19 comments/ 17671 views/ 30 favorites Life as a Rogue By: HexGlow This is my first submission so be gentle please. No sex in this chapter, but soon. I'll like to thankKrisKrossedUp for her help, you were great. Chapter 1 "Amy, Mr. Roger wants you in his office in five minutes," Jack, the bellboy, informed Amanda Knight in a whisper. Amanda was known to the employees of Grand Gate Hotel as Amy Parker. Amy looked up at the light pink face of Jack and smiled, only to see his face turn dark pink. "Thank you, Jack," Amy said politely as she closed the book she was reading. "N-n-no problem." Jack watched as Amy finished her coffee in one gulp, noting the paleness of her face. "Are you all right, Amy? You look pale," Jack said. "B-b-beautiful of course, b-but pale." Amy chuckled at Jack's shyness. "I'm fine Jack, just tired. I need a full night's sleep, that's all." She kissed Jack on the cheek "You are sweet Jack." She chuckled again as pink deepened into a red. She exited the employee's common room and went to the restroom. She nodded to the fellow occupant before splashing her face with water. "Are you all right, Amy? You look pale," said Angela Potter, also known as Angelina Bradford. Amy groaned. "You are the second person to ask me that today." "Are you coming down with something?" Angela pressed the back of her hand to Amy's forehead. "You fell warm. Take the rest day off Amy, it might help." "I can't. Mr. Roger called me to his office. And I'm fine, just a little tired. I only have three more hours until I'm off anyway. Don't worry about me." Angela didn't believe a word she said. Amy never let anyone know what she was feeling, except maybe Leo. Angela huffed as she reached out and pinched Amy's cheeks. "There, that's better," she said as Amy's cheeks turned pink. "Thanks, Angie." Amy turned and walked out of the bathroom and to Mr. Roger's office. Any knocked on the door labeled Mr. B. Roger, Staff Manager. "Come in," she heard from the other side of the door. "You called, sir," Amy said to Mr. Roger, as she nodded her head at Jasmine Masters, the manager of the Grand Gate. Masters' presence meant that Amy was getting a promotion or being let go. Either one was fine with her; Leo had said it was almost time to move on as it is. "Yes! Yes! Sit Amy. We have just been informed that our most esteemed and important guests are going to arrive in less than half hour. Now usually Mary manages them, but we have decided to give you a chance to show us what you can do," Mr. Roger said. "You have been with us for almost six months now," Masters started, "and have shown great potential. I have yet to receive a complaint against you. You will be the host for our guests, and if you live up to your reputation, you will be promoted. Consider this a test." "And if I fail?" Amy asked. "That depends on how badly you fail dear," Jasmine said smiling. "Go on now; you don't have much time to prepare," said Mr. Rogers as he shooed her out of the office. Amy went to the reception area, "Harry, what can you tell me about the important guests arriving today?" "We have three guests coming today, Amy. Which one do you want to know about?" "The most 'esteemed and important guests' is all Rogers told me." "Are you sure it was 'esteemed and important' and not 'important and wealthy'?" Harry asked. "Yeah, I'm sure," said Amy. "That'll be Jared Donovan. He is not a regular, but is the owner's personal guest so we always make sure he receives the best service we can give. I'll book the presidential suite for him; you should get it ready, as it's just been empt.... AMY!!" Harry ran around the table as Amy swayed on her feet, her face as white as a ghost. Amy held on to Harry as she tried desperately to get her heart to start beating again. Swallowing a golf ball sized lump in her throat she said, "I'm good now, Harry, thanks." "What the hell Amy? You nearly fainted! I'm going to tell Mr. Rogers," Harry said as he picked up the phone. "Don't!" Amy shouted as she cancelled the call. "I have to do this, okay? If I do this right, I'll get a promotion." "You won't get shit if you faint on the job!" Harry hissed back at her. "I won't faint. I haven't eaten anything since breakfast, but once I do, I'll be fine. Please, Harry, I need to do this. Please don't call Mr. Roger." Harry glared at her. "Fine, we don't have time anyway. I'll be keeping an eye on you though." Amy nodded as she headed for the staff room. The arrival of pack members was not good. Even if it were members of the neighboring pack. Rogues were trespassers and hence, not tolerated. Leo we got trouble. What's wrong? Evacuate now. Take everything and leave as soon as possible I'll try and buy you more time. Leo was her closest friend and beta. When she had made the decision to leave her pack, Leo had helped and supported her. She wouldn't have gotten this far without him. Angie! Get in the car and wait for me. Trouble? Huge trouble. We got a pack member coming. That's super bad. Why aren't we leaving?! He is close. We can't leave with others; if he catches our scent, he'll alert the Clair pack. Then our chances are shot to hell. We have to give our guys more time to move out. Alright! We'll get out of this Angie I promise. Yeah! I know. I trust you. Twenty minutes later, with a lot of shouting and running, Amy got the suite ready. The sheets had to be changed, the floors swept, swabbed, and cleaned, new flowers placed, and the bar stocked. Amy's heart was beating a million miles a minute. The threat of being caught had her instincts screaming to run away and suppressing them made her twitchy as hell. She walked to the reception, "Harry I'm done with the suite. Buzz me when they come, I'm gonna get something to eat." "You're going to have to skip food; they'll be here in two minutes" "They? I thought it was just Jared Donovan!" "Both the reservations are under Jared Donovan, but he always comes with friends...Damn it Amy!" Harry started around the table as Amy's face turned white. As a ghost. Again. "I'm not fainting!" Amy reassured Harry. "Just relax alright." Amy walked over to the foyer to avoid questions from Harry. She smoothed her skirt and kept her head down trying desperately to calm her thudding heart. The automatic glass doors slid open with a hiss. Amy watched as three men, the hotels most esteemed and important guests, walked in. OH FUCK!! Life as a Rogue Ch. 02 The three men approached the reception area. Their eyes narrowed as Amanda stepped towards them, sensing her to be one of them, albeit different. Amanda gathered herself