Tyson watched her take a deep breath and he wondered if she was afraid of motorcycles, or if there was something else that she needed to coax herself into. Soon she was taking off her head phones and sticking them into a special pouch into her bag. He thought it was cute how neat and tidy she was, it made him smile his normal wolfish smile showing nothing but his large ivory teeth. He looked her up and down quickly as she put the black helmet on, he had to admit she look down right gorgeous in biker gear.<br/><br/>The bike purred and vibrated underneath him and he revved the engine gently so it wouldn't stall as she positioned herself on the bike. He felt her hesitation more than saw it as she went to wrap her arms around him. He smiled and looked down at her petite hands, then he quickly grabbed the hand on the outside before she could even resist and pull away. His lips brushed ever so lightly against her porcelain white skin than immediately placed it where it had been.<br/><br/>Tyson felt her nuzzle herself against his back, he could hear her in hale his scent and he wanted to chuckle but refrained from letting it out. His auditors picked up the light and soft whimper/murr sound that escaped her thin lips.<span style="font-style: italic">"Lips...Her lips...Silky...soft..God! They would be like heaven to press into. This woman is driving me nuts, If I don't woo her soon, I'am explode."</span>He thought to himself, his thought really relating to the raging war between his mind and his dick. His smiled spread cheek to cheek as he felt her tighten her grip around him. He kicked up the kickstand and balanced the bike than began to go and a slow paced than lifted up his feet and his speed increased.<br/><br/>Buildings passed by his vision in a blur and the wind tore at his shirt in an attempt to tear it off his body and leave his gleaming skin in the open for females to goggle at. He passed stopped cars as they waited for the light to turn green, he was on a mission to get this girl to her class on time. He came on the long stretch of road that led to the entrance of Hunter's Crowl. He shifted and pressed on the accelerator. The landscape zoomed passed them as he went faster and faster. Soon the gate was there and he slowed down just enough to go through the entrance than zoomed towards the portal.<br/><br/>They popped in and out of the portal so fast he barley had the time to swerve out of the way so he didn't hit Zavyr. He yelled a sorry as he kept on going and was soon on the street. He balanced himself out and went on the right side of the road and followed the signs toward her school. A red light came into view and this time it was inviolable and he had to stop. He slowed the bike down than once he was at a halt. He braced the weight of bike while planting his feet on the pavement. His left hand left the handle and went to sliding up and down Lyall's thigh, he tried to comfort more than a sexual thing than switched back to grabbing the handle when the light turned green. He zoomed off and went slightly above the speed limit but dared not go any further.<br/><br/>Soon he saw her school and shifted and went faster. He turned into the rounded drive way and stopped in front of the building. He planted his feet and turned off the motor. He turned slightly and watched her get off the bike. She handed him back his helmet and she started to turn, Tyson reached for her arm and got her hand. He pulled her into him and he wrapped an arm around her waist. "You owe me something missy." He growled, his face close to hers.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Eferhilda wrote:</cite>A blur. That was what the world was to Lyall as she clung to the back of Tyson while he zoomed through the streets. A blur of sights and sounds while she was nearly  overwhelmed by his scent. His rich and earthy scent that wrapped about her similar to her music did, comforting her and making her feel safe. <br/><br/>Even now as they were nearly free of Hunter Crowl and those who dwelled within, her fingers still tingled from where his lips had brushed against them before they took off. These feelings for him were foreign and terrifying yet she did not want them to end, not just yet. A part of her truly ached to see just where it would go with him, to see if what she felt for him was more then just a physical need. <br/><br/>All too soon it seemed that the ride was over and they were sitting outside of her school. Still she lingered, her hands tentatively rubbing along his hard solid chest. Perhaps trying to return the early gesture when he caressed her thigh? Or maybe she just was not ready to let go...not just yet. But the shadow of her school fell across them and she knew that all good things must come to an end and so she let go of his chest and dismounted the bike. <br/><br/>Slowly she removed the helmet, taking care to not meet his gaze, again not trusting what would happen should she meet it. As she handed him the helmet back she took the moment to rough up her shortly cut hair, returning it to the cute mess that it usually was. Wishing to be away from him yet not she opted to just turn and leave before anymore could possibly come of this rather surprising afternoon. Yet she had barely taken a step when she felt his hand in her own, then just as suddenly his face close to her own as his wrapped an arm about her waist and held her close.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"You owe me something missy." He growled, his face close to hers.</span><br/><br/>Lyall blush as she looked down for a moment at a lost for words, while her heart hammered like a humming bird in her chest. Biting her bottom lip for a moment in thought and an old nervous habit that decided at that moment to resurface. She finally looked up into his eyes, meeting his gaze head on and holding it as a bit of courage flared inside of her. <br/><br/>Smirking slightly she leaned forward and took his lips into a tentative kiss that after a moment became more passionate. When it ended she was slightly breathless so as she leaned to his ear her words were more breathy then she meant for them to be. <br/><br/>"Thank you..."