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  “But I got these headaches before I even knew about Michael or Baal, whatever he calls himself.” She stopped her stomach knotted. “He knew about me before, didn’t he? All this time he’s been watching me?” A shiver ran up her spine.

  “He always knows when one of his children is born, where they are and such. Baal could have been in the area when you got your headaches, anything really, but he is the cause.” Bane rubbed his temple. “Maybe he’s close. Storm?”

  Everyone turned to her and she nodded. “I feel it too. We might want to head back to the house.” Storm rubbed her arms and scanned the woods around them.

  “Son of a bitch!” Tamara snarled and turned around to head back to the house. “I’m so tired of being scared or worried that someone else I care for will be hurt.” Tamara stopped and looked to Maxim. “Can he get through the shields?”

  Taking his eyes off Lydia, Maxim met her gaze. “He has never been able to cross over to our world. I’ve used the same shields here, but again, our magic is different here. We're on a different plane here, different elements males our magic works oddly.”

  Lars wrapped his arm around her. “But he’s never tried to come here, has he?”

  Maxim glanced around. “No.”

  “Lars, Gage.” Tamara didn’t get anything else out as they transported her to the house. Maxim followed bringing Lydia, Ana and Herrick while Bane and Storm followed on their own.

  “I’ve called in help to strengthen the shields. He won’t be able to get close to the house that I know. The shields will hold him for a little while, but I’d feel safer if they were reinforced. Herick, I’d make sure everyone was inside for now.” Maxim turned and looked at Lydia. “Stay inside. You’re a friend of Tamara’s. He’ll go for anyone close to her.”

  As if on cue, the house seemed to groan and shake. Tamara looked at Gage and Lars. “It’s him, isn’t it?” Before they could answer, Tamara yanked herself out of Lars arms. She’d had enough demon or whatever he was. Michael was going to get an earful. Tamara stomped to the kitchen, picking up the landline phone and dialed the number that she had used before to contact her father. He answered on the first ring.

  “What do you want now? I promised to give you that damn party and I am. I’ve got the place, food is already taken care and I’m working on getting the band.” Tamara almost yelled into the phone, she was shaking so bad.

  “You are being brave behind the shield, young lady.” Her father’s word brought tears to her eyes.

  “Why couldn’t you be a normal father?” she whispered.

  “I am who I am and there is nothing we can do about it. The date is wrong for the party. She wants it on Valentine’s Day, not three days later. I know my son is there with you. Would you inform him that his mother has requested his presence at the ball as well. And the next time I speak to you, I suggest you watch how you speak with me.” With that, he hung up. Somehow Tamara had pissed him off.

  Hanging up the phone, Tamara slid down the wall to sit on the floor. With her knees pulled up to her stomach, she rested her head on her knees.

  Lydia called her name before coming into the kitchen with Ana and Strom. “What happened?” Ana asked, kneeling down next to her.

  She rubbed her cheek against her knee not looking at anyone. “The date has been moved up. We don’t have till next week. It’s to be on Valentine’s Day and it seems Bane’s mother has requested his presence.” Tamara looked up to see Lars and Gage there in the doorway.

  “I think I made him mad. Please invite your parents and grandfather here. I’d feel so much better. I don’t need another death on my hands, they’re already red enough.”

  There was no warning, Gage reached down and lifted her into his arms. “If you’ll excuse us, we need to speak with Tamara.”

  “Gage, put me down.” Tamara tried to get out of his arms, but he held tight.

  “Stop,” Gage said and it was enough to have her looking up into his face. He was furious and from the look on Lars face, he wasn’t the only one.

  “Well crap, now what did I do wrong?’

  ****

  He’d known she was upset and tired, but taking things into her own hands without thinking could get someone killed. Right now their woman needed her little butt warmed up and they were prepared to do so.

  Pushing open the door, Lars stepped aside for Gage. Once inside, Lars closed the door and locked it. They would not be disturbed for the next hour. He had made sure of that.

