated worse still by her drink. How she found herself mounted by Apollo like a prized pony was a mystery that evaporated four or five thrusts into their encounter.   After that, her pride wasn’t important.

His girth tunneling within her walls garnered a response from her body that earned Apollo the sight of her on all fours, and the sound of his name between labored breaths and gratuitous swearing mixed with the white sound of skin slapping together as she slammed her ass against him, meeting his rhythm head-on. After all, Aja wouldn’t let him do all the work. 

Summer was bleeding into fall, bringing with it cooler air, bonfires, harvests - and the end to a secret she’d been holding since Sam had first joined her in the cottage weeks before. The fact was, he had not come to her by accident. Dorcas was a werewolf, as well, an omega, and it was her scent that she suspected had drawn him to her. She’d been suppressing it, and he her wolf side with a spell ever since. 

But she knew she could not continue to hide it forever, especially as her heat loomed closer. It wouldn’t be good for her to suppress her heat, and she wasn’t even sure how well she could. But she was worried, too, what would happen when she told him. Would he be mad at her for lying? Would he decide to leave? 

She’d been fretting about it for days. Becoming a wolf was what had forced a wedge between her and her sisters. She had finally found a companion again, and she was afraid it would be what came between them, too.