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A Drive
Sept 26, 2022 21:54:58 GMT -5
Post by Thea on Sept 26, 2022 21:54:58 GMT -5
She tasted just like she smelled, all fire and smoke and cinnamon. Lark couldn't get enough of it. He devoured her much like a starving man would consume a whole feast. Drank in her sounds of need as if it were water and he hadn't had it for days. And every time her fingers touched him his body reacted without thought. Just beneath the surface his beast - his wolf lingered, scratching, wanting a taste for himself.
With an arm banded around her back to make sure she wasn't going anywhere, he urgently searched for the handle that reclined the driver seat. The growl that was ripped from his throat was a frustrated one, with him hating how complicated everything had to be. How many buttons were down here that did everything but what he wanted? He felt more than heard Atsila's mirth at his predicament, her giggle vibrating in her throat as her fingers went to help him search for what he wanted.
Yet his pride couldn't handle that, so he slapped her hand away gently before continuing his search. He was about to give up on it however, finding that the nimble fingers on his other hand had enough room to snake into her jeans and that she especially liked it when his tongue traced her jugular vein, when he jerked hard on a lever and he tipped back quickly. His shout was one of triumph, his animalistic grin showcasing his fangs.
Gently, he pushed her into a sitting position, the hand in her jeans gripping tightly onto one firm globe of her ass. He was breathing hard, not because he was out of breath but because he was battling with the carnal desire to take her in this seat right then. To make her his irrevocably. To let the world know that Atsila was his and his alone. His wild blue eyes shimmered with promise, looking into the fiery depths of his mate's gaze unafraid of being burned.
Gods, she was divine. With his name on her swollen lips and her lust-filled eyes. How her breasts rose and fell with every harsh breath and how her hands braced and curled against his broad chest. The way her throat worked as she swallowed. His eyes went to the hallow of it, where his mate mark would be. Honestly, the only reason why he hadn't done it yet was because he was waiting on her. Ladies first, after all. And he was nothing if not a gentleman, he thought with a smirk.
But then again, being a gentleman was what got him trapped for more than a third of his lifetime. Not that Atsila would try anything dastardly as his previous mate did. At least, he certainly hoped. The thought of Ethel had his grip on Atsila tightening, his body's way of telling him to stay in the present. In this very moment, there were no secrets. Only plain desire and need.
Take what's ours.
Atsila would have seen it before it happened - he was sure of it. The momentary teeter-totter of decision-making on his face before he surged back up into a sitting position, his free hand cupping her head as his own bent to the supple skin of her neck. She was smart. Smarter than him, he would wager. And he was sure that if she didn't want him to mark her, she would have pushed him back already. Told him to stop.
But she didn't. And that was all the permission he sought. "Say my name again," he demanded. And then he bit her.
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A Drive
Nov 17, 2022 19:13:14 GMT -5
Post by Ventia on Nov 17, 2022 19:13:14 GMT -5
She chuckled. She sighed. She giggled. She moaned. Atsila found herself letting out all kinds of sounds unable to keep them hidden as Lark had his way with her, his kisses, urgent and demanding made her body tremble in need. His touches, firm and tight, made her go weaker and softer than she ever thought she could. His tongue, wet and hot, made Atsila feel like she was on fire, the best kind of fire that Atsila wouldn't ever mind getting burned with, and when his sharp teeth raked against her skin teasing and probing Atsila felt like she would be happy even if she were to die in this man's arms as long as he kept touching her and kissing her, as long as he kept pleasuring her and taking his own pleasure as well.
"Lark." She moaned out sharply, her eyes rolling back under closed lids, she felt so submissive in his arms, in his presence. Was this because he was her mate? Was she feeling so many different things just because of that? She shivered, feeling his fangs sinking into her sweet spot right between her neck and shoulder, her teeth ached stretching out into canines as she hissed out in pleasure, feeling her fire reaching up from within her to meet Lark's bite.
Ah.
No. The mate thing was just a bonus. It was Lark. Lark made her submissive. Lark made her feel small and womanly and made her want to be protected instead of being the one doing the protecting. Her scent grew as she gazed down at him, her amber eyes growing brighter like twin flames, his face was pure beauty as he bit into her, as he pushed his intent into her skin into her soul, Atsila anchored her fingers into his hair, twisting the soft curls in her knuckles as another shudder went through her.
"Lark..." His name came out like a whine on her lips she bent down kissing his neck sweetly, coaxing his head to turn a little to give her a bit more room, her aching canines teased his skin trailing down leaving thin marks until she found her favorite spot, where his pulse violently begged her for attention. She hummed softly, the pleasure from Lark's bite and mark still fogging her brain, but she wanted to bite and mark him as well, at the same time, to make their bond snap into place.
Her fangs slid smoothly into his skin, breaking it gently his blood leaking into her mouth, old and powerful, like a aged wine, Lark's blood coated her tongue her throat instantly closed greedy for more, Atsila trembled at his taste, her fingers gripping his head harder than she had intended, her eyes glazing over, she tightened her mouth over his skin, sucking harder until his blood teased her throat.
Atsila swallowed, her scent flared, her body burned, smoky and the calm of a storm mixed, their scents intermingling, their blood touching, Atsila had to concentrate to urge that part of her into him, onto him, to bind and claim, to meet and connect, to become one forevermore.