together and plastered a smile on her face, one she hoped she felt. She looked over their shoulder, not meeting their eyes. That will make her look submissive, which will ultimately play in her favor. Letting them know she was strong, an alpha will spill major disaster, one she couldn't afford. It was hard but survival came before pride and power. She checked on Angelina . Life as a Rogue Ch. 03 CHAPTER 3 "They're closing the gate. Hang on!" Angelina stepped on the accelerator until it touched the floor of the car. The Hybrid lurched forward, smashing through the half closed gates of, The Grand Gate, and out into the street. "The stati...train stat...fuck!" "What?" Amanda took a deep breath in an effort to calm her racing heart. There was nothing to be done about the heat coursing through her body. Even if she sat in a tub full of ice cubes, the cubes will melt but she'll still stay hot. "Train station, go there." "But the others are gonna take the bus." "I know. We can't....just go!" Amanda groaned as the heat intensified. "Alright, station it is." Angelina sped through a red light narrowly missing another car. Leo! Amanda are you okay? Angie? We're in the car. I'm in heat Leo. Shit. I'm coming to get you. ARE YOU CRAZY! The only place you'll be coming is your pants, if you get near me! Point taken. I'll send... Just shut up and listen!! Don't wait for us. You go ahead as we planned. Let Wade wait for Angie at the bus stop, if she's not there in an hour tell him to leave. What are you going to do? Seduce the men into an orgy to distract them? Don't give me ideas Leo, at this moment I'm ready to jump anyone who gets in my way. This is your fault entirely. If you hadn't refused to service me I wouldn't be in this mess. Besides, if Roy is the same as I remember him, then he's not gonna let any other male come near me, nor is he gonna let me go. Roy? Yep. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! This is completely fucked up! I WARNED YOU! I KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN IF WE STAYED HERE! Forgive me O Great Yoda! I'll try harder next time. Will there be a next time Mandy? Yes. I doubt that. Fuck you Leo. Would YOU give up the chance to see Carol again? ... I thought so. Now do as I say. "Amanda! Amanda!" Angelina looked over at Amanda; she had closed her eyes and curled up into a ball on the seat. "What!? For God's sake don't shout. I'm miserable enough." "You went so still I got scared." She said dogging a car. "I was taking to Leo, idiot wanted to come rescue us." "Yeah, like that's gonna help! There are painkillers in the glove compartment and a bottle of water in the back seat." "It's not gon...na help, ho god!" Amanda cried out as another wave went through her. "Why not?" "Because..." Amanda paused for a few deep breaths. "I jumped the gun." "I don't get it." "I haven't been serviced during my heat in years. So..." Deep breath. "My wolf is anxious and when I came in close contact with males and an alpha, she..." "Got exited?" Angelina supplied. "Yes. Painkillers won't really do anything for me now; the heat will just burn it up." Amanda reached for the bottle of water. "We should have reached there by now. The station is not that far!" "We would have if I hadn't started for the bus stop. Another five minutes." "Couldn't you have bought a better car then this piece of crap?" her voice had gone hoarse. Amanda gulped down more water. "This is best I could get with the money you gave me!" Angelina bit back. "Beggars can't be choosers you know." "Whatever. Just ask me something. Talking keeps me distracted." Amanda clutched the dash board as the car braked. "And try not to kill me!" Amanda shouted as she brushed off the water she spilled on herself. "Why haven't you been serviced? I thought you and Leo were together." Amanda looked over at the female trying to understand what she was saying; it felt like her brain was melting in her skull. "Nooo, Leo is not my mate or boyfriend or whatever. He used to help me during my heat cycle but then he met Carol...and lost his brain along with his heart. She's human so we didn't...we left her, Leo's choice. He doesn't help me anymore, wants to stay faithful or something. Which... is utter BULLSHIT! Cause we do it... you know... when the mood strikes. And it strikes a lot. But he does not want to service me during my heat anymore. ARE WE THERE YET?" "Almo..." Angelina's answer was cut off as Amanda let out a high pitched wail. Amanda held herself tightly as she rode the wave of heat, "Hurry, they are getting closer." She said in a hoarse voice. "WHAT?!" the panic on Angelina's face increased as she checked all the mirrors. "I don't see anyone following." "They are there, I can feel it, him...the heat increases the closer they get. Can't you smell it?" Angelina sniffed at the air in the car; yes her alpha's scent was changing. The delicate scent of lilacs was changing into a heady scent of strawberries and cream. "It's the heat; it's burning through the potion Valarie gave us. The more the heat the faster it changes." Amanda explained. Angelina looked at the female beside her; the strength of her alpha was evident in how she held herself together and managed to remain sane. Most females would have torn the car apart trying to find some relief from the intense heat riding their bodies. Angelina knew she would have jumped the bones of the first male she saw, wolf or not. "The alpha, you know him don't you?" Angelina asked as she pulled the car in an empty parking slot. She had seen the look of pain, love and loss cross Amanda's face when the alpha had ripped apart the door. She shut off the engine and jumped out, hurrying to the other side to help Amanda out. "Yes I know him." +. +. +. +. +. +. +. Angelina supported Amanda as they made their way through the crowd bustling at the station. "Stay here, I'll get the tickets." "Fuck the tickets, we don't have time." "How the hell do you suggest we get through the barrier? You are in no shape to jump over it. Stay here. I'll be back quick. By the way, which train are we taking?" "It doesn't matter which." Gasped Amanda "It doesn't? But how are..." "Just go!" she barked. Angelina left. Amanda stood against the wall staring at the people passing her by...no not people; men, passing by. She curled her hands into fists and closed her eyes. Jumping humans in a train station is not a good idea Mandy. Especially, when you have male wolves on your ass. The word 'ass' had her mind going in all kinds of delicious directions. It had her thinking of one such