Falk Clan Tales - Chapter 61: Chapter 61
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“She’s coming to!”
“Milady?”
“Wassup Jozi?”
Jozette blinked against the cacophony of voices knocking against her already messed up head. What the heck happened? Oh yeah.
First, she’d been about to make out with a naked guy who spoke like he was from another time.
Second, her BFF had busted through her door, pussy-blocking Jozette, and sporting three inch fangs and claws, and her very own Lion man.
Third, she was pretty sure she heard some shit about shifters and dragons.
Not to be confused with that roleplaying game whatever and dragons, she was certain. Maybe this was like that time she and her buddies stayed up late playing WolfMoon and accidentally drank some of her father’s Sambuca. The dreams she’d had that night, boyo!
“Jozi? Wake up!” Marissa shook her hard, and Jozi slapped her hands away.
“What the heck, Mar? You broke my parents’ door!” She seethed.
“Milady, are you alright? Please, imbibe some refreshment, I insist,” her naked guest was sitting there in the pants and shirt she’d gotten out for him.
He looked freshly showered, too. She leaned in and sniffed. Oh yeah, he smelled good, too. Like that coconut body wash she’d recently splurged on. His indigo eyes narrowed in concern, and she damn near swooned.
OMG! She was being ridiculous.
“Easy, Romeo.” Marissa snorted and crossed her arms over her chest.
A move that drew Hector’s dark gaze like a moth to a flame she noted for her friend for when they chatted later.
Sans men.
“My name is Castor Falk. I have told you twice, female—”
Hector turned and snarled at her guest. Castor, she repeated inside her head, testing his name. It was unusual, but nice. She laid a hand on his arm, and he dropped his responding growl to kneel at her side.
“Okay, easy with the grabby hands, dude!” Marissa snapped.
“Jozi, there’s some stuff we need to go over,” Marissa interrupted, but Jozi squeezed when Castor tried to move aside.
“I shall remain here till the fair Jozette sends me away,” he said sternly.
Jozette sat up, hands raised. Her head was pounding, rare for her, but even more bizarre was how good it felt holding on to Castor’s hand. He stood beside her, like her own personal bodyguard. Near seven feet of muscled, handsome man, and she absolutely loved having him there.
Dangerous? Maybe. But she was totally prepared to indulge herself for the time being.
“Okay, explain,” she snapped at Marissa. “And do not leave anything out.”
“This is going to sound strange, but you see, Jozi, I’m a Shifter. A Lioness, to be exact.”
After ten minutes of listening to her best friend talk about the supernatural world, a huge secret from the human or normal world, Jozette had had enough.
“What do you take me for? An idiot! Did she put you up to this?” Jozette asked Castor, and yes, she might have stomped her feet a little.
“Milady?”
“Don’t you milady me, buster! Did my so-called best friend set this whole thing up?”
“Jozi! I would never!” Marissa snarled.
And yes, she really snarled. Like a cat or, er, Lioness.
“I’m not some idiot,” she began, but Hector was already taking off his shirt.
“OMG! What are you doing? Mar? What is he doing?”
“Showing you proof, slowly this time so you don’t think it’s a trick,” Marissa said, lounging on the side arm of the sofa.
Castor tensed when Hector went for his pants. His lip curled, and he loosed an angry sounding growl. Jozette gasped at the animalistic sounds, but Marissa just rolled her eyes.
"Will you calm down, lizard boy,” Mari grunted. “If we don’t show her, she won’t believe us.”
“Fine,” Castor relented. “But I insist he move behind the chaise for that part.”
“What?” Jozette said, turning to stare at him.
“He wants to protect the innocence of your eyes,” Marissa said between giggles. “Hector?”
The big man moved behind the couch with a shrug, and though she couldn’t see him exactly, Jozette knew when he’d finished undressing. She wasn’t sure how he did it, some trick of the light or whatever, but one second Hector was standing there on two legs, the next he was down on four. Four golden furred legs. For the second time in the last few minutes, her BFF’s boytoy had turned into a fucking Lion.
Then, a few things happened. Jozette gulped. The Lion roared, shaking his head with his dark gold mane. Marissa laughed and called him a showoff. And dark blue smoke started streaming from Castor’s mouth.
Jozi covered her mouth with her hand, and Castor snarled once before cutting off his stream of smoke. He dismissed the animal as if he was no more than a house cat, turning his attention back to Jozette.
