The Alpha's Touch (redlobster2086 & Lycana)
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				Title: <strong>The Alpha's Touch (redlobster2086 &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>29-06-2012, 18:32:05</strong>
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				Sierra took a deep breath as she sat in her room gazing at the setting sun. Tonight would be her twentieth Wolfen Moon, by pack law she was now available to be taken as a mate by any of the pack, and apparently someone already placed dibs on her. She shook her head in disgust. She felt like nothing more than a possession to be passed from one house hold to the next. Earlier that morning she had been confronted by her mother and father and given a choice: submit and become the alpha's mate or be run out of the pack, the only home she had ever known...<br><br>Not seeing much of a choice she relented, silently promising that although he may have her body she'd never give up her independence or her heart. Her soft growl filled the room only to be cut short by a quick tap at her door. Celia, her mother, stepped in with her daughter's approval and stood there watching her, a bright smile lighting up her beautiful face. "Oh, mi nina... I can't believe this is happening! Come. We'll get you hair brushed out and put you in that nice dress I bought you, alright?" She asked striding towards her daughter to pull her up and usher her towards the black vanity in the corner.<br><br>Already Sierra could feel the uneasy trembling beginning and her stomach began somersaults in competition to her heart which had jumped to her throat at her mother's entrance. The idea of doing what she was about to do with someone she truly knew little about made her want to run from their two-story home to dash down the streets of ever rainy Seattle and into the forest so close yet just out of reach. As she was sat down on the narrow bench in front of her vanity Sierra took another deep, steadying breath. She struggled to come to terms with what was about to happen yet the wild part of her, the free spirit that longed to run free kept her from fully accepting this man into her heart.<br><br>Examining her reflection in the mirror she tried to see why the alpha picked her of all the available females in the pack. Shyann had deep red hair and tawny skin despite the ever cloudy forecast. Her emerald green eyes sparkled in the light and her hair shined. But all she could see was her usual self. The same image she's seen for the past 20 years. <em>What was so special?</em> She continued to examine herself as Celia brushed out her hair so it fell in soft waves around her face and rubbed a faintly sweet smelling lotion into her skin. Before long her mother was helping her slip on a flowing red dress and spinning her around to look in the mirror.<br><br>Sierra blinked in surprise, she looked... Good. Her hair looked as soft as it felt and the red dress complimented her hair and her hourglass figure perfectly, its scooped neckline held just the right amount of suggestibility to make her all the more desirable while keeping a good most of her figure to the imagination. The sleeves were off the shoulder allowing an unbroken patch of skin from her neck to her elbow before a tiny button clasped the soft cloth together at the delicate flesh along her inner elbow before the sleeves fell to her wrist in thin waves. Her feet were clasped in simple, yet delicate black sandals and a tear drop necklace of hessonite (http://energymuse.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/hessonite_orange_facets1.jpg) encased in silver lay around her throat.<br><br>She was ready.<br><br>Stifling a soft whimper, her mother nodded and hugged her tightly. "He'll be here soon, mija. Trust in him and his decisions. He is the alpha for a reason and will not lead you astray." Smiling, Celia kissed her daughter's forehead tenderly before going downstairs to await their alpha male.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Alpha's Touch (redlobster2086 &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>30-06-2012, 02:34:19</strong>
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				"It's almost time Alpha" came a deep voice from behind Corin, beckoning the man to turn about and face him. With a soft smile that seemed deceptively kind the werewolf turned and glanced across the room to the source of the words. Three men stood in the center living room of a large, finely furnished log cabin set off in the woods of rainy Seattle. The place was not only the home of the Alpha, but also the primary meeting place for all the werewolf's under his thrall. The echo of rain broke from the sky-light above and large surrounding windows, accompanied every so often by the distant clap of thunder.<br><br>Corin stood just before a set of couches, drawing in a deep scent, his nostrils filling with the emotions of the two companions that remained across from him. One was an older male, age having taken away what once might have been handsome features. A full gray beard strewn from the mans face, long full locks of gray hair covered partial by a bandana tied around his forehead. He wore a bikers jacket, and biker jeans. "Thank you Trevor" the Alpha told his second, nodding to the man who resembled a retired biker gang leader from straight out of a movie. The other was much younger, nearer to the Alpha's age. This one wore plain clothes, a button up shirt that was too well fitting along with a plain pair of jeans. He was handsome, though not quite so handsome as the Alpha.<br><br>The younger man spoke suddenly, his body visibly shaking as his tone spoke of a lack of self-confidence. "Are you certain of this Alpha, she is... low born". Jacob, the other man who had a bad habit of speaking out of turn often, was of course talking about Corin's bride to be. True, she came from a family that was but a generation in their pack. Her parents were turned at a young age and devoted themselves wholly to the pack, Celia most especially, but their daughter was a true born. Sierra was quite beautiful as well. "Are you questioning my decision Jacob" the Alpha inquired with a raised eyebrow, taking two large steps forward and closing the distance between the two. Jacob might have backed of, if not for the couch just behind him. "No my lord, I simply-" he did not have time to speak more in his defense.<br><br>Corin's hand swung around with a speed that was inhuman for one of even his kind. Any who had the ability actually follow Corin's movements would have only seen the Alpha slap Jacob, but the scent and sounds spoke otherwise. There was a sickening crunch that broke the silence of the log cabin, rather than the quick snap of a flat palm against a cheek. Half of Jacob's face was destroyed instantly, five large deep claw marks replacing what had once been an eye socket, ear, cheek and jaw. The dead subordinate fell to the couch, slumping and bleeding onto a rather nice piece of furnishing. Trevor said nothing, did nothing, and from the look on his face afterwards cared nothing for what Corin had just done.<br><br>"Clean this mess up, and find me a new couch. I want my home perfect for when I bring my new bride home" he ordered swiftly before making for the door. There had been a spray of blood when Jacob's head melted away, but not a drop sat on the young handsome features of the Seattle Alpha. He wore a white button up that was not too tight around his stomach, but hinted at the muscles of the man's chest regardless in the way it fit. The sleeves strewn down his arms, likewise fairly loose but form fitting enough to tell any who didn't know that the Alpha was certainly not weak looking. His lower body was wrapped in a dark colored belt, caky pants flowing down his long legs to a pair of dress shoes. All of this accented the short cut dark hair of the man, long enough only to frame his elegant features and piercing green eyes. Truth be told he looked more like a business man than a wolf, right now at least. "I will meet her by myself" he informed Trevor in a tone that would not allow for argument.<br><br>Exiting the home, Corin walked slowly to his car, checking his watch along the way to judge how much time remained. Soon enough he was driving out from the country and down into the Seattle streets, rain continuing to fall though harder now. Eventually he arrived, stepping from the car slowly in the common two story house nestled in the suburbs. The address was correct, so without further instruction he clicked up the front steps to the front door, knocked, and waited. Seirra's father answered, he recognized the man from when he had told him that he was to marry Seirra on her 20th Wolfen Moon.<br><br>Corin did not wait to be invited in. In their society, what belonged to the pack belonged to the Alpha. He had just as much claim over the household as they did, arguably more by their laws. The father stepped to the side without question, obviously not surprised that Corin would enter without question or announcement. In the entryway, he caught sight of Celia her mother. "Where is she" he asked, politely albeit obviously expecting to receive an answer.<br><br>"She is upstairs Alpha, I will bring her" the mother disappeared up the household stairs quickly to call down Sierra.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Alpha's Touch (redlobster2086 &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>30-06-2012, 09:09:52</strong>
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				Having been quickly pacing back and forth across the length of her room, Sierra immediately froze upon hearing the front door open. Her body stiffened and her eyes widened out of fear and nerves as she struggled against the ingrained flight or fight reaction. She so desperately wanted to leave, to get out, to avoid the danger the alpha brought. It was only her strength of will and her mother's voice, so sweet and caring, that aided her in holding her ground. Pushing aside a loose curl that had fallen across her cheek the young female wrapped her arms tightly around her waist as though to hold herself together and glanced around the room that had been hers from birth.<br><br>There was the height chart her father, Michael, had started for her when she was but three years old. Here was the dent she had left in the wall when she was trying to move her furniture around by herself at age 6. There, on the wall above her bed, was the painting of a large, dark wolf hiding within the shadows that she had made for her school's art show in the 9th grade. Here, across her bed was the quilt she had worked nearly a year on by herself. Everything in this room, every object, every scratch along the walls, told her life story. She couldn't imagine leaving it all behind, but with Celia's voice beckoning her down the stairs, she realized she had no choice. With one last final goodbye to the life she's always known, Sierra lowered her eyes to the floor as she descended the stairs.<br><br>She paused just once on the landing, the hem of her dress brushing across her mid-thigh while one hand lay on the railing delicately while the emerald gems of her eyes fell upon first her mother at the bottom of the stairs, dressed prettily in a light pink sundress, then her father still standing by the door, still in the suit he had worn to work, and finally coming to rest on her husband-to-be. Fear chocked her for a moment as she gazed into his eyes, her heart hammering fiercely in her chest while her body trembled, instantly she had to look away. He was so calm, so confident, so terrifyingly powerful. <br><br>Not for the first time that day she questioned why her. No true family ties could be blamed for such a union, both of her parents were turned and many of the pack still looked down upon not only her mother and father but Sierra herself for such a thing. She had no desire for power, no thirst for glory. She was as she always had been: simply Sierra.<br><br>Biting her lush, bottom lip gently, she slowly descended the last bit of stairs, allowed her mother to kiss her cheek daintily before moving to stand about a foot from Corin, her body obviously shaking. Finding her voice, the young woman raised her eyes to meet his again for the briefest moments as she addressed him, her voice soft, naturally welcoming despite the nervous behind her wavering tone. "My lord, welcome." A flash of determination flickered in her gaze as she remembered her promise to herself before she dropped her eyes submissively. "I hope you are well, Alpha Corin."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Alpha's Touch (redlobster2086 &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>30-06-2012, 09:48:24</strong>
