Free! Free at last! Free to be me! {Amarant}

[*Amarant Blades]

Stubborn, stubborn male! Just turn your head! That's all you have to do, just tuuuurn! She growled and snarled at him, fangs bared as she tried to force him to turn his head. That's all he had to do, just give her that one small submission, and it would be over just like that. A wolfish smile spread across her face, she couldn't help but think that the fact that he was so completely male, so completely the dominant alpha, even while playing, was a sexy trait with him. Anyone else, it would irritate her, but with him, she found it a quality he would be incomplete without.

She rolled off of her back onto her stomach, scrambling to get back up so that she could pounce on him again, but he was faster. She was half way to standing up when she was slammed back down to the ground when the wolf jumped onto her, pinning her down, jaws clamping on the scruff of her neck. She snarled, thrashing her head around, thrashing her entire body, trying to force him to either let her go or fall so she could squirm away. Her head twisted as she tried to nip him, and she let out a small yip at the pinch on the back of her neck when she did that, and she went back to thrashing. Her upper lip was pulled back in a snarl as she tugged, trying to get loose. It was no use, however, he had her by the skin, and he wasn't about to let go.

With a final jerk of her head she laid still, her head on her paws as she huffed, giving up. Alright, fine, you win. I give. She felt him nuzzle the skin under her ear, and she turned her head slightly to push her head against his muzzle, humming slightly. She was both woman and wolf enough to know when the male around her was aroused, she could practically smell it on him. She wondered if he would even let her go, or if he would think she was tricking him like she had the last time. That wasn't her intentions though...Her mind was on other things.. The fact that his body was pinning her down with his own, playing his role as the dominant male. The wolf in her hummed with approval, the only one who she would submit to. Her wolf was responding to the dominance and arousal of the male above her, as was the woman in her to the man within him. She knew he felt this connection as well, she could NOT be the only one...

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Stubborn was a very good word to describe him with. Dominant, Male, Stubborn, Pigheaded, Egotistical. All those could apply to Connor. It was the old world streak of the wolf in him. He could be predator, Protector, Gentleman and lover. Course, Amarant was just as stubborn as him, it was something that irritated the hell out of him; yet he loved it. Loved the clash of wills, the two dominate halves of the species fighting for dominance in an age old struggle for power over the other. Funny but some how no one ever won, though the male always thought he did, even though the female held power over the male that made her feel all powerful… it turned into sharing the power, fitting together. Heart and Mind.

He held tight, he didn’t let go even as she thrashed and fought, struggling to regain her feet. He almost let go when she yipped at the pinch but training and cold determination to win kept him from dropping her fur and apologizing for the pain. He grinned though, a wolfish smirk, feeling her struggle and snarl at him. She didn’t like it, he could tell she didn’t like being put in her place, into submission. Then she went still, the struggle and fight leaving her to go all soft and female and submissive on him. He growled but not with warning, with approval. The male in him was basking the submission and the soft female beneath him. He let off a soft hum in his throat when her head rubbed against his muzzle. He held her just a bit longer, letting her know he was male, he was her dominant mate. He felt the bond, this connection that was clouding his mind and making him think only of her, want only her. He smelled her, she was a drug to him, he could feel her, hear her… everything about her made his heart thump and his body burn.

The wolf saw his mate, saw his female. He’d dominated her she’d willingly submitted.. and she had she would still be fighting she would not have relaxed under him like that unless she’d giving up willingly. She was his for the taking…she belonged to him. The man though was flicking the wolf’s nose telling him it wasn’t the prehistoric and there was a human woman down there too, who would appreciate feeling like a belonging. She had to bee wooed and romanced. He finally released her neck dropping his body the rub along her back while angling his head to bump his muzzle with her’s. A soft noise something some whine coming up his throat, as he traced his noise down her throat. He shifted then, dropping beside her, his body rubbing against her, leaving no space between them. He had an itch to change, wanted to grab the woman and kiss her pull her against the contours of his body and explore this new invasion of senses and this connection wanted to know where it began and ended. He wouldn’t though not till he was positive that she was feeling this, that she was aroused like he was. He nipped gently at her jaw, teeth just grazing her fur.