“Easy, Scales,” Marissa snapped at Castor.
“He need not make such a display,” Castor replied.
“He’s just being himself!”
But Jozette had had enough. Her BFF was arguing with her not naked anymore guest and there was a fucking Lion in her parents’ living room.
“WHAT THE FUCKING WHAT IS GOING ON!”
All the humans in the room turned to look at her. Both with concern filling their gazes. She knew she screamed loudly, but Jozi had to get their attention somehow. They’d been far too busy bickering to notice her.
“You, explain now,” she demanded, pointing a finger at Marissa. “And he better not pee on my mom’s new throw rug, or you are cleaning it!”
“Relax, Jozi. He’s housebroken,” Marissa said, smiling widely.
Funny, Jozette had never noticed how very much like her predator her best friend looked when she grinned like that. All this time she’d joked about the blonde being a maneater and she really was! Who’d have thunk it?
Forty minutes and three dozen bagels later…
“Okay, from the top once more—”
“Sorry, is this really salmon?” Castor interrupted.
He was on his eighth sesame bagel loaded with herbed cream cheese, sliced tomatoes, capers, olive oil, and smoked salmon. Jozette nodded, impressed by his ability to keep all that down. A big girl herself, one bagel, was quite enough to satisfy her hunger.
“Fascinating. I never did like the taste of salmon head soup, but this is extraordinary.”
“Salmon head what?” Hector asked, making a moue of distaste.
“Yes, well, when one is jailed for several lifetimes, there is not much choice menu wise,” Castor offered.
“Cool, but use a fork, dude,” Hector said lowly, and proceeded to show Castor how to use utensils.
“Remarkable! Tools for eating! Not that I was complaining, but I had nothing so fine in the dungeon. I am grateful now that Dragomir had kept me alive when he did not have to,” Castor said, gazing at Jozette with a look that made her feel warm all over.
“Why did he?” Hector asked.
“I believe it was simply to torture my father and mother’s souls even in the beyond.”
“We should kill that fucker,” Hector said, and Jozette had to agree with the sentiment.
“Too late, my friend. He met his end badly, and rightly so at that,” Castor said, popping an entire half a bagel loaded with more salmon and cream cheese into his mouth.
“Uh, okay then,” Jozette said, opening and closing her open mouth like a fish out of water.
“So,” she began, trying to wrap her head around everything.
“You guys are Shifters. You can turn into animals and have their traits. It’s a big secret. And this guy is really a 500 year old Dragon who doesn’t know much about modern life because he was kept in a dungeon by some other Dragon tyrant who is now dead, and he is here to search for his family? Do I have that right?”
“Perfectly,” Marissa said, heavy in the purr.
“So, how did you end up here?” Jozette asked Castor.
The gorgeous man's cheeks went ruddy as he looked away. He seemed nervous, embarrassed, and unsure all at once. Also, he seemed sad.
“I am not sure, milady. I felt a pull to this place, like a magnetic force was guiding me here. I thought for certain this was the dwelling of my brothers.”
“Oh,” she said, a tad disappointed. “Well, it’s not. I mean, I sure as shit am not hiding a bunch of Dragons under my bed.”
“You are now,” Marissa chimed in.
“What?”
“Well, it’s obvious. You have to help him find his way, Jozi. He didn’t seek you out for no reason. This is Fate.”
“Fate?” Castor’s eyes snapped to Marissa, Then to Jozette.
“What does that mean?” Jozi asked.
“You’ll find out. Well, Hector and I better run—”
“But I have work!” Jozette said in a harsh whisper, nodding her head at Castor, who was back to sitting at the table, eating, and watching TV with a myriad of expressions crossing his face.
“’Tis sorcery, this is!”
“Nah, man, it’s reality TV,” Hector explained, showing Castor the remote.
The big, sexy man gasped and laughed, a good loud sounding expression. It made Jozette’s belly warm, and a smile spread across her face. Of course, Marissa caught that, and she gently elbowed her bestie.
“So what? You work in a bookstore, Jozi. Take him with you. Grab him some history books and bring an iPad. Plug him in. He should be caught up in no time,” she said with a wink.
Marissa gestured to Hector who stood up and shook hands with Castor. But Jozette just followed her BFF to the door. Nervous and a little more than anxious to boot, she had no idea what to do next.
“Marissa, you can’t just go! What am I supposed to do with a Dragon?”
“Just look at him, Jozi. And if you can’t figure it out, I know a few websites that can show you.”