ass she was very fond of. Pity she didn't get to see it today-but maybe..."Shit." She whimpered. Another wave. "Got it. Let's go." Angelina snaked her arm around Amanda's shoulder. "Which train?" "You ask me that question one more time and I'll make you regret it in the worst way possible. Just stop talking and start walking. Get in the first train that comes." Amanda whispered in Angie's ear. She rarely used her alpha command on her pack mates, but some things just called for it like a stubborn, confused and panicked 20 year old. "They are getting closer. I can feel it." They make their way through the barriers, cutting through the crowd until they reached a pillar. Amanda leaned on it her head thrown back, eyes closed as she tried to hold on to, at least, a small level of sanity. Angie's fresh lemon scent helped her to stay grounded, that and not looking at men. The heat and waves were increasing steadily. Amanda was sure they had reached the parking lot. She let out a small cry of relief as the train approached the platform. The duo stumbled their way into the train. "Keep moving." Amanda said her voice strained and hoarse. "They are here." They stumbled, pushed and shoved past the few people on the train. Jumped from compartment to compartment until they reached the last one. "Why the hell is this train so empty?" Angie cried out in frustration and panic. Desperation etched across her face. There was just a middle aged man and on old lady in the compartment. "Angelina, listen to me. You get off at the next stop. Go to the bus stop, Wade will be waiting for you." Amanda said as she sat down on a bench. "No! I'm not leaving you." Angelina protested. "Yes, you are. The males will be too focused on me to notice you, and...ho god...even if they did they won't be able to stay away from a female in heat." Amanda cried out again. She took deep breaths and looked out the window as the next stop came into view, "there's the stop, go...go now damn it. They are on the train." "I can carry you, we can do this!" Angie urged. "No, don't worry about me I'll be fine." "This was not the plan Amanda!" Angie wailed. "Any plan I had...went out the window the moment my heat cycle sta...started. Besides, I know the alpha and he won't hurt me. Now GO!" she shouted, startling the poor old lady. Angelina hesitated. Amanda bared her teeth and snarled. Angelina yelped and hopped out of the train when the doors hissed open and ran as fast as her two legs could carry her. Amanda got up on shaky legs, clinging to the pole in front of her. Looking behind her she could see the males making their way towards her through the glass. They were shooing people out of the train. Clever. "Are you okay, lady? You look like you're in pain." Startled, Amanda turned to face the speaker; the middle aged man. Her senses were so haywire that she hadn't felt him approach her. "I'm-I-I'm fine. Thank you." "I could help you. I'm Ron." Ron stepped closer and licked his lips. Amanda eyed the human; he was breathing heavily, pupils dilated and she could smell his arousal. Great... fucking great! A female in heat draws male wolves like bees to honey. Because, during the heat cycle, everything in a woman that attracts a man is amplified. But there are times, rare times, that even a human male gets affected. Ron took another step closer until they were almost nose to nose, "I'll take ca..." he didn't finish his sentence as something caught his attention beyond her shoulder. Amanda finally lost her grip on the sanity as her knees buckled and the force and intensity of the heat made her blackout. Amanda's would be helper backed up hastily as an imposingly big male, with a harsh scowl, quickly stepped forward and caught her. The male held her upright in front of him. "Get out!" he snarled. Ron nearly shit his pants. Ron picked up his suitcase, stepped around the scary male and the unconscious female and ran away from them. The old lady in the corner didn't need any personal attention; she got up and hurried past the two wolves, keeping her eyes on the train floor. Life as a Rogue Ch. 04 I know I have been missing for nearly two months now and I'm extremely sorry. I'll try not to do it again. Next Chapter is already finished and being edited. Lori1969, you are an absolute sweetheart for sticking with me, thank you CHAPTER 4 Conner Roy Donovan watched as the old lady hurried past him, her eyes on the floor. Smart woman. He had come close to committing murder...twice; first the bell boy, who had dared touch the she-wolf and then the human male. Conner steadied the female in his arms when she pitched forward when the train braked. He carried her to the bench, at the end of the compartment, farthest away from his pack mates. He knew they were just as affected by the female's heat as he was, and had far less control than him. The only thing keeping them from bursting in here were his commands. Jared. Yes sir? The beta's mental answer sounded like a frog's croak. Inform Jason about the rogues in his territory and the condition this one is in. Ask him to send help as soon as possible. Co-ordinate with him and make sure we all get off safely and without being seen if possible. Okay. And find me something to tie her down with. She seems to have managed to control the effects of heat somehow but I don't want to take any chances. The beta's understanding flowed through their pack bond before Conner blocked him off. He sat on the bench opposite to the female, elbows on his knees...Amy. He was leaning towards Amy so much he was in a danger of falling on his face. The heat and scent called to him strongly. But he resisted. Clenching his fingers into fists he avoided his most basic instinct to touch her. Instead he stared at her face, trying to put his finger on what bothered him the most about her. Her face was familiar, yet unknown. The shape of her nose, the jaw line, the beauty spot on the left temple, tiny mole at the corner of her right eye; all these details made him remember things he had vowed to forget. When he had first scented her he had thought that Jason had finally managed to spare a were to work at the hotel, where he preferred to stay while visiting. But he quickly grew suspicious of her tensed face and forced smile. Andrew's comment about not knowing her made him wary. He knew Andrew to be a ladies' man through and through. There was not a female in Clair pack that Andrew hadn't flirted with. She was good he had to give her that. She had kept her eyes over their shoulder. Turned her back to them showing her