[*Amarant Blades]

If Connor had been any other wolf, she would have never even contemplated submitting. She would have struggled and fought until she got what she wanted, the male to let her go so she could have the advantage again. But she found that she didn't mind submitting to him all that much...It even felt like the right thing to do, actually. She knew that she wasn't giving up all her power against him, she still had her feminine abilities to dominate over him, they were just much more subtle than the ones she was used to using. Even though she was under him, being pinned down, she still felt...powerful.

She heard his growl and then his hum and she ran her muzzle against his own gently, her ears pulled back slightly in a proper show of submission. She felt him let go of her neck and she slowly went to stand, but instead Connor began rubbing against her back. Her fur was standing on end, but in a good way. She loved the feel of his body moving against hers. When he flopped down beside her, rubbing her body with his own, her ears were straight up and she cocked her head to one side as she stood up, remaining in physical contact with him. She knew at that moment without a doubt that he felt this connection as well, that it wasn't only her. She kept her body perfectly still for a long moment as she looked at him and the woman in her processed what her wolf had already accepted.

Mate...

The wolf was wanting to take this realization and howl to every other female within 50 miles that he was hers...The female in her wondered if Connor the man, not the wolf, wanted her as much as she wanted him and their wolves wanted eachother...Then she looked at him again and could have laughed at herself. She didn't think that Connor felt any different than her wolf, and neither did she.

She barked at him, pouncing at him, landing directly beside his head as she bent down, rubbing her body against his, licking his muzzle, her ears pulled back and a small whine escaping her throat.

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He knew she’d never have just anyone dominate her, she’d given up to easily. If she’d truly wanted free of his grasp she could have twisted and ripped her skin from his mouth, if she truly wanted loose. She still had power though she had more power then he did in away. She was a woman and held the ultimate key to all male kind. Especially a woman, like her. Just looking at her sent his blood pressure skyrocketing up into space. She played submissive so well, the wolf was practically howling with his approval, his tail was thumping against the dirt. He watched her stand, watched her stay connected to him, never stopping the touch the feel of the other rubbed against them.
He watched her with heated eyes, his gaze never leaving her form, Damn even as a wolf she was sexy as hell. He growled his approval of her. He grunted though when she flung herself at him, pouncing at him, rubbing against him, her face close to his. He was suddenly burning, every muscle growing taunt with a wicked need. He rose slowly, dragging his big body up to stand and look at his woman. Connor was practically, tearing at the walls of his mind. He wanted Amarant with a passion that was dark and surely unholy. It was an all comsuming fire, an eternal desire.

His fur rippled, the silver catching moon light, while he stretch and glanced at Amarant almost questioning her if she was ready to continue this little escapade. He stood tall and proud and sent up a howl claiming Amarant as his. Even as howl carried across the night, his body shimmered and grew changing shape and loosing fur, gathering six feet of skin, muscle and naked male glory. He stretched then, sucking in a tight breath feeling a bit of brushing on his ribs where Mae rammed him at one point. He ran his hands over his chest before stretching and touching his toes. Then he stood tall and proud, and shifted his heated murky blue gaze to the black female, and raised and eyebrow. “Going to join me or stare at me?” He purred, putting his hand on slim hips, not even trying to hide his nakedness in the night light.

[*Amarant Blades]

Amarant ran her body along the length of his, humming her pleasure. A wolf finding their mate was a wonderful thing in and of itself, but she had never thought that she would find one like Connor...She always thought that she would be a Alpha in the relationship, and the male would be Beta...No, not with Connor. Connor was all male, and all Alpha, both in human and wolf form. Neither was any less than the other, both were primal and demanding, and she loved that about him. With any other guy she believed it would drive her nuts and she would have the urge to bite him...But with Connor, it was sexy. Everything about him called to both the woman and the female wolf in her, and she responded.

When Connor stood up slowly, she was on her back, a show of willing submission to her mate. She cocked her head to one side as he turned to face her, barking up at him before getting onto her feet as well. Almost simultaneously, when Connor threw his head back and howled, she did as well, their voices mixing in the quiet of the night surrounding them. She was warning every other female to back off, and even those lycan females who were in their human form would hear her and understand her meaning...Come after Connor, deal with a pissed off female.

