The Clans: Lions

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Chapter 1- Halloween Tricks and Treats.


Sweat beads down my spine and several cat calls fill the air around me as I work my body down low to the floor. Bringing Sexy Back is booming in the speakers. Personally I think, Timberlake had to find sexy just to write the damn song. Until this CD, he sucked. Strong hands grab my hips and pull my ass into someone’s groin. I could moan the package behind me is so big. God it feels amazing grinding against me. I’m horny, so fuck me already. Oh wait so sue me is the phrase. Silly me. I’m turned around and my lips crash into his. He tastes like fire. Damn. He’s beautiful too. Long dirty blonde hair flows down over his shoulders. He even as perfectly colors cat ears on to match. Cat’s eye contacts in his eyes, but the color is a haunting green. I lick my lips.

He’s tugging my hand and gives a nod to the back room.

give a wink to my friend Donovan and head back with Golden Boy. His lips are on mine before I can even manage a word. We’re groping and grinding. His heavy breath comes in heavy pants as he buries his head into my neck, “Out Back?”

I nod. “Now!”

We half kiss and half grope our way out the back exit and my back meets brick. Damn that’s hot. His hands grip my thighs and he pulls me up against him, I wrap my legs around him. Our erections grind against each other hard and I throw my head back and moan. His hands are at my belt pulling apart the front, dropping me to my feet only to spin me back against the wall.

“Condom” I manage to squeak out as my pants are yanked down my thighs.

“Right here.” His voice is a sexy rumble that makes me moan again.

He spreads my cheeks apart and shoves a lubed finger into me.

ondom and lube, damn Golden Boy is prepared.

He’s working two fingers and then three fingers into me. My fingers scratch at the brick as I practically attempt to climb up it while shoving myself back on his hand. So fucking good!!!!

“You ready.”

“Fuck yes. Just do it.”

His fingers are gone and replaced by that huge and glorious tip. Thank god.

I moan so loud I think everyone in the alley heard me as he works it into me. Three fingers and he’s still so big… “Oh god… fucking huge.”

He laughs weakly as he works more inside me. I feel like I’m dying, but it’s the best way to go ever!.

I groan as I feel him come up flush behind me.

“You can say that again.” He’s panting in my hair now. He reaches up and grabs my hands, lacing his fingers with mind as he pulls back.

The friction is amazing! I feel like screaming but at the moment I can’t even breathe. He shoves in quickly this time and my eyes open wide in shock and my mouth forms the O of a silent scream. A loud and high pitched moan seeks from my mouth as he pulls out again. This time his thrust is accompanied by my grunt. In no time he’s pounding into me. I’m screaming, moaning, and gripping his fingers. Trying to get away, trying to rock back against him. I’m so fucking full I’ve lost my mind. Than the unimaginable: he releases my right hand and I feel his palm on my cock and he’s working me like he’s going for broke.

Fireworks!!!! I’m talking bright lights, big city! I’m talking best orgasm of my life that splits across my body so fast I’m not even sure I’m alive anymore because I think I just was struck by lightning.

I’m panting hard, my sweaty forehead against the bricks, his arm around my waist the only thing keeping me from falling to the disgusting floor of the alley.

“Fuck.”

“We already did.” I pant.

He laughs as he pants, low and sated sounding. He buries his nose in the nape of my neck. “You smell like Clan. “ He groans.

I still in front of him. The post orgasmic glow leaves me in an instant. “What?” I whisper.

“You smell like Clan. Cat right?”

I push him off of me and immediately grab one of the ears on his head.

“Owe. That’s attached you know.”

“You son of a bitch!!!” I slap him across the face and am pulling my pants up so quickly that his head is still spinning.

“What the hell was that for?”

“You’re Clan and you didn’t’ say so?”

“I didn’t think I needed to. I thought you smelled it on me too.” He’s following me but I’m already gone. Back into the club, pissed as shit and sure as hell I’ll never see him again. Bastard. I’m not going to get roped into that shit. I don’t do Clan relationships. I pray that he’s just one of the many passing through.


Chapter 2- Holiday Havoc


I hate the holidays, but not because of your usual family bullshit. Mom and dad are still married, and sickeningly happy. My brothers and I all get along just fine. My crazy Aunt Nora, really isn’t that crazy and there is no groping uncle that everyone avoids. I hate the holidays because I’m a member of the clans. Well not really a member but sort of an honorary member. Hell, we’ll get to that later.
I’m your average 20 year old. I’m currently in college studying art history. I want to grow up, get a 9 to 5, sit back and relax for the rest of my life. I spend my weekends hanging out with other average kids, playing videogames and going to house parties. Basically I’m indistinguishable from 85 percent of college men, not that I’m complaining. Average is one of the biggest compliments I can get.

