4 comments/ 15315 views/ 5 favorites Cassy Ch. 01 By: GerrySphantom Hey everybody. I've been reading these stories for a while and I decided I should submit one of my own. Now I'm new at this so bear with me. oh yeah. p.s. all people in this story are over the age of 18. :-P ------------------ "Oh my god! You're seniors for god sakes! Come on. I know you know this. Think!" April was dying. Could this be anymore torture? She had gotten the answer about ten minutes ago while everyone was still stumped. She didn't raise her hand though, because truthfully, she liked watching the vein pop and pulse on Mr. Clark's forehead. April was getting tired of the screaming so she was going to raise her hand when there was a knocking on the door. "Yes? Come in." A tall brunette walked into the room. She was wearing loose low rise jeans and a black band t-shirt that revealed a couple of inches of bare skin on her stomach. April found herself staring at that smooth line of pale flesh. Her mouth starting to water, she quickly shook her head to bring herself back to reality. She looked up and was greeted with a knowing smile of perfect teeth. April swallowed hard. Did she know what she had been thinking? Shit! Was she that readable? "Well Miss Reeds, you can sit next to Miss Mckensi." She walked down the aisle towards April with a huge smile on her face. April looked into her goldedn eyes and realized that they weren't breaking eye contact. She could just feel the sexual tension filling the room from every male body in the room. While hate and loathing was pulsing from every girl, except herself. ---------------- She knew she had walked into the right room when she felt the pull on her soul. She didn't know what to expect of her destined mate until she scanned the room and locked gazes with the small raven haired girl in the back row. She wore no makeup, her hair was cut short to her head, and her large clothes covered up where Cassy believed she would find a great body. Her stare made her shiver and tingle all over. Yes. She was her mate, the one who would make her whole. When Mr. Clark told her to sit next to her, she became extatic. She could smell the lust and hate emmenating from the bodies in the room but it didn't even make her react. All that mattered were the pine green eyes holding hers as she took her seat. ---------------------- "Hi. I'm Cassy." April just stared at the hand extended in front of her. "Are you alright?" Concerned eyes searched and seared her. April blinked. "Oh. I'm sorry. Hi Cassy. I'm April." She took her hand and almost jumped at the warm tingling that went up her arm and rested in the area between her legs. Cassy's eyes got bigger and her smile wider as if she had felt it too. At that a strange thought passed through her head. 'Mate'. -------------------------------- Class went on and on and on. This was going to be tricky. How was she going to get April to open up and accept her as her mate? She didn't know anything about her, but she wasn't ready to give up. She just got started. She had to convince her they were supposed to be together. ----------------------------- "Would you like to eat lunch with me?" "Excuse me?" Did she just ask me to eat lunch with her? "Ummmm..." April blushed. "Would you like to eat lunch with me?" Cassy's mouth fell open. She blinked. "Yes! I'll have lunch with you." April bit her lip. "Okay." Then she turned back to face the front of the classroom. She asked me? to lunch? Okay, so maybe this wasn't going to be as hard as she thought. She didn't even have to make the first move. Maybe this would work. She couldn't help grinning to herself. ------------------- Did she really just ask her to have lunch with her? Where had that courage come from? But she knew. It was because of the tingle. She hadn't recognized it at first but she did now. She had to think back to the things her mother had talked about when she was younger. When her mother was still alive. Her mother had spoken of finding your second half, your soul mate, your mate. Most people couldn't recognize the signs when they found their mate. But April wasn't most people. She was something more. Her mother had been a 'were'. She could shift into a wolf. She had believed that one day April would be able to as well even though her father had been human. Her mother had said that when she first saw her father she had felt an overpowering urge to strip him down naked (her mother had been very open). And when they touched, it was like there was electricity running all throughout her body. This is how April was so sure Cassy was her mate. Even though April hadn't been able to shift, yet, she could still smell and hear, see and feel better than any human. Her problem was now to try to convince Cassy they were destined to be together. Like that was going to be soooo easy. Yeah right. -------------------------- "So where do you want to go for lunch?" "Ummm... I dont care. Anywhere that serves good burgers is fine with me." Cassy grinned. "Well then. I know the perfect place. I'll drive." April got into the drivers seat while Cassy got into the passengers and they pulled away. ------------------------- They pulled into an elegant 2 story tudor home. "Where are we?" "My house. My parents left it to me after they died." "I'm sorry." "It's okay. I've been on my own for a while. No big deal." "So why are we here?" April grinned. "I make the best hamburgers in town." --------------------- She was in her house! Cassy wasn't quite sure how that happened. If she didn't know any better she might think that April did it on purpose. Was trying to seduce her. She laughed at that thought. April wouldn't try to seduce her. She doubted she even knew what Cassy had planned for her 'mate'. "So Cassy. Tell me about yourself." April said while opening the hamburger. "Well let's see. I moved here from Canada with my family. They'd love to learn I met..." my mate "...a friend already." She smiled at April. "Ya see, I'm not a very social person. I tend to be more of a loner." "Yeah me too. I must say that if you wish to be popular, being my frind is going to make that a little dificult. People tend to stay away from me. I guess it must be the animal in my blood." Cassy stiffened. Had she just said she had animal in her blood? "Animal in your blood?" April looked like she had been caught stealing money from her mom's purse. She gave her a sheepish smile. "It's nothing. Just something my mom used to say was why people didn't really like us. I think it meant we were wild so polite society frowned on us." "I see." She was lying. Cassy could smell it. Though why, she didn't know. What wasn't she saying? "Here." April handed her a hamburger. Cassy bit into it and pleasure assulted her mouth. She moaned and April smiled. "Told yah." They sat there in silence eating. Just staring at eachother. 'You are my mate' rang in Cassy's mind. She just had to get April to agree. ----------------------- "So this is my room." Why had she brought her in here? What was she going to do? Jump her or something? "It's beautiful." Cassy's voice brought April out of her thoughts. "Yeah?" And the bed's just as nice as it looks. Oh god. What was wrong with her? "You like wolves?" Cassy asked looking over the multitude of wolf figurines April kept to remind her of her mother. "Yeah. Aren't they beautiful?" April sounded full of grief and longing and she knew it, but there was nothing she could do about it. There was no turning back now. --------------------------- At the sound of April's voice Cassy felt the overpowering urge to comfort her. But why April needed comfort she didn't know. "April." Cassy whispered next to her right ear. Deligted when she shivered in the most delectable way and shuttered her eyes. "Yes?" It was but a faint whisper on her lips that only Cassy could hear being only mear inches from her lips. Cassy couldn't answer. Her brain muddled by the rush of want and need that consumed her from April's breath on her cheek. She closed her eyes trying to slow her rapidly beating heart. -------------------------------- When Cassy didn't respond April turned slowly, not sure what to expect. At Cassy's closed eyes and lust upon her lips April felt an unyeilding urge to kiss her. Her lust rising and spilling over, April grabbed Cassy's face between her palms and placed her lips upon Cassy's. Cassy's eyes flew open with recognition. April was kissing her! Not just a kiss but one filled with passion. Well, she wasn't going to leave her hanging. She thrust herself into the kiss heart and soul. Let April know that she had every intent of loving her until her eyes crossed and her toes curled. April moaned softly. Her mouth pure bliss. Like nothing she had ever tasted before. It was honey and chocolate and something distinctly April. Hands roamed, grabbing at clothing, trying to make the two bodies one. Cassy was pushed down and onto the bed, April stradling her hips. Pure unadulterated want splayed across her face and need in her eyes. How had April become the agressor? As a werewolf she didn't like anyone dominating her. Not even an Alpha but strangely she wanted April to dominate her. To own her, body, heart, mind, and soul. "Cassy?" Her voice a little breathless. "Yes?" Hers just as full of need. April bent down and took the flesh of Cassy's neck in her mouth and sucked causing Cassy to gasp. ------------------ She had to ask her. Needed to know how hard her task was going to be in convincing Cassy. But it was so hard to focus with her scent of the earth and honeysuckle and something almost magical filling all her senses. "Do you believe in the loup-garou?" Cassy tensed beneath her, not a good sign. She had to think quicly. She needed the answer to the question. She moved one hand up under Cassy's shirt and found a straining nub and pinched it, extracting a delicious hiss of pleasure from Cassy. She smiled while another hand went to the fly of Cassy's jeans. "Yes." "What?" "Yes. I believe." "Mate." April growled. Something deep and profound churning in her body and soul. ----------------------- Mate? She can feel it too? And the question about werewolves? She couldn't be full 'were' because if she had she would have felt it but perhaps she has it in her blood. And she knew it? Her mother! She had said they were dead and the way she looked at the wolf figurines... It all made sense. No wonder April had taken to her quicker than expected. Her loup-garou genes amplifying the urge greater than in a human. "You are - Oh my god!" Cassy clutched to April as she thrust a finger into her sex. Her thumb teasing the sensitive knob at the beginning of her folds. April laughed into the tender flesh of her collar bone. She never knew skin there could be so sensitive and connected to her sex. April began to speed up her thrusting as the spring in Cassy grew tighter. Her fingers pinching and caressing her nipple to far beyond taut. She inserted a second finger making Cassy believe the spring in her would make her explode, was the pleasure so intense. When April moved her mouth to Cassy's other breast Cassy came with April's name on her lips. Her caresses never seasing until her body was a pile of useless mush. Unmoving, except for her rapid breathing. April have moving off her to lay next to her on the bed watching Cassy intently. ------------------------ She believed! She was her mate. April watched Cassy come down from her orgasm. Her own need roaring to life as she watched her. Finally Cassy turned to her. A glitter to her eyes that made April squirm in anticipation. "You are loup-garou." A statement, not a question. "Only half." There was no need to lie to her mate. She would either accept her or she wouldn't. "My mother. My father was human." Cassy nodded. "I cannot shift though. I guess I'm too much like my father." Again she nodded. "You are my mate. It does not matter." April's mouth fell open. Cassy slowly slid off the bed and stood. She removed her clothing and stood naked before April. All creamiy pale skin and long flowing brown hair that sported golden highlights April hadn't noticed before. Cassy closed her eyes. Her body beginning to glow and grow. In a flash of powerful light and magic a brown timber wolf stood in front of April. "You are loup-garou?!?" Golden eyes glowed back at her from the great wolf. 'Yes'. The word in her head but that of Cassy's voice. "Did you just speak into my head?" 'Yes. You are my mate. You are loup-garou. You can hear me like this while I am in wolf form.' "Oh." 'And can you hear my thoughts as well in that form?' 'Yes'. Cassy smiled a toothy grin. "What?" April was confused. Why did she look like she wanted to eat her up? 'Ah. Because I do sweet April. Remove those unwanted clothing so I can feast upon you.' Words that would have frightened her had it been from any other wolf in her head, had her quivering with awareness. Did she mean to taste her in wolf form? 'Yes. You are little red riding hood and I am the big bad wolf. All the better to taste you my dear.' April stood and slowly peeled the clothing from her body. Entirely too aware of the wolf eying her hungrily. When she was divest of all clothing Cassy spoke to her. 'Lay back on the bed.' Her voice smooth and suggestive rather than demanding. She layed back unable to stop the shaking of anticipation. She felt the bed dip with the new weight of Cassy. She closed her eyes. A muzzle nuzzled the crook of her neck. Soft fur brushed a nipple making it taut and wanting attention. April gasped. Her hands twitching to feel the fur of her mate. Her breath coming out harshly. Her words husky, "May I touch you?" A soft chuckle in her head. 'Yes, my love, you may touch me.' April slid trembling hands into the fur at Cassy's neck. April was surprised to find the hairs as soft as silk. She gasped at the low erotic growl that came from Cassy at her touch. "Cassy." She whispered. Need lining her voice. Cassy nipped at her throat making her gasp, realizing that at any moment Cassy could crush her throat in her jaws if she wished. 'Do not worry, my mate, I would not harm you.' April relaxed back into her bed. Cassy slowly, torturously, nibbled her way down to April's breasts. She snaked out a long tongue and flicked the tip of one small peak. April gasped and tightened her grip in Cassy's fur. Cassy continued her torture on her nipple until April moaned in sexual frustration. She thought she was going to die. The extreme tingling and pooling of heat that ran from her breast to her lower regions. Cassy then moved to the other breast causing April to spiral higher and writh underneath her. "Cassy... I want to kiss you." April breathed. Before she could even blink there was a bright flash and a tingling. Then Cassy's mouth descended upon hers. April burried her fingers in her hair and held her close. Wrapping her legs around her waist. Cassy moved her hands to April's waist, her mouth to her neck. "April, I need to taste you. Will you let me?" "Yes! Oh god yes!" April unwrapped her legs from around Cassy's waist. Cassy claimed April's lips once more. "Mate!" She snarled before pulling away and lowering herself between April's legs. April caught her breath at the hungry look on Cassy's face as she stared at her moist sex. She extended one long finger and slid it down her opening. "Beautiful, my mate..." She looked up and locked gazes "...You're beautiful." April groaned at the thrill and pleasure her words envoked. -------------------- April closed her eyes and Cassy grinned. Her attention refocusing on the soft flesh in front of her. Shen inhailed, a scent that made her moan aloud. 