She watched him with her golden eyes as his fur began to disappear, being replaced by skin and muscle. She sat up, her black fur hiding her in the shadows of the trees around her, the only thing giving her away should someone come walking by that she was there were her eyes, locked on Connor's body. Going to join me or stare at me? She gave him a wolfish grin, tilting her head to one side, as if she were thinking about what she should do. Her tail thumping one last time on the ground, her body began to make the shift. Black fur was replaced with tanned skin, all soft skin and curves, the hair on her head lengthening to fall around her shoulders in gentle waves.

She was sitting on the ground, and she stood up, her eyes never leaving Connor's body. Nudity was a normality for lycans, and neither of them were ashamed of their bodies, and neither of them had reason to be, either. They both worked out regularly, their bodies toned and fit, his stomach muscular, hers small and tucked in. He stood several inches taller than her, since without her heels she only stood 5'5. She walked up to him, running one finger against his chest gently.

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Actually, Biting sounded good right now. He wouldn’t mind one bit if she took a bite out of his skin. He would have loved to have that mouth anywhere on his fevered skin. Sexy. That was the word for her mouth, for the idea of biting him. He’d never thought he’d enjoy a woman like her as much as he did. Connor had always thought that if and when he found his mate she’d be submissive and gentle. A servant, nothing more then a female to his male, one that complimented him, and would bare his off spring. Never had he imagined he find himself, bonded with a female so head strong and so powerful that she rivaled him in everything from, will and passion. She was just as much an Alpha as he. Instead of standing behind him she stood next to him.

He hummed his approval, looking down at her, while she lay on her back, exposing a sexy fur covered stomach. He dropped his head rubbing his muzzle against that tender flesh, humming against her skin as she barked at him. Then she was up, standing beside him… then howling with him. Their voices blending together perfectly, like true mates. Warning all they were a deadly pair and to try and split them would end in horrible ways.

He could feel her eyes on him, those golden eyes seeing everything and missing nothing. Committing everything to memory. Just as he, commited every bare silk curve of her body to his mind to call up later when he lay alone craving her. He had no doubts, he’d crave her, over and over again. She was a drug he’d never get rid off, an addiction he didn’t wish to stop. When she stood un folding that lethal dose of feminine charm, he sucked in a tight breath his chest heaving up, as he growled low and feral, the wolf still heady in his veins. His blue gaze burned hot, liquid blue flames.

Her body was just as fit in his own, it was amazing though to see all that toned skin, all the lethal beauty wrapped in such a devastating package of softness and curves. Amazing how a woman could be so strong and so soft. He felt a heady sense of pride at being male and tall, at being her male. He shivered, that lone finger making his knees go week, almost dropping him there like a log. He caught her wrist in a quick but gentle grip and dragged her hand up against his skin to his mouth where he nibbled on her fingers, his eyes locked on her’s, never leaving her face, while he nibbled and kissed her hand.

[*Amarant Blades]

She had never really thought about having a mate...that was one thing she thought that she would live without, and it hadn't really bothered her all that much...Well, it had, but she had buried that desire so deeply that she never really thought about it except for in her sleep when her treacherous mind brought up all kinds of things. She had never really understood the concept of a mate, and she knew that she wasn't what Connor would have thought his mate would be. She was strong, independent, and an Alphess in her own right. She was far from the status of Omega...And she wondered if she would be happy with stepping aside, and taking a place as the Beta, the second in command, allowing Connor the position of Alpha?

She saw him watching her, his eyes taking in her smaller body just as she was doing with his, a slow smile tugging at her lips, white teeth flashing. They were studying each other as if they had their prey in sight, and they were sizing them up, reading to make their move. Where she was small and soft, all curves and soft skin...he was her opposite. He was tall, muscular, his body built like the hunter he was, toned down to the last part of him. All rough ridges. She began to realize what a mate was. Mates compliment each other, they match, and yet they are opposites. An Alpha could never successfully be with a Omega wolf...There would be too much control, and the Alpha would become power hungry and may abuse that power. An Alpha was meant for another Alpha, though one would have to give just a little and take the next best spot as the Beta.