“Milady?”
“Wassup Jozi?”
Jozette blinked against the cacophony of voices knocking against her already messed up head. What the heck happened? Oh yeah.
First, she’d been about to make out with a naked guy who spoke like he was from another time.
Second, her BFF had busted through her door, pussy-blocking Jozette, and sporting three inch fangs and claws, and her very own Lion man.
Third, she was pretty sure she heard some shit about shifters and dragons.
Not to be confused with that roleplaying game whatever and dragons, she was certain. Maybe this was like that time she and her buddies stayed up late playing WolfMoon and accidentally drank some of her father’s Sambuca. The dreams she’d had that night, boyo!
“Jozi? Wake up!” Marissa shook her hard, and Jozi slapped her hands away.
“What the heck, Mar? You broke my parents’ door!” She seethed.
“Milady, are you alright? Please, imbibe some refreshment, I insist,” her naked guest was sitting there in the pants and shirt she’d gotten out for him.
He looked freshly showered, too. She leaned in and sniffed. Oh yeah, he smelled good, too. Like that coconut body wash she’d recently splurged on. His indigo eyes narrowed in concern, and she damn near swooned.
OMG! She was being ridiculous.
“Easy, Romeo.” Marissa snorted and crossed her arms over her chest.
A move that drew Hector’s dark gaze like a moth to a flame she noted for her friend for when they chatted later.
Sans men.
“My name is Castor Falk. I have told you twice, female—”
Hector turned and snarled at her guest. Castor, she repeated inside her head, testing his name. It was unusual, but nice. She laid a hand on his arm, and he dropped his responding growl to kneel at her side.
“Okay, easy with the grabby hands, dude!” Marissa snapped.
“Jozi, there’s some stuff we need to go over,” Marissa interrupted, but Jozi squeezed when Castor tried to move aside.
“I shall remain here till the fair Jozette sends me away,” he said sternly.
Jozette sat up, hands raised. Her head was pounding, rare for her, but even more bizarre was how good it felt holding on to Castor’s hand. He stood beside her, like her own personal bodyguard. Near seven feet of muscled, handsome man, and she absolutely loved having him there.
Dangerous? Maybe. But she was totally prepared to indulge herself for the time being.
“Okay, explain,” she snapped at Marissa. “And do not leave anything out.”
“This is going to sound strange, but you see, Jozi, I’m a Shifter. A Lioness, to be exact.”
After ten minutes of listening to her best friend talk about the supernatural world, a huge secret from the human or normal world, Jozette had had enough.
“What do you take me for? An idiot! Did she put you up to this?” Jozette asked Castor, and yes, she might have stomped her feet a little.
“Milady?”
“Don’t you milady me, buster! Did my so-called best friend set this whole thing up?”
“Jozi! I would never!” Marissa snarled.
And yes, she really snarled. Like a cat or, er, Lioness.
“I’m not some idiot,” she began, but Hector was already taking off his shirt.
“OMG! What are you doing? Mar? What is he doing?”
“Showing you proof, slowly this time so you don’t think it’s a trick,” Marissa said, lounging on the side arm of the sofa.
Castor tensed when Hector went for his pants. His lip curled, and he loosed an angry sounding growl. Jozette gasped at the animalistic sounds, but Marissa just rolled her eyes.
"Will you calm down, lizard boy,” Mari grunted. “If we don’t show her, she won’t believe us.”
“Fine,” Castor relented. “But I insist he move behind the chaise for that part.”
“What?” Jozette said, turning to stare at him.
“He wants to protect the innocence of your eyes,” Marissa said between giggles. “Hector?”
The big man moved behind the couch with a shrug, and though she couldn’t see him exactly, Jozette knew when he’d finished undressing. She wasn’t sure how he did it, some trick of the light or whatever, but one second Hector was standing there on two legs, the next he was down on four. Four golden furred legs. For the second time in the last few minutes, her BFF’s boytoy had turned into a fucking Lion.
Then, a few things happened. Jozette gulped. The Lion roared, shaking his head with his dark gold mane. Marissa laughed and called him a showoff. And dark blue smoke started streaming from Castor’s mouth.
Jozi covered her mouth with her hand, and Castor snarled once before cutting off his stream of smoke. He dismissed the animal as if he was no more than a house cat, turning his attention back to Jozette.
“Easy, Scales,” Marissa snapped at Castor.