'Mate'. God. She could never tire of that scent. It was distinctly April. She couldn't wait any longer. She moved her mouth over April's sex and pushed her tongue into her soft folds. April moaned and squirmed above her. Cassy continued to lick at the soft flesh until April was screaming out in ecstasy. She moved her administrations to the hard nub at April's entrance. April writhing even harder. Getting louder. Cassy inserted one long finger and April Came screaming her name. Cassy giggled. And moved up April's body. Leaving lazy kissed all along her flesh until she reached her lips and gently kissed April's still panting mouth. Cassy layed her head on April's breast and closed her eyes. Listening to April's shallow breathing and strong heart beat. Yes. She had found a good mate. A strong mate. An adorable woman and unselfish lover. April stirred beneath her and wrapped her arms around her head and began stroking her hair. "I love you." "And I you my precious April." April stilled. "But what of your family? Will they be okay that I'm not able to shift? Will they like me?" Cassy smiled. Will they like her? "Of course they'll like you. I love you. You are my mate. We do not choose our mates. We are meant for eachother. They will not be a problem." "Well then. I can't wait to meet them." And she smiled. ----------------------- to be continued... ------------------------ maybe. I don't know if I should continue on with this story or not. Maybe have them meet the family? Write back with any responses :-D Cassy Ch. 02 For anyone whose read my other story 'Cassy' this is her brother's story. I hope you all enjoy his encounter. -------------------------- The Universe, Earth, Europe, New England... A large gothic home lays waiting in the middle of nowhere... waiting...waiting...for something exciting to happen... --------------------- "Annabelle! I'm going now. Remember. I'm not coming back till after the weekend. You didn't need anything did you?" "No." Yes. I need to feel again. Please Gloria. Can you make me feel again? "Alright honey. Don't worry and get some color back in those cheeks. Some sun would do you good. Love you and I'll see you soon." "Bye." That's what they said. They lied. They never saw me again. But I saw them. Cold and lifeless. Mom...Dad...Sarah...Why? I miss you. It's one a.m. I'm up. I'm always up. "Howoooo!" A wolf. It brings me comfort. Knowing I'm not the only one out there. I wonder if they're as lonely as me. "Howooo." Again. Closer. Is he calling for a mate? Someone to love...? I feel unexplainably drawn to the window. Knowing somehow what I'll see when I draw back the curtain. There he is. Large. A good 200 pounds. Black as the night itself except for one white toe that shines as brightly in the dark as if it was one of the stars in the sky. Yet what I am drawn to the most is his eyes. Golden brown in their depths. Swirling and filled with a knowledge and intellect far beyond that of any wild creature. Almost... human. I stand there for what seems an eternity unblinking, staring at those golden eyes. Something seems to pass between us as an electrical current passes through my body. My soul seems to cry out to this creature. Needing to be with it. We are one. I blink and he is gone. I feel empty inside. The need still throbbing through my veins. What was that about? Feeling so electrified by a dog? No. Not a dog, never a dog, a wolf. Sigh. What has gotten into me? Am I so lonely as to make up things in my head? Yes. I am. I open the window. The air smells of summer. A cold breeze brushes my hair from my face. I love the summer, especially at night, when you can hear all the wildlife out and about. A rain drop hits me on the cheek. I close my eyes and let the rain come spilling through the window and onto my body. I shiver, my nipples becoming hard in the cold. I reach a hand up and pinch one single nipple. A moan escaping my lips. My other hand travels to the juncture between my thighs. I'm wet there as well. I begin to rub myself. Seeing those eyes, those all knowing eyes. -Crash- -glass shattering- My eyes flash open and I quickly swing around to face my door. What the hell was that? It sounded as if it came from downstairs. Slightly soggy, I move out of my room and down the stairs. I round the corner and am greeted with a large branch sticking through the living room window. Glass was everywhere, leaves and twigs littering the carpet. I walked over to the branch, careful to avoid the glass. I tried pushing on it and when that didn't work I tried pulling. Still it didn't move. Looked like I was going to have to go outside. I was already wet so I didn't see the point of donning a jacket. I grabbed a flashlight and threw open the front door, only to run face first into a large unyielding force. "Ow." I exclaimed and steadied myself. I looked down to see large bare feet. What? I looked up, and up, and up. He had to be a good 6 ½ feet tall, at least. With my 5'3" frame I felt like a dwarf. He was soaked in loose sweat pants and a button down. His shoulder length black hair falling in his eyes which were half closed. He was gorgeous. Or what I could see of him was. He swayed. Throwing one muscular arm out to stop his fall against the door frame. I looked closer. He seemed ready to pass out any second. "Oh my god. Are you all right?" He blinked, eyes trying to focus. "No." His voice was hoarse and deep. It made my legs weak. His eyes focused on me. Deep golden brown. I sucked in a breath. I knew those eyes. I couldn't breath. Everything went dark. ------------------------------- She was beautiful, but I had already known that. "Oh my god. Are you alright?" Musical, her voice was musical. The worry on her face was adorable. I blinked, my eyes going in and out of focus. Was I alright? "No." The truth. Our eyes met. Electricity buzzed throughout my whole body. She gasped. Her eyes rolled into her head and she started to fall to the ground. I caught her before she landed. It took all my remaining strength no to go down with her. She wasn't heavy, quite the contrary, she was as light as a feather. I just didn't have any strength left from... the fight. Oh god. I barely made it this time. I won, but not for long. They'll send more. They always send more. I needed to get help. Needed to get home. We were in danger. I couldn't stay long. We couldn't stay long. I would have to take her with me. Now that I was holding her I wouldn't be able to let her go. She was mine. She shifted in my arms to curl up against my chest. Reminding me of both our vulnerability. I closed the door and focused on her scent. It was overwhelming. I had to find her room. Need to put her down. I found the trail easy enough. I walked up the stairs and almost collapsed when I reached her room. I almost laid her down when I realized we were both soaked. I had to get her dry. I looked around for a towel and couldn't find one. My head started spinning and I almost fell, taking the girl down with me. I quickly laid her down on the bed and removed her night gown. I sucked in a breath and became light headed again. She was perfect. Long jet black hair framed her face and body which was a fragile porcelain color that seemed to glow in the dark. She wasn't thin but curvy in all the right places. Her breasts just the right size to fill my hands and hips meant for bearing children. Someday...my children... I grinned to myself at that thought. She moaned and it brought me to my senses. She may be mine but this wasn't how I wanted it to happen. Didn't want to push myself on her. She needed to come to me. Staring at her and having her wake up on me like this was not the way for that to happen. I noticed the blue tinge to her lips and goose bumps on her flesh, and quickly covered her with the sheets. Now that I noticed it... I was shaking from the cold myself. I staggered over to the open window and closed it. Shaking I saw the arm chair next to the bed and decided that was where I was going to sleep. She probably wouldn't appreciate me getting in bed with her. I undressed and threw my wet clothes to the ground to dry. Flopping in the chair I sat there exposed to the world. She probably wouldn't like that either. I grabbed a blanket from the floor and threw it over myself. I sat there listening to her breath, wondering what she would do when she saw us like this in the morning when sleep consumed me. ---------------------- My head hurt. I opened my eyes and sun light blinded me. I must have forgotten to close the curtains before getting in bed. Wait. How did I get in bed? I blinked against the sunlight and my eyes focused on a large half naked man in my arm chair. What the hell? I sat up quickly in bed. My sheets falling to rest at my waist. Cold air greeted my flesh and my nipples hardened. I looked down. I was naked! Oh my god! I grabbed my sheets and drew them up to my chin. I was naked! Had he raped me last night? I did a self check and I didn't feel sore anywhere. No blood coated my thighs. No bruises anywhere. I blew out a breath relieved. He hadn't raped me after all. He moaned and shifted in his sleep. His shoulder length black hair falling away from his face revealing handsome features. He had a strong jaw, high cheek bones, long eye lashes and sensuous lips. They were made for kissing. My insides tightened. Last night came rushing back to me. The storm. The window. Him. The wolf. His eyes... Those eyes. They were the wolf's eyes. Those too smart eyes. He was the wolf. He is the wolf. It didn't matter that he wasn't supposed to be real. He was. And he was in my room. I shivered. Not from fright but from the memory of the way those eyes made me feel. I clenched my legs together. My eyes continued downward to his strong chest and arms. He had a broad chest and tapered waist. He shifted again and the blanket that was barely covering him fell even more to the ground. It exposed one strong thigh and left little to the imagination as it hugged his sex and other leg. It was long and seemed to be getting longer and harder the more I stared. As if my staring alone was willing it into attention. I sucked in a breath. I knew I shouldn't but I had to get a closer look. I gathered one of my sheets around me and left the bed. -------------------------- She was staring. I could feel it. I decided to put on a little show for her. I shifted in my seat and the thin blanked fell exposing my thigh and outlining my cock. Her breathing quickened and I was right. She was staring. I started getting hard at that point. I tried to calm it down but her sharp intake of breath broke all power I had over it. I heard the sheets move and her small weight hit the ground. I tensed. Should I 'wake up' or just stay still and let her leave? Her steps came closer. She wasn't leaving? I was the opposite direction of the door. She came over and stood mere inches away. My heart rate picked up. She leaned over me and drew in a deep breath. Then sighed. Did she just smell me? I had to repress a smile. She was bold and used her senses. Good. I felt gentle hands push my hair away from my face and slowly move down my jaw. Her touch left a tingle sensation in its wake. Her hands moved to my neck then shoulders. She gently massaged my pectorals and when her nails grazed my nipples I had to suppress a groan as they stood to attention wanting her to examine them more thoroughly. Her hands continued on their path downwards to where the blanket met my stomach. She tentatively grabbed the blanket and dragged it off my body. My cock now released from its confines sprang to full attention just for her. She sucked in a sharp breath. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to end this little game before I did something rash and ravished her right there. ----------------------------- When I removed the blanket I almost passed out. He was huge! How would he ever fit inside me? Wait a minute! What was I talking about? I was NOT going to have sex with this man! Was I? My body tightened in the thought. I started to become extremely wet. Oh god. That's not good. "Enjoying the view?" A deep husky voice made me jump. I looked up and met golden knowing eyes filled with laughter... and... lust?? He stretched and his member caught my attention again. And he knew it. "I...um...well..." He grinned up at me. Silently laughing. Fine. "Well I figured I should be able to see you naked. I mean. It's only fair. You saw ME naked!" He flat out started laughing at me. A rich laugh that made me want to grin too. "What?" Trying to hide my smile. "Nothing. It's just. I never would have expected a small thing like yourself to be so...bold." He had a genuine smile on his sensuous lips. It made my knees weak. I grinned. I couldn't help it. "Well I tend to blurt things out when I'm in an awkward situation. And I must say. You catching me gawking at your nudity was defiantly awkward for me." He stood and I was frozen in place, unable to move as he approached me. His eyes filled with lust he leaned into me. Breathing into my ear. "You didn't answer my question." I trembled at his touch. "What question?" "Were you enjoying the view?" he asked throatily. Of this hot supernatural being? Naked before me? Who made me tingle with even the slightest glance? I wonder... "Yes." I replied breathlessly. "Well so had I." My legs finally gave out at that. He caught me and I felt the hard plains of his body. The opposite of my own. His large member pressing into my hip. Heat shot through my body and rested at my core. I lost my grip on the sheet covering my body and it slid down my body. Exposing me to him. When our flesh connected we both moaned at the sudden contact. Oh god it felt so right. His body pressed against mine. I wanted to be closer. One with him. I wanted him inside me. God he was so hard. I opened my eyes. Hadn't even realized I had closed them. His were shuttered. Staring at me. Glazed over with... lust? Yes. Lust. Gold eyes staring at me intently. Watching me. Waiting. My heart rate sped up and I thought I would pass out again. Reality snapped back into place. I was crushed up against a...man? Was he a man? He was also wolf, was he not? He shifted. Barely. But enough to probe that he was indeed a man. No way to forget that. He may be wolf but he was all man. And what a man! He was gorgeous and rugged and delicious. But who was he? A thought hit me. "I don't even know your name." It came out a bit more breathless than I had intended. I licked my lips. His eyes followed the movement. "Nor I yours." He smiled and rocked against my center. We groaned in unison. It felt so good. "Annabelle." I hissed out. "Annabelle." My name on his lips made me shiver. He seemed to be savoring it on his tongue, the way his eyes closed then opened again, slightly glazed over. "Rogue. Call me Rogue." His mouth came crashing down on mine. I should have fought him. This...being. This man...I didn't even know anything about. I should have done ANYTHING but reach up and wrap my arms around his neck. Run my fingers through his hair and throw myself into the kiss. Rub myself up and down his body. Smash my breasts into his chest. But I didn't. He growled. Growled! And wrapped his arms around me. Pulling me even closer. One hand moving up to cradle the back of my head. The other trailing down my spine to cup my ass. Lifting me so my clit rubbed against his erection. I gasped. Opening my mouth wider he thrust his tongue inside. I had never been kissed before and this was all almost too much for me to handle. My eyes threatened to roll back into my head from it all. His grip tightened and I was lifted from the ground. I wrapped