  “Strip,” Gage ordered as soon as he lowered her feet to the ground and stood back.

  She looked from Gage to Lars and sighed before taking off her sweater and jeans. She folded each item and set them on the dresser along with her panties. Tamara looked down at her sock and Lars had to hold back a smile. She always had cold feet.

  Lars joined Gage on the edge of the bed. “You may keep the socks on. Come here,” Lars said and watched as her gaze go from his to Gage’s as she took little steps towards them.

  When she was close enough, Lars reached out and pulled her in between his legs. He ran his hands up to her hips and held her still. “We’ve waited and said nothing, hoping you would come to us, but you are a stubborn one. Tamara, we are your husbands. When you need to talk, to release all that hurt that’s sitting in your chest, we expect you to come to us. It’s not good for you or the babies you carry.” He placed his finger over her lips, stopping the words that were there.

  “Over you go.” Lars lifted her up and placed her over Gage’s lap, ass up in the air. He ran his hand over her ass and squeezed one of her firm globes.

  “Lars is right. You’re hurt, angry, but you turn to others and not us. Then you allow your anger to fester till you do something stupid and dangerous.” The first two smacks landed on her right cheek.

  “No!” Tamara shouted and tried to get up, but they kept her pinned down.

  “You will take your spanking and then you will allow us to hold you till you are ready to talk,” Lars said, watching Gage deliver four more quick swats to her butt.

  “You can’t do this!” she screamed and tried to rise up again, but Gage pulled her hands out in front of her.

  “Don’t make me have to tie your arms down, Tamara.” Gage held both wrists in one hand and landed two smacks to her butt.

  “But…I…” She was now shaking on his lap.

  Gage met Lars’ gaze and he nodded. Lars took over, giving her six quick slaps. “We love you. You will talk to us and not hold anything back.” Three more. “And you will not risk your life again.” One hard one across both cheeks made her jump as tears streamed down her face.

  Running his hand over her ass, Lars nodded to Gage who picked her up and stood her in front of them again.. Her eyes were swollen and red. Tears rolled down her cheeks and her lips quivered. “What do you have to say?”

  She wiped her tears away, but her bottom lip was still quivering. “I’m sorry. I just never had anyone to talk to before. I’ve always had to do it myself.”

  Not taking it anymore, Lars stood and scooped her up in his arms. He got up onto the bed with her in his arms, resting against the headboard. “Didn’t you ever talk to your mother about problems?” Lars asked as he tucked the blanket around her that Gage had gotten for her.

  “No,” she said and rested her head onto his chest. Gage pulled her legs into his lap and started to rub her feet. “I loved my mom, but she was never one to work through problems. Even as a teenager I was handling most of the finances and other things. Oh, she could do it if she wanted, but sometimes her mind wandered. It was like dealing with a teenager sometimes. She always wanted to come with me and my friends when in I was in high school,” Tamara looked up at him and tears started to fall again.

  “I can’t believe she’s gone. She was so happy when she found out about you two.” Tamara laid her head against his chest.

  “So who did you talk to when you had problems?” Lars asked drawing her attention back to the original problem at hand and
away from the sadness of her mother’s death.

  “No one, I’d usually write it down in my journal and read it the next day. Sometimes it would help, sometimes it didn’t.”

  “Well, now you have the two of us and we want and need you to come to us.” Gage lifted her foot up and kissed it even though it still had the sock on. “You are our life and what happens to you also affects us. Now tell us what your father had to say.”

  “The date has been moved up. He wants the ball on Valentine’s Day. He’s also requested that Bane be there for his mother.” She looked up at him. “He wasn’t happy with me, Lars. I’m afraid of what he might do next. What if he hurts your family again, or Gage’s? I just want this to end.” She shivered and pulled the blanket tighter around her. “I’m really scared.”