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				The Alpha waited patiently in the living area for Sierra's parents to fetch her. He studied the interior of the house, noting how it seemed remarkably normal for three members of his wolf pack to live in. Of course since the dawn of technology and the ushering of a new age, werewolf society had to amend some thing. All but the highest member had to pretend like they were mortals for the majority of the day, working regular 9-5 jobs and reserving their wolf impulses only for the full moon. There were pictures as well, depicting the family at some beach several years ago, smiling and waving to whoever had taken the picture.<br><br>There was movement at the top of the landing, Corin removing his attention from the gathered knick-knacks and family portraits to follow the stairs up to their daughter. She had been a vision when the Alpha had first laid eye's on her, but now she was a goddess. Werewolf's attraction came in two parts. First, like most mortals there was a person physical attractiveness. Werewolves weren't too different from humans as they often preferred good looking mates for breeding and sexual desire. However on top of this, perhaps fifty percent of the total decision was based purely on the scent of another werewolf. The lowliest looking Werewolf might reject a marriage proposal from a female werewolf who could, in the mortal world, pass off as a model purely because he didn't care for the woman's scent.<br><br>Sierra held both of these qualities for the Alpha. The way the red dress clung to her feminine curves, her long red hair flowing gently down those soft shoulders, and the pendant resting just above the girl's ample bust was enough to make Corin want to take her right there. However he held back the impulse, and only smiled powerfully. Her scent was likewise intoxicating to the man, a mixture of flowers and forest, wolf and human all at once.<br><br>"I am well, you are kind to ask Sierra" he added back in a tone that was more formal than polite. His eye's scanned her figure once more, caring nothing that her and her parents would have been able to see the action so blatantly performed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Alpha's Touch (redlobster2086 &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>30-06-2012, 18:08:05</strong>
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				Sierra couldn't help but tremble, her hands clenching at her sides tight enough to form half moon crescents with her nails into the fleshy part of her palm. She had caught the sight of his eyes roaming her body as though she were already bare to him, already his, and she had to fight with herself not to growl her outrage. Biting her lip roughly, she hated how, even with her clothing hiding her body, he made her feel naked and exposed in the worst way. She wrapped her arms tightly around her waist as she stood before him, wondering what happens now.<br><br>Movement to her right caught her attention and she watched her father move. Watchful and silent, Michael had not moved from his position by the door yet at the sight of the Alpha so calmly eyeing his daughter, he decided on the necessity of moving things along. With a stretch, he nodded to the Alpha before holding the door to the kitchen wide open, his wife pipping up. "Alpha, would you care to join us in the kitchen for a cup of coffee."<br><br>Sierra remained quiet, her eyes trained to her soon-to-be husband, watching him closely for his reaction. What was he thinking? Would he demand her compliance and submission immediately? Or would he give her time to calm herself? She didn't know and the not knowing had her on edge. Sierra tightened her arms around her slim waist in her insecurity and nervousness. She had only been told so much of what would need to be done, there was the marriage licences that her parents had ordered to be signed and she still needed to move in to the Alpha's home. <br><br>And then there was the mating itself.<br><br>That alone sent shivers of worry rushing down her spine. Would he be gentle? Or would he hurt her? She knew what her duty would be as the Alpha's mate but she still shrunk in fear. <em>Please, let him be understanding...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Alpha's Touch (redlobster2086 &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>01-07-2012, 03:58:37</strong>
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				The Alpha knew that his wanting looks were rude in such an environment, but was pleased to find that the parents said nothing. His pleasure was further stirred while following Seirra's father into the kitchen, finding a picture of them and their daughter smiling and laughing in Disney world. <em>And now she is mine</em> he thought to himself, smiling wryly. Celia had laid out a small tray of finger food for the Alpha to eat, toothpicks shove into small pieces of raw meat.<br><br>"Would you like something to drink my Alpha" asked her father, "We have beer, some soda, ummm water". He was sweating, Corin could smell it even if the perspiration hadn't been shown on his skin. They all were, standing at least an arms length away from the werewolf wherever he moved. It was a sign of fear, which in the society he constructed meant respect. Corin had not been the most... understanding Alpha when taking power. To become the leader of a pack you had to destroy the current Alpha. Corin had achieved this at a ground-breaking young age, and flaunted his strength whenever an opportunity presented itself. Most thought this was due to arrogance, but in reality the Alpha did it to discourage attempts against his position.<br><br>"No, thank you" he added politely, but with the same stern face look. Despite it, he was still handsome. "The licensee?" Celia retrieved the certificat quickly, and with a few quick pen motions Sierra was his in the eye of mortal law. There would be a wedding of sorts for the pack, but that would not come until later.<br><br>"Thank you my Alpha" her mother confessed with a bow of her head, the father repeating this motion. "Come Sierra, let me show you your new home" Corin proclaimed, turning to the woman and extending a hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Alpha's Touch (redlobster2086 &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>01-07-2012, 05:13:40</strong>
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				And just like that, she was no longer a free woman. Sierra trembled slightly and nodded her head, she didn't see any other choice but to hold her head high and pretend a confidence she did not fear. But when Corin offered her his hand she paused completely, staring at the open palm as though afraid it might bite her. <em>Don't take it, don't take it, don't take it!</em> With a hesitance and a spark of defiance shinning in her eyes, she reached out to lightly put her hand in his and once again nodded, "yes, my Alpha, I suppose we might as well."<br><br>Brushing a loose curl from her cheek, she flicked it behind her ear with a practiced twist of her hand as she followed him out the door and the the car parked along the curb, her body tense as if she were ready to spring. Glancing up at her Alpha, Sierra took a moment to study her new husband. Sure he was handsome, she was fully aware of how several woman in the pack looked at him with desire for more than just his power and title. To be honest, even Sierra found him attractive... But he absolutely terrified her. His power, his strength, his history with the pack's previous Alpha, it all scared her enough to force her to pull her hand free from his grasp when the sound of the front door shutting reached her ears.<br><br>Rubbing the back of her neck gently, she looked up at him from the corner of her eye. Every movement she made broadcasted her nervousness, making her skittish around him. Sierra bit her bottom lip gently and eyed the car in front of her, she wanted to say... Something... Anything... But nothing came to mind. So she remained quiet, her large, soulful eyes watching him closely, studying every movement he made. She feared his reaction if she displeased him yet that didn't mean she wanted to make him happy either.<br><br>Opening the side door, she glanced over her shoulder at him, this time refusing to look away. "My Alpha, I've never been to the cabin. How far is it?" On some level she hoped it would take a while to get there, she had no desire to get on with the rest of the night so quickly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Alpha's Touch (redlobster2086 &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>01-07-2012, 08:10:14</strong>
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				The Alpha's fingers closed around Sierra's hand rather gently, the felt calluses brushing against her opposing soft skin. The mother and father beamed with pride, knowing now that the act had been completed and their daughter was wed by human law to the head of the Seattle pack. Corin glanced sideways at his new pride, then turned and made his way from the home with the woman in hand.<br><br>As soon as the door closed behind him, his red headed beauty wrenched her hand from between his fingers. It had not been a violent pull, Corin wasn't gripping her hand tight enough to keep a hold of it. For now the werewolf discarded this small dishonor, knowing that without a direct act of disobedience he should not punish his new wife. Likewise, there was a time and a place for such things, and it was off in the woods far from the prying eye's of the mortal world. The couple moved down the stairs, and off towards his car. Slowly the man's brow furrowed, wishing of course that he wasn't forced to keep up appearances and drive inside a can of metal. He much preferred to run on all fours, howling at the moon with the feeling of wind running across dark fur.<br><br>"One hour" his answer was quick and direct, much like her husbands personality on the surface. The two were off within a few minutes, gliding down the winding streets and eventually in the woods once again. The car was rather nice, comfortable but not overly expensive or fancy. When it came to possessions like this Corin purchased what was the most useful, rather than the most popular. In turn his selection in cars had been frugal.<br><br>The car ride was rather uneventful, neither of the couple speaking to each other as the miles ticked down. The Alpha took several backroads during the last third of the trek, leading them through a maze of trees until eventually the large cabin came into sight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Alpha's Touch (redlobster2086 &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>01-07-2012, 18:00:24</strong>