my legs around his waist. Trapping his erection between our bodies. His hand on my ass creeped lower and found my soaking lips. I gasped and broke the kiss. My back arched and my breasts thrust into his face. His mouth quickly moved to a very tight, very erect nipple, and enveloped it. I almost came right there. ------------------------ Annabelle! Annabelle! ANNABELLE! Delicious, beautiful, wet, and oh so responsive. She felt so good. Her slim legs wrapped around my waist bringing her soaking core into contact with my erection. So wet. So hot. I'm in tortured heaven. Her hard little nipple engulfed by my mouth. Her taste... We both moan. She's so small, I feel like I'm holding a pillow. Not a full grown woman. She's just as soft. My fingers find her entrance. I slide one long calloused finger into her heat from behind. She sucks in a breath forcing her breasts more into my awaiting mouth. I pump my finger in and out slowly. Drawing out her pleasure. Slowly bringing her pleasure. I lift her higher so my fingers have greater access. She's rubbing herself against me. Both giving me pleasure and extracting her own. I insert a second finger. Stretching her wider. Intensifying the pressure. Deeper they go. Stroking faster. Deeper, deeper, deeper. I hit resistance, a barrier. Her hymen. My fingers still inside her. She barely notices, her hips rising and falling on my fingers. She's still a virgin. I hadn't thought of that. The fact that she had never been touched. That I was the first. Made me growl, something low in my throat and animalistic. My beast close to the surface. "Mine." I growl. Can't hold it back. God I hope I didn't frighten her. "Yes." She breathes. "Yours." I groan. Oh god. I think my erection got even harder. My fingers begin their work again. This time my thumb circling and finding her little erect nub. She moans excitedly. She's close. So close. "Oh god Rogue... It feels so g-g-good..." I smile around her breast. She was so responsive, so honest, so beautiful... I didn't even care anymore about my own release. There was only Annabelle's pleasure, her own release. "Yes Annabelle, cum for me." I inserted a finger and she screamed with the force of her orgasm. She held on so tight. So tight. Then the spasms stopped and her body went lip in my arms. Her breathing hard. I kept one hand planted firmly on her ass and moved the other one up to cradle the back of her head holding her close to me. I whispered little soothing words in her ear. Totally forgotten was my own release. My member throbbing between us. Annabelle slowly wrapped her arms around my neck. Tangling her fingers in my hair. She lifted her head from my neck and stared into my eyes. Gold meeting a stormy grey. Beautiful eyes. God she took my breath away. Her body called to me. Her personality called to my intellect. The woman was quickly stealing my heart. She was destined to be my mate but mortals didn't always take well to my kind. And not many of us would accept a mating between species. Some could be loveless matings. Not this one. She would love me as I was coming to love her. She smiled. A shy smile. Now that the quick passion had passed she was feeling self-conscious. I would have none of that. If she was to be my mate she would need to shed her fear. Her fear of me. ----------------------------- Oh god. What had I just done? I had practically thrown myself at him. This man that wasn't really a man. I finally got the courage to lift my head from his shoulder. He was staring at me. Those gold eyes piercing into my soul. I blushed. A small smile forming on my lips. He looked at me. He looked sad. Disappointed? I looked away. I couldn't handle that stare. That look of disappointment. His hand left my neck and I felt it on my cheek. "Annabelle." That pleading demanding tone made me turn and look at him. His eyes were full of an emotion I couldn't place. Or didn't want to recognize... "Don't ever be afraid of me. Everyone fears me. I won't have you be one too." Afraid? Of him? I was terrified! Not though of what or who he was but of the feelings he caused in me. He slowly lowered his lips to mine. Giving me plenty of opportunity to turn away. I didn't. Our kiss started soft and slow. Soon turning deep and passionate. He broke the kiss and slowly lowered me to the ground. I hadn't even noticed it in my shyness. He was rock hard. Never gotten his release. I had selfishly sought mine while he was left behind. "I'm sorry." I said. He looked at me confused. "Why?" "You. Ummm... Never got your release." He smiled. A smile that made my insides tighten and burn up. "I hardly even noticed." It just rolled off his tongue and made me think of dark stormy nights. I blushed. My stomach growled. He laughed. "Hungry?" "Apparently." I laughed. He turned around and walked to his clothing on the floor. Presenting me with a very nice view of his ass. I practically purred. He had such a great body. Such a nice muscular back and shoulders. I drooled. He grabbed his pants and pulled them on. Covering his tight ass, muscular thighs, and large member from my view. I frowned. I had liked the view. He turned and smiled at me. Eyes laughing, he had known exactly what I was thinking. His gaze turned heated. Cassy Ch. 02 "If you don't dress, I'm afraid I will forget your stomach and ravage you till we're both sated." I sucked in a breath. Heat pooling in my core. On god, I wish he would. He grinned and left the room. I sighed. Oh god. Well. I had asked to feel again. And I did. Oh. How I did. Ahhhhhhh... Love. Love?! Where had that thought come from? I felt a tingling spread through my body. Yes. Love. Crap. I barely knew Rogue and I had fallen head over heels for him. What was I going to do about it? I didn't know. I ran and threw on a sweater and shorts then walked downstairs. The smell of bacon drew me to the kitchen. Rogue was busy at work making what looked to be a feast. I sat down at he counter and he set a plate full of delicious food in front of me. My stomach rumbled and I began eating. Rogue sat across from me and we ate. I broke the silence. "Rogue?" "Yes?" "Tell me about yourself. I don't even know you." He blushed. "I forget that." He looked thoughtful for a while. "Well... my name is Rogue Reeds. Ummm..." He seemed lost. I decided to get him off the hook. "Here. Let me go first... My name is Annabelle Edwards. I'm 19 years old..." He gaped at me. "That young?" "Yes. Anyways I live here alone, except for Gloria, who comes and takes care of me. She's been around since before my parents and little sister died." "I'm sorry." He grabbed my small hand and cradled it in his. "It's okay. That was a long time ago. I hardly remember them alive. Except for Sarah. She always was the outgoing one. Dragging me along to climb trees and skip rocks. The exact opposite of me. With her blonde hair and green eyes, you wouldn't even know we were related. She was beautiful... The last time I saw them alive they were taking Sarah to school. I was sick and couldn't go. If it wasn't for me they wouldn't have had to take Sarah to school late. They were hit by a drunk driver driving the wrong way down the road... The next time I saw them was when we were at the funeral..." I took a breath. "So Rogue... What exactly are you?" He started. "What do you mean?" I just stared. "I know you're not human. And I know you were the wolf outside my window." His mouth fell open. "I...I..." I just waited. He took a deep breath and started. "I am a werewolf or loup-garou." "Thought so." "How did you know?" "Your eyes. They're the same. Can I see?" He looked at me dumbfounded and nodded his head. Slowly he stood and removed his pants. I had only a second to ponder what he was doing before he seemed to glow. A sudden flash of bright light blinded me. When I regained my vision the large black wolf from outside my window stood in my kitchen. He stood there staring at me. Fear and... desperation? Shone in those eyes. Fear I would run from him? Desperate for my acceptance? Poor man. He already had my love! Of course he had my acceptance. I could never be afraid of him. I stood and reached down. He moved closer and made contact with my hand. His fur was just as soft as the hair on his head. He was beautiful. "Beautiful." He grinned up at me. Toothy. A grin only a wolf can make. He licked my hand and stepped away. A blink of my eyes and he was all man again. "This doesn't frighten you? I thought about it for about 2 seconds. "No." "Why not?" I walked towards him. "Because... I think I love you." Then I kissed him. Hard and deep and full of every emotion I was feeling for him. He resisted for the briefest of seconds then returned the kiss fully. He picked me up. Never breaking the kiss and taking me up the stairs to my room. My clothing flew everywhere. --------------------------------- She loves me! She loves me! Me! As I am! Our bodies met and the sparks flew. We fell to the bed, both laughing and kissing. We started rubbing against each other. My erection coming in contact with her wet heat. I stilled and she opened her eyes to stare at me. She took my breath away. "Are you sure about this Annabelle?" "Yes. I love you. I don't want to be alone anymore. Make love to me." "Oh, Annabelle. I love you. You are my mate." "Mate?" "My destined." She smiled and I kissed her I positioned myself at her entrance. "This will hurt. I'm sorry." "It's okay. I trust you." "Oh Annabelle." I thrust forward and broke her hymen. She barely even whimpered. My strong Annabelle. The love of my life. My destined. "Are you okay?" "Yes. Keep moving. Don't stop." And I did. I started out slow. Then when she started thrusting her hips up to meet mine I sped up the pace. Soon we were both panting and moaning our pleasure. We both reached our orgasms in unison. We lay there entwined for what seemed like hours. "Now what?" "I have to keep moving." "Why?" "Some bad people are after me. I need help." "Where are you going?" "To my family. They can help me. That and I just heard my little sister Cassy found her mate. I would really like to meet her." "Her?" "Yes. April. What? You didn't know werewolves could be gay as well?" "Well. I had never thought about it. I'm sure they're nice. When we going to see them?" "We?" "Yes, WE. I love you. I'm your mate. I'm coming too." I smiled. "My strong little Annabelle. We leave tomorrow." -------------------------- Dear Gloria, I found the one person who can make me whole again. I'm in love. I hope you wish me well. I'll call you when we're settled. I love you and thanks for all your help all these years. Bye, Annabelle P.S. He's gorgeous! Gloria looked down at the note and smiled. --------------------- To be continued... Please write back with any comments you may have. Thanks Cassy Ch. 03 This is the next "chapter" in the series, I guess you don't have to read the other ones to get this one but I recommend it. Now. This is guy on guy so if you find that offensive then stop reading now. Also if you are looking for hardcore action then you're reading the wrong story. It kind of takes a while to get there but it's worth the wait. I hope. ------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------ -Stretch- -yawn- I open my eyes. Oh god. Such bright light. I stretch again, my muscles stretching and coiling. Oh god. It feels so good. I run a hand down my chest and flat stomach. So hard and soft at the same time. God I love the male body. I sit up in bed and look at my clock. 7:00 am. I grin. Still early. Hours before everyone's supposed to get here. I can still go for a run. I stand and find my sweatpants on the ground. I put them on and head out of my room and down the stairs. I'm on tiptoes. Need to be quiet. "Loki! Get in here and help me with this!" "Crap" "I heard that! You can't hide from your mother." -Sigh- I go into the living room and find my mother standing on a chair holding the end of a sign in her hand. Even though she's well into her fifties she doesn't look a day over twenty-five. For the same reason Rogue only looks twenty five instead of his thirty-one and why Cassy's never going to look any older than she does now. "Loki, stand at the other end and grab that, will you?" -Sigh- "Fine". I grab the sign and pin it up. We both stand back and I stare at the sign. "Welcome home Rogue, Cassy, and Mates?" I look down at her, my six foot towering over her five foot. "Mates? How do you know they're bringing home mates? Didn't they both just say they had a surprise, or whatever?" She smiled at me like I was slow or something. "Oh honey, what surprises could they BOTH have? Something they'd like to show us? What else could it be?" I rolled my eyes. "Well I hope you're right. If not you're going to look really stupid." "Don't worry; my mother's intuition has never failed me. Now run along, that's all I needed." She shooed me out of the room and I continued my way out of the house. I headed to the woods and started running. Stupid Rogue and Cassy. Of course they were bringing mates. They had found the love of their lives and I was stuck here at home with mom and dad. Why haven't I just left? Because I have nowhere to go. That and I feel like I should stay. I don't know how to explain it just; that wherever I go far from home and these woods I get so homesick I become ill. Still don't know why that is. Maybe I just have horrible separation anxiety? "Shit" I trip over a root and land on my face. I roll over onto my back and just lay there. "Man. I thought werewolves were supposed to be graceful." I run my hands down my chest and come away with blood on my hands. Looking down I see deep scrapes all along my bare chest. "Crap" Well at least they should heal before they show up. I really should have put a shirt on before leaving. I put my hands behind my head and wait. For what? I don't know. I guess I just don't have anything better to do. I wonder what they'll be like? Their mates... they'll both be female of course. Are they human though? Or werewolves too? It's hard to say. A rustling noise brings me back to the woods. A giant silver wolf is standing a few feet away to my right. Staring straight at me. I quickly close my eyes as a tingling sensation courses through my body. I know it off to fear. Everyone thinks werewolves and wolves get along real well and they think all werewolves get along together. Not true. Most wolves hate us. They will attack on sight or run as far away as possible. Crap, crap, crap, what will it do? I don't want to die! Well, not today, not like this. I lay perfectly still, hoping against hope they'll just walk on by. I feel a cold nose prod my side. My eyes shoot open. It's smelling my wounds! It's going to eat me! A long tongue snakes our and licks one. I shiver. A tingling going down my body and resting in my cock. I moan and it continues to lick faster. Slowly going lower until it reaches my pants. Licking the sensitive flesh below my belly button, I start writhing in pleasure. "Oh god. Don't stop." I hear musical male laughter in my head, a deep voice, so sensual. 'I wasn't planning on it.' I jump and sit up onto my elbows. "What?!" He laughs again and puts one large silver paw on my chest and gently pushes me back down. I could have fought him but I was too shocked to do anything but comply. 'You taste so good. And you look amazing. Your body... if I was a cat I'd purr.' "Oh god, that's cheesy." He chuckles then becomes serious. 'I want to see more of you.' I can't find it funny anymore. "Yes" I pant, "Wait!" He stops licking me and looks up. 