trust, making him believe she was an omega or a theta at least. She had shocked him with her denial of his command. It was then he had noticed her eyes, more specifically the contacts she was wearing. She was an Alpha and a rogue, a dangerous combination. What was she doing working at the hotel? Which pack was she from? And how the hell did she manage to stay sane without a pack? He wouldn't be getting any answers until after her cycle was over. There were two of them; the other female must have escaped the first chance she got. Rouges were hardly ever loyal to each other. The rogue had smelled of lilacs earlier at the hotel, and now it had changed to strawberries and cream. He snarled as thoughts flowed unrestrained through his head. The scent had haunted his days and nights. It was stuck in his head, in his nose. He smelled it everywhere; at times he could almost taste it. Thoughts of her weren't far behind, the softness of her skin, full lips, the way she raked her fingers through his hair, the way she said his name, her laugh, her eyes. He cherished the memories and cursed them. He loved her and hated her. He missed her and detested her for it. The warring emotions had nearly driven him mad; he had been on the verge of going rogue. So he had stopped thinking about her altogether. He locked up everything that was hers; avoided doing things that reminded him of her. It took him some time but he managed to almost forget her and look at other women with interest. Amanda Knight had fucked him good and proper. And he wasn't about to let some female; even one with so many similarities, screw with his life again. Conner, I got a set of cuffs from the strongbox in the conductor's compartment. Leave it on the floor. And return to your spot. Conner stood by the female as Jared entered from the opposite end. Jared walked forward with small and measured steps. Hold your breath Jared, it'll help. Jared looked up at his Conner and tried to grin but only managed to grimace. How can you stay so fucking calm? I have absolutely no idea how! Leave it there on the seat and go. Jared dropped the cuffs on the seat and ran away like the hounds of hell were chasing him. Conner stepped over to the seat and picked up the cuffs. He then bound one of Amy's hands to the seat legs. His ass had just touched the seat when low moan had him snapping to attention. He watched as she arched her back and pulled her legs closer, biting back a groan at the erotic picture she made. She opened her eyes and blinked a few times as if clear away a haze. Amy turned her head and looked at him, smiled and whispered his name, "Roy" ++..++..++..++..++..++ The first thing Amanda's scrambled brain registered was the scent; evergreen and musk, and moaned. How the hell did she land in this mess? Ho yes, I know! It was when her heat cycle got impatient and arrived 3 weeks early ... or was it when her past sucker punched her in the face? Or both? Conner Roy Donovan - just the man she absolutely did not want in her life right now. This was one scenario she did not have an exit strategy planned beforehand. No point in beating around the bush. He'll recognize her sooner or later; let's make the job easy for him. She opened her eyes and smiled charmingly at him, "Roy." She tried to get up and fell off the bench in an unseemly heap when her hand refused to move. Snarling she turned to Conner. "Uncuff me, Roy." She hid her fangs as the shocked look on his face registered. Okay maybe it was a better idea to have beaten around the bush. *Sigh* what's done is done. "Let me go, Roy. Or you get out of here. The cycle progressing fast and it's gonna put me in a pisser of a mood you don't want to be around." Her body was rebooting fast after the blackout, small ripples of heat had started to flow through her body. Frustrated at Conner's inability to process information fast, she kicked out. The hard blow to his shin did the trick. Conner snapped back. "Amanda Knight." The viciousness with which he said her name had her heart clenching painfully. "Glad you finally caught on, Roy. As you can see we have a situation here. If you're planning to help then uncuff me and we'll get on with it. Otherwise get out of here; it hurts more with a male around." Conner growled as he ran his hands over his face, "I'm not going to help you Amanda." "Fine don't help, Jared will do just fine." Amanda sneered. Conner was in her face the next instant, "No one is going to touch you." "Someone will today. I'm sick of being alone during heat. You, Jared, Andrew, I don't give a shit who it is." "When did you turn into a slut Amanda? I'm forgetting you always were. One was never enough for you." Conner smirked. She'll be damned before he gets to see how much that hurt, "So your way of getting back at me is to let me suffer alone through my heat? It isn't my first time in heat Roy, alone or not. So your revenge plan is a total bust and completely petty. Tell me how long do you think they'll last if I called for one of them? My best guess is 5 seconds." "They won't answer you. I told them to stay away." Amanda laughed, "You know that's bullshit Roy, they'll come because I am an alpha, hell they'll come even if I was omeg...Shit!!" The sudden intense wave made her breathless. "It's getting stronger every second Roy. Decide what you want to do." Conner watched as Amanda curled herself into a ball, her skin was flushed red, her scent was growing stronger calling to him. "Why are you giving me a choice Amanda? We both know one word from you and I'll be drooling at your feet. Why are you pushing me away?" Amanda looked up at Conner saw the anger in his eyes, "I don't get you Roy, now you're angry that I'm giving you a choice?" "Tell me why?" Conner yelled. Amanda sighed, "Would you believe me Roy? You hate me, I can see it. You, just like every damn were... in the country, think I killed my father and ran away with Leo." She stopped to catch her breath. "Tell me, in your opinion, did I bury my brother alive or drown him?" Conner cursed as Amanda let out a thin wail of distress. "I never believed the rumors. You'll kill yourself first rather than hurt Rafe." "But you believe I eloped with Leo?" "I don't know what to believe. I can't think straight when it comes to you." Frustrated Conner walked away from her. "I... god... I don't want you to... I don't want you to touch me and regret it later. I don't know what to say to make you believe me but it was never Leo. I never cheated on you, Roy. Everything I did, I did it to keep Rafe safe." She watched as Conner ignored