So as I pull on the pair of cat ears and clip the cat tail to the back of my jeans, I’m particularly annoyed that I have to go to yet another clan party. You see, my family is all clan members, which means that they are all descendants of various animal spirits. Think I’m lieing? Do I sound amused to you?

Think of clan members as a recessive gene. Full clan members have three forms, a full human form, a half human form and a full animal form. Half clan members have an animal form and a half human form. Quarter clan members have only a half human form… and no percentage clan members… well that would just be me.

You see I was adopted, or more like found. Yup, I was a dumpster baby. Fortunately it was spring and my parents found me. So I got dragged into this whole crazy mess, which means that every holiday all the clans get together and party. The kink in that chain of logic is simple. There are so many of us that we all can’t fit in one person’s house, no matter the size, so we usually have to rent out a giant ballroom. This means mingling with humans… which means because of the overflow of quarter bloods, they decided all such meetings would be costume parties. Great! Not.

They check your costume at the door. Meaning they tug your teeth, ear, tail, scale, whatever and let you inside. The worst part is that I’m actually human, so everyone knows me. There is no blending in for Christopher Kurohyou. If that isn’t a huge giveaway to what my family actually is well, here it is in English. Black Panthers, and I’m not talking a militant style black rights group from the sixties. I’m talking ears and a tail, purring, tree climbing giant cats. Let’s just say I’ve heard the cat’s got your tongue joke five million times too many, which they find hilarious, because well, I’ve got no cat to begin with. HAHAHA. Not funny.

So I walk up to the door and get the usual ‘Pulling my tail’ joke from Tim, the full-blooded snake and walk into the door, checking the ears and a tail with my coat. When I was little my mom and dad used to delight in dressing me up for the whole evening. Now that I’m an adult I at least can say no, but that doesn’t erase the twelve years of photos of me dressed up like a cat of some sort for every holiday ever! It doesn’t help that I’m a boy, which makes this whole thing even more ridiculous. By the time I was in high school I refused flat out. I look like a boy, I have broad shoulders and well toned muscles and all they sell in cat costumes are these feminine ridiculously small cat ears and tails… it’s a walking punch line.

“CHRIS!!!” My mother yells over the crowd and I’m surrounded by my family. We all hug as usual, rubbing our cheeks together as we do so. Yes I know this makes no sense, since in human form we don’t have scent glands, but really a lot of the habits carry over. Like the fact that to this day we all will cuddle with each other on the couch in one giant cat pile. I’m lucky that my brother’s got over the whole licking thing before school started. That was just plain embarrassing. Occasionally they still do it just to fuck with me. Not funny. “Where have you been honey? You said you would be here at 10.”

“I got held up Mom. Traffic and all that from the University.”

She rolls her eyes knowing that it wasn’t traffic that made me late. My hair gets tussled as Bryan, Michael and Daniel all pull me away from our doting mother. They’re sporting ears and tails as usual but they drop them as we head away. They’re being considerate since I can’t grow them at all. Thank god they all understand why I hate these things.

“We’ve got duty tonight within the cats, and there are three new clans that have joined that are looking for DMs. Watch out.” Daniel hands me a beer from his hand and I take a long swig.

“I hate duties. Good luck with the DMs.”

They all look back and forth to each other as if wanting to say something.

“Actually we have to talk to you about that.” Ryan chips in and then looks away refusing to meet my eyes.

“What does that mean? I’m not an actual clan member I can’t DM.”

“Listen Chris. That isn’t exactly what the rules say.” Michael is the one that speaks for them. At least he does when they know I’m going to be pissed.

“Guys just tell me.”

“The Council just reviewed the statutes and changed a few things. We wanted to tell you but Dad said to wait until you got here.” They all were staring now. “Every clan offers up two. Same as always, only now they’ve defined which two because of that nonsense three years ago.” You see three years ago there had been a huge argument between two clans about a dominant son that wanted to marry another clan’s dominant daughter. Huge issue. The boy’s clan said that as long as he picked one of the daughters and she was submissive to him that was all that was required, they girls’ clan said that they would only marry her into a relationship where she was dominant…. Things got ugly fast. The marriage didn’t go through and two clans aligned with the boy’s clan left the alliance because they were so badly offended. Nasty shit.