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				Taking a deep breath, Sierra leaned back against the car's seat, her fingers toying with the hem of her dress while he drove. Being alone and in such close proximity to the Alpha was... Unnerving to say the least. He has yet to truly talk to her outside of only a few words here and there, aside from the direct manner in which he told her the time the drive would take, the car ride was fairly silent. He was just so... Blunt and commanding in all that he did, even his voice held a demanding tone. Was this what her life would be like? Would he always be so cold? So harsh? She silently prayed not and instead focused on the scenery passing by and how the slowly clearing rain made splatters on the window. <em>Least the sun's trying to come through,</em> she absently noted.<br><br>Briefly she wondered why he had come alone before shrugging the thought away. It didn't matter anyway, not when the cabin loomed ahead.&nbsp; The trees slowly opened up into a vast clearing where the Alpha's home rested comfortably only a few feet away from the first scattering of trees. A gravel driveway circled around the back of the cabin to end out back and beyond lay acres of meadow. When she stepped out of the car, Sierra couldn't help but close her eyes and smile. The surrounding forest called to her, but it was with a sheer force of will that she held her ground and remained standing by the car. Looking out towards the meadow behind the home, she could easily see the glisten of sunlight bouncing across the calm surface of a lake.<br><br>The Alpha's home was truly beautiful, yet the nervousness of what was to happen next kept her from observing the beauty for all it was worth. Running her fingers through her hair, her green eyes sought out the shape and form of her Alpha and husband.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Alpha's Touch (redlobster2086 &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>01-07-2012, 19:56:54</strong>
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				Corin's head had turned in the brief moment when Sierra's eye's shut, smiling almost gently as the woman visibly was drawing in the sweet splendor of the forest around her. The kind expression on his face was gone however as soon as her eye's opened again. After reaching the deck landing the Alpha was pleased to discover a new, matching couch sitting in the center of his living room.<br><br><em>Well, at least Trevor can be counted on</em> the young man told himself, reaching out for one of the door handles and holding the entrance open for his new beautiful wife. The interior was finely furnished, clearly her husband had not skimped on the price for decorating. However the entire place had an overpowering smell of cleaning supplies, especially on the carpet nearest to where the old carpet and seat had been. The Alpha's eye's danced along his brides body again as she moved past him, a quick breath sucking in through his nose while his fingers tightened on the door handle. It was all he could do not to tear her clothes off right then and there, she had an intoxicating scent.<br><br>"Would you like a drink Sierra?" He asked, using her name for the first time now. "To make you feel more.. comfortable" the Alpha's intent seemed clear enough, he was going to enjoy the pleasures of his new bride.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Alpha's Touch (redlobster2086 &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>02-07-2012, 02:46:47</strong>
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				Cautiously, the new bride made her way into the Alpha's home, <em>my home</em>. It was strange to think of it as such yet she knew it was true. She no longer lived in the two story house in the suburbs of Seattle, she would no longer walk down by the ferry docks and know she was less then a ten minute jog from home, she would no longer run by the space needle in her mad dash to reach the monorail before it would take off to the mall. That wasn't home anymore. Home would now be in this cabin, nearly lost in the forest, with a man she only knew as her Alpha.<br><br>Placing her hand on the back of an obviously new sofa, Sierra took a deep breath and immediately became chocked by the over powering scent of cleaning supplies. She coughed for a brief moment, using the couch for support before she eventually moved to the other side of the room where the scent was a little weaker. <em>Why did Corin need such heavy duty cleaner? What had happened here?</em> She didn't know, and her lack of knowledge had her watching the Alpha wearily.<br><br>The next words that passed his lips had her back stiffening with her caution and her body turning to directly face his, her back to the wall behind her. It was obvious what he was trying to do and a part of her wanted to just roll her eyes and strip so they could get on with it, yet a larger part was grasping at straws, struggling to postpone the unavoidable. "Water, my Alpha, please." Unlike Corin who seemed to have no problem dropping formalities to become much more... Intimate, Sierra was much more cautious. She bit her lip and watched him through the curtain of her deep red waves, ready to move away should he approach her too quickly. Her heart hammered in her narrow chest and she took a deep breath, struggling to calm it, <em>I'm his wife, he's not going to hurt me, he's not going to hurt me, god don't let him hurt me...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Alpha's Touch (redlobster2086 &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>02-07-2012, 03:16:24</strong>
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				Corin nodded at his wife's request, eye's darting from her position near the couch to the corner where Sierra eventually worked herself. The way her back stiffened as he began to talk told everything that the Alpha needed to know. She didn't want what was about to happen to her. Likely her parents had pressured her into accepting, after all agreeing to marry the Alpha would have meant great things for their daughter. She would always be protected, pending that Corin remained in power.<br><br>Her nose crinkled as the waft of cleaning supplies collided with her senses. Even when obviously in discomfort because of the overwhelming scent, she still looked cute. That long red hair flowed down and over those pretty features, masking the fear in her eye's that Corin didn't need to see to know was present. "I'll be right back".<br><br>Making his way into the kitchen Corin quickly found a glass, and began to pour a water bottle from the refrigerator into the cup. He wondered if when he came back into the living room she would still be there. Unfortunately the smell of cleaning supplies masked her scent completely from him, and the growing volume of rainfall on windows likewise covered up his ability to hear her. The prospect of her running angered him for a moment, but he did not fear it. Where would she go? Run off into his forest and try to hide?<br><br>Smiling handsomely, Corin poured himself a glass of red-wine before returning to the living room with the water glass.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Alpha's Touch (redlobster2086 &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>02-07-2012, 03:53:41</strong>
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				Sierra nodded patiently as she watched her new husband move towards the kitchen, her eyes watching the graceful movements with curiosity. He seemed so much more... Relaxed in the comfort of his own home, not that she blamed him. Anyone would prefer to be in the warmth of their home rather than putting themselves in awkward situations. Shaking her head, Sierra's hair lifted slightly with the movement before the curls fell down her back in waves, the edges curling just above her hips. She ran a shaky hand through her hair and turned to the front door.<br><br>She couldn't run, there was no place for her to go, no where he couldn't find her, yet staying within the living room where the stench of cleaning supplies was quickly making her dizzy was not an option either. Having been aware of the simple porch and overhang just out front, the young woman made her way to the door, leaving it cracked open as she took a seat on one of the steps. Emerald eyes darted here and there as she gazed out into the woods. Never before had she been this far out of the city. Sure her parents had taken her out on several runs, making sure to fit in one a month for the three of them to race through the trees together but they had always stayed close to the edge of the forest, none of them willing to take the chance of running into a pack member who still did not fully accept her parents.<br><br>Sierra could feel the longing to tare through the trees deep within her, gnawing at her mind and heart insistently until she eventually kicked of her shoes to feel the wet grass against her skin, the rain splashing across her tawny skin. She moved her hands back behind her to hold her up as she leaned back, her eyes slowly closing as the scent of cleaning materials washed away to be replaced by the calming scent of rain. And something else. Something... Almost intoxicating.<br><br>With her brow furrowed and her eyes still closed, she breathed deeply, unaware of Corin's re-entrance into the living room. She was too lost in the new scent that wafted to her from just behind her, she had never came across it before but whatever it was had her breath catching in her throat, her back arching and her hips undulate against the wood beneath her. Opening her eyes, curiosity causing the green to lighten, she turned her head, catching sight of her Alpha and immediately turning away, a blush burning brightly across her cheeks. <em>Oh god please don't let him have seen me act like that...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Alpha's Touch (redlobster2086 &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>02-07-2012, 04:22:26</strong>