her. "Please just go away Roy. It's already painful, I won't be able to bear it if you stay here, and I won't be able to stop myself from calling out to you." All these years he had loved her and hated her with equal passion. Hadn't been able to stop himself; from dreaming about her, of thinking about her with Leo. He had lied, he had believed every word of the rumors, had believed the worst of her because he couldn't see past the rage of jealousy that had clouded his mind. He had never been able to think logically when it came to Amanda. He turned and looked at her, she had buried her head in her lap, her lean body quaking. He turned back to stare out the window, he counted his breaths; trying to get his mind off the battle his body was raging with his mind. He had to think this through he, couldn't afford hasty decisions. "I won't regret it." Life as a Rogue Ch. 05 So my editor Lori is going through some computer crises, and was unable to edit. If you find any mistakes please point them out. CHAPTER5 Conner Roy turned around as a loud snarl erupted behind him. He watched with a confused fascination as Amanda leaped at him. He groaned as he cracked his skull on the floor and groaned again as Amanda landed on him, straddling him. She bit down on his shoulder as if to sample him. Amanda moaned low in her throat as she licked a line up his neck. "I had forgotten how good you smell. Like the forest." Like home. But she didn't say it out loud. Conner growled as she nibbled on his ear lobe. "Take off the contacts Amanda, I want to see you." Amanda smiled as she reared up, wiggled a little to get comfortable and grinned at the tortured grunt that came from Conner. The intense heat in her body had cooled down a little now that she was in contact with a male. The lava was flowing gently through her body, it would erupt again and soon but for now she had a few minutes of calmness. Amanda shrugged the jacket of her shoulders and threw it to who-cares-where. She reached up and took off her contacts. They joined the jacket. Amanda looked down at Conner. The intense heat in his eyes was welcomed unlike the tortures blistering heat of the cycle. He reached up and ran his thumbs' under her eyes, moved his forefinger along her temple, dipping down to trace his finger along her cheekbones, nose, jawline and finally her lips. Amanda closed her eyes as she savored his touch. God! She had hoped for this, dreamed about him. In all her time as a rogue, Roy was the only one who made her want to go back and face her problems, so that she could be with him, if only for a little while. It seems like a lifetime ago that she had met him for the first time, gone on a run with him. It was almost astounding how she meet him again, the one man she had fallen in love with when young and chosen as her mate. She wasn't sure if she wanted to kiss Margi or strangle her of doing such a piss poor of researching the hotel and its customers. "How did you get out of the cuffs?" Amanda smiles, "I have lived on the streets for almost 20 years now, you learn few things along the way." Conner tugged at her hair as he freed it from its band, he spread it with his fingers pulled her down and buried his face in her hair. She felt a low moan emit from his chest. Amanda nibbled at his neck as she raised his shirt and touched the hot smooth skin beneath. She trailed her fingers from his stomach to his hard chest. She groaned as the heat in her body started to rise. Time's up! She raised her head and looked at him. "Roy, I need you." He didn't hesitate; he arched over and fused their mouths, bringing her chest to his own. Wrapping her arms around the nape of his neck, she held him close as his lips moved against hers and his tongue entered her. The kissing was glorious and consuming; to the point where she didn't notice he was undoing the buttons of her shirt. And then his hands were upon her. Through the soft cotton bra, his palms burned as they stroked her breasts and continued lower. Parting her thighs even farther for him, she pulled up the skirt and got what she wanted, his touch going to her hot core, massaging her through the panties, bringing her to that knife edge of release—but no farther. "I want to kiss you," she growled against her mouth. "But I can't wait." He thought she was kissing him? Before he could respond, she lifted her hips from his and worked with rough urgency at the front of his pants. Lot of shifting and struggling later they were both naked. Conner turned them over positioning his legs in between hers. And then something hot and blunt was bumping ... nudging ... slipping against her. Amanda arched up and called his name—and he took her: As her voice echoed to the ceiling, his body claimed hers, pushing inside, making its way, hard yet satin soft. Conner dropped his head down beside hers as they were joined. The sense of stretching and accommodating his size bordered on painful—not that she would have traded it for the world. Groaning deep in his throat, his body started to move, slowly at first, then with greater speed, his hips swinging against hers as he gripped her thighs and squeezed. With the great wave of passion engulfing them both, every sensation was magnified, her mind at once fully present and totally blown away by the manner in which they came together. As the rhythm bordered on out of control, Amanda held on to him for dear life, her physical form soaring even as it was pinned down under his, her heart shattering and mending in the same instant as the pleasure suddenly coalesced and then snapped. Her orgasm had her core gripping him and relenting in an alternating rhythm. It seemed to pitch him off the edge and into his own wild contractions, his pelvis shoving in and then jerking against her. It all seemed to last forever, but as with any flight one took; they eventually fell the freedom of the sky and returned to earth. Awareness was a gradual, unsettling burden. The hard floor was cold again her heated skin. And the air around her was not as warm as the passion had been. How strange, she thought. Even though they had shared so much before, these moments just now had taken them up and over a great rift. She wondered how that would make him feel— Conner lifted his head and stared down at her. There was no particular expression on his face, neither joy nor sorrow nor guilt. He just looked at her. "Are you okay?" he said. As her voice had deserted her, she nodded, even though she wasn't sure what she felt. Physically, her body felt great, in fact, it continued to welcome the