  “We know, baby. I wish we could just keep you here in this room, but we can’t. So, we have one day to pull this off, I know your brother already has half of your brothers and sisters here. The rest will be here tomorrow.”

  She sat up and looked at Gage. “Can we use the pack house tomorrow when they show up? I don’t know why, but we all need to be in one room. The hall, where we were the other day?”

  “I don’t see why not. You really believe that having all of you together will help?” Gage asked sliding his hands up her legs, rubbing them.

  “Yes. I don’t know why. It’s just a hunch, but if I’m wrong...I don’t want to think of the alternative. My question is how are you going to deal with the spider-lady?” She trembled in his arms.

  “You really hate spiders, don’t you?” Lars kissed the top of her head, running his hands up her arms.

  “God yes, and a big one with part of a human body…I’m going to have nightmares tonight.”

  “No, you’re not, we’ll keep your mind on other things,” Gage said as he turned her over, back onto her stomach.

  “What are you doing?” She rose up, but Lars kissed her lips softly.

  “Hush. We have a gift for you. You’ll wear it till tonight.” He nodded to Gage who got up and headed towards the dresser where the new toys were. “While you were busy with my mother, Gage ran into town and picked up a few things along with some clothes for you. Oh and Maxim has brought your material for you. Gage’s mom has it in the sewing room. She’ll meet you there at 2:00. Now raise to your knees and spread your legs.”

  He helped position her where they wanted her. Behind her, Gage lubed up the plug, the harness Gage placed on the bed next to her knees. “I have this nice little harness. Since you like jeans so much this will fit perfectly in them. Spread your cheeks for me.” Gage ordered as he got behind her.

  She reached behind her to spread her cheeks and jumped when her hands made contact with her red butt.

  “Here, let me help.” Lars reached over her and squeezed both cheeks, separating them.

  “Lars!” Tamara yelled and tried to get away from him, but he held her still for Gage’s toy.

  “This is a little smaller than me, but it will stretch you enough and remind you of what I have planned for this ass later on.” Gage slid it slowly into her.

  Her little whimpers had him hard as a rock by the time Gage attached it to the harness and wrapped it around her waist. “There, you’re all set.” Gage patted her butt earning a yelp as he helped her up off the bed. “You have ten minutes to get dressed and meet mother, but Tamara.” Gage stepped up to her and lifted her chin with his finger staring down at her.

  “Talk to us before you do anything. You asked to be partners in this marriage. It goes both ways.” Gage leaned down and kissed her, hard and quick.

  “Lars, we have a problem,” His father said. “Grandfather and I would like to come and speak with you.” Lars stood and stretched, noticing Tamara’s gaze was on him as she dressed.

  “I will inform you what is going on as soon as I find out,” Lars said moving to her side and cupping her face in his hands.

  “Is your mom okay?” He smiled and kissed her lips.

  “Is mother alright?” Lars asked letting her hear.

  “Yes, she is getting her file on the party and will be coming with us. We heard the time table has moved up and she is bound and determined to help Tamara.” His father sighed and the connection was broken.

  “Now go on. I’ll send mom in when they get here,” Lars said and swatted her butt as Tamara walked by.

  “Damn it, Lars stop.” She glared over her shoulder at him.

  “Really?” He asked and her eyes got big before she took off for the door, but she wasn’t fast enough.

  He caught her by the waist and yanked her back, against him. “You know there is a spot on that harness where another toy can go. We were being nice.” Lars squeezed her breast with one hand and the other slid down to cover her mound.

  “I’m sorry, please.” Tamara whimpered as he bit down on the side of her neck sinking his fangs into her. Her body trembled an orgasm rode her quick and hard while he took a small sample of her liquid life.

  “Go, but remember I don’t put up with looks like that,” Lars whispered into her neck, kissing her and sealing the holes before releasing her.

  The women would work on the costumes tonight, while the men would plan the death of the spider-lady, but first they needed to know if Bane’s mother had indeed produced another nest.