“So which two?”

“Most dominant available gets offered up for a dominant role, most submissive a submissive role, unless each party agrees to a separate arrangement.” Daniel informed

That sucks. I’m sorry Danny. Sorry Bry.” They didn’t look at me. This was getting weird.

“Actually Bry isn’t up.” Michael was staring into his beer again.

“Why not. He’s the most submissive clan in the family.”

“Well not according to the Council. They ruled and well… it’s you.” Michael at least looked up for this part.

“What! I can’t even fight for dominance so how the hell can I be submissive. Fuck that shit.”

“That’s why they decided that since it was just you and you can’t fight because you don’t have the weapons to, than you must be submissive. So… it’s you and Danny.”

“Well that’s not so bad. No one is going to choose me. I’ve no form I’m useless.” I took another swig, praying that because I was ‘deformed’ by clan standards that no one would choose me.

“Actually-“ Michael elbowed Daniel in the side.

“What?”

“Nothing” they all chimed in unison.

“What?”

“Come on lets go make rounds.” Daniel grabs my arm and we make our way through the crowd. I shake hands with more felines than necessary and make mental notes of any clan issues that come up in passing. Ah family duties. The evening goes as well as can be expected. I resist the urge to get smashed. I meet the one dominant woman and we dance. She tells me outright she isn’t into me. I thank her politely for her time and scoot back into the crowd. I find one of my usual spots. I lean against one wall and spend ¾ of the night just watching people dance. Than Mr. Tall Golden and Gorgeous shows up. Did I mention I’m gay… oh well I am. Just don’t tell Mom. Dad and my brother’s know… They knew since Daniel beat up my boyfriend senior year of high school when he found me under him during some heavy petting. I think the problem came from Daniel not trusting his nose. There was no smell of fear in the room that day… Just sex and sweat. Needless to say my ex and I ended after that wonderful day. I turn away from Golden boy and stare out the crowd again. I’d never seen him here before but I knew that staring at anyone two long meant you were showing an interest or making a challenge. I have no interest in exposing my preference to the clan. Who knows what rules they’d come up with then. In my lifetime they’d made over twelve rulings about my life. Things as simple as can I go to human schools to big things like could I leave for college, or could I date. It was disgusting that they could make those choices but I honored them because they usual came out in my favor. The Council really was made up of good people they just sometimes come up with stupid solutions. Like I’m submissive, and Christmas costume parties.

In the corner, I see my family gathering and I know our duties are over and we’re taking off for the evening. I head in that direction when an arm grabbed my bicep. I swing around and yank my arm back, falling into a defensive position. Growing up with cats I guess I’ve grown as jumpy as they are about being sneaked up on. There Golden Boy stands. His eyes are this amazing green that makes my mouth water. He, like everyone else, is sporting his half human form, showing me a pair of cat eyes and large golden ears atop his head.

“Are you Christopher Kurohyou?” his voice is rumbling and deep.

I immediately recognize the voice, he doesn’t seem to recognize me. Then again I’m not dressed up like a college boy toy and my hair is back to its usual brunette instead of the black from that night. “Yes.” I stand up straight raising my chin an inch. He may be much better built than I am and definitely 6 inches taller, but I certainly wasn’t going to be intimidated. “Who are you?”

“I’m Jacob Lion.”

The French last name throws me off for a second. I’m pretty sure that La-ran... means Lion. So he’s still a cat, but a fucking huge one. Bad scenario because he’s staring. Which means a challenge soon and I don’t have claws or fangs.

“My clan is seeking a DM. I am our Dominant.”

I breathe a sigh of relief. “Welcome than. I am Christopher Kurohyou. I wish you luck in your hunt.” I bow as is tradition and turn my back in attempt to leave. It’s been two months he won’t remember.

“I think I’ve found my chosen.” His voice is rumbling in my ear and I can feel his heat on my back even though he’s not touching me.

I glare over my shoulder. “I’m a man and a human but I am still a clan member. I will not be insulted.” I walk away but he steps in front of me and pulls me close. His chest is warm against me. I can feel his lips against my neck as he breaths my scent in.

“It doesn’t seem to bother you in either case. I’ve already had you remember.” His voice is that rumble again and his purring as he rubs his cheek against my neck and face. Apparently he does remember and so does his large friend in his pants.