'What?' I sit up and crawl away form in. I feel small, so small compared to him. Which is weird since I'm small by no means. In fact I tower over most people but with him. I feel really vulnerable. I curl up into a ball, hugging my legs. "I don't even know you. I mean, who are you? What's your name?" He walks towards me and sits at my feet. ------------------------------------------- I make eye contact. He has such beautiful gold eyes, they go perfectly with his golden blonde hair and lightly bronzed skin. All he's wearing is a pair of sweatpants, but that's all he needs. So beautiful. And he's going to be mine. Just looking at him makes a tingling go all throughout my body. My toes curl and my tail wags. I can't help it. I would shift and let him see me but I left my clothing elsewhere... And the first time he sees me in human form I would like to be clothed, even if the things I'd like to do to him don't involve clothing at all. "Who ARE you?" I guess I daydreamed for too long. 'Sorry... My name is Ryan.' He smiled. "Ryan, I like that, my name is..." "Loki! Come on! You're brother and sister should arrive any moment!" "Damn." He sighed. "I have to go but I hope to see you again..." With that he got up and left me. 'Loki... delicious.' I watched his tight backside disappear around the trees. Well, I better get back to the others, they had enough alone time, I think. I walk back to camp, only to find Rogue and Annabelle packing up. Annabelle sees me first. "Hey Ryan, find anything interesting?" I stop and give her a tail wag. Yes, I have, my mate! Loki... She just smiles. She can't hear me. "Go! Change back and tell us all about it." I trotted off and changed back, after locating my clothing. Once redressed in a button down and jeans I met up with them again. "So...? Out with it." Annabelle was a small little thing with long black hair and pale skin. Still just a baby but Rogue's mate. She smiled up at me. "I met my mate in the woods." She squealed. "Oh my god! Really? Give us details!" "Calm down honey, and let the man speak." Rogue joined Annabelle and wrapped her arms around her, placing his head on top of hers. "He's beautiful..." I sighed. "Tall, built, blonde, luscious lips and the goldest eyes I've ever seen." Rogue stiffened behind Annabelle. "What's his name?" I fell reluctant to tell him. "Loki. Why?" "You are so lucky I like you and that we've been allies since you found me all those years ago." "Why is he lucky? What's wrong?" Annabelle looked up at Rogue. I didn't like where this was going. He separated himself from Annabelle and walked towards me. I stood my ground, you should never show weakness, no matter how murderous the other person's eyes are. He stood an inch away from my face and wouldn't break eye contact. His golden brown meeting my icy blue, almost clear eyes. Something that's unnerved even the bravest of us. But they've never bothered Rogue. His face was grim. Then he broke out in a giant grin and gave me a great big hug. "What?" I was so confused. "Welcome to the family." He stepped back and wrapped an arm around Annabelle. I was even more confused than before. "What do you mean?" "Your mate, Loki, you met him in these woods, right?" "Yeah, so?" "Well, Mr. Beautiful is my little brother." He smiled. I stared open mouthed at him. "Your, your little brother?!?" "Yeah." "Ummm... how little...?" I was suddenly terrified. How much older than him was I?" He seemed reluctant to tell me. Looking away from me he spoke, "Well, he just turned nineteen in April." "Nineteen! He's just a baby!" He laughed. "He may be a baby but he's not innocent and I think he's been lonely. You'll be good for him." Annabelle spoke up, "Hey, and I'm eighteen, so it won't be that bad. Don't worry about it. I still can't believe he's your brother, wow, this is such a small world." "You have no idea." Rogue rolled his eyes and hugged Annabelle closer. "Well I guess we aughta get going. Come on, they're expecting us." ------------------------------------------- The doorbell rings. My mom squeals "Oooh! They're here! They're here!" From where I'm sitting on the stairs I see a blonde head stop to a halt in front of the door. She opens it. "Cassy! Welcome home honey. And who is this lovely creature? Oh do come in." She steps back. I stand up and head slowly down the stairs. Cassy's home. And she did bring someone. I already knew she would. I come around the corner and am tackled to the ground. "Welcome home Cassy." She smiles from on top of me. "Glad to be back little brother." I should have been expecting that, why would I think that she would have changed? Same old Cassy. I sit up and wrap my arms around her and hold her close. I stand up with her in my arms and swing her around. She laughs and I set her down when I spy a tiny little raven haired girl standing next to my mom. "Hello..." I walked over to her with my best strut, giving her a cocky grin. I love messing around with my sister. "...and who might this cutie be?" Cassy smacks me and walks up to her 'friend' and wraps an arm around her. "Oh stop that. Don't mind him. He's harmless, AND gayer than I am." I smile "It's true, the male body fascinates me." "Loki, meet my mate April, April meet my little brother Loki." "Hi." She's so shy. She's wearing a sweater that hugs her figure nicely, though she seems self-conscious. Must be Cassy's idea. "Mate?" I look at Cassy with one raised brow. "Well congrats, and April, welcome to the family." I grab them both in my arms and hug them. "So where's Rogue and company?" Cassy asks. "Hey and where's dad?" "Oh your fathers in the kitchen cooking away like a mad thing, wants everything to be perfect for everyone. You know him; Victor's just so excited about seeing everyone again." At that my father walked into the hallway with all his glory. I wanted to laugh. My father at six foot six, 200 pounds, long red hair in a pony tail down to his ass, a man who could easily strike fear into the hearts of men, came walking out wearing a pink floral apron. "Are you four talking about me?" "Oh, of course we are." Dad bent down the full foot and a half to reach mom on her tippy-toes and give her a kiss. I found myself imagining kissing a handsome man named Ryan. A man with ice blue eyes. I shivered and the doorbell rang. Cassy led April into the living room, leaving us in the hall. Dad opened the door and Rogue and a small girl with black hair down to her waist and grey eyes walked through the door. "Hey mom, dad, this is Annabelle, my mate." "Welcome, just call us Ivy and Victor, oh, you're sister and her mate are in the living room." Rogue smiled. Then turned to me. "Hey Loki. Meet Annabelle." I shook her hand. She gave me a knowing look. What did she know that I didn't? "Hey lets go into the living room. Ryan'll be in in a minute." My ears perked. What? Everyone went into the other room leaving me dumbstruck in the hallway. I just stared after them, unable to do anything else. This seemed to be something that was happening a lot lately. I felt a tap on my shoulder and jumped when an electrical current ran down my spine and rested in my cock. I'm not going to turn around. I'm not going to turn around. I'm not going to turn around... ...I turn around... ...And stare into the clearest, bluest eyes I have ever seen, for the second time today. He stares down at me and smiles. It's a devastating grin that leaves me weak in the knees. He has the straightest, whitest teeth. His nose is straight and perfect. And those lips?! Oh dear god! Made specifically for sinful nights under the stars and moon. His hair is like spun silver, the silken strands falling down to the middle of his back are tied up in a leather thong. Oh how I want to free that hair and feel it through my fingers and tickle my naked flesh. I catch myself reaching out to do such a thing. God. What was I thinking? ----------------------------------- He was about to touch me. My smile gets broader. I really wish he would. I'm dying to touch him myself. I can't take the space between us so as he retracts his hand I grab it, as if to shake hands. An intense tingle goes throughout my entire body. Loki jumps but I revel in it, knowing it means we're supposed to be together. I close my eyes and just feel Loki's smooth flesh in my hand. Listening to his breathing, which gets faster the longer I just hold on to him I open my eyes and stare at those golden eyes and pouty lips that are currently slightly open. A small pink tongue passes, leaving a moist trail in its wake. I'm now harder than I've ever been in my whole life. All my years have been spent preparing for this gorgeous animal in font of me. "We haven't properly been introduced. My name is Ryan, Ryan Gudó. I'm your brother's friend." Well let's see how he can handle that, for now. His mouth falls farther open. I clench my jaw to keep it closed and stop myself from kissing that beautiful shocked mouth. He shakes his head as if to clear his head. Reminding me of the animal beneath the skin. "Sorry. My name is Loki. Welcome to our home. You said you were Rogue's 'friend'?" He practically growled out the last work. He sounded... jealous. I doubt be even realized what he did. "Yes I did." His grip on my hand tightens. "We met a few months back when I found him wounded in the woods." "What?!" He removes his hand from min and instantly I feel the loss of his touch. I hadn't realized how much I would ache for it, for him. "Yes. There are some bad 'people' after your brother. Don't worry; your brother will explain everything. He just doesn't want you guys to worry right now. He wants this to be a happy meeting." "Ok. This is going to definitely freak out my mom." "I know... so, Loki, do you think you could help me with the bags?" I give him a flirty eyebrow wiggle. He smiles and nods. --------------------------------------- Oh god, Rogue is in trouble? He gives me an eyebrow wiggle and I can't help but smile. God he's gorgeous. Help him with the bags? Of course! I nod my head yes. "We can put their things in their old bedrooms. Mom couldn't bear to change anything." He smiles. Oh god. So beautiful. We grab the bags and head upstairs. Ryan in the lead. I stare at his strong muscular back, ass, and legs. They're so perfect; I just want to run my fingers all over him. To taste every inch of his backside. I shiver. "Right in front of you is Cassy's room, and to the right is Rogue's." "Do you have a guest room? Somewhere I can put my bag?" He looks at me, waiting for an answer. Where IS he going to stay? "We don't have a guest room. Not really a need for one. We don't get many house guests." "Do you perchance have a pull out couch maybe? I can sleep outside in the tent if not." Sleep outside? With people after Rogue? Then he would be in danger. The thought of Ryan in danger made my heart race and my vision turn red. "Are you okay? You look a little murderous." I look at his face. That perfect ethereal face. He looks genuinely concerned. I breathe. "Yes. I'm fine. Sorry. That's never happened before." Breath. "We don't have a pull out sofa but please don't sleep in the yard." Breathe again. "You can stay in my room. I have a king so there'd be plenty of room for both of us." He looks down at me surprised, but still smiling he nods his head in agreement. Wait! Backup, did I just offer him to share my bed with my? Yes, I did. "Here" I take his bag and numbly carry it to my room. I'm too shocked to do anything else. My room is at the end of the hall so unless you wanted me you wouldn't have any reason to continue on after the bathroom. I open the door and enter. "Oh, sorry about the room. I kinda went through an all black gothic faze. I haven't changed anything though because I really like my silk sheets." I smile, remembering the feel of them gliding along my bare skin. He looks around my room which looks less like a teen's room and more like a scene from a vampire movie. Ha! A werewolf in a vampire clothing! I look at Ryan and suck in a breath. Standing in front of a black backdrop his silver hair and size are even more dramatic. My mouth waters and I feel as if I'm going to pass out due to lack of oxygen going to my brain. Ryan looks at me. "Are you okay?" "Yeah." No! I start to go down. ----------------------------- He didn't look right. Like he couldn't breath. "Are you okay?" "Yeah." He wasn't. He started to fall to the ground. I took the two feet to him and caught him in my arms. My hands wrapped around his waist and head, I pull our bodies together. Our groins make contact and we groan in unison. After the wave of pleasure, I'm now breathing hard as well. He looks up into my eyes and I begin to feel light headed. Again I ask. "Are you okay?" He smiles a lazy grin. "I am now." He reaches behind me and brings our mouths together in a bruising kiss. We devour each other. Oh god, he tastes so good. Like earth and water and fire and air. He tastes like life. I need this; I need him, just to survive another minute in this world. His hand was rough and gentle on the back of my head. His mouth taking what he wanted and giving me everything he had in return. His other hand came around my waist and he held me close. I felt a tugging at the tie in my hair and soon my hair came spilling free. He moaned into my mouth at the feel of my silvery strands through his fingers. Ah, so he's a sensualist, not many of us are. We seek out our pleasure at an animalistic level. We aren't selfish lovers though. We give back just as much as we take, usually without complaints. But Loki, oh Loki, our joining would not be rough but slow, with love in every touch. Oh how I'm going to make him beg for me. He slowed down the kiss, made it more sensual. I was on fire with every stroke of his tongue against my own. Maybe it would be I who was begging for him. He's going to kill me this way. I need more contact. I move my hand from his waist to his tight butt. We both groan as it brings our groins more firmly together. Oh god. --------------------------------- Oh god. Why am I reacting this way to Ryan? I barely know him. I shouldn't be kissing him. I shouldn't be dying for his touch. I shouldn't be wishing we were both naked on my bed. Him inside me, thrusting. But I was. Oh god. I need to be closer. His hand on my ass, our groins pressed together, I move my hand from his waist and tot eh hem of his spotless white shirt. Cassy Ch. 03 I move my hand up underneath his shirt. My hand finds the smooth warm flesh of his back. We both moan at the contact. His kisses become rougher, more urgent. He growls and grabs the hem of my shirt and rips it over my head. Our mouths barely separating. He lifts me off the ground with his hands firmly planted on my ass. My legs wrap around his waist as my back hits the wall. My hands find the front of his shirt and the buttons there. I hastily unbutton his shirt and remove it from his body. His hands leaving me for barely a second. Slowly my fingers began to explore his extremely well formed body. I rake my nails over his nipples and he lets out an exquisite hiss. My hands trail down to the top of his pants and follow it around his waist. His mouth leaves mine and moves to my neck. It's now my turn to hiss out a breath. Oh god, I'm on fire. My erection straining against my jeans. For the first time I notice the natural rocking of our bodies. My hands trail up his back and I encounter a scar. A scar? Continuing upwards I encounter more and more. Just criss-crosses of poorly healed flesh covering the entirety of his back. A breathless "Oh my god" escapes past my lips. He flinches and lifts his mouth from my neck and places his forehead there instead. I feel his warm breath across my already hard nipple. I let my hands roam his back