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				Corin tapped his finger against the thin glass of his wine cup, his shoe's pressing into the carpet beneath him before re-entering the living room. His feral green eye's darkened, handsome brow furrowing as the Alpha realized that his new bride was gone. At first she thought the woman had run, his grip tightening on the two glasses almost to the point where the glass shattered beneath his skin. But then the soft afternoon breeze, and the smell of rain swam over him. His eye's found the side door leading to a raised deck that overlooked the forest beyond open, and his beautiful wife was sitting outside on the steps.<br><br><em>She wants to run</em> Corin told himself, admiration and caring appearing in that stone gaze for a brief moment. Sierra didn't want to run from him, the Alpha knew that now, she wanted to run through the woods as a wolf like they were meant to. In that single moment what Corin thought might have simply been physical attraction morphed into a true love, finding in her exactly what lived deep within the pack leader. In quiet moments, when the duties of his pack were not pressing weight down on the 'elder', Corin wished only that he could run and howl to the moon, leaving everything behind.<br><br>Alas, such was not the way of werewolves in the modern age. With a new found energy her husband began towards the door. She was moving, her eye's were closed and wrapped in the scents of the world. But there was something else with it. She hadn't realized that Corin was watching her, and suddenly her hips were rocked against the wood beneath her in what the Alpha suddenly thought must have been out of some overwhelming pleasure. It was enough to make his mouth water, her radiant figure moving in such a manner, and draw a sip from his strong wine.<br><br>The door clicked behind him, his green eye's meeting her matching green before her husband handed the glass of water down to the still unfamiliar woman. He took a spot on one of the chairs near her, the two still staring at each other as Sierra politely thanked him for the water. Corin took another sip of wine, not responding, only keeping his eye's locked on her. "Stand in front of me" his voice was powerful, spoken in a tone that meant he was not asking. Once Sierra complied Corin pressed the glass of wine against his lips again, drawing in a third long sip while scanning her form once more. "Take off your dress", the same tone drifting in his second order.<br><br>A flash of lightning and the clap of thunder beat somewhere in the distance, rain beginning to fall again on the pair in thick droplets. The alpha's white shirt began to cling to his muscled figure, dark hair streaming down and clasping to his forehead. But he did not move, or avert his eye's from his wife.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Alpha's Touch (redlobster2086 &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>02-07-2012, 05:26:37</strong>
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				While the rain poured down upon them, Sierra nearly moaned. She had thought Corin's scent was heavenly before, it was nothing compared to now. The fresh rain water seemed to accent his scent, reminding her of long runs, hot August nights and a musk that was pure male. She trembled as she stood in front of him, both out of arousal from his provocative scent and the nerves that never quiet left her. She took a quick sip of her water before she bowed at the waist to set the glass aside before standing up straight again. She brushed her hair back over her shoulder, and with shaky hands, she pulled the thin, red straps of her dress down and off her shoulders, the fabric moving down her body in a sensuous, almost like a lover's caress before it pooled at her feet.<br><br>Bare aside from the red silk strapless bra and panties, she trembled as the rain splattered across her skin, what little rays of the sun that remained caught the silver chain at her throat causing it to shine brightly. Emotionally, she was torn. Part of her prayed he liked her long legs and tapered waist, enjoyed the soft swells of her breasts that peaked through the lace at the top of her bra and the overall gentle curves of her body. Another part of her, far smaller than the previous and quickly shrinking with each long breath of his scent, hoped he would turn her away.<br><br>Just as Corin's eyes scanned her body, Sierra's in turn did the same to his, her breath catching in her throat when his white shirt became clear enough to see each hard toned muscle. If she was being truthful enough with herself, she would have admitted she was drawn to him by far more than just his scent. His handsome features and well toned body caused shivers to race down her spine. Just like she would admit that it was more than the command in his voice that caused her to strip for him or step closer to brush a wet lock of hair from her forehead, her own vivaciously red curls sticking to her shoulders and waist. <strong>If</strong> she was being honest with herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Alpha's Touch (redlobster2086 &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>02-07-2012, 06:05:50</strong>
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				The pace of the rain began to quicken slightly, removing Corin's ability to see or smell any of the creatures within the woods immediately outside of his home. The tree line became a mystery, and what lied beyond it unknown to the pack leader. Typically this would excite him, waking him from even the deepest slumber with the urge to sprint from his home and make off into the woods. His mind completely wrapped in the spur of the hunt. Typically, but this was not a typical situation. Despite the thin sheen of white between the two, Corin's eye's could be seen growing wider. He was aghast when Sierra obeyed without incident, those slender fingers rising to her shoulders and brushing straps of her red dress to the side. The removal of the straps, mixed with the weight of rain pulled the new outfit down onto the deck beneath them, pooling at her ankles.<br><br>She was a vision, one that Corin had never seen but always yearned to in so many years. The thin line of his lips widened slightly, and in a more feral sate the Alpha might have slid his tongue across rain wet lips. When Sierra's dress exposed the feminine curves of her figure and bare skin her scent collided with her body. Clearly some of the girl's perfume had been lingering on the dress, and now as the rain washed it away he could nearly taste her beautiful scent. It reminded him of the summer, fields of flowers, pine trees after the first fall of snow, and a time he had almost forgotten when Corin hadn't been a pack leader.<br><br>Slowly his eye's fell to her large breasts, admiring how the strapless bra clutched the orbs into her chest and pressed them up, creating a delicious cleavage line. Lower he took in her waist. She was not riddled with the signs of athletic ability like Corin, but her figure was toned perfectly for her smooth stomach. Her hourglass hips and panties which were gradually dampening from rain, and cream supple thighs. The wolf in him yearned for it's master to ask his wife to turn around, but he held back the urge. The Alpha felt light headed for a moment, so many of his senses overwhelmed all at once that he had to move. Her new husband stood from his chair, Sierra stepping out from the dress and moving one foot closer to him.<br><br>Staring at her in growing anticipation, Corin stood a head taller than the woman. His strong fingers rose to the buttons of his shirt and began to unclasp them. One by one, further down his chest. First his muscled chest became exposed, revealed the slight tan the man possessed from obvious time spent running about the woods. Next the abs beneath, arguably more defined than the chest above it. The strength beneath betrayed how soft his skin felt to the touch, Corin finally pulled the garment off each arm before discarding it to the side. Rain continued to fall, his flesh gleaming in rays of light in a similar manner to her necklace. His entire figure looked powerful, from arms to waist.<br><br>The Alpha became aware suddenly of how tight his pants were beginning to feel, drawing air in deep through his nostrils before speaking again. Fingers rose to point at Sierra's strapless bra, flicking the digit slightly in an indication for her to remove that as well. "Come here" in a slightly gentler tone this time, reaching out to embrace and kiss his new mate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Alpha's Touch (redlobster2086 &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>02-07-2012, 07:11:29</strong>
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				Now is when fear began to take hold of her, her breathing came out faster, harsher as her husband pulled his shirt off, tossing the offending material aside easily. Giving him a soft, fearful whimper she was seconds from stepping back in slight protest when told her to come to him, his fingers curling around the slim column of her wrist to pull her to him. Her much smaller, slighter body fit easily against his until she could rest comfortable against his lean, muscular form, they fit so well she could almost believe she were made for him specifically. Biting her lip, she slowly began shaking her head in protest just before his lips connected with hers. It was like a spark of electricity and suddenly all she could smell was him, all she could feel was him, all she <strong>wanted</strong> was him.<br><br>Softly whimpering into their kiss, she reached behind herself to unhook the delicate hooks holding her bra together, allowing that too to drop to the porch floor. Her bare breasts, nipples pebbled with the cold and her arousal, pressed tightly to his chest, the contrast between her soft curves and the harder planes of his body instantaneously recognizable. Where she was soft, warm and welcoming, he was nothing but fierce, demanding muscle. And it was that muscle she clung to, to support her in as they continued to kiss.<br><br>Never breaking the tender first kiss shared between the two, Sierra shimmied her hips to push her panties down and off her body until she was standing, bare to the world and her mate's gaze. Cheeks flushed, hair already rumpled and breathing heavy, she pulled away from the kiss slowly, her eyes still closed. With her hands on Corin's chest, the young woman purposefully put a little bit of space between their two forms, needing the clear air desperately.<br><br>She needed to breath, she needed to calm the raging thunder of her heart, a sound he more than likely heard being so close to her, and she needed to remember the promise she made to herself. He would <strong>not</strong> have her mind, heart and soul. But the closer she stood to him, the more his skin brushed against his, it was like an alluring drug, one she was helpless to stop herself from becoming addicted to. <em>Do I really <strong>want</strong> to stop my self from becoming addicted?</em> She silently asked herself and realized, she didn't have the answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Alpha's Touch (redlobster2086 &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>02-07-2012, 07:38:22</strong>