I stifle a moan. “Knock it off.” My arms feel heavy as I push him back from me. His muscles are hard under my palms. Why was I pushing him away again?

He growls low in his throat and begins stalking toward me.

I can feel my eyes go wide. Forcing my eyes to narrow, I build up my own version of a growl as he stalks me against one wall. People have begun to stare and gather now. DM meetings rarely get to a point of proving dominance, but in ten seconds I’ve managed it. If he can proven I’m submissive. If he can mark me and make me still beneath him he’s won and I’m his… I continue my low growl even as my back hits the wall. Fuck this shit. This isn’t supposed to happen.

His arms come up and pin my shoulders to the wall.

I struggle against him.

Hot and warm, his mouth captures my own, trying to force my lips apart.

I bite him and taste blood.

A murmur goes through the cloud as he steps back and wipes him bleeding lip.

I move as fast as I can, darting into the crowd, through groups of people in an attempt to find my clan in hopes of getting a sub for a challenge. What I don’t expect is the full weight that’s pounding down on me from behind. I can hear the animalistic growl from behind me. I hit the ballroom floor hard. I struggle and it’s turned into a roar. If I look behind me, I will see the change in his eyes. All I managed was to bring out his dominance… fuck. My moment of stillness seems enough and he smells me once more. I can feel the weight of a million eyes staring at us. This was a brilliant idea. He purrs and rubs his cheek along my shoulders, he’s scenting as much as he can in human form. But I can feel that his change is coming. His hands seem bigger, his nails are sharper, his teeth elongate to long points. He has surprising control. If he turned than it would mean that I’m dominant, because I didn’t need to change form and he did. I can feel him fighting it. I struggle again trying to push him over the edge, bucking and pushing at him, making him growl even as I hiss and growl at him. Maybe a belong more in the family than I thought. He’s still not changing and I’m beginning to panic.

Completely under control he manages to force his knees between my thighs, spreading them enough that when I try to get leverage he spreads his knees an inch and I fall to the floor again.

My shoulders are still fighting him as is my torso, but I can’t find leverage enough to push him off me or even roll over.

He yanks my hands over my head and I slam into the floor again.

My breath comes hard and heavy. I can hear my brothers. Mom’s holding Daniel back now. By jumping on me Jacob has official begun the challenge so we’re in the middle, no one can interfere. A wet tongue comes out and licks over my cheek. I struggle again and a low growl returns. I still.

His nose is nuzzling into my face and down my neck. He licks and nips at me, his weight heavy on my back as I feel his arousal grow into a heavy bulge at my ass.

I fight back a moan. Even a whimper and I lose. I struggle more but I know it’s over.

His hot breath caresses over my skin. He’s panting too. Taking a deep breath of my hair he starts purring again.

A few people begin to congratulate members of his family even as we lie there able to hear them.

I blush. I’m laying on the floor being molested. It’s average for our family though. It’s nothing close to profane. Dry humping occurs regularly in wolf and dog battles for dominance. I’ve even seen males fuck females into the ballroom floor when a DM is challenged so even that wouldn’t be shocking. His teeth are at the nape of me neck and I find myself bending my head down to give him more access. Arousal rips through my stomach.

He bites me.

Immediately I moan as I feel his teeth dig into my skin. I’m once again moving against him only this time I’m rubbing my entire body against his. I’ve submitted. I’ve lost. All I care about, though, is the feeling of his skin against mine. The way my shirt is pushed up my back and I can feel a small expanse of his naked stomach against my back. His teeth feel like heaven and it’s as if those nerves he’s touching are immediately connected to my groin.

He’s purring in my ear now.

For the first time in my life I wish I could purr too.

A long moment of silence passes and he rubs his check against mine and I rub back.

A cheer breaks out amongst the crowd. A couple has been born. Fuck.

I blush harder.

Jacob must have understood, because when he stood up, he pulled me close to him, allowing me to hide my face in his chest as our breathing returned to normal.

How the hell am I going to explain this?

He leads me over to his family. My hand gets shaken more than once. It’s hard to meet anyone’s eyes in the blur of people.

Someone mentions that I still look shocked and I nod dumbly. My mind isn’t working at all.

“Oh My baby!” Mom is hugging me now and I can feel her tears on my cheek. I’m blushing red again.

Dad scowls at her and grips my hand in his “The Lion’s are a powerful bunch son, you’ve made a good allegiance.”