“He need not make such a display,” Castor replied.
“He’s just being himself!”
But Jozette had had enough. Her BFF was arguing with her not naked anymore guest and there was a fucking Lion in her parents’ living room.
“WHAT THE FUCKING WHAT IS GOING ON!”
All the humans in the room turned to look at her. Both with concern filling their gazes. She knew she screamed loudly, but Jozi had to get their attention somehow. They’d been far too busy bickering to notice her.
“You, explain now,” she demanded, pointing a finger at Marissa. “And he better not pee on my mom’s new throw rug, or you are cleaning it!”
“Relax, Jozi. He’s housebroken,” Marissa said, smiling widely.
Funny, Jozette had never noticed how very much like her predator her best friend looked when she grinned like that. All this time she’d joked about the blonde being a maneater and she really was! Who’d have thunk it?
Forty minutes and three dozen bagels later…
“Okay, from the top once more—”
“Sorry, is this really salmon?” Castor interrupted.
He was on his eighth sesame bagel loaded with herbed cream cheese, sliced tomatoes, capers, olive oil, and smoked salmon. Jozette nodded, impressed by his ability to keep all that down. A big girl herself, one bagel, was quite enough to satisfy her hunger.
“Fascinating. I never did like the taste of salmon head soup, but this is extraordinary.”
“Salmon head what?” Hector asked, making a moue of distaste.
“Yes, well, when one is jailed for several lifetimes, there is not much choice menu wise,” Castor offered.
“Cool, but use a fork, dude,” Hector said lowly, and proceeded to show Castor how to use utensils.
“Remarkable! Tools for eating! Not that I was complaining, but I had nothing so fine in the dungeon. I am grateful now that Dragomir had kept me alive when he did not have to,” Castor said, gazing at Jozette with a look that made her feel warm all over.
“Why did he?” Hector asked.
“I believe it was simply to torture my father and mother’s souls even in the beyond.”
“We should kill that fucker,” Hector said, and Jozette had to agree with the sentiment.
“Too late, my friend. He met his end badly, and rightly so at that,” Castor said, popping an entire half a bagel loaded with more salmon and cream cheese into his mouth.
“Uh, okay then,” Jozette said, opening and closing her open mouth like a fish out of water.
“So,” she began, trying to wrap her head around everything.
“You guys are Shifters. You can turn into animals and have their traits. It’s a big secret. And this guy is really a 500 year old Dragon who doesn’t know much about modern life because he was kept in a dungeon by some other Dragon tyrant who is now dead, and he is here to search for his family? Do I have that right?”
“Perfectly,” Marissa said, heavy in the purr.
“So, how did you end up here?” Jozette asked Castor.
The gorgeous man's cheeks went ruddy as he looked away. He seemed nervous, embarrassed, and unsure all at once. Also, he seemed sad.
“I am not sure, milady. I felt a pull to this place, like a magnetic force was guiding me here. I thought for certain this was the dwelling of my brothers.”
“Oh,” she said, a tad disappointed. “Well, it’s not. I mean, I sure as shit am not hiding a bunch of Dragons under my bed.”
“You are now,” Marissa chimed in.
“What?”
“Well, it’s obvious. You have to help him find his way, Jozi. He didn’t seek you out for no reason. This is Fate.”
“Fate?” Castor’s eyes snapped to Marissa, Then to Jozette.
“What does that mean?” Jozi asked.
“You’ll find out. Well, Hector and I better run—”
“But I have work!” Jozette said in a harsh whisper, nodding her head at Castor, who was back to sitting at the table, eating, and watching TV with a myriad of expressions crossing his face.
“’Tis sorcery, this is!”
“Nah, man, it’s reality TV,” Hector explained, showing Castor the remote.
The big, sexy man gasped and laughed, a good loud sounding expression. It made Jozette’s belly warm, and a smile spread across her face. Of course, Marissa caught that, and she gently elbowed her bestie.
“So what? You work in a bookstore, Jozi. Take him with you. Grab him some history books and bring an iPad. Plug him in. He should be caught up in no time,” she said with a wink.
Marissa gestured to Hector who stood up and shook hands with Castor. But Jozette just followed her BFF to the door. Nervous and a little more than anxious to boot, she had no idea what to do next.
“Marissa, you can’t just go! What am I supposed to do with a Dragon?”
“Just look at him, Jozi. And if you can’t figure it out, I know a few websites that can show you.”
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