As he grabbed her wrist, bringing her hand up to his lips, her eyes stayed locked with his, her eyes matching the heat and fire in his. He was sensual, everything about him at that moment was screaming sex. She could smell the wolf on him, sense his arousal even with her eyes closed. She could practically taste it in the air around them, their desire becoming a tangible thing between them. She took a step closer to him, so that their bodies were just mere centimeters apart. She could feel the heat rising off of his body, but she didn't allow theirs to touch just yet. She kept her eyes on his as she bent her head to his skin, her soft lips feathering over his heated skin, her free hand wrapping around the length of his already erect shaft, her fingers dancing over him, the touch light, barely there, but she knew it was enough to drive him crazy. Her tongue moved past her lips to twirl in a small circular motion over the spot in the center of his chest she had been kissing. A man like Connor wanted things hard and rough, and she was giving him slow, sensual, and gentle. It would be enough to make any man snarl. Though she wanted the same things he did, her wolf was clawing at her insides, demanding to be joined with her mate, she pushed her instincts and wants back, wanting to see him unfold under her touch, wanted to make his skin a feverish pitch.

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They were mates. There was no question in his mind, she was the light to his dark. The Female to his male. The other half of his soul. The woman to control him from going into a flying rage. He watched her with an intensity as she stepped close, leaving only the barest amount of space between them. Enough to drive him up a wall, the wall was already pacing and snarling to lunge and take her, she had to stand there just far enough not to touch. He could smell her, the feminine heat that was washing over him in tidal waves, pushing against him, dragging him down to his knees to beg for her favor. Then her hand was on him and her mouth pressed against his skin. God, why did she have to do this to him?! She was killing him! He sucked in a short breath baring is teeth in a snarl, as he threw back his head growling. She was still away though, only that seductive mouth and sexy hand on him, driving him to the edge. He wanted her here now! He wanted his mate, he wanted to brand her for all time as HIS. And she was going slow and gentle. There was time for that… later. Right now he didn’t want any other male to ever wonder if she was just having sex or if she really truly belonged to him.

He let go of her hand, and his fingers flexed at his waist, making a fist and stretching them long. Then he was grabbing her hips and pulling her flush against him, connected from shoulder to knee. He gave her a wolfish grin, looking down at her and his fingers flexed against her skin, keeping pinned against him. She wasn’t going any where now. “You aught to know better then to go slow with me…” He growled the phrase fast and furious coming to mind at the very moment. Then he was dropping his head and capturing her mouth in a searing kiss, branding her, demanding she recognize him as her mate, her male and no one else.

[*Amarant Blades]

She could feel his eyes on her, burning holes into her skin and setting her on fire. His eyes were so intense, so demanding. She loved it. His eyes on her like that made her feel powerful, sexy. She knew that men desired her, it was hard to not notice when every time she went to work, going to gigs in clubs and bars and the like, she had to knock a man on his ass for getting into her personal space and thinking that he had the right to grab her. She knew that her line of work would not be something that he liked at all. They may even fight about it, but she loved her job. She loved to sing, and she could captivate people with her voice. She was the Siren that everyone longed to hear. However, with Connor, it was different. There was something powerful about knowing that a male such as he would do anything for her, that she could have power over him, though she would never exercise that power. A male such as him didn’t deserve to be treated like that, though it did have its possibilities. Just the simple fact of knowing that she could bring a man like him to his knees begging for her was enough of a high.

She wanted him, and she knew that he wanted her with every bit as much desire as she did…But she was holding back, keeping herself in check. She wanted to watch his body react to her actions, she wanted to watch him ignite under her. Wanted him to know what she could do to his body. She had always been a sensual woman, and she wasn’t shy about anything sexual, though she rarely had sex. Her actions were usually enough to give any guy a basic idea of how she would be in bed. Her performances were hot and sexy, leaving the men with plenty of desires. That was why she was referred to as the Siren.