Daniel doesn’t say anything he just sulks in the corner away at the edge of our group.

“Our little babies all growd up!” Bryan mocks mom and pulls my face into his chest before tussling my hair.

Michael just nods and shakes my hand.

Jacob is still standing next to me. I’m supposed to introduce him.

“Mother and Father Kurohyou this is Jacob Lion.” It’s formal and feels forced.

He shakes hands with my dad and there seems to be a moment of understanding between them. My mother gives him a large hug, she’s always been too touchy feely. Daniel refuses to shake his hand and bows instead. Ouch. Michael manages to smile, it looks genuine and Bryan makes some stupid joke about ‘tapping that ass’ and walks away to join his clan friends.

I mentioned that DM means Diplomatic Marriage right? Well, I can’t imagine the evening getting any worse.

Chapter 2- The First Day of Christmas.
I yawn and stretch rolling over in the twin bed that used to belong to me in high school only to find a large heavy lump beside me. No big deal. My brothers were always climbing into bed, it’s a cat thing. I curled around the figure enjoying the heat.

“Morning.”

At the low grumble my eyes shoot open. That voice does not belong to my brothers. I move away only to be caught by large arms. This was not my room. This was hell. By hell I mean Jacob’s hotel room.

A head of dirty blonde hair comes up and over the top of the blankets and Jacob stretches with a loud yawn before pulling me back to him and spooning around me.

I’m not particularly amused even though it does feel wonderful. “I’m going to shower.” I pull away from him and he groans in disappointment.

“I’ll be in, in a few.”

Great now I have to speed shower because he wants the bathroom in ‘a few’. Screw that. I grumble all the way to the bathroom. Turning on the shower, I climb in and take my time soaping my hair.

Last night I managed to find a Husband… great! Not. There are rules about everything. I mean everything. He drove me to my parents only to pick up my overnight bag from their house before dragging me back to his hotel. Rule 1: We have to co-habitat. That means sharing the same bed. For cat’s that’s not such a big deal we’ll sleep with anything. No that’s not a sexual innuendo it’s a fact that we will sleep next to anyone as long as they’re warm and don’t roll over a lot.

Warm arms slide around my waist and I jump five feet in the air “Holy Shit!!!” I grab my chest and glare at him. “Get out.”

“No. It’s better this way.” He smiles and uses his own shampoo to soap his ridiculously long and thick hair.

Rule 2: He as dominant makes the final decisions unless 1) it will harm something or someone, 2) it is against my religious beliefs or moral upbringing, or 3) it’s a decision about my body or the welfare of my offspring. I’ve showered with men before. Hell I even put out on the first date, it won’t kill me and it’s not like he’s asking me to eat soap so I’m pretty much stuck with him. I don’t have to look at him though, so I turn away from him, and stand in the middle of the spray so he can’t use the water. Childish, yes, but Jacob wasn’t exactly on my list of favorite people.

When he realized what I was doing he only chuckled and wrapped himself around me. Putting his chin over my head and adjusting the shower spray for a moment. The soap from his hair ran down my body. He returned the shower head and went about soaping his body.

I rinsed off and left the shower. I’m not up for games. Deliberately, I take the only large towels. Wrapping one around my waste and drying my hair with the other. So I’m being passive aggressive. No one says I have to be the readymade bride.

I shuffle through my overnight bag and pull out my jeans and long sleeve shirt. I turn around and he’s standing the small hallway like some giant.

His entire body is a deep golden tan, his hair wet and flowing around him. He looks like the cover or a romance novel or better yet porn with the size of his-

A smirk lay across his lips, apparently he’s pleased I’ve noticed him.

By the time I realize he’s moved he’s already against me. I’ve dropped my cloths and his lips are hot against my own. He tastes like the sun and spices. My body molds to his. Why can’t I fight him when he kisses me? Frustrated at yet another attempt to seduce me into liking him, I pull away. “Stop doing that!”

“That’s what we’re suppose to do.”

“Not unless I agree, which I don’t, so knock it off.” Snatching up my clothing, I head for the bathroom. I hear him laughing even from the bathroom.

When I return from changing he’s lying on the bed still completely naked. His tale is twitching and his ears perk up as I enter but he doesn’t look up from the television.

“Don’t you ever wear clothing.”

He smiles wide. “Not unless I have to.”

“Well you have to. We have the formal introduction today.”

“Yes dear.” He grins as I shoot him a look of death. From the wardrobe he pulls out a dark suit and I roll my eyes.