presence inside it. Conner stayed frozen right where he was, hovering over Amanda, still buried in her body, his sex twitching to keep going even as he put a lock on his lust. He waited for his conscience to start screaming. He was ... ready for something, anything to cough up out of his chest—despair, anger, frustration at having fallen under her spell again. All he got was the sense that what had just happened was the beginning, not an end. All he felt was a sense of rightness. Reaching up, he brushed back a strand of red hair from her face. "You sure you're okay?" "Are you?" "Yeah. I am.... I mean, I truly am ...alright. I was prepared for anything but that." The smile that blossomed on her face was nothing short of the sun's radiance, the expression transforming her features into a beauty so dazzling; she took his breath away. "How about we try that again?" She said in a soft voice. The need was rising in her again. He grinned, a full out impish grin that had her cheeks flushing a deeper pink. The question made his cock jump inside of her, her slick, tight heat stroking it, making him ready to roar and start pounding away again. Tunneling his arms around her, he pulled her up, held her close to his chest and set her on his heavy thigh. She kissed him again, tilting his head back and working her mouth over his as Conner palmed her bottom and braced himself to start moving. Using his arms, he lifted her up and down on his arousal, as Amanda kissed what she could of his throat and collarbones as he penetrated her at a different, deeper angle. She was incredible, enveloping him, holding him tightly, and the friction making him want to bite her just for the taste of her. Faster and faster. Amanda tightened her hold on him which was just fine with him. Digging in with his fingers, he got closer and closer to the end point and it was the same with her. The sounds she was making, the incredible moans, her gorgeous scent rising up, her long hair her falling over her shoulder and his own, blanketing them both. Amanda raked her fingers through his hair as she pressed her forehead to his. "Roy." His name on her lips was low, almost reverent. Something about that led to his undoing: Two thrusts later his body pitched off its ledge, the release taking over everything until he cursed on an explosive breath. Careening through the pleasure, he squeezed her hard and put his face into all that red, breathing in, smelling the delicate scent that was her. Shit, the scent of her cranked him even higher, until his orgasm abruptly became rough and staggered him, racking his body, throwing his balance out of whack, rendering him temporarily senseless. It must have been the same for her—from a distance, he heard her call out his name as she locked her legs around his hips, melding them together. And he rode out the pleasure for as long as it lasted. When he finally stilled, Amanda's head slumped onto his shoulder, her body collapsing against his chest, her lovely body going loose as her lovely hair. Unbidden, one of his hands found her spine and trailed it upward to her neck. As his breathing eased, he just ... held her. Life as a Rogue Ch. 06 Jared, Andrew and Jonathan stood beside the train that housed two werewolves, in the rail yard. The locomotive engineer was currently taking an involuntary nap. "I don't like this. Conner is in there servicing a freaking rogue," grumbled Andrew. "It's not like he had a choice. She called to him; there is no way he could refuse. Rogue or not she's an alpha," Jonathan supplied. "So is he," Andrew replied. "She is in heat Drew," Jonathan explained. "Yes, I noticed that," Andrew gestured at the big bulge in his pants. Jonathan started to talk but thought better of it. It was easier to bang his head against a wall while being upside down balancing on one hand, than explain something to Andrew. "So, what's gonna happen after the fiasco happening inside is over?" Drew asked, kicking the stones under his feet. "Depends, Jacob might put her down. She's in St. Clair territory. It's his decision," Jon shrugged. "Conner won't let that happen," Jared spoke for the first time since they arrived at the yard. "Just because he's banging her, doesn't mean he has to be her shiny knight," Jonathan said, irritated. "She smells like strawberries," Jared said, staring away distractedly into space. "No, she smells like lilacs," Jonathan corrected. "Now it's strawberries," Jared looked at Jon. "This just went from a fiasco to a catastrophe," Drew rubbed his forehead, where a headache was forming. "What? Why?" Jon looked from Jared to Drew and back. "There just one female I know who smells like strawberries and cream." Jared nodded at Andrew, "I'm surprised you remember, Drew." Andrew grinned, "She's the one that slipped away." "She's the one who was never in your league," Jared shot back. "Enough with the mystery. Who is she?" Jon questioned. "Amanda Knight." Jonathan opened his mouth and closed it a few times like a guppy. "I thought she'd be dead by now. Hoped rather. Evil doesn't die easy.This is gonna mess up Conner royally. Remember when she left?" "Hard to forget, as he nearly killed me," Jared responded. "And Laura. Speaking of, when is she gonna be here. These pants are getting really tight." Drew walked around in a bid to ease the discomfort. As if on cue, Jared's cellphone rang. "It's Laura." Jared walked away as he spoke on the phone. "What do you think she was doing in that hotel?" Drew asked Jon. "I don't know and I don't care. That bitch ruined Conner's life," Jon's heated reply made Drew stop in his tracks. "That a little harsh, Jon. Maybe she had a reason to run away. Hell! If I had a stepmother like Bianca, I'd run too. Besides, Conner always was irrational about her; he almost ripped my balls off when I flirted with her." "You should have known better, Drew." "Hey, come on! I flirted with Samantha, too; you just laughed and pushed me away." "That's because I knew you were being a dick." "Exactly! Conner should have known that too. He attacked the Stidolph alpha's son just because he was dancing with her." "Whose side are you on?" Jonathan asked, a little annoyed. "It's not about sides. I'm just not convinced that Amanda murdered her family just to run away with her lover. That story's straight out of a crappy novel. And if you'll pull your 'Conner Roy loyalty blinders' off, you'll see its all bullshit started by Bianca. Because that bitch lives to ruin lives," Andrew countered. "Wow, Drew! I have never seen you talk for so long before. I didn't know you