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				Corin took her wrists into his hands, pulling her body into his. Their bare skin met for the first of what the Alpha knew many times, stone against silk. His lips parted, stopping only for a moment to stare wonderfully into Sierra's eyes before their first kiss was realized. It was intense, powerful, passionate and wanting. All the things that the man had wanted and imagined it would be. It reminded Corin of his first change, howling to the moonlight on an evening not too different from this. It had been colder, and snowing instead of rain, but the electricity in the air as he realized that this was where he belonged had been the same. This was where she belonged as well, with him.<br><br>He savored the taste of her delicate rose lips, deepening the kiss with each passing moment before suddenly the fabric holding her breasts at bay fell to the deck. A soft moan escaped his throat as her chest came into view, before Corin pressed her chest against his, feeling her hard nipples dragging against his skin, the flesh around them conforming to his muscle. The feel of her heart beat was like a drum against his own chest, the Alpha's heart beginning to rise and match a similar pace with his mate. Hers was of passion and fear, his though was of passion and lust.<br><br>The as soon as the kiss had begun, Sierra stepped away from him. A flash of anger sparked in his piercing green eyes. Given warning Corin would have been able to hide such an obvious emotion, but the Alpha had been so wrapped up in the moment that he wasn't able to conceal what he felt. But he didn't act on it, not yet at least. This was a foreign place to her, and Sierra was exchanging rare emotions with a man she hardly knew. This was overwhelming he knew, and for the sake and understanding of that he held his temper at bay. But that was all.<br><br>Standing in the rain his hands fell to his sides, eye's taking the time to now observe her lower body. He had been so engrossed in Sierra's lips that he hadn't noticed she removed her panties. The Alpha decided to do the same. His fingers worked at the belt, then the pants, all the while staring at his woman's thigh's and slit, bouncing from one hip to the other every so often. Quickly enough his pants and undergarment fell and found it's way to the growing pile of clothing. His member bounced free from the tight confines, large and semi-erect, rain already beginning to fall and grant the rod a similar sheen of light.<br><br>He continued to wait to see what Sierra would do, knowing that her next action would determine the course of their first session of love making. They would make love, the Alpha had already been promised that when she kissed him so gently. Whether his wife had meant to or not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Alpha's Touch (redlobster2086 &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>02-07-2012, 17:06:06</strong>
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				With pounding heart and ragged breath, Sierra raised her head high as she watched, inwardly struggling against the all-consuming passion that seemed to have taken root within. She was almost lost to the intense sense of belonging she felt and couldn't help but to lean her body towards his own once again, her skin just barely touching his in an almost playful tease. Her hooded gaze snapped open however at the sight of anger burning ever so dangerously in Corin's eyes. The last thing she had wanted was to find his fury and it was with a soft whimper that her fingers curled tightly into the pockets of his pants, silently imploring him not to be mad at her before those too joined the pile of clothes at their feet.<br><br>With a gasp, she immediately averted her gaze from his nude form, afraid that should she let herself watch more of his flesh come into view she would be totally lost to the desire he had sparked within her by his scent alone. Again she whimpered, her body quivering at the sensation of her Alpha's eye thoroughly appreciating her naked body. For a brief moment she felt the need to cover herself, to hide every bit of her that no one but herself had touched and explored. It was with a will of steel that she remained, one hand by her side, resting at her hip, the other placed on Corin's chest, feeling the taut muscle and his racing heart.<br><br>She knew he was waiting for her, to move, to say something, but she didn't know what to do or say in this moment. She was so completely torn that for several long, excruciating minutes all she could do was stand there, her gaze trained to the trees just ahead. "Corin," she whispered softly, for the first time using his given name rather than his title, "just don't hurt me." Her voice was pleading, she could even hear the soft whine of fear in her voice. A sound she positively hated, she needed to regain control fast.<br><br>Pulling her eyes from the dark trees up ahead, the Alpha's bride looked directly at him, her gaze boring into his own heatedly. Yes, she wanted him and she was fully aware he knew, but that didn't mean she had to give herself over so completely so easily. Stepping back again, she dropped her hand from the hard planes of his chest, her head held high and eyes flashing with the wild nature of the wolf just beneath her skin. Turning slightly, she gave a running jump off the deck and, in a burst of light, she was no longer the lithe young woman he had just married.<br><br>A she-wolf watched him with bright emerald eyes as she stood between the porch where he still stood and the beckoning trees behind her, the deep red of her pelt darkening with the ever falling rain until it clung to her body outlining the slim figure and muscle beneath. She sat in the grass, tail curving around her body and waited for him. She would not give herself to him so easily. In the eyes of the human government, she was his and should rightly still be standing on the porch, her slick body pressing tightly against his own, but in her own eyes and in that of the wolf, he had yet to show her he deserved her submission and compliance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Alpha's Touch (redlobster2086 &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>02-07-2012, 18:28:38</strong>
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				Tie seemed to pass with a gradually slowing pace, the tight fear in her voice not lost on the Alpha's ear. She had used his name, his true name for the first time yet and with a small measure of shock the Alpha realized that he liked it. Hearing her call him with those rose red lips, matted with her fiery red hair. The deck creaked beneath their feet, droplets of cold rain sliding down his figure, skin and nerves standing on edge as the husband waited for his wife.<br><br>But Seirra did not come to him then, she was moving swift as the best of them, leaping from the deck as the change took her. Shock was visible on the Alpha's face. He had even forgotten to breath as fur, teeth, claws and muscle took her body. Even as a wolf she was beautiful. Graceful and terrifying all at once with eye's that still matched her own in a human form. Perhaps for a moment she thought he might have been angered by the clear act of defiance, sprinting from their intimacy and releasing her feral nature. This was most certainly not the case.<br><br>The gasps and shock morphed on the Alpha's face to an excited grin, and small laugher. The volume of his amusement grew, billows of laughter booming from his chest as his hands clenched into tight fists. Then in one powerful burst he was howling into the afternoon sky, the sheer power and level of the roar enough to shake the windows of his home. His body shifted during the wail, dark fur replacing his skin.&nbsp; His muscles which were so obvious before were now only obvious from the sheer size of the mosnter standing on the deck, already a head taller than he was before and nearly half the width in riddled strength.<br><br>Now he was moving, tearing the banister of his deck in half as Corin burst after her. The two shot off into the woods, thunder the only thing masking masking Corin's barks of pursuit and excitement. The wolf side of him forced the Alpha to display his strength while chasing her, like a more instinctual need to impress her. He gave in to this urge, slashing his claws into trees as he went, tears large chunks of wood out of the large ones while ripping small ones completely in half.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Alpha's Touch (redlobster2086 &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>02-07-2012, 19:20:03</strong>
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				The howl that ripped from Corin's chest surprised her and Sierra quickly jumped back onto all fours again, every muscle coiled to spring and when he leaped towards her, she was gone, sprinting headlong into the forest, ducking beneath branches and weaving through the trees. Faintly she could hear her husband's barks over the rumbling thunder over head. As they ran, she just barely was able to maintain her position ahead of him thanks to her smaller form but where he lacked in agility it was clear he made up for in strength. <br><br>At the first sound of tree bark being torn away she stopped and turned to glance behind her, her sides heaving as she softly panted. Emerald eyes struggled to make out his dark form in the shadows of the trees as the sound of a small tree falling. She gave a low whine, her side pressing tightly to a nearby tree as she stared into the forest around her. When she finally saw him, her heart seemed to still. Immediately she relaxed her ears pricked forward slightly as she continued to watch him. Although the woman in her backed away from the brute force he had used when following her, the wolf was clearly impressed by the strength he held.<br><br>With a soft rumbling growl of approval from deep within her chest, the wolf pushed her forward until Sierra stood only a few inches away. She stood a good foot beneath him nevertheless she approached him, her posture relaxed and at ease despite the torrent of emotion that swarmed within her. Moving closer, she nuzzled the thick pelt of fur running along his body, a clear tremble starting as his scent enveloped her causing her to press closer, her side rubbing against his in her intense and sudden arousal while she nuzzled down his side. With a quick, playful nip to his hide, she was off again running through the woods towards the meadow she had caught a glimpse of just behind the cabin.<br><br>Once there she stood beside the lake to await her mate, her head falling back to release a long howl, rain continuing to fall onto her in slowly lessening portions, the sun poking through the dark clouds to shine down upon the new husband and wife.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Alpha's Touch (redlobster2086 &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>02-07-2012, 20:37:46</strong>