and feel the full extent of his scarring. I gasp. It's horrible; everywhere I touch I find poorly healed flesh. "Ryan. What happened to you?" Finally Ryan lifts his head and crystal blue eyes meet gold. His eyes brimming with emotion. Shame, despair, fear? He just looks so vulnerable and deliciously pathetic, I can't help myself. I kiss those saddened pointy lips and wrap my arms around his neck. At first he seems surprised, then he pulls us tighter together. So close I feel as if I might just melt into him. Hard muscle and soft skin molding together to become one. He kisses me as if his life depends on it. And maybe it does. The need to forget everything but THIS. He tears his mouth from mine and our foreheads meet. We're both breathing hard. His eyes close and I look at those long blonde lashes resting on his perfectly shaped cheekbones. He opened those crystal eyes and we just stared at each other. We both knew what that kiss had done. It had made a promise that he would tell me when he was ready. That right now it was all okay. But in the future... I would need to know. --------------------------------------------- "What could be taking him so long? He only had to put the bags in the rooms." I looked at everyone. Everyone looked just as confused as I... except for my son and his mate. "Rouge? What's going on?" "Nothing mother" he replies, but I notice he was trying to desperately to hide a smile. What WAS going ON up there? --------------------------------------------- "Loki! What's taking you so long? Get your little butt down here!" "Mom?" Ryan breaks out laughing. "What?" I look at him confused. He stops laughing and gives me a heated stare. "There is no way you have a little butt." I blushed then gave him a short kiss on the mouth. Which turned long and heated in an instant. He pulled away breathless, I was glad; I had done that to him, this god. I grinned. He rested his head on mine. "If we keep at this, your family will think you died or something and come looking for you. I blushed again, that wouldn't be good. My mom would faint if she saw me naked with another man I hardly knew. Ryan left the bed and bent down to retrieve his discarded shirt. Giving me a perfect view of his tight ass. I nearly drooled. I didn't even notice he had turned around until my own shirt hit me in the face. "Hey", I was snapped out of my trance. Until he smiled at me and my stomach fluttered. His gaze turned heated, I almost felt burned by its intensity. "Loki" he growled, "Put your shirt on. Now." "What?" I was caught off guard by his sudden anger. "Put your shirt on now, before I lock this door and am no longer responsible for my actions." "Oh." I covered my new blush by putting on my shirt. Once dressed I stood and passed Ryan at the door. God, what was I going to do? We were going to be sleeping in the same bed. Ugh, why did I have to want him so bad? I wish I had even a little experience before this gorgeous creature was thrust into my life. ---------------------------------------- Oh god, he was beautiful. I grinned to myself. Little butt, how wrong she is. Its perfect, just the right size to fill my hands. They tingle at the memory. Oh how I want to touch that smooth flesh. To bring it quivering into my mouth. Now I'M drooling. I watch his walk down the stairs as I follow him. Beautiful, just beautiful. I couldn't have wished for a better mate. We reach the bottom of the stairs and Loki turns to me. "Well here goes." He turns to open the door to the family room and I notice his hair is mussed and his lips swollen from my kisses. My day's growth has irritated his skin slightly. I smile knowing I had to look just as mussed as he does. Well, this should be interesting. "Well there you are. We thought you had fallen off the face of the earth or something." I step through the door and can't move a muscle. I can't even breathe. Two people I would never thought to see again were seated across from Rogue and his mate. Ivy stared at me wide eyed, mouth hanging open. Victor straight backed also stared, an emotion turning in his eyes I couldn't identify. "Mom? Dad?" Loki, a worried expression covering that beautiful face of his. Ivy stood and slowly approached me. I couldn't breath. She looked exactly as I had seen her last, though; her hair had been longer then. I grinned inside, past her ass I believe it had been. She looked so surprised, I'm sure I looked just as shocked. She got little less than a foot away when she reached up and placed her hand on my cheek. "Ryan." I closed my eyes. I wouldn't cry. I couldn't. This was too intense. I opened my eyes to see that Victor had now joined Ivy at her side. "Ivy, Victor..." "We thought you were dead..." Ivy... "I was, I had to be." Damn, how did I explain this? I looked up to see five curious and confused faces. Loki's stood out the most, oh god, he is beautiful. Those eyes. Those eyes! I should have known. Those golden browns so much like Ivy's... Victor's... Even Rogues... I should have known. "Mikhail" Victor growled bringing me back to the conversation. I nodded. Rogue leaped up from his seat. "How do you know that name?" Everyone stared at him. Anger poured out of his entire body. "He is my nephew." It was the truth, this monster was my blood. "How do you know this name?" Ivy asked her son. "He's the reason I'm here." "What?" "I was in the woods one day when I was viciously attacked; I survived but barely when Ryan came along and patched me up. I've been attacked almost weekly. I came here for help." "Oh god. Victor, they've been searching for us, and now they've found us. What are we going to do?" Ivy looked toward her husband for guidance. He looked at everyone then at me. "Tonight we rest. Tomorrow we plan." ------------------------------------ What had just happened? Who is this Mikhail? And is he really Ryan's nephew? How did he know my parents? Ryan's in the shower. After we had all left to go to bed, Ryan had jumped in the shower before I had the chance to ask any questions. So I wait, wait sitting on my bed, for him to stop avoiding me. The shower in my adjoining bathroom turns off. It won't be long now. He can't hide. I look to my feet as steam pours into the room. I can't look, I'll get distracted and I need answers. I breathe. "Who are you?" His movement stops. I can't not look. I star at his feet. He has long slender feet. I don't know how feet can be sexy but his are. Next come his long strong legs. Perfect for running and leverage for... No! I will not think that way! I take a deep breath and continue upwards. Thank god he was wearing a towel, if you can call that a towel, I don't know where he found it but that looked more like he found a hand towel and wrapped it around himself. My eyes practically bulged out of my head and I forgot to breathe. Okay, continuing upward. His chest was wet and glistening. My mouth watered. I just wanted to lick the water off his chest. It was so perfect that I barely wanted to continue upwards. Well I had gone most of the way there so I took the final step and fell upon his face. It looked pained. Like he was having an inner battle as to how much to tell me. Poor guy, this couldn't be easy for him. We just met and I guess I didn't really have the right to ask for answers but I needed them, I don't know why but I just felt that I needed them or I wouldn't be able to trust this man like it was so natural to do. "Please... I need to know." He sighed and ran his fingers through his wet hair giving it a messy bedroom look. Oh god he's beautiful. He turned from me and presented his scars. "My name is Ryan Gudó. My father was Francis Gudó, also known as Nightshade." I gasped. Nightshade! The ravenous murdering werewolf! My parents fought him when they first met. I heard stories of his horrors. And this, this, god was his son? "From your silence I'll assume you know who he was, all the horrible things he did." He slammed his fists down onto the dresser making me wince. "I hated him, with everything that I was. I still hate him and I hope he's rotting in hell. What your parents did to him was too good for all his crimes. He's the reason I have these scars. After my sister died, he blamed me. Said I should have been looking out for her. That if it wasn't for me she would still be alive. That Mikhail was a better son than I was." He turned and came at me, fast. I barely had time to register the movement before he had me pinned to the bed under his hard body. "What?" He stopped my question with a kiss. "I'm not my father", were those tears in his eyes? "I came here to see that Rogue got the help he needed, I felt that him in danger was my fault. I am the reason Mikhail is still out there. I didn't take care of him like I should have years ago when my father took him under his wing. Now he's after anyone who helped me. Including your family. He wants revenge and will take it the only way he knows how. By killing everyone we hold dear." "Since Ivy and Victor killed my father, they're at the top of his list. Right next to me. I need to save them." He closed his eyes and gave a deep breath, ruffling my hair with his hot breath. This close he smelled delicious. Like soap and male. I shouldn't be thinking like this right now. I should be appalled, unable to even stand being anywhere near him. I was also hurt. "Then why not find him, be done with this? Why do you stay? Is it because of my parents? You're here still because you need to help them? Protect them from your nephew? You're here because it's your duty?" I braced my hands against his chest and turned away from him and began to push him off of me. He wasn't here for me. Only for them. His eyes flew open and with his one hand he braced himself on top of me and with the other grabbed both my wrists and pinned them above my head. "Hey! Let go! What do you think you're doing!?" "Do you honestly believe any of those reasons are why I'm still here?" He shook his head. "You silly boy, I'm still here for you." And he sealed it with a kiss. A kiss that I felt all the way down to my toes. God. Why did I react this way to him? With my hands held above my head I'm powerless against him. Not that I'm struggling. Instead I'm pushing my chest into his, desperately trying to get our bodies closer together. He growls and tears his mouth away from mine, leaving me aching. Why does he do this to me? I feel the first pinpricks of heated tears behind my eyes. I'm crying. I turn from him, hoping to hide my tears. It's too late. He sees them. And kisses them away. "Loki..." He whispers. "Ryan, I need you. I don't know why but I need you. And it scares me." He releases my arms and places both his palms against my face. Looking me dead in the eye he speaks. "Loki. I need you more than life itself. You are my one. You are THE one. You are my mate and I need you. Cant you feel it?" My eyes widened and I placed my palms over his. Is that what I had been feeling? The pull of my mate? Why I haven't been able to keep a single thought beyond that of this man? Why I seemed to need him with every fiber of my being? Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Thank god. I wasn't insane. There was a reason I needed him. He was my mate. And he was gorgeous. "My mate." I smiled. "Please. Make love to me." "With everything that I am, I will love you." "Please..." And he kissed me. --------------------------------------- He accepted me. Even for whom my father was. He still accepted me. Me! Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful, this young man who stole my heart, who was part of my soul, my mate. "Please..." And I kissed him. He wanted me to make love to him. And I would. I would love him. Kissing him was like life itself. I moved my hands all over his body. That soft flesh over hard muscle. I have been with more men than I can remember over my long years seeking out pleasure but never have I ever felt anything like this. Never this strong. This is why he is my mate. It will never be better than with him. My hand finds his member through his jeans. He moans. He's hard and aching for my touch. Aching for me. I release him from the confines of his pants. Beautiful. Just as the rest of him is. Why would I think anything different? He's so hard and throbbing, pre-cum leaking from the tip. I take him into my mouth. He moans and twitches inside of me. God he tastes good. I begin working him over. Sucking and licking. Bringing him to the edge. He doesn't seem like he's going to last long. I back off and look into his eyes. "Don't stop. Please." "I won't." Again I take him into my mouth. This time I don't let up. I bring him over the edge. He screams my name with his release. I give him no time to recover as I suck him dry, leaving him extremely sensitive to my touch. Now I need to be inside of him. I need to find my release as well. I move my attentions to his hole. The hole I would soon be penetrating. I lick and suck until he squirms and moans with pleasure. I press my tongue into him. He's so tight. As if he's never been touched before. I leave him on the bed. "Please." He gives me a pleading look of longing. I remove my towel. His eyes expand as he takes all of me in for the first time. "Loki?" "Yes." He's so breathless, it's adorable. "Have you ever been with a man before?" "Ummm..." He blushes and looks away from me. I smile. No. He hasn't. "Good." "Good?" He looks at me, confusion crossing his face. "Yes." I crawl onto the bed and place myself between his legs. "Good. It means I am your first. The only one who has touched you. I'm afraid that if there had been others I would have had to kill them." He blushed again. So beautiful. So innocent. I kiss him, bringing our bodies together. "Loki. I love you." "I love you too. Please... I want you inside me." "This will hurt. But relax and I promise the pain will go away." He nods. "I trust you." I kiss those full lips and position myself at his entrance. Gently I press into him. He is strong and only grimaces slightly. Tears leak from his eyes and I kiss them away. He's so beautiful. My mate. "Ryan..." "I love you..." "Yes." --------------------------------------- He's inside of me. This god is inside of me. I'm in pain but he promised it would go away and I believe him. He kisses away the tears I couldn't hold back. Slowly he presses all the way into me then stops, letting me get accustomed to the feel of his length, his size. God he's huge. Bigger than I would have been able to believe was inside of me. I couldn't breath. It hurt so much, but now, now it was going away. Slowly he began to pull out. When he was only in at the tip he pressed back in. He repeated this process until I was pushing back onto him. I needed him. Needed him to speed up. To take me harder, faster. The pain was gone and all that was left was the pleasure. It felt so good. I was moaning, pushing back onto him with everything I had. He was pushing into me as well. Faster, harder. Soon we were both panting from the pleasure. I couldn't take it any longer. "I'm coming..." "Yes." With that he erupted into me. I felt his hot cum hit my insides and my own hit my chest. He collapsed on top of me. Both of us panting and spent. I ran my hands over is back. Those scars now were what made him the man I loved. They were the reason he was who he was. This relationship had a lot of holes but it would work. It had to. I didn't know what was going to come at us. What was going to happen. We still needed to save my family and take out Mikhail. No matter what happened we would make it. We just had to. ------------------------------------------ ----------------------------------------- --------------------------------------- Sorry