could string so many words together," Jon laughed. "Fuck off," Andrew flipped off Jon. "Try not to display this new found ability in front of Laura; she's not fond of Amanda," Jared walked back after the call. "Are you kidding, she hates Amanda's guts," Jonathan said, sounding cheerful. "She's here. Let's just hope she manages to control herself and not kill Amanda on sight," Jared sighed, wishing the last two hours would disappear. "She probably won't recognize her. Amanda's changed her appearance. Unless you told her," Drew looked at Jared. "I didn't. But it won't matter. She'll recognize her scent." "Maybe she won't." "Don't count on it." "We should be worried about Amanda killing Laura, not the other way around. Amanda's in heat, she's not about to let another female come near Conner. Females in heat are extremely fierce, you should see Samantha when she... no you should NOT see Sam when she's in heat." "Let leave it to the ladies to figure it out," Drew said, as five females came out from behind another train. Dressed in jeans, t-shirt and boots, Laura, the female head-honcho of St. Clair pack, exuded purpose and a no-nonsense attitude. The other four females were dressed similarly. The blank expressions on their faces were a carefully created mask, so as not to encourage the men. The males from the Donovan pack were a ticking bomb that needed to be handled carefully. Amanda's heat cycle had hit them hard. The need to procreate with another female was high. The only thing keeping the three in line was the fact that the five females in front of them were mated. "Jared, Drew, Jon," Laura nodded at them as the ladies stopped a good distance away from the men. "Laura," Jared greeted his oldest friend with a rigid nod of his head. "All right, let's get this mess sorted out. There is a car waiting for you outside the yard's gate. No point in you three staying here. It's going to be a bitch as it is, and I don't want any complications. So scram," Laura said, her voice unsympathetic. If it had been anyone else telling him to "scram," Jared would have stayed just to prove a point. But this was Laura, so you did what you were told. And not just because she was an alpha but because she was scary. She was the eldest of seven children of Brendan Donovan, the brother of the Donovan alpha. Laura was considered the princess of the pack, as the alpha himself had only one child. The kids of Donovan had breathed a sigh of relief and their parent's one of regret when she got mated to Jason St. Clair. No pup in the Donovan pack had ever disobeyed her; they might blatantly ignore their parents, but never Laura. And Jared felt no shame in admitting that she always could scare him when she wanted to. "Laura... we'll need to..." Jared left the sentence hanging, partially because it was damn awkward talking about sex with Laura, and partially because he was afraid she'd kick his ass for wanting to have sex with one of her pack females. But he really did not have a choice. If he did not get off soon, he was going to go crazy. And so were Jonathan and Andrew. Males who are exposed to a heat cycle without any relief go savage and are hard to control. Laura gave him the beady eye before speaking. "It's been arranged. The partners are waiting for you at our compound." Anticipating the state of the males, Laura had asked her single pack females to volunteer. The response had been huge and enthusiastic, which did not surprise Laura at all. "I can't... I don't... I'm..." Jonathan stuttered at Laura's statement. The thought of a willing female just 20 minutes away was overloading his circuits. But he balked when it registered that the one waiting for him wouldn't be his mate. Besides, he did not want to get castrated by said mate afterwards. "You're mated, I know. It's been arranged, don't worry Jon. I talked to Samantha. We are gonna tranq you." Jonathan groaned. This is so not my day. "My sympathies, bro," Drew grinned. "The three of you have five seconds to haul ass out of here," Laura said, looking pointedly at her watch. "Hauling," Jared said, and they did just that. Laura waited until she got confirmation from Dan the driver that the men were on their way, and then turned to her ladies. "The female's gonna come at us, she'll be slow but lethal, so watch yourselves. We secure the female first, then Conner. June, I want you out front, I'll go in second, Teri, you get the tranq ready." "Yep," Teri said as she removed two syringes from a case. One contained a double dose for the female. "Conner might try and intervene. Carrie and Zoe, keep him down. Let's hope no one gets clawed in the face. And that this will be the last time I have to see my brother have sex." ++.++.++.++.++.++.++. Conner trailed his hands up from her hips to her breasts. Cupping them, he watched as she rose and fell above him. "Amanda," was the only coherent thought in his head. As time had passed, words had become scarce. The only thing that remained was the heat. His back arched as the pleasure coiled tighter, tighter, and then snapped when her nails racked down his chest. Her vicious growl barely registered. And suddenly she was off him. Confusion erupted, buried under pleasure, as a snarl was answered with a snarl. He turned and watched two females struggle to hold Amanda still. Fury rose as Amanda went limp and fell to the floor. With a roar, he launched towards the enemies and was slammed back on his ass. "Teri, he won't stay down long," Zoe shouted. She held his left arm immobile while Carrie did the same with his right. Teri came forward with the syringe ready and injected it at the side of his neck. She watched as Conner's eyes glazed over before he fell unconscious. A curse and a thump had the females staring at their alpha, a calm, cool female who rarely got riled. Laura retracted her hand back from the dent she had made at the side of the train. She turned around and ignored the stares as she walked out of the compartment. She took out her cell and dialed. "Yo! Boss, we nearly reached the gate." Dan spoke above the screams of Metallica. "Your boys are 5 seconds from humping my seat. Ow! Hey! Why did you hit me, man?" "Cut the music, Dan," said Jared as he took the phone and put it on speaker. "Laura," Jared spoke as the noise stopped. "Is it her?" "Yes, it's Amanda," Jared sighed. "Did you kill her?" Drew asked, concerned. "What? Why would I do that?" Laura asked, perplexed. "Because you hate her fucking guts?" Jon said. "No, I didn't kill her. And I don't hate her." Laura cut the call as the four females came