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				The muscles of the woof began to loosen as Corin finally felt free, pine needles crushed underfoot and the smell of fresh rain overwhelming his senses. Sierra was always kept in his vision, those emerald eye’s locking on her athletic wolf as the pair dodged and weaved through trees deep in the forests of the Washington mountains. Coming once to a clearing, he found that his wife had stopped and was staring at him. Despite her werewolf appearance, more animal than man, her eye’s remained that of her human self, retaining all the beauty therein.<br><br>One paw set in front of another, digging his claws into the dirt underneath as he paced around his bride, eye’s following her movements and inspecting her the same way he might a challenger against his Alpha position. She nipped at his fur, Corin returning the same aroused snip with his own massive jaws before she was off again. They were returning to the cabin, or at least moving back in the same direction. He remained hot on her heels, but was not able to close the last few yards of distance due to her smaller size and maneuverability.<br><br>Eventually he found her there, waiting for him by the edge of the lake. The Alpha stopped and rested on his back legs, his large chest extending out as his eye’s studied her wolf. The ‘attack’ that followed came without warning, and seemed out of place given the growing calm of the afternoon air. He was on her, knowing she could not retreat backwards into the lake. His front paws found her shoulders, knocking the girl’s wolf onto her back and mounting himself on Sierra’s stomach to keep her down.<br><br>His jaws fell, nipping at her neck in a way that was clearly meant to be show dominance and be pleasurable, rather than hurting her. Slowly he began to change back into the skin he wore on their first meeting.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Alpha's Touch (redlobster2086 &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>02-07-2012, 23:37:39</strong>
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				Sierra's eyes widened in her surprise when she was suddenly rushed and had just enough time to bring her front paws up to meet his chest before she was forced on her back, a soft yelp voicing her bewilderment. She arched her back and wiggled beneath Corin in an attempt to buck him off yet with his much large weight pressing down on her all she could truly do was squirm and give him a half-hearted growl. She knew what was coming next, there would be no way to avoid it. Sierra believed it to be better to face her fate with head held high rather than trying to run, but that didn't mean she had to like it.<br><br>Her breath heavy due to more than just exertion, she tilted her head back to expose more of her neck for his attention, a shiver racing through her body. The wolfen form slowly receding away until his young bride looked up at him, her hands still on his chest feeling the hard muscle beneath her skin. Taking a deep breath she allowed her fingertips to trace down his chest to skim across his well-defined abs, her head turning to the head holding her shoulder and brushed first her lips across the tender flesh along the inside of his wrist then teeth nipped him. <br><br>"Corin," she whispered softly, her lips moving against his skin before her eyes lifted to meet his own, fear still shown within them but a desire the likes she had never felt before raged within her, demanding her compliance. She needed him, no questions asked, and even though the woman fought with herself, continuously reminding herself of the promise she made, the wolf within her badgered her relentlessly. The she-wolf knew who her mate was, she merely had to take a breath to know she wanted him, but the woman was still terrified of him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Alpha's Touch (redlobster2086 &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>03-07-2012, 00:35:23</strong>
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				Once back in his human form Corin continued to bite at Sierra’s neck. Where as before the small nips had pulled hair, or casually brushed against skin, he now was far more passionate without the fear the he was going to injure her. His teeth dragged along her skin, placing hungered kisses on her collar bone every few inches or so. Periodically even his tongue snaked out, savoring the taste of his wife and the rain covering her skin.<br><br>The Alpha shuddered as his mate’s nails dragged across his skin, pressing his body down into hers and feeling her once again exposed breasts mesh against his hard exterior. His left hand returned the favor, dragging fingers down the woman’s side until reaching her hips. Once there he partially lifted his wife, slipping the large fingers and palm around to Sierra’s rear before grabbing her ass firmly, kneading the muscles between his fingers with a growing lust.<br><br>His right hand fell to hers, taking Sierra’s small wrists between his fingers before guiding the woman to the large cock hanging between his thighs. He was not fully hard yet, and the man’s eye’s told her that he wanted her to make him fully erect before entering her. Once her hand had found the hefty rod, he instead moved his attention to the girl’s thighs.<br><br>Pushing one open, then the other, his digit’s instantly began to slide along Sierra’s entrance. He teased her almost without thinking, spreading her lips and acting as though he intended to thrust one finger inside her, before returning to sliding it along the entrance without actually penetrating her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Alpha's Touch (redlobster2086 &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>03-07-2012, 07:38:04</strong>
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				Lost in the haze of pleasure his passionate nips and licks to her neck brought her, Sierra closed her eyes, her back arching and legs instinctively spreading to allow his hips to lay comfortable between her thighs. With a soft groan her hips rose slightly to press against his own, allowing him to feel the slick heat emitting from her folds, before she dropped her hips again, soft whimpers of need parting her lips forcefully.<br><br>A gasp was torn from her throat when her wrist was suddenly gripped causing her body to tense, afraid she had done something wrong. But when Corin pulled her hand to his length she gave a soft whimper. Sierra was unused to this and having him guide her comforted her on some level, yet at the same time the passionate need in which he touched her made her heart flutter and body tense up. It was with a trembling hand that she finally wrapped her fingers around his cock and begin running light caresses along his length. Everything about his body was so... Different than hers. He was so much harder, larger than her, it was daunting and she almost foolishly asked if he'd be able to fit.<br><br>Closing her eyes, her brow furrowed as she began exploring her mate, a deep blush crossing her high cheekbones and dusted her nose, listening intently for any sounds of pleasure that he voiced. Fingers teased each vein, each dip and curve and ridge until she knew every bit of him by feel alone. Yet when Corin's attentions moved to her slick folds, Sierra immediately jumped and bucked her hips, her thighs closing yet with his hips between them all she manages to do is squeeze his hips tightly. <br><br>Timidly, she bit her lip and looked up at him, her body trembling wildly out of a harsh combination of fear and arousal. Sierra's occupied hand stilled in its movements while her free hand reached up to wrap under her Alpha's arm to cling to his shoulder, unsure if her movements were meant to hold on or push him away. Either way his wandering fingers quickly met heated and slick flesh, her body giving away her arousal when her mind struggled to rebel.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Alpha's Touch (redlobster2086 &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>03-07-2012, 08:18:08</strong>
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				A soft moan of pleasure broke from Corin's lips as he felt her soft hand wrap around his cock. The warmth of her skin only adding to the sensation his wife's grip beginning to slide up and down the lengthy member. The Alpha's mouth hung open briefly, the appendage between his legs beginning to rise to it's full length just from the light teasing. Every small motion she provided caused his muscles to tighten, small sparks of pleasure burst behind his eye's.<br><br>An overwhelming urge to take Sierra there began to grow in the male, the one arm he kept propped on the ground to her side so he could remain above her shaking with anticipation. But she had been so... trusting of him. Her husband was not blind to what Sierra must have thought of him, or what she must have thought about being handed to him without any say. It was strange that at the time he had thought really nothing of it, but now their nude bodies laced together the realization became so powerful. He wanted to thank her for that.<br><br>Breaking their exchange of kisses Corin began to lower himself from her, light kisses trailing down between her large breasts before two quick licks of his tongue found each of her nipples. Her bare breasts tasted more wonderful than the woman's neck, the Alpha drawing in a long breath through his nose to devour her scent. As he continued to move Sierra was forced to release his shaft, a voice of disappointment audible in Corin's throat. Within a few moments his hand's were on Sierra's thighs, and his handsome features sat firmly between the girl's legs, staring down at the wanting slit.<br><br>Slowly he dragged his tongue across the entrance, applying additional pressure while simultaneously flicking his tongue when he reached the girl's clit, nose brushing across the neatly trimmed red hair's just above Sierra's cunt. The red, slippery tongue moved back over her again, and again, increasing in speed and ferocity with each taste. His hands gripped into her thigh's, dragging his nails over the woman's ghostly pale skin while diving between her folds.<br><br>More and more, faster and faster he pleasured his mate, stopping only to allow himself to exhale his warm breath across her pleasure spot. He wanted to make her cum, and intended to do so before finally rising his head up from between her legs again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Alpha's Touch (redlobster2086 &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>04-07-2012, 08:14:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sierra's brow furrowed and she propped herself up on her elbows in confusion as she watched Corin work his way down her body. She had trembled and arched beneath him when his tongue teased her breasts drawing soft moans of encouragement from her barely parted lips, yet he had continued on resting with his shoulders between her thighs keeping them spread just as his hips had. A blush graced his bride's cheeks and she began squirming, her hips writhing in her slight embarrassment yet when his tongue darted out her body instantly stilled.<br><br>With a soft gasp, her fingers curled into the wet grass beneath them, her head fell back and she arched in her pleasure. She was soon moving against him once more, her pleasure rising to such heights at one point she thought she could touch the setting sun. But the sensations around her were lost to the pleasured female beneath her Alpha. Her world narrowed until all she could see was him, all she could hear, all she could smell, taste and feel was the wonderful man doing things to her body no other soul had ever done. Nothing else mattered to her, not the pack, not her family, not the ground beneath her or how the setting sun cast an orange hue across her writhing body, and especially not the promise she had made to herself, something so silly to her in this moment.<br><br>She gave a low groan and her upper body dropped back onto the wet ground below her, one hand coming up to tunnel in the dark locks of his hair, so silken to the touch, while her free hand continued kneading the grass. Her body arched and hips trembled wildly and with a soft whimper of her husband's name she met her first release for the night, her fingers tightening in his hair for just a moment before she smoothed back the strands, her breathing heavy. <br><br>When her trembling finally ceased, she opened her eyes, the green a vivid color in the slowly rising moonlight. "Corin," she softly whispered, his name falling from her lips gently, almost in that moment as though she savored it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Alpha's Touch (redlobster2086 &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>04-07-2012, 11:25:02</strong>