it took so long for this next "chapter". I just didn't know where I was going with it. I feel like I should write another chapter but I have no idea where to go from here. I guess the right thing to do would be to bring an end to the "Mikhail problem"... I guess... Cassy Ch. 04 sorry about the ridiculously long wait for this. hope it meets your standards. enjoy. ------------------ ------------------ I smile sadly as she gasps for air. Death, how it comes quickly. I would have my man draw it out and have fun with her, make a show for the men, but she told me all she knew and I was in a bit of a mood. This chase was getting on my nerves. And now what do I hear? He's found his mate, oh great. He finds happiness while I'm stuck here to finish what my grandfather couldn't. Where's my happiness? Where's my life mate? Fuck. "Master Mikhail?" I turn to face Greg then back down at the girl. She's dead. Good. She drops to the ground with a thud and I turn away. "What are your orders, sir?" Ah Greg... my second in command. He thinks he's so handsome. Well, he'll have to ruin that perfect body of his tonight. He may have captured the female and she had useful information but he failed to capture the other one. She escaped and now I'm sure she's off to save them. Warn them that we're coming. Let them get ready, let them hide, I'm still coming for them whether they like it or not. Do I want to punish Greg? No. He's always been good and loyal but if I don't the men will think I'm weak and they'll no longer follow me. That can't happen. Even for him. So who's on my death list now? Let's see... #1. Ryan, then his stupid Mate Loki. Man I'm screwed up, why'd he have to let my mom die? I might actually be able to like him, let him live. Too bad. I guess he'll just have to die. So my death list, right, Ivy, Victor, Rogue, his new mate, Cassy, and her new mate. So many people, so little time. "Sir?" Greg, again. "Let the men rest, we know where they are." I look at him and let the red fill my eyes. I know he sees the feral look in them when he flinches and looks away. My lust for blood and anger fills the room. "Yes sir. I'll inform the men then wait for you in your tent." Ah, good boy. Maybe I won't hurt him quite so much, just a little blood. -------------------------------- Shit shit shit shit shit. They got her, they got her. She's dead. Shit. The tears stain my cheeks as I run. I've got to warn them, or they're going to die as well. But that can't happen. They're all each of them too important. But me, I'm just a pawn in all of this. I trip and fall. Shit, I need to change; I'm not as clumsy as a wolf. I'm so tired. Too tired to change. But I must warn them. I must... Darkness consumes me. I dream of him. As I have many nights. He comes to me veiled in darkness. His silver hair cut to his shoulders, his long bangs covering his eyes. A cruel smile plays across his lips. That smile makes me shiver; it's so cruel, so full of hatred. I reach out and push away some of his hair from his face. Exposing his eyes. Unlike his smile, his eyes are full of hurt, chaos, fear. Those eyes that are as black as midnight. He's vulnerable, but only to me; I can see it in his eyes. He closes them and rubs his cheek into the palm of my hand. So like an animal, so gentle, so needy. I sigh, "Please... tell me your name." He slowly moves away from me. "Oh, Josephine. I can't, you would hate me. Reject me for who I am, what I can't change." He turns to me and takes my hand in his, kissing the palms. "You wouldn't be able to love me." I gasp. Love? A man I didn't even know the name of? Yes. He has to be real. Not just a figment of my imagination. This man, this beast is going to change my life some way. I just hope for the better. A tear slides down my cheek. He spots it and leans in and kisses it from my cheek. I breathe in. He smells wonderful, like chocolate and pure sex. I push my body against his. It's lean but hard with muscle. We both moan and I feel him harden against my hip. Roughly he takes possession of my mouth with his. We kiss like our lives depend on it. Taking and giving, our tongues dueling, when someone grabs me from behind and pulls. -------------------- "Josephine!" I scream into the dark but she's gone. God, why do I keep having these dreams? And why do they seem so real? To punish me. That must be it. To show me the perfect woman I can never have. -Sigh- She's beautiful. Eyes as green as the forest, eyes full of love and lust for me, though I won't tell her my name. Her hair is as soft as silk and the same color as wood, with all the different shades of brown and blonde you could ever imagine. Her lips are soft and gentle, tentative, new, until you awaken her desire and she is like a starved animal lusting for the meal that is my body. Her body fits perfectly into mine. She is tall for our kind, still shorter than I. Her head only coming up to my chin. She has the perfect amount of curves, just enough for them to spill from my hands but not overwhelm me. Not thin like most of our kind due to our extremely overactive metabolisms. Thank god, I like a woman I can hold and not feel like I will break her any second if I lose myself in the passion of being with her. She's perfect. Her soul just glows with kindness and purity, something I lack greatly in. Some women would like the power and cruelty I show and possess but this one. Josephine would recoil from me. She must never know me. Which in turn I must never know her. That thought makes me cringe. I thought the gods were denying me love, no; it is I and the expectancy to take revenge against those who killed my grandfather. They all must die. -------------------------- "Miss? Miss, wake up. Are you alright?" I groan and swat at the hand that so cruelly took me from my prince, my prince of darkness. I hear whispering. Shit. There's more than just one annoying person standing over me. Wait. I'm on the run, there are people after me, I could die. I need to warn them! My eyes fly open and I scramble back away from the group of people who had surrounded me while I slept. There were too many. There was no way I was getting away without them letting me go. I closed up into myself, I was doomed, why not just give up now? "Miss? Are you alright?" The same persistent female voice I heard before. I look up and stare into the face of a very small blonde woman with dark golden eyes. She had a kind face and her soul was pure, that I could see right away, if not marred by a few bumps along her long life. She was a mother of three. Happiness from them each finding a mate had her glowing brightly. Though what seemed to be on the foreground of her thoughts were me and why I looked like shit. I looked down. I did look like shit. I was covered in leaves and dirt. I shifted through Ivy's mind until I saw myself. I had mud on my face, and in my hair. I looked like a wild beast. I looked back up at Ivy and turned to look at the others with her. She was with two girls who looked like they could be sisters, her daughters, April and Annabelle. Both were tiny little things with black hair, one cut short with green eyes and the other long with grey eyes. I shifted through their thoughts. They were both worried about their new mother. Through their eyes it seemed as if Ivy was standing over a deranged lunatic that would attack them at any moment. Their second thoughts consisted of wondering when their mates would return. Then they would feel safer around me. I sniffed the air and found out why. April was only half 'Were' and didn't know how to shift...yet. And Annabelle, she had no way to protect herself, that she knew about... What was I sensing? I listened harder and looked closer. There, in her belly, she was pregnant. I see now. That's where the power was coming from. To protect her child she would now be granted with the ability to take on anything that came her way. I laughed, and they backed away, Ivy the only one remaining by my side to see if I was alright. "I'm fine. I just..." I had almost forgotten again. What I needed to do. "... Oh god! I need to find The Prince! I must warn him!" They all gave me a strange look. "The Prince?" "Yes!" Why didn't these people understand? "The Prince! Ryan! I must find Prince Ryan!" "Ryan?" They exchanged a strange look amongst each other. "What does Ryan look like?" "I don't know! All I know is that he's in mortal danger! His Mate Loki and he need to get to hiding soon. His nephew Mikhail captured one of my comrades and I'm sure she told him everything. She was never very strong willed." Both girls gasped. Why? Ivy just closed her eyes. "I thought so." She spoke and looked at me. "Come. We can take you to him." My mouth gaped open. "What?" Her eyes twinkled. "After all, he is my new son." She winked then whispered in my ear. "It's nice to know I can still keep some thoughts locked away to myself." "What? I..." She knew! Only extremely powerful beings could detect my shuffling. Who was this woman? "Don't worry, just be careful, oh and we'll keep this little secret to ourselves. No use frightening my children, you see." I nodded, thankful my secret was safe with her. She took my arm and basically lifted me up into a standing position. She was small but man was she strong. Well, I guess that would be expected since she was a Were after all, but still... "Come, we will bring you to my home, the others are there." I nod and follow. --- When we reach her home I'm overwhelmed by the pure love and emotion that surrounds the place. Who would think that the home of werewolves would have such a strong love aura? I shook myself. I had been into the mind and heart of Ivy, and if her children were anything like her, they were pretty decent people. The front door opened and out stepped the perfect image of a highlander... a house broken highlander... I laughed to myself. He was tall and broad shouldered, long red hair flowing down his back, glowing golden eyes taking in the four of us. His eyes sparkled and his smile broadened when he saw his wife. I looked to Ivy and knew they were deeply in love by the way she glowed. He stepped forward and embraced Ivy. When they separated Ivy was flushed and clinging to his arm. "Victor, honey, this is..." She looked expectantly back at me. "Oh, sorry, my name is Josephine, Josephine Dumiere." "Well nice to meet you Joe. I'm Victor. Welcome to our home. Come in, have a seat." He shook my hand. It was strong but not strong enough to injure me or cause me pain. At the touch a shiver went down my spine. His eyes opened wide and I knew he felt it too. Crap, and I liked him too. These feelings never ended well for those I touched. This man was in danger and it was a sure thing he was going to be injured and it was going to happen soon. I only hoped it wouldn't kill him like it did Alice (my comrade). 'You felt nothing' I whisper into his head and he relaxes. I really didn't need more people to know about my talents. "Sir, I'm sorry, but I really need to see Prince Ryan. You're all in danger and I need to speak to him so I can take him, and you to safety." Why didn't these people ever listen to me? "Really? In danger? My girl, we already knew that. Unfortunately all the boys went out and promised they wouldn't be back without dinner." He smiled at me and I just stared at that huge unconcerned grin plastered across his face. "What?! You let him go out alone when you knew there was a maniac on the loose trying to kill him?!" Were these people mad?!!!! "Hey, boys will be boys, what did you expect? That I could stop four grown men and one very strong and willful woman from going out and fetching everyone food? I'm sorry but I didn't have a death wish at that moment in time." Ivy laughed, "okay, ladies, honey, let's get inside and wait for the providers to return." All I could do was follow everyone inside and wait... ------------------------ We were close. I could feel it. All the way down to my soul. She was close. The wolf inside me growled lightly, knowing that she had been here. Her smell was intoxicating. "Sir?" "Yes?" "What were your orders?" Oh god. What DID I want to do? Just stand here and smell her. Just end this whole thing. Tell the boys to go fuck themselves. That my grandfather was a bastard that constantly took advantage of me and tried to corrupt me. Well to the outside world he succeeded. Inside? I was screaming. I just wanted to go and be with her. With my Josephine. My mate. What was she even doing here? I shouldn't even be able to smell her scent. She should be miles away from me. Away from this danger. Away from me. Was I supposed to be with her? Now? Yes. I knew it with every fiber of my being. Why couldn't I just claim her and be done with this stupid meaningless life. "Sir?" I must have been consumed in my own thoughts for too long. "We're close. We're going to stay here for the night. Tell the men to make camp." "But..." "Greg. That was a direct order." I growl for emphasis. He bows his head in submission and leaves my side. I close my eyes. She was so close. If I tried hard enough I would be able to track her tonight. Be with her for real. No more dreams. No more waiting. God. I needed her. I quickly undressed and let the change from man to wolf consume me. The cool night's air ruffles the fur along my back. It feels good. I haven't let loose since... since I don't know when. I sigh. I know when. When SHE was alive. Before my grandfather had taken over my life and caused so much pain. Only Josephine could make it all better. Only she could make my life whole again. I needed to find her. I sat and lifted my face skyward towards the heavens. The moon was full and beautiful. I howled my appreciation and heard the critters around scurry away. Now that I thought about it, I was a bit hungry. A rabbit ran from a few trees away and I was off. I had the whole night to stalk my prey... after I was done with dinner. Don't worry Josephine, I'll see you soon. ----------------------------- We sat there in the living room waiting for the all mighty providers to return. I was having difficulty just sitting around and waiting. My legs were jittery, and my mind was working a million miles an hour. What was he like? Was he really as good as everyone said he was? A great leader? A visionary? Then I was being bombarded by April's and Annabelle's thoughts. 