out carrying Amanda and Conner. She walked toward their cars and the rest followed. She didn't hate Amanda, though she understood why people thought that. She just had never liked her. As a person, Amanda was fine. As Conner's mate... nope. Again, this was not Amanda's fault, but Conner's. Conner always had an explosive temper. He usually contained it, but when it came to Amanda, irrational didn't cover it. He would have killed anyone and everyone without thought; he was that possessive about her. He had nearly killed Jared and her in his rage when Amanda disappeared. Conner had stayed away from them for more than two months, buried in grief and guilt. She had seen how reserved Conner had been all these years. No matter how much he tried, how much everyone tried, Conner didn't go back to being the way he was before Amanda disappeared. But he was trying; he was coming to St. Clair pack more often to meet up with her. Going out with what's-her-name the doctor. That was possibly for Conner's father's benefit; he had refused to step down as alpha until Conner got mated. But Conner was trying. And now Amanda was back, and it was going to screw everything with Conner. Not to mention the fact that Amanda was accused of murdering her family. She was one of the few on the wanted list in the were-community and had to be handed over to the Knight pack when caught. And Laura bet her first born on Conner opposing the hand over. +•+•+•+•+•+•+ Jared sat, head in his hands, beside the bed in the infirmary of St. Clair pack. On said bed lay his alpha's son, and his own best friend. What a mess! Things had been great this morning, as great as normal could be. His afternoon was spent running errands for his alpha. He had been anticipating seeing his girl. April and he had been seeing each other for months now and he was falling for her. Things had gone up shit creek the instant they stepped foot into Grand Gate Hotel. "Jon, get the damn doctor in here," he called out to Jonathan, who along with Andrew was standing outside the ward like a guard dog. Three hours had passed since the train yard. Two of them had fucked their dicks out (come to think of it, those were the best hours of today), and one of them had been tranq'ed, and Conner was still sprawled unconscious on the bed. Jared didn't even know were Amanda was. Five minutes later, the doctor stepped in. A middle aged, tall, broad shouldered woman with a perpetual 'fuck yourself' on her forehead. Icing on the cake. "Why is he still out?" Jared asked. "He was drugged," Mary answered. "What the fuck did you give him that lasts for 3 hours?" Jared nearly shouted. "Please do not use such language in front of me." "Listen lady...." he started. "Boy! Calm down and sit down." Jared did just that. Goddamn mother figures. "He's sleeping," Dr. Mary St. Clair explained to the exasperated and worried beta. His face showed just how much he did not appreciate the talk down. "Anyone can see that," Andrew butted in, impatient. "He's been part of a heat cycle. And even though it wasn't completed, it takes a toll on the male body. This is why males sleep for nearly 24 hours after servicing a female. It helps cleanse the body of the changes the female hormones induce." Mary went next to the bed and peered down at Conner; lifted one eyelid, then the other; and checked his pulse and various other things flashing on the monitor. "He'll be fine when he wakes up. As for when he'll wake up, it could be in the next five minutes or five hours." Jared stared at Mary with trepidation, and then sighed; there was nothing he could do. "Alright. How is Amanda?" "I'm not acquainted with anyone of that name." "The chick in heat, doc," Drew supplied. "Ah! The rogue. She's not yet stable." Jared watched as the doc's forehead creased in worry. His heart lurched at the tense look on her face. "She is being closely monitored." "Will she pull through?" Drew asked, concerned. "That's entirely up to her." "What's wrong with her, exactly?" Jon asked, irritated. That rogue bitch just won't stop creating problems. "When a female goes in heat, she experiences intense arousal. Now, during a normal, non-heat arousal, females and even males," she gestured to the four in the room, "experience a rise in body temperature and their scent gets stronger." Jared stared at the doctor in disbelief; she was giving them the sex talk. How the hell did that happen? "Now, imagine that a hundred times stronger. It becomes painful. What the males feel when around a female in heat is mild in comparison." Jon resisted the urge to snort. "That's why females tend to destroy things in their way, trying to distract themselves. Doesn't work," Mary shrugged, "but nothing really make sense then so..." "That didn't answer the question," Jared stated. He had had no interaction with the St. Clair pack doctor before, but from what April, who was also a doctor, had told him, Dr. Mary was supposed to be 'truly awesome'. He had yet to find evidence to that fact. On the contrary he found her extremely frustrating. "I was getting to that," Mary removed her glasses and wiped them with a tissue. "Get there fast, lady," Jon growled. "Growling at me is going to achieve nothing, boy. Now, where were we? Ha yes! A male's touch makes the heat bearable for the female. But they, Conner and the rogue, were separated, so the heat became... unbearable again. Her cycle is unstable; it will either increase exponentially or subside completely." "Death by extreme arousal! Now that's got be a first," Jon chuckled. "It's no laughing matter," The sudden rage on the Doctor's face had Jon stepping back. "For males it's all just a joke. Servicing a female is the best time of your lives; you have no idea the havoc it plays on our bodies. It's not sweet, intense arousal we feel, but excruciating pain. That female won't die of 'extreme arousal,' as you put it," she made quotation marks in the air; "she'll die of heart failure, if she's lucky. Her heat was advancing the last time I checked and if that keeps up, her heart won't be able to bear the blood pressure, and will explode like a balloon," Mary marched to the door. "You're mated I hear, I just hope you're not so brash with her life." Already regretting losing her temper and revealing so much about the female, Mary walked away. Jon didn't look at his pack mates as he stomped off in the opposite direction. "She shouldn't have brought up Samantha. The rest was deserved," Andrew sat down on the empty chair beside Jared to wait for Conner to wake up and to pray for Amanda to survive.