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				Corin could feel every shudder and twitch his wife released as his tongue danced out against her sensitive spot. His fingers dragged powerfully down the soft skin of her thighs, nails digging in every once in awhile to provide an additional source of stimuli for the fiery haired woman. Within a few minutes, the Alpha found himself enjoying pleasing the girl almost as much as she seemed to love receiving it. The sound of her heated moans and the way her beautiful petite frame writhed in pleasure spired the pack leader to new energies.<br><br>When a long final explosion of pleasure broke from Sierra, his tongue dragged loving along the wet pussy, savoring her taste before rising to meet his green gaze with that of his wife. The sound of his name breaking from her lips was so beautiful he discovered, half exhausted, half moaned, and all passion. His nude figure came into full view again once her husband rested on his knees again, his large shaft hanging close enough to feel the heat from her entrance. Apparently the feeling was quite pleasurable, the member flexing suddenly and beginning to rise again.<br><br>Corin's hand fell once again to Sierra's entrance, dragging his fingers playfully across her lips while thoroughly wetting the long digits with her natural juices and his saliva. His hand quickly moved up and down the large cock, a new sheen of lubricant glistening on the new moonlight at the head of his prick.<br><br>Leaning over Corin met his eye's with the woman again, waiting for a long moment before suddenly the hot tip of his rod could be felt dragging along her entrance, guided by his hand. The suddenly he was pressing forward in the furnace of Sierra's tight inner walls, a soundless gasp breaking from his lips as those powerful muscles tightened at the intensity and pleasure suddenly sparking through his nerves. "Sierra" he finally managed to moan out, his head positioned between her large breasts, warm breaths breaking across the hardened nipples.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Alpha's Touch (redlobster2086 &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>05-07-2012, 07:52:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As her mate rose above her, Sierra brought her hands down to rest on his chest, her fingertips ghosting across each muscle as they worked down his impressive abdomen to curl around his back. Once there, her nails pricked his skin as her grip tightened until she was clinging to him, her fearful gaze searching for his. She wanted to tell him this was new, that he had given her pleasure she had never before felt, that she didn't want it to hurt. Yet she couldn't find her voice, instead when her lips parted, pleasured moans and needy whimpers filled the short space between their bodies.<br><br>With fear and passionate need darkening the emerald green of her eyes, Corin's wife cupped his chin with one hand and pulled him down for a desperate kiss. Her lips moved against his while her body arched, pressing herself tighter against him, her hips rising to meet his forcing her wet lips to slide along his length sending tremors running through her slim frame and soft gasps to escape her throat. It wasn't enough, she needed more...<br><br>Giving a low groan in the back of her throat, Sierra parted her legs fully for him as his fingers teased her until she felt she may scream, collecting while making her tremble and writhe beneath him, the uncomfortable chill of the rain long forgotten as her passions once more rose to newer heights. What was it about him? In one second he terrified her, made her long to run for the hills and never look back, and in the very next she was ready to throw herself at his feet and beg him to take her. He both comforted and terrified her. Thrilled and worried her. She didn't understand it and in that moment, with his length pressing into her, his head buried between her breasts and her hips arching in discomfort of being filled for the first time and the pleasure of what was happening to her.<br><br>With a loud cry and a jerk of her hips he was seated fully within her and the initial sensation of being so completely full left her breathless. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back, strands of her hair falling into the lake merely inches from her head, and merely felt. It was too much. He was too big, too deep, she feared one thrust of his powerful hips might break her much small body. But if he didn't start moving soon... Gods help him if he didn't start moving soon. The pain had barely faded yet the need within her was driving her hard, she needed him to move and insistently drove her hips upwards.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Alpha's Touch (redlobster2086 &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>05-07-2012, 17:49:44</strong>
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				The Alpha grunted low with pleasure, his stiff member slipping inside his wife’s inner walls with some initial difficulty. It was like a wet furnace around his cock, small bolts of pleasure working their way along his nerves as Corin pressed himself deeper and deeper into her. His dark hair was matted to his face from rainfall, fingers digging into the soft soil beneath him with lips faintly parted to continue gasping and moaning softly.<br><br>The soft touch of her hand around his chin excited him, then the ferocity that she presented when his handsome face was pulled in for a generous exchange of kisses, their tongues lacing around one another in a heated passion. His wife writhed beneath him, Corin’s thighs flexing as he pulled his mid-section back from her again, then thrust it forward inside Sierra. Slowly he worked a pace, pleasuring himself with his mate’s entrance.<br><br>His brow furrowed, small beads of sweat already beginning to glisten down skin as moans that began to rise in intensity echoed from his throat. His eye’s were filled to the brim with lust and passion, breaking the kiss for a brief instant, only to pleasure her hardened nipples with his mouth. The sound of their activity began to ring out into the wilderness about them, the night’s various own sounds following quickly behind.<br><br>“Sierra” he spoke in a coy tone, his hips smacking against her inner thighs, back arching once again. She was so beautiful in that moment, her face as enwrapped in the moment as his was. His hand lifted and ran his fingers down the side of her cheek, smiling warmly for the first time as his eye’s took in the full splendor of his wife, kissing her passionately, lovingly, once again.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Alpha's Touch (redlobster2086 &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>05-07-2012, 22:43:13</strong>
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				Intense. All-consuming. Astounding. Sierre didn't know how else to describe the sensations he brought to her. Each thrust of his hips, each pull of his mouth on her breasts, each soul-searing kiss he gave hat promised each night of passionate embraces just like this, it was enough to cause her head to spin and her heart to hammer in the narrow confines of her chest.<br><br>She couldn't breath, couldn't think, all she could do was cling to him and gasp for air while he played her body like a master musician would an instrument. Vaguely, she wondered how many women he had, had in the past to have become so well-educated to the female body but that line of thinking was quickly quieted as a low, inhuman growl tore from her throat. She may not have wanted this union but she couldn't help the jealousy that ate at her with the thought of another woman touching him, clinging to him, writhing beneath him....<br><br>Nails she hadn't realized she flexed dug savegely into his shoulders and it was with a force of will that she released him once again. Almost in apology she kissed his chest directly above his heart before she nipped his neck gently. Her gasps and moans were of pure pleasure as his body rocked into hers, her own hips rising and falling to match his, eagerly taking each powerful thrust he delivered.<br><br>"Corin?" She whimpered softly, tightening her muscles until she was gripping and massaging his length as best as she could, enjoying every moment of being filled so completely be her mate. With a gasping breath Sierra allowed him to claim her lips in another kiss. Her brow furrowed and she pulled away slightly, breaking the kiss as she looked up at him, a question in her eyes. What was with him? Why was he being so tender, so loving? He had what he wanted: her hand, although reluctant, in marriage, her body arching under his, why pretend to feel such tender feelings for her? Sierra shook her head in confusion.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Alpha's Touch (redlobster2086 &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>06-07-2012, 01:23:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The light kisses across his chest, the small bites digging into the flesh of his neck, all of this began to drift the Alpha into a wild haze similar to the one he found while inside of his wolf form. His cock was buried deep inside of his wife, her walls suddenly clamping down tighter around him as a moan that closely resembled a howl tore from Corin's throat. He hadn't heard her speak, too lost in the moment to hear much of anything really. His mind was locked on pleasure, and it was starting to get the best of him. Up to this point Corin had been tender for two reasons. The first was that this situation was foreign to him as well, and though Sierra was quite beautiful she was his wife. Corin would not start their marriage by letting the woman cringe with fear each time she saw him after their first intimate moment. The second reason had been because the Alpha could actually be a tender lover, when caught up in the moment.<br><br>However, his lust was beginning to take the best of him. His thrusts became more harsh, came more often, almost wolf like grunts breaking hot air against her bare breasts. He wanted even more now, his wolf nature taking over almost completely, although still in his human form. His cock suddenly pulled from Sierra's lips, glistening with her juices in the moonlight for only a brief moment before his hands flew down and gripped on her hips. With a strength akin to only one of their species he flipped the girl over, Sierra's rear now facing him and her front pressed into the soft ground beneath him. Flecks of water in the girl's hair splash against Corin, but even the cold couldn't bring him back to reality now.