'Who is she? Where is she from? What does she want to talk to Ryan for? She's cute. Man she's tall. When are we going to eat?' That last thought made me want to laugh, since it came from Annabelle and she was hungry due to her pregnancy... that she didn't know about... yet. I thought about telling her. Just for something to do. No. That wouldn't be right. She should at least be with her mate at the time or something like that... I guess. What puzzled me the most was why Ivy had an all knowing smile on her face. And I dare not even shuffle through her thoughts again. She would know and that would make me feel awkward. Finally the front door burst open and I could hear laughter and rough housing in the hall. I shot up and stood there how I should go about this. Victor greeted them in the hall and I just waited and listened. "So how was it? Catch anything nice for dinner?" "Yeah. It was great. We haven't been hunting together for a long time." A female voice, which had to be Cassy, since she was the only woman who had gone along with the men. April visually perked up at her mate's voice. "It was awesome; I took down a whole buck by myself!" A young male voice met my ears. Must be Loki. "Really... all by yourself?" Victor's disbelief made me want to laugh. "Yes, all by himself, I was so proud." A deep resonate voice met my ears, it made me think of dark nights and slow loving, I swear my toes curled just thinking about it. But the love that flowed from that tongue made me know that it had to be Ryan, his mate, our Prince. "And they're at it again." Laughter, "They've been doing this since we left, I swear, they're like rabbits." Another deep voice reached my ears, Annabelle perked up and I knew I was right in thinking it was Rogue. "Guys, get a room!" Cassy laughed. "Come into the living room. Everyone's waiting for you there. I'll just take this into the kitchen and make dinner, I'm sure everyone's starving, I know I am." With that I saw Victor pass by the door way with a large deer over his shoulder and two large turkeys in his hands. My mouth started to water and I heard virtually everyone's stomach growl in the entire room. Ivy laughed, while the rest of us blushed. "April?" Cassy called from the hall, when she came into view through the door frame, she wasn't what I had expected, after seeing the small little blonde Ivy and the giant highlander with red hair, the tall brunette that met my eyes was unexpected. She was gorgeous and made me feel like a giant gangly creature that would do better just to crawl up into a ball and die in a corner somewhere. She wasn't quite as tall as me, maybe a good 5 inches shorter but still loomed over her mother and mate. When April saw her she leapt up from the sofa and jumped into Cassy's arms. They both laughed as Cassy swung April around in her arms. "I've missed you." April spoke shyly. "Ditto." Cassy smiled and kissed April. I blushed and looked away, feeling like I was intruding in on something special between the two mates. Next in came Rogue, again he was an unexpected sight, he was tall, but only maybe a few inches taller than me, he had shoulder length black hair that matched his mate's, he was just as gorgeous as the other members of his family, again making me feel insignificant and the ugly duckling of the group. Before Annabelle could even blink he had her in his arms. They just held each other as if they hadn't seen each other in an eternity. I wanted to look away but I just couldn't. Both couples just looked so perfect. So happy. I envied them. They had the real thing and all I had were those dreams of a man I was sure I would never meet. Why wouldn't he just tell me his name? I mean, seriously, what could be so wrong with him that me knowing his name would cause me to run from him and hate him that much. I mean really, it's not like he was Mikhail, lord of death or something. I laughed to myself as a bad feeling came over me. He couldn't, could he? No. Surely not. I shook my head, barring all bad thoughts. Victor brought me out of my disturbing thoughts. "Now boys. Come on. You have a guest in the living room and she's been waiting quite patiently. There will be plenty of time for that later. Trust me." With that he enters the room and sits down next to his respective mate. Ivy curls up along his side as he slides an arm around her waist. I look towards the door and wait. It's not long before I'm rewarded with a tall blonde with a sexy surfer dude look. He was young. Younger than I had expected. '19'. The thought hits me like a blow. It was a direct thought from Ivy. She sent it to me! Was she now reading my mind?! I looked to her and she just kept that knowing smile on her lips. How interesting... Looking back to the door the blonde, Loki, I believed from the looks on the parents' faces, was closely followed by... Oh my god! My jaw drops. It was him! My dream man... wait no. But... this man had longer hair. Tied back with a thong. And when his eyes lock with mine. I see that they are not a deep black but a light piercing blue that takes my breath away. That's when I know. If this man entering the room was indeed our Prince. Our savior... then the man who plagues my dreams is our downfall. Mikhail. The man I have fallen in love with is our enemy. God. What was I going to do? I feel myself slump on the sofa. I just want to cry and curl up in a corner. Why couldn't the man I loved be someone who wasn't a murderer? Cassy Ch. 04 Wait. Why was I getting all worked up? The man I dreamed about most likely wasn't even real. Somehow that thought just depressed me even more. He had to be real. I couldn't possibly feel this way about someone who didn't exist. And just because he looked that much like Ryan didn't mean he was Mikhail. He could be a different relative. Couldn't he? I sighed. I was thinking too much about myself and not enough about the reason I was here. Why I had to talk to Ryan. -- I looked up to see everyone in the room staring at me. Had I really zoned that long? Apparently, since they were all waiting for me to say something. I cleared my throat and looked to Ryan and Loki. Their hands intertwined. They were so in love. And it was so new. I hated to have to ruin it. No. This news wouldn't ruin it. It would only make it stronger. These two were in it for the long run. Again I couldn't help but envy them. I breathed a deep sigh. It was time to do my job. What I came here for. I stood then kneeled before them, keeping my head hung low. Then I spoke quickly. "Your highness, I'm here because my comrade couldn't escape in time and you are in grave danger. She unfortunately told the enemy of your engagement and now he's..." My speech was cut short by a very close, very loud howl. As it ended I recognized my name on the wind. Everyone whirled to face the open window. Again a long howl broke loose and a white blur crossed the open yard. I felt this deep seated urge to run outside and chase after the wolf that I knew was outside. I started breathing harder. I had to resist the urge. If I didn't then I wouldn't be able to complete my mission. I couldn't breathe, and I doubled over in pain. Clenching my chest I tried to breathe. I felt Ivy fall to my side, "Josephine. Just breathe dear, what's wrong?" I gasped aloud. What, she couldn't feel it? It surrounded me and permeated my entire body. I needed to go outside. I needed to be with the wolf. Shit. I hissed out a breath. "Ivy. Can't you feel that?" I looked up at Ryan. "Mikhail is coming for you and he knows exactly where you are." -pant- "You gotta get out of here!" -gasp- I looked at Ivy as my eyes threatened to roll out of my head. "I have to go!" At that I jumped up from my kneeling position and jumped out the open window. I heard a scream come from inside the house. My brain was just too far gone to even try to recognize who it was. I needed to be with that wolf. That's all I could think about. As I ran in the direction I saw the blur disappear to I knew he'd be waiting for me. I needed to change. I wasn't getting there fast enough. --Now unlike werewolves, I wasn't born this way. Also unlike stories, they can't be created by being bitten or anything of that sort. The only way to become a werewolf, is to be born to it, or to mate into it, even then it's an option to become one. You have to do this whole ritual with your mate that involves sex, the transfer of blood, and a certain chant that I've heard will just 'pop' into your brain when you and your mate are at that critical point in the mating. It's always different for everyone. And no. I didn't do any of those things. I'm... well... I don't really know. I'm just different. I'm not a 'Were' but I'm also not human. As I ran faster I felt my senses heighten and my body shift. Now. Like a real 'Were' I don't change in a flash of light. My whole body lengthens and contorts and hair sprouts all over my body. It's not painful, but it takes longer. Soon a muddy brown haired wolf was taking off after the white blur. Why was I doing this? Why had I abandoned everyone in that house to come chase this unknown beast? I smelled the air around me. I caught a very familiar scent. It was a scent I had smelled every night in my dreams. I rounded a corner and tumbled into the thing of my pursuit. Only it wasn't a wolf anymore. It was a very tall, very handsome man. A man I had seen every night in my dreams. He stood before my wolf form in black sweatpants and nothing else. I felt my tail wag and my tongue loll out of my head. He just stared down at me. I couldn't see his eyes so I didn't know what he was thinking. Did he even know who I was? Was he going to kill me like I was some wild beast? My tail stopped wagging and I took a step back away from him. Slowly he crouched down so he was at eye level with me. He reached an arm out and stroked the hair behind my ears. I turned into the touch and moved closer to him. God it felt good, I could barely breathe. "Josephine" He all but whispered my name in my ear. "I've been looking for you." Then he rubbed his face in my fur and cradled me in his arms. "God, how I need you." The desperation in his voice made me want to cry. Instead I lick his face and pull away from him. I needed to be 'human' in front of him. Needed him to know it was me. I needed to know it was him too. I turned my face away from him. I needed him to know I wasn't like him but didn't want to see his face when he saw me change. I took a deep breath and willed my body to shift. The fur receded from my body and my limbs elongated and my face shortened. As I stood there naked before him I just waited. Dreading to turn around and face him. I didn't have to. ------------------------------------------------------ Beautiful. She was beautiful. I had never seen anything like that before but it was beautiful. The way she changed... the way her body shifted and changed from wolf to tall sensuous woman. From where I was standing I could smell her scent in the air. It made my mouth water and my groin tighten. She was even more beautiful in person. Her long earthen brown hair blowing over her back in the wind eliciting goose bumps over her skin. "Beautiful". I laid my hands on her shoulders and gently began to turn her to face me. "Beautiful". She turned those big forest green eyes on me. I had to suck in a breath at the intensity of her stare, full of love and trust, kindness and uncertainty. "Really?" She looked away. "Not... disturbing, repulsive...?" Was she kidding me? "Definitely not repulsive. But fascinating..." "Honestly?" "Yes. It's fascinating. I've never seen anyone change like that before." "I know." She sighed. "So you're real. I knew you were. I hoped you were." "Yes. I'm real." She began to shake and shiver. I pulled her into my arms and just held her. Her shaking began to abate as I rubbed my hands up and down her back and through her hair. Her skin was as smooth as butter and as white as milk in the moonlight. My fingers tangled in her brown hair as I calmed her. I gently tilted her head up from my neck and looked down into her green eyes. The love I saw there nearly floored me. I cupped her cheek in my palm. She seemed so fragile. Her small cheek in my large hand. She was so beautiful and I was so grateful to have her in my arms at last that I couldn't resist and brought my lips down onto hers. As our lips met it was like electric currents were running through my whole body to rest down in my groin. She seemed surprised and unyielding until she melted into me. Her body quickly recognizing me from our dreams. In this world she was even more delicious. Why had I not found her sooner? why had I kept myself away? No matter. We were here together now. I gently held her in my arms. Her smooth skin pressed up against me. We seemed to fit together perfectly. The only barrier between us, my loose fitting pants I carried with me. ------------------------------------------ I was naked and plastered up against the man literally of my dreams. He was gorgeous and kissing me! My nipples pebbled between us. I didn't care. All I cared about was the fact that he had damned pants on. I wanted them off! I grabbed for the drawstring on those offending pants when a howl rent the air and no sooner than that registered, a large reddish wolf leapt from the bushes and headed straight for us. Mikhail pushes me away from him barely before the wolf collides with him. Before I can blink tow wolves are circling and snarling at each other. One red and the other pure white. Five more wolves burst through the surrounding shrubbery, quickly surrounding Mikhail and ... Victor. Blocking me off from the fight. My panic increased. There were so many of them. How would I be able to stop them all before they hurt my mate? Mate? Yes. Even though he was supposed to be my worst enemy, he was still the one I was destined to be with. I may not be a 'Were' but I could feel our connection with every fiber of my being. "Stop it!" No one paid me any attention. They just kept circling while Mikhail and Victor began tearing at each other. Though he was outnumbered, Mikhail was holding his own quite will against the older, larger wolf. Then I saw it. Clear as day in my mind. Victor's demise. No. I couldn't allow that. Not again. Not after Alice. Not when I could stop it this time. If Mikhail ended Victor, he would be lost to me forever. There was no way the others would let him live. And I would die... Suddenly the solution popped into my head. It seemed so simple. So I did something I swore I would never do. I tapped into that long hidden spring of magic that ran through my veins. I could feel it all trying to bubble out of me. With this I may never be able to change again. My magic would probably be lost to me forever. I would be vulnerable... I looked at Mikhail and knew I had to do this. I focused my magic and unleashed it upon all those around me. I saw everyone flash to human form before darkness consumed me. ------------------------------------- I was human. And naked. As shocking as that was. I was also surrounded by more naked people... Most of whom I recognized... A squeak drew my attention to the two behind me. There stood my exact double. Well, except for his hair was dramatically longer and he held ice blue eyes, where mine were black. This must be my uncle. Ryan Gudó. He didn't look a day over thirty. Just like all the males of our race. Movement drew me to the shorter blonde beside him, or should I say behind him... Bronze arms encircled Ryan's hips and cupped the older male's groin protectively. "Stop staring at my Mate!" shouted the blonde protectively. Ah! This must be the famed Loki then. Ryan chuckled. "Babe. It's okay, and I recommend you remove your hands before I embarrass us further in front of your family." Loki blushed and did as commanded, though instead his hands rested on Ryan's hips. A female to my right groaned. "Oh god. A little help here mom." So this then must be Cassy... Turning around I landed my gaze on Ivy. I quirked a brow at the odd request. How could she help out that no one else could? Ivy snapped her fingers and instantly I was clothed in jeans and a t-shirt that said 'I'm with stupid', the arrow was conveniently pointed upwards at myself. Wow. This woman had some strange powers. Though convenient. Only then did I realized that a pair of eyes was missing amongst those surrounding me. Laying crumpled up on the ground was Josephine. Any anger or fear of those around me vanished in an instant. I quickly fell to the ground and crawled to her newly clothed body. No one stopped me. I scooped her up in my arms and rocked her gently in my lap. She was breathing, but barely. "Come on baby. Wake up." But she wouldn't. Someone laid their hand on my shoulder. Looking up, I was barely aware of the words leaving Ivy's mouth. "We need to get her to a bed." ------------------------------------------- "Mom! What