She gasped slightly when he pulled her to him, connecting their bodies. Her eyes flashed up at him, feeling the evidence of his desire pressed against her stomach. She could smell desire for her rolling off of him in waves, musk and woods. His wolf was close to the surface, just as hers was, pacing back and forth, demanding to have their mate. You aught to know better then to go slow with me… She tilted her head slightly, her black hair falling over her shoulders, the tips of her hair covering the top of her breasts, a small smile on her face. “I was wondering how long it would be before you took control.” Just as she got that sentence out his lips were pressed against hers, her body pressed against his snuggly as she responded, kissing him back, her tongue dueling with his for supremacy. She knew what he wanted from her, but she wanted to find out how far he would go in order to gain dominance.

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He wanted to devour her, he wanted to taste every inch of her, wanted her imprinted on his skin. Wanted to feel her essance envelope him. He was starved for her, wanted to feel her burned into every inch of him. He wanted to put his brand on her, wanted every male to know without a doubt she was his. wanted her to know she was His. He wanted her to move and smell him, feel his fingers on her skin. He wanted to feel her scent burning into him, wanted to carrying it around like a badge of honor. Wanted to be the proud male who strutted around because she chose him. Wanted the world to do She'd chosen him. His chest swelled with pride just knowing she was here, she was his.. and always would be. twenty one kids later, she'd still be his.

She was there, her skin, like hot silky rubbing against his molten flesh. He gyrated his hips against her, letting her feel the heavy arousal against her belly. Letting her feel the need for her. He was drowning in it. She was his life line. the wolf was howling and pacing, it was scoping out sites as to where to take her. He wanted those long sexy legs around him, he also wanted that moist heat on him. Wanted to taste her, wanted to have that sweet scent in his mouth. He heated gaze jerked over the land trying to to find a tree and a rock.

Then her mouth was against him and he couldn't think, everything shut down and sped up. He was hot, she was hot and they were fighting. Not literally but their tongue were dueling. He growled against her full mouth, one hand sliding up her breast, kneading it with calloused work roughed hands. his thumb rubbed against her nipple. He groaned against her mouth; dragging her tight against him, no quarter no inch. They were fighting for domance, fighting for the power. the rule. they tangoed, their tongues rubbing and stroking, dancing and roving. Exploring. God he loved this!

He dropped his other hand off her waist catching her ass in his hand and pulling her up, hoping she'd wrap her long luscious legs around him. While his other hand rubbed and stroke, pressed and kneaded her breasts his breath coming in hot short gasps.

[*Amarant Blades]

She closed her eyes slightly as he ground his hips against her, pressing his thick erection against her roughly, her own hips moving in time to his, not wanting to be separated, even by a little bit. Now that she had him to herself, she wasn’t too keen on the idea of having to leave his side, having to stop touching him…But that was something to worry about later. They were alone, secluded in woods, their true home. Not the place that they slept in with furniture and other luxuries. They were wolves to the heart, and their true home was out in the woods, where they were now, far away from other human contact.

She was so hot, her skin felt like flames were licking at her sensitive skin, her womb clenching tightly in anticipation. She would have him, and her wolf demanded that she have him now. Her hips moved restlessly, a burning need taking her over and sending her into a kind of heated frenzy, her hands exploring his toned body, his strong arms and broad chest. It was all hers, their bodies were made to be a perfect fit of the other, to compliment the other. Her hand roamed up to his hair, tangling in it and pulling him down to her, still fighting with him for dominance. She would give in eventually, but she wanted to play for awhile. His wolf wasn’t one to submit, and she knew it. Her wolf had no problem with submitting, but she wouldn’t do so without a fight. Her wolf wanted to find out just how far he would go for dominance. Wanted to find out how far she could push him.

She moaned into his mouth when his hand began kneading her breast, his hands rough as they moved against her sensitive nipple, causing her to arch her back, pressing herself closer into his hand, nipping his bottom lip. Her hair fell over her back, moving over her skin like strands of silk designed to torture her, her skin was so sensitive to any form of touch. She was slick with wanting him, a low rumble escaping her throat as her wolf demanded to have her mate buried inside her, where he belonged. Her wolf wanted to make sure that not only did no female ever look at Connor, but also that no male would ever look at her again and wonder if she was unclaimed. She wanted him to claim her so thoroughly that even humans would know that she was thoroughly taken, and there was no chance for them to break his hold on her.