He ditches the tail but keep the ears. Fucking weirdo. At least he’s a full blood though, which means I won’t have to worry about him sticking around me during the hunt.

The way to the meeting is unpleasant. All days our families will bond and then there will be a hunt. Basically everyone turns as animal as possible and goes for a run. Used to be a hunt for a small marked rabbit, or even a deer on rare occasion, but we don’t do much of that anymore. I loved hunts. It was the one time that it didn’t matter if we were humans or cats or what. We all kept pace together and climbed trees and watched the moon. It was always best when our cousins were there because three of them are quarter breed so I’m not the only one slowing down the pack. When it was just our immediate family, my brothers would take turns letting me ride their backs until we got to our spot for the night. Then we all end up in a giant cat pile in the living room and sleep until noon. For the first time I wasn’t looking forward to the hunt.

When we entered the house, the living room looked like a refugee camp. Roughly twelve people sat packed in the three couches. I could hear my younger brother with other kids screaming upstairs. The kitchen looked full as well.

“Sorry our pride is pretty big.”

I jumped at his voice in my ear. “Stop doing that!”

Mistake! Now the entire room stared at us. Ah the joys of family. “I stormed into the kitchen in an attempt to find out if this was reversible. Through the back sliding door I found both sets of our parents sitting at the back table.

“Mother and Father Kurohyou, I once again present my mate Jacob Lion.” I bowed to my parents.

“Mother and Father Lion, I present my mate Christopher Kurohyou.”

“Jacob pourquoi pas il montrent ses oreilles et queue correctement ?” Jacobs mother hissed as he sat down beside her at the unoccupied end of the table.

Jacob winced. “Mother he has no ears and tail.”

The table went silent.

“You will have to excuse my mate. She doesn’t understand that your son is human, but still a member of the clan.”

Dad took a long drink of his coffee that I was pretty sure was laced with baileys.

“If this is a problem we will allow your son to abandon his claim.” My mother spoke. For as dotting as she was, my mother really is a strong woman. I pitied Jacob’s father.

“I won’t do so.” Jacob pointed out

“We wouldn’t ask him too.” Jacob’s father chimed.

Great. Awkward. Let’s say we forget this all happened and I go back to bed?

“What are your concessions?” Mother gets right down to business. Ouch.

“Hospitality and free hunt. Full rights for your son. Your half?”

"Hospitality and free hunts. Only partial rights for your son until he vies for dominance in our pack, and full rights once he’s placed.

“Agreed.” Mother and Mr. Lion Shook hands.

“Residency?” I ask.

Two heads turn to me. I’m not supposed to speak. Oops.

“Our territory.” The Lion’s aren’t playing games.

"No. Ours until such time as Christopher is out of school, then yours.” Mom pitches

“No my choice.” I once again interrupt. I get glares. “I’m clan but I’m also human. You don’t have jurisdiction over living space.”

“We do once you marry clan.” Dad said. Fucking lovely surprises.

“We concede.” They shook hands.

Mom 2. Lions zip, I’m waiting for the bomb.

“Exemption for procreation.”

Boom. There it is. While males and females have been known to pair with the same sex it was usually stipulated that the dominance partner needn’t remain faithful if their other sexual partners were being used for breeding purposes. The sexual partner needed to be proven more fertile or more capable of delivering healthy children.

“No!” I objected and everyone looked at me funny. “I’m not going to be forced into the agreement and then let him bang every chick that walks by.”

“What my son is stipulating is that any woman would be more fertile than he. We will not concede Exemption.” Mom spoke carefully.

“Exemption for approved procreation then?”

“Agreed, only if reciprocated.”

“Agreed.” They shook hands again.

I was never going to agree to let him cheat on me no matter how perfect the woman so he was SOL.

“Full parental rights of all offspring.”

“Agreed if reciprocated.”

“Agreed.” The final handshake and it was all settled.

Why don’t they just dress me in a bow and make me sit underneath the tree.

Lunch was all smiles after that, at least for our parents. I was none to happy that Jacob seemed to lack the basic sense to keep his hands off me: little caresses, a hand at the base of my spine, or peck on the lips before I could avoid him. Then there was the rubbing. I swear every damn time he got the chance we would rub himself against me, or grind that ever present bugle of his into my ass. Of course, it was always a mistake given that the house was so pack and it needed to slide around me. Not buying that bull shit at all. By the end of the night I was so horny I didn’t know whether to smack him or fuck him.