the hell are you thinking?!" I just stared at my son with a frown on my face. His expression was fierce but I knew he wouldn't hurt me. Not that I couldn't take him, it's just, well, he's my son. "You can't let that monster stay in this house. Well, not without him being tied to a wall somewhere! You especially can't let him stay in the same room as that poor girl! Hasn't she been through enough already just to protect Ryan and the rest of us!" "Yes", I reply, "But, weren't you paying attention to how they interacted with each other. They're obviously mates. She even sacrificed herself to stop us and save him. I mean, she hasn't even woken up yet." "I know! She probably died for this shmuck!" I sigh. It wasn't really for JUST Mikhail that she did it. It was also for my Victor. Which was why I told her what to do... I smiled to myself. No one would ever know I had projected those thoughts to her. Not even Victor could know. He would never forgive me for stopping the fight between him and Mikhail. Only Josephine and I know he would have died. And there was no way I was going to lose my mate. This was argument was getting on my nerves. I knew how this was all going to end but I just couldn't wait for that to come. Until then I would just have to put up with everyone being pissed at me. I hadn't even realized he was still talking. I cut him off with a stomp of my foot. "Rogue that's enough! This is my house. I am your mother, and you will listen to me. She will be fine. We all will. While Mikhail is in this house he will behave. And so will you." I gave him a pointed glare. "Fine! But if he even looks at any of us the wrong way, I'm going to rip out all his inner organs and feed them to him. Got that! That man already tried to kill me once. He'll try again. Mark my words!" I sighed. "Good. Now go check on your Mate. I'm sure there's something she's just dying to tell you." Rogue gave me an odd look. "What?" "I promised I would let her tell you." I waved him away. "Now go. Now!" He rolled his eyes before he loped off to find his Annabelle. I sighed again. Well at least that would keep him occupied for a while. Finding out you were going to have a pup made you want to stay in bed and celebrate. I took pleasure in the news as well. I of course was the one to tell Annabelle she was going to be a mommy. It was the only way I could think to get Rogue out of my fur. She would have figured it out eventually but this made it more convenient. Thank god for small favors. Feeling thankful that all my family was still alive I went off to find MY Mate. ------------------------------------------------ Ugh! My head! What the hell happened? I moaned. And my pillow shifted. My eyes flew open and I was met with the view of a very powerful chest... I inhaled sharply and instantly recognized who that perfect chest belonged to. Mikhail... I sighed. Content to just lay here in his arms, until the arm draped over me squeezed me further into his hard chest. I couldn't breathe! On instinct I opened my mouth and gently bit down on the first thing I could find. Just so I would cause enough of a sting to let him know he was suffocating me. I just happened to land I nice bite to a little delicate nipple. I heard and felt the sharp intake of breath. His arms kindly released the death grip, but only enough that I could gulp in the air I desperately needed. "So finally you awake." A deep rumble of a voice greets my ears. I look up to meet Mikhail's dark gaze. "How long was I out?" I ask, sounding a bit groggy to my own ears. "Not long." He smiles wryly. "Only two days." I gape. Two days! What the hell! Then I blinked. I guess I shouldn't really be that surprised. I was actually quite lucky. I could have died doing what I did. I tried to roll out of Mikhail's arms but he just held me tightly in his arms. Fine. If he was going to have it that way. Instead I just stretched my tight muscles in his arms. Arching my back brought my front full flush against his body. That was when I realized we were both naked. My nipples scraped deliciously against him. My center coming in contact with (to my surprise) his hardening member. I shivered deliciously in his arms. Mikhail groaned. I soon found myself on my back pinned under Mikhail's large form. I looked up into those deep dark eyes and saw the fear of rejection in them. He was afraid I wouldn't accept him now that I was awake? I lifted myself up, against my protesting muscles, and placed my lips to his. We both groaned. He quickly deepened the kiss to something more powerful and tantalizing. Lowering his body flush to mine, his awakening organ pressed against my core. Oh god that felt good. I shivered and wrapped my arms around his powerful shoulders. Mikhail's mouth left mine and began trailing kisses down my neck. When he reached my taut nipples he stopped. He engulfed the left with his mouth. I moaned low in my throat. "Mikhail." It had been a long time since I had had an experienced lover. Wait, strike that. I had never been with anyone who made me feel this... this... alive, aroused, wanted. His mouth slowly tortured my aching nipple while his large hands found my other one. My back arched in response. Mikhail chuckled. "Like that do you?" "Yes." I responded breathlessly. After what seemed like forever but still not long enough, Mikhail worked his way down further, laving my belly button with his talented tongue. Finally he moved lower to where he crouched between my now spread legs. His eyes met mine and he smiled as he gently spread the folds of my sex with two long fingers. I almost came from the sight alone. Then he licked me. It was slow and torturous. But damn did it feel good. I actually squeaked! He placed his mouth over my mound and chuckled. The deep vibrations radiated through my whole body. Agonizingly he played with my sensitive flesh. I couldn't take it any longer. "Please. Mikhail." I whimpered. He withdrew his mouth and inserted a long tapered finger. My whole body convulsed around the new probing sensation. He grinned. "Please what?" "Please." "Hmmm?" "Please. Make love to me." Mikhail's grin widened as he withdrew his digit from my entrance. Slowly he climbed up my body to where we were face to face. Suddenly I felt like Little Red Riding Hood and he was the Big Bad Wolf coming to eat me. His mouth found mine and our tongues entwined. I could taste myself on him and vaguely wondered what we would taste like together. ------------------------------ She was beautiful, and she wanted me! Thank the heavens. I had worried there if she would still want me. After what Ivy had said about her possibly never being able to do magic again... She did it to save me, she should hate me, want nothing to do with me. Maybe she was still in shock. Maybe she would come to her senses and hate me later. But until then I was going to make love to my Mate. My heart sang with that thought. I loved her deeply and nothing else seemed to matter but her. I would only have to show her how much she meant to me. So with her flavor still in my mouth I kissed her. Our tongues battled it out in pure bliss. I lowered my hand to her core and inserted a finger into her moist flesh. She was so ready for me. I grabbed my rigid member and positioned it at my entrance. In one smooth thrust I was inside of her. We groaned loudly in unison. She felt so good that I felt like I was in a dream. I slowly pulled out and slammed back into her. Her breath caught in her throat and her green eyes dilate and sparkle with lust. I keep us in this agonizing pace until her hips start to thrust up into mine more vigorously. Quickening our pace I intensify our pleasure. Sweat covers our bodies and the scent of our love making is intoxicating. I can barely hold of my orgasm. But no. I need her to finish first. I have a reputation to uphold. Finally her body tenses up and spasms underneath me. Cassy Ch. 04 "Mikhail!" She comes around my shaft and my own orgasm consumes me. I bite down on her shoulder marking her as my own. We lay there entwined, me still inside her. That's when I realized she knew my name... -------------------------------- "How did you know?" What was he talking about? "Know what?" "My name." Oh. I decided to tell the truth. "Well I kind of figured it out." He quirked a silver brow at me. "Well. I had already dreamed of you... so I knew what you looked like... and well... after I met Prince Ryan. Who looks almost EXACTLY like you. Except your hair is shorter and your eyes are dark. But anyways. I knew he was related to the famed 'Mikhail'." I gave him a wry grin. "And well... I just put the two and two together." "I see. So you are not only beautiful but brilliant as well." I blushed. He frowned at me. "But you do not care? Do not care that I am a murderer? That I am expected to kill my uncle? And all those who get in my way?" He growled menacingly. Sigh. He was trying to push me away? Like I was supposed to believe he was all those things? Sure. People believed that of him but I knew he could rise above it. Escape that fate. Be mine. I cupped his cheek in my hand and he unconsciously nuzzled it. "Mikhail. That may be what is expected of you right now but that's not who you are. You are a good man. A delicious man. You are better than that." I took a deep breath. "You are the man I love. The man I want to be with. My Mate." His eyes seemed to mist over as he took in my words. Though he still looked doubtful. "Are you sure? Are you sure you want me?" I groaned. "How many different ways can I tell you. I want YOU. You are my Mate. I love you!" He grinned then. Capturing my lips we kissed like there was no tomorrow. Like our lives depended on it. And maybe it did. I was talking about remaking the image of a dangerous man. A reputation that he obviously hated. I could hear it in the way he spoke about what was expected of him. A knock at the door warned the entrance of a guest. Mikhail groaned and rolled off of me, pulling the blankets back up to cover our nude bodies. "Yes?" He growled. The door opened and Ivy entered carrying spare clothes. "Ah. Good. I figured you'd both be up by now. Good to know I'm not losing my touch. Here are some extra clothes. Dinner's almost ready. Tonight we're celebrating Rogue's and Annabelle's blessing. I'm finally going to be a grandmother!" I grinned from ear to ear. Of course I already knew that little tidbit of information but it was still nice to hear the pride in Ivy's voice. "Congratulations." "Thank you." She held out the clothing in her hands. "Now get dressed and come downstairs." With that she shut the door. -------------------------------- Dressed in our borrowed clothes we headed down the stairs. All eyes rested on me warily or in Rogue and Victor's case, with hatred. Josephine took my hand in hers and that gave me courage. If I was going to change this was the time to do it. Rogue protectively held a petite woman with long black hair and large eyes in his arms. This was obviously his Mate Annabelle. I walked towards them, Josephine at my side. They both stiffened and Rogue growled low in his throat. I cleared my throat and bowed before them. They both seemed startled by that but I continued. "Congratulations on the baby. I wish you well and hope you have a long happy life together. I am sorry for all past attempts on your life. I wish I could undo the past and..." looking around at everyone "take back all the pain I've caused. But I can't. I can only try to make the future brighter for everyone." With that last comment I looked to my Mate. She smiled lovingly up at me. I sighed. And made one last remark. "I also thought you should know that I absolutely hated my grandfather. He was an evil man who deserved exactly what he got." "Here, here!" I twirled around to see my uncle grinning at me. Cheers erupted all around the room. They died instantly when Rogue stood up and approached me. "You tried to kill me." I nodded. "You chased me down for months." "I..." He cut me off. "You made my life a living hell." He glared at me. "But if it hadn't been for you I never would have found my Mate. So... thank you." He extended his hand to me. I was shocked. All I could do was gape at him and clasp his hand in mine. --- "That was amazing! I cant believe you just did that!" Josephine looked up at me. She looked so happy that I leaned down and captured her lips with mine. "I love you." She wrapped her arms around my neck. "I love you too." "Now here comes the hard part." I winced. "What?" she looked genuinely confused. "I have to stop my followers from attacking you all." She laughed nervously. "I hadn't thought about that." "Yeah." So I found the nearest phone and called Greg. ------------------------------------------ Three hours later the ten of us waited outside of house. Mikhail had unsuccessfully tried to keep me in the house. Along with the others. We all had his back in case this got ugly. Shadow's appeared out of the surrounding forest. Getting closer. Forming some wolf shapes. Some human. A tall handsome man who seemed to be leading them all approached slowly. This must be Greg. He nodded to Mikhail and scanned the rest of us. Utter surprise tightened his features when he recognized the rest of us. Mikhail raised his voice. "We are ending this war. This family is no longer going to be hunted. It is over." Greg and the other men just stared at him. "Truly?" Greg inquired. "Yes." That one world seemed to hold the weight of the world in it. Shouts rang out among the crowd. Cheering? "Finally." Mikhail's mouth fell open. "What?" Greg grinned. "I said finally! This war was getting ridiculous and I was about to beat you over the bloody head if you didn't come to your senses. I mean seriously. What was the point! They killed your grandfather, right? Well he was a murderer and a rapist! Who cares!" "I... I never knew you felt that way." "Well of course I wouldn't say anything! You would have killed me just for even thinking it!" Mikhail seemed to turn internal. "I suppose you're right." With that Greg made a sweeping bow. "Well now that I am currently unemployed I think I'll toddle off now and see what trouble I can get into. I hope you have a great life my lord. Congratulations on finding your mate." And with that he turned and disappeared into the dark forest. Mikhail turned to me and gaped. Then smiled from ear to ear. "It's over?" "Yes." He scooped me up into my arms and twirled me around. Setting me down, he kissed me soundly Ryan spoke up. "Well nephew... I'd like you to officially meet your Uncle Loki." Loki the beach bum looking child. He couldn't be any older than 20. This boy being his uncle made me want to laugh but I guess it was technically true. Mikhail extended his hand and Loki tentatively took it. We were then introduced 'officially' to everyone else. Ivy then turned to me and shook my hand. A wave of raw power surged up my arm and exploded in my head. Mikhail was by my side before I even had a chance to hit the ground. He growled menacingly. "What did you just do to her!" Ivy smiled. "My wedding present to you both." She turned to me. "Go ahead. Try it." Instinctively I knew what she meant. Then I willed the change to come. And when I thought nothing would happen. It did. I felt the familiar body and jumped up and down in my wolf form. Then I changed back. "It worked! Thank you. Thank you!" I hugged Ivy then and turned to Mikhail. "Care for a run?" He grinned, then changed. Releasing Ivy I transformed then bounded off after the white streak of fur that was my Mate. ------------- --there. finally. it's over. thank you for reading all these over the years... ;-P