  “You know I haven’t had a piece of his fine ass in a while.” Gage came up behind him and squeezed his ass.

  “Really…” In a matter of seconds he had Gage over the bed rubbing his hard cock against his ass. “Maybe tonight I’ll take you while our woman is tied to the bed.”

  His partner growled, the thought of Tamara tied down had even him cussing. “Shit, come on. Dad and grandfather will be here soon.” He helped Gage up.

  “You do know that no one can actually kill Baal?” Gage asked, as they made their way down the stairs.

  “I know, but there has to be a way to send him back below so he can’t walk around freely.” Lars had heard of demons being sent back and locked below for periods of time. He only hoped Tamara could do it for good.

  At the same time the thought of her facing her father scared the living shit out of him. Her idea of a protective shield might not be such a bad idea if it could be created.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Soft jazz music played and candles lit the bathroom. Lars and Gage were already at the stadium checking last minute security issues. Tamara laid her head back and stared up at the ceiling.

  Yesterday, Tamara had met every one of her sisters and brothers. She smiled remembering Lars’ and Gage’s reaction every time one of her brothers hugged her. Her men didn’t want anyone touching her, even family males. Oh, but when they got her home last night both men made sure Tamara knew who she belonged to.

  She ran her hand down her ass and smiled at the small pain reminding her of the flogger Gage had used on her backside. Damn, if they didn’t surprise her with all their new toys. But tonight Lars promised that last night was just a warm up of to what was to come. That when everything was finished today…and he had left that statement end there, but Tamara had seen the heat on both of their faces.

  Shaking her head, Tamara concentrated on the words that would need to be said tonight. She didn’t know if the spell Tamara and her siblings had come up with would work, but it was their only shot.

  Both of her men had been furious to learn she would be the one performing the ceremony today, but Tamara was the only one strong enough to do it. Who knew her father had passed on his gift of magic to her.

  “I can’t believe you have all that tucked inside you,” Maxim had said as each one of the siblings did the test he had put forth to them.

  Three others were close to her strength, Storm, Bane and Denver. Each one of them would be at opposite ends of the room covering all directions, North, South, East, and West. She would be positioned at the North end of the room on the stage where the pretend speech to honor her father would take place.

  Her gaze fe
ll on the costume dress she would wear today. No one had seen her in it yet, not even her men. Tamara turned to the mask that was on the counter next to it. It had red and black feathers, with gold trim around the eyes of the red mask.

  She rose up out of the water and grabbed the towel. Today she was going to be The Lady of Blood. Her father and his mistress had killed too many innocent people. Tamara was going to put a stop to it tonight. Looking up at the clock, Tamara had one hour to get ready.

  Below Maxim waited for her and Lydia. For now the two of them had arranged some sort of peace agreement. She smiled and remembered that Lydia was going as The Lady of Death. Her gown, black with silver trim, was the same as her mask. Gage’s grandfather would not know what hit him when he saw her.

  For that matter, neither would her men. Her dress was the most reveling dress she'd ever worn. Tonight her long red hair would be worn down in curls that hung to her ass, covering part of her naked back. There were slits in the bottom of the dress, one in the front going up almost to her pussy and one on each side of her going up to her hips.

  Of course the only thing Tamara planned on wearing underneath was the red garter belt, stockings and one of her small knives. The top of her dress was cut down the middle in between her breasts. With her ample breasts, the silk would give little shots of them when she moved. There was no back whatsoever to the dress, just the small silk straps that draped down to her sides.

  Around her neck, she would wear the choker Lana had given her. It had belonged to her mother’s mother and it was now hers. It was a ruby choker with a gold-weave design around each stone.

  With the curlers still in her hair, Tamara started her make-up process. After that, she rolled each fishnet red stocking on and attached it to the garter, before she strapped her knife to inside her leg.

  “Hey, you almost ready?” Lydia called out from the bedroom.