My favorite activity, the hunt, reached a new level of awkward. Couples were always allotted time before and after the hunt for- who am I kidding, fucking. Usually this consists of the ritualistic stripping and then intense baby making sessions. Of course I’d forgotten that completely until we were excused by the full pack/ pride. I blushed as we moved downstairs and into one of the many guest rooms. These were a series of sound proof rooms especially for visiting adult pairs. What can I say, a cat in heat is bound to make some noise and no one wants to hear that level of awkward.

Jacob closed the door and locked it. I glared at him, but he only smirked and began stripping.

I turned away.

His hands ran over my shoulders and a pushed them away. That low growl came again and I turned to tell him to fuck off, but his lips crashed into mine and I found myself giving into the kiss. I blame it completely on the horniness. Not my fault. His tongue dominated my own and tasted every corner of my mouth before returning to caress over my lips again. Damn he was a good kisser. His hands ran over my sides, his nails trailing over my abs and down to unbutton my pants. I moaned as he cupped me.

Before I could think, my clothes were gone and my dripping erection was grinding into his. My hands snaked into his hair and pulled as he licked down my chest and bit at my nipples. My back arched, offering him more skin to devour. He slapped down my body and wet het enveloped my shaft.

“JESUS CHRIST!” I moaned and whimpered and screamed as he brought me to orgasm with he tongue and lips, and careful playful scrapes of teeth. I was desperate for release, begging for it. I sounded like an idiot, whispering “Please… oh please… I have to cum. I have to… please.” He just smirked and let my cock pop from his lips as his slid up my body. I wrapped my legs around him. Kissing at his lips, his neck, sucking on his tongue, I begged with everything I could and moaned a sigh of relief when I felt that large hot head push at my entrance.

‘Wait.” He moved to grab something off the side table.

I whimpered. “Now please.”

A pop of the cap, a quick squeeze and two strokes later, that heat was against me again and I was thrusting down against it.

Our moans mingled as he bottomed out.

“You’re still as tight as I remembered.”

“Fuck me.”

He did. Hard long pulls of his huge cock that made me feel like dying. I’d thought I’d made that part up, but no and here that feeling was again. With every stroke he stretched and caressed me, hitting that spot again and again. My nails dug into his back. As I came I bit into his shoulder.

He groaned low and loud after a few more thrusts. I felt warmth spread inside me.

I winced as he pulled from me and collapsed onto my chest. His now sweat streaked hair clung to both our bodies and he panted tickling breaths across my skin.

“Amazing.” He looked up at me smiling.

I was not amused. I frowned and got up to walk to the small bathroom and shower. He didn’t follow this time. When I returned he was gone. I grabbed by pants and headed out for the night.

The wind whispered coolly against the starry sky. Fourteen lions and five panthers stood en mass waiting for me to arrive. I could feel it in the air. That stillness which makes you feel like one of the last people alive on the earth. Something heavy and magical hung the air, making the shadows seem slightly dangerous, yet seductive.

Daniel walked toward me and offered me a ride for the evening on his grey and black spotted back, but moved away when a mammoth sized lion approached. I could tell by the eyes it was Jacob. He came nearly up to my chest he was so large, but kneeled down so I could climb onto his back, gripping his mane in my fists.

We ran. The breeze streaking through our hair as the cool of the night kissed our skin. The stars sang above us lighting the little seen path through the trees. Some of our pack traveled above us jumping across the low lying branches, others ran beside us, behind us, in front of us.

There is a moment in the hunt, when you all are one. Legends say we all used to be one great giant cat spirit, but one day the giant cat died and split into a million parts and that’s what we are. When we run together, when we hunt, we once again become that great cat. You can say that’s stupid, but I can feel it when we run. One heart beat, one breath, one life.

The clearing comes into view and we all stop at our own pace. The stars are clear and we stare up into the sky. Beside me now, Jacob has returned to his half animal form, I find myself absentmindedly rubbing his ears as he purrs contentment. He looks up at me and for a moment I can see the universe reflected in his eyes from above us. His lips meet mine. We are one. Tonight, tomorrow, forever bonded. We are one.

So for now it will be the awkward annoying get to know each other phase. I’ll be my bitchy and sarcastic self, but neither of us are fooled. I know I want him. He knows I want him. It’s only a matter of time before we’re yet another sickeningly sweet pack mating success story. I knew he was going to be trouble when I met him at that club.

Bastard.