She jumped up slightly when he grabbed her ass and pulled her up, her long sleek legs wrapping around his waist, taking her weight from him, holding herself up as she settled over him, pressing against his thick erection, testing if he would allow her to lower herself onto him, or if he wanted to take the pace himself. She would be perfectly happy to give him a ride, but she wanted to find out what he wanted from her first. She instead held herself poised over him, just the tip inside her, her muscles already clamping around him, her body begging for him to be deep inside her, filling and stretching her to her limit.

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Blood hammered in his veins, pounded in his temple and in his groin. All he could think about was her, all he wanted was to be buried deep into her, to feel her damp muscles clamping around him, demanding more of him, daring him to drive her over that edge. The very thought of what was to come had him excited. If he was still in his wolf form his tail would be wagging at the thought. His lips, his tongue, he wanted to taste and feel. He wanted all of her heart body and soul, right now he was focusing on her body. He growled, enjoying the feel of their bodies together the friction of her skin against his. The contract between male and female…between him and her, between Connor and Amarant, Alpha and his mate.

Her moan sent silent thrills spinning threw his body, made his manhood jerk, he wanted her around him wanted completely control.. and just the moment he was about to make that last move she challenged him, fighting for dominance. It was a challenge a dare that turned him on fueled the fire of desire sparking and leaping between them. He growled at her the corner of his lips kicking up in a smirk as he fought back, his fingers moving to the valley between her breath, her erect nipple pressed against his palm as he rubbed circles against it.

Her legs, those long beautiful legs of sin were wrapped around his lean hips, her flesh was open to him, he could feel the moist heat near his erection. Then the tip of him was settled into her and he hissed out a hot breath. “Damn” he muttered, tearing his mouth away and clenching his jaw his wolf about going beserk, lunging demanding he be fully entwined with his mate. Snarling and snapping demanding her body, demanding he thrust hot and hard into her. But he wasn’t going to let her win this silent dare she’d issued. He could feel her hot tight muscles clamping around the tip of him, trying to pull him in. He couldn’t take this kind of torture.. he wasn’t strong enough. “Your going to kill me love..” He told her his voice rough as he once again gained enough control to trust himself with her and lowered his mouth to her’s taking hers captive, plundering and ravishing trying to force her to his will to submit to him. He held himself still just barely inside her…. His muscles quaked with the tension the stress of not doing what was demanded by him of body and nature his wolf but he would win.

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She knew that he had been excited by her challenge. The moment that excitement hit him she knew, and she had been waiting for it. She was giving him something to work for, it was like the hunt to them. A challenge to overcome... And no wolf could resist a challenge. She had deliberately challenged him, trying to get a rise out of him. She wanted to see the dominance in him come out, wanted to be completely and throughly taken over. She wasn't disappointed.

She heard his growl and matched it with one of her own, which turned into a moan as he circled her nipple, her womb clenching in anticipation as she settled over him. Your going to kill me love.. She smiled slightly when she heard that, wiggling her hips slightly, trying to force him to let her lower herself onto him, her feminine muscles pulling at him. He held her still though, just barely inside her. She was sure this was torture for him, but it was nothing compared to her. She wanted him inside her, filling her. She wanted him to mark her, both on her body and her soul. And here he was, just giving her a small taste of what she wanted.

Her wolf snarled at her, demanding that she do whatever necessary to be bound with her mate. The human was being stubborn and trying to get a rise out of her male... The wolf didn't care about submitting at this moment, that wasn't the important thing. What was important at that moment was joining with her mate. He was kissing her again, and she let out a slight whimper before finally submitting to him, allowing him to take her away in a tidal wave of fiery passion. She moved her hips, slightly impatient.

She didn't know how much she could take. He felt like if he wasn't inside her soon, she was going to go insane. Her nerves were frazzled, and even the slightest touch set her on fire, flames licking at her skin like a lover. Her long black hair fell over her back, scraping against her skin gently, causing her to shiver. "Connor... Please..." It was a plea for mercy. If he decided to make her wait, she would self-implode. She had never wanted a man like this, with this much intensity. It frightened her a little, but at the same time thrilled her. Connor was wild and sensual, a predator just like the wolf inside him. He was the perfect man for the Siren of New Orleans.