Waking up to the feel of someone nuzzling against your neck wasn't he worst way to be awaken.

Argo thought this a she shifted her back closer to Ewan, who'd grown impatient waiting for his love to awaken. His hardness pressed into her back side. His Heat radiating into her back, caused her muscles to relax as she let out a heavy sigh. He lifted his head, his beautiful icey grey eyes stared into hers.

"Good-morning love."

She smiled, it wasn't awaking to such a handsome man, whose heavy Scottish burr rumbled through his chest. He lifted a large tanned hand, and stroked the curve of jaw. "Did'ya rest well?"

She nodded turning to face him the sheets lowered revealing her chest to his hungry gaze.

Ewan found himself immediately distracted, when her amber-golden eyes still misted with sleep met his. She lifted her own hand, and placed it over his heart.

"I did." Her voice was low, and had a dreamy quality. "Ewan?"

"Yes, lass."

She was driving him to distraction with her fingers kneading into his chest. "Can you make love to me?"

The question, was said in a low shy voice as if the two hadn't already made love several times in this very room.

"For just a moment, I would like to forget all the stuff from yesterday."

Ewan was more than happy to provide her a distraction, using his thumb, and pointer finger he gently lifted her chin so that her rosy cheeks were in full view, and slowly painfully slow he leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers.

At first he was gentle, caressing and teasing her. An ache slowly grew in her chest, as her stomach tightened and she reached forward to pull Ewan closer to her.

He followed her quiet plea, and deepened the kiss, his mouth turning hard and demanding. His head turned, as she opened her mouth to allow their tongues to duel. The heat grew, and Ewan rolled that h was over her, and rested between her thighs. He lifted his head, and smiled when her whimper in protest of his leaving her.

Her eyes were limpid pools of golden lust, and her lips were rosy and swollen from his demanding kisses.

With a groan, he lowered his head once again only this time he choose to devour the dark nipples that peaked in cool air.

She arched up into his mouth her body trembled, as he used his hands and lips to build the need in her. Ewan felt a spark of self-satisfaction as Argo whimpered, and begged for him to come to her. Her dark, golden skin was flushed red.

Her eyes appeared to be like heated copper metal, as she stared up at him with lust, and passion.

With a groan, he final came to her, with one thrust he brought them together. Her searing heat wrapped around him, and he almost it then, but he was determined that Argo would find he release before he did.

He moved slowly, with ever intake of breathe he drew closer and close to the edge.

Her wandering hands were driving him crazy as she kept scratching his back.

She lifted her hips in an effort to force his thrust deeper.

Before long the two of them arrived at completion, and Argo couldn't hold back her cry of pleasure as her two curled in pleasure.

It wasn't after the two had found their pleasure when a knock came from the door.

Ewan, who was currently using Argo a blanket, grunted when she lifted her head.

"Ignore it." He demanded, not wishing to end the pleasant after glow the two were lazing in.

"I heard that!" Heather shout from the other side of the doo, "Ewan Mckillian, The Bellamy Leader is here to see Argo."

Ewan felt Argo stiffen, he lifted himself fully up and glared at the door. "Tell him he leave."

"Am I you servant?! If you want the bugger gone, you tell him." She added in a silky voice, "I could always tell him to come up---."

"NO!" Argo shouted, her eyes wide. "We're coming." She said, leaving the disgruntled Laird in bed she scooted off it, and rushed into the bathroom. "Give us thirty."

Ewan, pouted and slumped against the head board. He'd wanted to at least make love to his beautiful wife three more times, and here his dreams were dashed.

He heard the water turn on, and he perked up. She had said thirty minutes, he stood the sheets sliding from his muscled form, and whistling a jolly tune he entered the bathroom.

"Ewan what are you doing?!" Argo said loudly.

"Ewan?" Her voice softened.

"Oh, Ewan~."

**

"Father?"

Bellamy the men whose appearance was usually well put together and polished. Was currently sporting a winkled dress short, dirty jeans and a nights worth of growth.

He was currently occupying one of the love seats, he stood when he saw them. His eyes were dark and troubled.

"Why are you here?" Argo said, her voice hard. But despite it Ewan knew she was struggling, she had a death grip on his hand. "I thought you would be-."

"Thank you."

He'd cut her off and he was now wearing the look of remorse.

Argo had often wanted that look to appear on his face, when she'd been musing about revenge for their treatment of her. She closed her mouth, as he didn't appear done with his apology.

"Despite all of the things she's done, and what she did." He swallowed, "Your mother..."

"She's not my mother."

Bellamy nodded, he'd flinched when she spoken those words. "Yes. Yes," He repeated, "I meant your sister."

Seeing as Argo hadn't said anything else, he continued. "Despite everything, thank you for not killing her."

"Why?" Argo asked, her eye's digging into his skin. His daughter, this creature had surely found its confidence. "I'd always assumed from your many affairs that you never cared much for the women."

"I do love her, and I have always cared for her."

"Enough that you would lie, and manipulate to have her." Ewan asked this question, eager to get to the bottom of the mystery surrounding Argo's birth, and identity. "You found out her father's secret and used it, to gain her hand in marriage."

"That's how it happened!" Bellamy agitated turned his back to the two, he rubbed a hand over his clean shaven head. "That wasn't what happened." He said again in a lower voice.

Argo took a step forward letting go of Ewan's hand. He already found himself missing her.

"Then tell me, father. What did happen?"

Bellamy turned his gaze to her, there was pain, sadness and a lot of guilt. "I-it's complicated."

He turned and fully faced her, "It starts with your grandfather, or more so you're father."

Argo nodded, her eyes were somber and her lips were pressed together.

Bellamy sighed, and walked over to the seat he'd been previously seating in, and retook it. He rubbed hi thighs as he spoke. "Your father, Reign married Celia's mother to combine Celia's wealth with his men power, or tribe numbers. Reign was an ambitious men, who never ceased thinking about the male heir who would someday take over."

"Did he never have this heir?" Argo asked, she'd always assumed it was her father who'd been chosen.

"No, after Celia was born her mother had some complications and couldn't give birth." Bellamy cleared his throat, "Your mother desired nothing more than to become the leader of this tribe. She was smarter, fiercer, and stronger than any other female luna. But her desire wasn't to be a trophy wife, but to be the Alpha of her father's people."

"Our people don't believe women amount to much." Argo said, her voice deadpanned. "Aside from giving birth to more changelings."

Bellamy nodded, "Your words match the very thoughts of your father. With his wife's permission, he found another breeder. Unbeknownst to Celia, who herself was currently being courted her father was still trying to gain his heir." Bellamy sighed, his shoulders slumped, "That's when I, myself introduced him to you mother."

"My mother, who was she?"

It hadn't occurred to her that her mother could be alive, and well living.

Bellamy eyes darkened, "She's dead."

Argo was surprised at the amount of hurt, and disappointment she felt at that news. "How did she die?" She asked her voice soft, Ewan walked forward and placed his warm hands on her shoulders.

"She as killed by another changeling." Bellamy closed his eyes, weariness colored his voice, "Celia's mother."