<br/><br/>There seemed to be more that she wanted to say, as she had stressed 'you' in a similar fashion to how he had earlier when he said that he wanted her. Yet she could not bring herself to say such words...not just yet. <br/><br/>Kissing him lightly on the cheek a final time she dislodged herself from his grasp and headed on her way to class. Casually taking out her headphones and slipping them on her head while making her way toward her class, a light smile on her lips while she walked.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>The faint feeling of her slightly running her fingers over his chest was still there, he felt it as if she was still doing it. Her light touch had made him want to murr with joy. He looked down into her golden eyes, his heart quickened and almost jumped into his throat as he looked into the beautifying depths. He brought his other unoccupied hand up and brushed a strand of fiery red hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. He could hear the humming bird in her chest, beating its wings frantically in an attempt to get out.<br/><br/>Tyson smiled at this acknowledgment for his heart beat matched her own and desire flared in his groin as he watched her nibbling on her bottom lip. He craved to do that to her whole body and his body tightened with awareness that she was finally so near and close and in his grasp. She was leaned in close with her hands braced against his chest and her fingers fanned out along his pectoral muscles, his large arm was wrapped snugly around her thin waist, almost in a possessive manner.<br/><br/>It happened in slow motion for him, he watched her slowly rise, her hands pushing into him more as she moved closer to him, than her lips touched his and it was over. His heart was racing a mile a minute, his arm tightened around her and pressed her against him farther. His lips helping the kiss turn into one of passion. He thought his heart was going beat right out of his chest cavity it was going so fast. He was glad in that instant that she could not hear the wing beat of a butterfly or in this case a crazy wolf enjoying himself to much.<br/><br/>The kiss ended all to quick for him and he leaned his head against hers as she whispered in his ear. He panted back, â€œYour welcome.â€ Her warm breath basking his sensitive ear, making the tiny hairs stand on end and his pulse race with excitement, her scent mingled with his desire and he all but growled as she pulled away. He clung his finger to the hook of her cargo pants not wanting her to leave him but he knew she needed to get to class. This was the second time he was aroused to the point of pain and yet again he wasn't getting any anytime soon.<br/><br/>Tyson growled in frustration and shoved his hand thru his gelled hair out of habit, than threw back his head and howled, he knew she would hear it and make all the other people in the school wonder if there was a lost wolf out in the city. He grinned thinking of their confusion than shoved his helmet on and started up his motorcycle than speed off in a rush to find a means of easing the sexual tension that had built up that mid morning/afternoon.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Eferhilda wrote:</cite>His howl echoed in the reassesses of her mind...the longing and need that she heard was as clear to her as if he had told her himself. In a way he had...with his actions and those three strained words when they stood so close in the breakroom. The look in his eyes and the hunger in his voice, the reaction that it triggered in her body. It was all nearly overwhelming to her....<br/><br/>By the Goddess why was she acting like this? Like some young girl with a crush! It was foolish to think that he wanted more than just a romp in the sack. She had seen him with different women before, so why would it be different with her? What made her different and special to make him stay with her for longer then a night?<br/><br/>She was just kidding herself and was looking to get hurt, allowing herself to be taken in by his looks, his scent...his eyes....<br/><br/>Damnit! Even now she could not stop thinking about him and it was getting to be that she could not focus on the test that sat before her. All she could think of was how he lips felt against her own and how good it felt to be held in his arms. His scent and the heat of his body wrapping around her as if were a warm blanket, comforting her and making her feel safe.<br/><br/>Groaning she ran her fingers through her hair in frustration, cutting her eyes at the girl next to her who had the nerve to shush her. She resisted the urge to growl at her as she went back to her physics final, the numbers seeming to not make sense to her anymore, looking like nothing but a jumble of confusing numbers and letters. If her schooling was going to suffer then she could most definitely not be involved with Tyson, no matter how much a part of her wanted to be. <br/><br/>Tonight when she got to work she would talk to him, apologize for leading him on and beg that he did not fire her. Yes...that is what she was going to do. <br/><br/>With her mind made up it was easier to focus, well somewhat, it did not help that she smelled like him from having clung so tightly to him while he drove her to school. More then once she had to chastise herself for thinking about him and her together...his body on top of her own, bare flesh brushing against her own...how his throaty growls mimicked her own moans....<br/><br/>Groaning again she pinched herself so that she could try and focus...today was going to be a very long day.</div></blockquote>