<br><br>He mounted his wife again, pushing the large cock back inside her and setting a pace that was unheard of, a constant SMACK SMACK SMACK of his hips colliding with her bubbly rear sounding over the lake next to them. He wanted to cum so badly he could feel it, the tightness in his sack, the swell of his member. One hand gripped tightly against Sierra's ass to hold the girl steady while the other dragged nails down her spine, slightly harder than he had intended.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Alpha's Touch (redlobster2086 &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>06-07-2012, 06:36:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sierra was completely shocked when he pulled free from her slightly tender folds and flipped her over, the wind firmly knocked from her chest as her front is pressed tightly to the wet, spongy grass beneath them. Gasping for breath, she could feel the wolf riding just beneath her skin, her lustful hunger pounding at her until she could do little more than raise her hips for each almost painful thrust of his hips, his length burying itself again and again into her over-heated body.<br><br>Grasping at the grass, she gave a soft whimper as she struggled to rise up beneath him intending on regaining some control. His greater strength and overall greater girth, however, forced her to remain where she was, barely able to prop her upper body on her forearms. Gasping for breath, the young bride's head fell forward, bright red bangs sweeping the ground turning dark at the ends with mud. She couldn't find the will power to care though. She was too lost in the sensations he was giving her. To focused on the pleasure, on his body moving against hers, on his scent, on her husband.<br><br>With a low groan she tossed her head back again, her body struggling to match his frenzied pace while her release continued to build. With a scream that bordered on a long, drawn out howl of pleasure she met her climax, a burst of colors flashing behind closed eyes. She couldn't breath, couldn't see. Never before had she felt such euphoria, such ecstasy. His name tumbled from her lips like a prayer throughout her orgasm, her nails gripping the grass like she longed to grip at him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Alpha's Touch (redlobster2086 &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>06-07-2012, 21:22:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Corin’s pants became more ragged and animalistic, letting the wolf inside him take so much control that in hindsight he would have been surprised that he didn’t transform right then and there. Likely some sub-conscious desire to protect Sierra, knowing that he would probably kill her if he did turn to his full form. His hips were a blur now, thrusting so violently down into the woman that her ass was beginning to redden.&nbsp; With each strong thrust he felt himself growing closer and closer, his eye’s lulling back as the world began to disappear from him.<br><br>Then with one merciless push he buried himself completely inside his fiery haired mate, a long howl singing off his lips as his shaft released itself inside of her body. The pulsing of the member could be felt as hot seed filled Sierra to the brim, his muscles reacting and causing his hips to instinctively buck one or two more times, riding out his orgasm before feeling his wife’s tight walls clamp around him, signaling her own orgasm<br><br>His strong frame collapsed on Sierra’s back, their mutually wet bodies pressing against one another as Corin barely held himself up to avoid smashing the air out of her once again, trying to catch his breath. His cock still remained inside of her, gradually softening in the warmth of Sierra’s pussy. He spoke out her name in almost a whisper, still attempting to catch his breath, his nose drawing in the natural scent of Sierra’s red hair.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Alpha's Touch (redlobster2086 &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>08-07-2012, 18:18:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Trembling, exhausted and satisfied, Sierra pushed her hips back against Corin's when he all but collapsed onto her. A good portion of her fully enjoyed his weight on the curve of her back, even to the point of pushing herself back against her mate, her hips still quivering from the little aftershocks that shook her. But a part of her wanted his off, wanted him gone, wanted him so far away from her he could never touch her again. She hadn't wanted this, had no desire to be apart of this. So why did she enjoy his touch so much? Enjoy pressing her much smaller body against the firm muscles of his own? <br><br>Biting her lip, she lowered her head onto her forearms and closed her eyes tightly. With her lust subsiding all she could focus on was the chill of the night air, the slick moisture along her body and the mud and grass stains that littered her skin. She longed for a long hot shower to wash away the unwanted cold and to think about what her life would be like from now on. <em>At least he was willing to be gentle for a little bit, right?</em> Truly he had been sweet and tender towards her, sparking her desire and the beginnings of a possible happy life-style with her husband. Yet as he continued his aggression increased. Laying as she was, she was positive a bruise had formed on her hips and she knew she would have trouble simply walking back to the house.<br><br>With a soft groan, she glanced over her shoulder at Corin. Even now when she was once again finding her logic and sense of self through the haze her lust had caused in her mind he was still handsome. She could easily see why so many women of the pack desired him, craved him desperately and she had a sinking suspicion many of them if not most will not be happy at their Alpha's choice in brides.<br><br>Furrowing her brow slightly, she peeked up at him through the long, vibrant red waves, her green eyes flashing. "Corin? Take me back to the cabin, I would like to shower." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Alpha's Touch (redlobster2086 &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>09-07-2012, 03:06:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Corin waited for a long moment, allowing himself to fully catch his breath. Their intermingled warmth was pleasant to the Alpha, his weight pressing down against hers just after having consummated their marriage. When her request came, that sounded suspiciously like an order, Corin felt that he was not upset by it. Rather he was in a way pleased that his wife was requesting something of him, rather than simply standing there looking sorry for herself, or scared. Her wet hair was sticking to her sweat covered, slick skin, her beauty only accented by this fact. His member had gone soft inside of Sierra, her walls adjusting to continue clamping down on him.<br><br>With a nod, he pulled himself out of her with a slight sigh of relief at the small pleasure it gave him. Falling to his knees two of his long powerful arms slipped beneath Sierra's knees and shoulders, scooping her up with no more difficulty than he might have a shoulder. The two still naked as the day they were born, Corin held her head against his rough shoulder while her body rested against his muscular chest. Then he was moving, carrying his wife back up the hill towards their house. He didn't speak while they walked, that stern look he most often wore returning to dominate his features. Before long, they were once again back in the warmth of the house. Corin found himself shocked at how warm it had become in the home. In actuality, the evening's cold mixed with their soaked bodies had made the Alpha and his wife surprisingly cold. The heat relaxed his muscles, and the smell of the cleaning supplies had vented at some point during their activity.<br><br>He took her upstairs, finally setting her down in their bedroom with connected master bath. It was a wonderful room, lavished in all fine furnishings including a king size mattress with silk sheets. "I purchase clothes in your size, the closet is on the other side of the bathroom" he told her, allowing Sierra the privacy.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Alpha's Touch (redlobster2086 &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 23:05:38</strong>
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				Sierra was still in the air when she wiggled from her mate's arms desperetely trying to put a distence between them that hadn't been there before. The distance was meant to be a reminder to her that she shouldn't be enjoying this, she shouldn't love how small and fragile, delicate she felt curled up against his chest as he held her tightly in his arms. It shouldn't feel right, shouldn't feel like she belonged wrapped up against Corin. She needed to think, to remind herself that she didn't want this. <br><br>Distracted by her own thoughts, she nodded her head, her green eyes darting around the room, taking in the luxuriously furnished bedroom with an approving eye. Her family had never been rich unlike some of the members of the pack, having struggled for years to remain just above the line of poverty. Her parents had worked tiredlessly and when it was legal for her to work, Sierra began immediately, bringing in anything she could. <em>Yep, he definitely married down...</em><br><br>Shaking her head at the unexplainable pang of shame that pierced her, she rubbed the back of her neck with her sudden exhaustion and walked to the closet he had mentioned. Parting the wooden doors, emerald eyes widened in shock and a gasp parted full red lips. Dresses, skirts, pants, blouses... Any form of clothing she could think of lined the back of the closet, on one of the sides from floor to ceiling were shoes and the other held undergarments and accessories. What was Corin thinking giving her this? Taking a deep breath she quickly grabbed a pair of black yoga pants and a baby blue tank-top, undergarments in her free hand as she walked into the bathroom.<br><br>Like the master bedroom the master bath was just as extravigant. Setting her clothing on the marble sink she moved to turn on the shower. Hot water poured from the three showerheads positioned one on each wall creating a thick blanket of steam filled the room. Stepping beneath the spray, she tilted her head down to wet her thick wet hair and watched as mud and dirt that had originally marred her pale skin. "Urgh, Corin... what have you done to me?" She mumbled lost in thought as she reached for the bar of shampoo.<br><br>Without thinking she rubbed it in, and took a deep breath only to freez completely. It was his shampoo. She was instently overcome by his intoxicating scent and all she could do was shiver and give a low whimper. "No!" She growled in her frustration, rinsing the suds from her hair. She did not want this! She didn't! Really...<br><br>With a sigh, she finished washing up and stepped out grabbing a nearby towel. As she went about the routine of drying off and redressing she came to a decision. She refused to continue being sorry for herself, just as she refused to live the rest of her life in fear. Sierra would be just as independent as she always had been and damnit she wasn't going to let him change her.
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