Only when she could feel the newly established link between them spark into existence did she loosen her grip on him, and reluctantly she eased her teeth out pulling back feeling heavy and happy all at once until she was leaning on his chest, with a small grin her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright, blood tainted her lips did she bend over and lick at his lips tasting her own blood before she deepened the kiss sucking on his tongue until only there was the faintest taste of blood in their mouths.
She pulled back, a very satisficed smirk playing on her lips, "Now you're mine. You can't run away."
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A Drive
Dec 15, 2022 4:44:59 GMT -5
Post by Thea on Dec 15, 2022 4:44:59 GMT -5
It was dusk by the time they stopped for the night.
The spot he chose to make camp for the night was one he remembered from his younger years. It was the spot he often went to, outside of his birth pack's borders, when he and his father fought. His sisters called it his "hermitage", which in hindsight was apt - when he was there he would sit on the edge of the bluff that looked over the river and watch the ecosystem go about its daily life unbothered by his presence. Used to, all he would need to bring was himself. If he needed warmth or food he would shift. There he would stay for days until his mother and sisters begged him to come back.
Years had gone by since the last time he was out there. Decades. Yet he was confident that nothing changed about his little spot. At least, changes that weren't environmental like erosion. No, it was in a federally protected forest, sequestered away from a little-known hiking trail. He's always traveled on foot before, so using the designated parking spot was going to be a new experience for him. Even so, he was ... excited to be back in familiar territory. Nervous to show Atsila something that he didn't even show Ethel. Especially now that they were each newly marked.
That was a new experience for him. He hadn't marked Ethel and she couldn't mark him because she was human. Growing up, he had heard about the mating bond and how it was both beneficial and intimate. There was a difference between hearing about it and experiencing it, however. He was stunned at how in tune he was with her now. She wasn't just sitting beside him, but was in his mind as well. Like a never-fading flame in his subconscious.
There really was no way for them to be free of each other anymore, he mused to himself as he watched her watch the campfire he made ten minutes ago. This was no problem for him, but he remembered when she would come to him in the night, and leave before the sun was up, disentangling herself from him with the utmost care not to wake him. In the truck, he let himself be taken by his instincts, and it seemed that she had done the same. Now, he wondered if she would run from him after what transpired between them.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Lark asked softly, resisting the urge to palm her mark as if to make sure it hadn't gone away. "You've been awfully quiet."
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A Drive
Jan 26, 2023 14:05:07 GMT -5
Post by Ventia on Jan 26, 2023 14:05:07 GMT -5
She was sitting by the fire, hugging her legs with her head on her knees watching the flames and yes silent as well. There was some pain in her lower stomach and a ache deep inside, but she felt no big discomfort as she sat on one of the thick blankets with Lark by her side. She could feel his gaze on her, more now than before since he didn't have to worry about driving and even some of his worry was being filtered through the bond into her awareness. At his soft voice, she turned to him finally looking away from the rising flames to look into his blue eyes.
Without saying anything, she scooted closer until she could feel his warmth by her side and licked at her lips.
"I wasn't really thinking of anything, just...looking at the fire." She reached for his hand that was on his lap as if chained there and slid her fingers up his wrist until she was holding his hand and leaning her head on his shoulder, once again her eyes drifted to the fire and she watched as the logs cracked and burned, their soft sounds of wood breaking down apart wasn't a sound she liked to hear but with Lark by her side, it was bearable.
"It's pretty here though." She liked the campsite, it felt safe and open and the stars were bright above her, the wind smelled clean and the earth felt soft, even the fire felt warm and not so hot, even the smoke didn't bring a episode to the surface not as long as she was holding onto her anchor, onto her Lark, her wild wolf.
"What's making you worry? Better not be thinking of some silly things, like I said before, you're mine now and you can't get rid of me that easily." She smiled lightly, and reached with her other hand to smooth out the frown on his face before sliding her fingers in his hair before letting her hand trail down his back before resting on the warm earth.
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Post by Thea on Feb 3, 2023 0:06:09 GMT -5
Lark did worry.
He let her take his hand in hers. Let her put her head on his shoulder. Sat tall and strong, giving her the go-ahead to rest against him. Because he wasn't going anywhere. All the while, he had thought that his inner thought process didn't show on his face. But there are things that he supposed he lost during his imprisonment. Poker face included, he grumbled to himself as she smoothed out his forehead. With his expression less wrinkly, he heaved a content sigh when her hand passed through his head. Her forward actions inspired him to take his own.
His hand moved with the confidence of a king; her cheek fit easily in the palm of his hand, and he let his thumb brush the apple of it idly as he looked into her dark gaze. It was there for a few moments, then it moved down to her neck, where his fingers grazed his mark. His eyes followed the path as well, taking in the sight of his claim. How it looked on her tanned skin. As his hand traveled down to her side, his eyes moved back up, the frown lines on his face easing up a fraction more. "I am yours," he agreed. "Just as, you are mine. But I worry. What if ..."
Lark trailed off as his hand continued downward, sliding over her hip and to her thigh. He felt his cock stirring again, demanding another round. He ignored it, despite the difficulty. "It is childish of me to get sore about Elaine. But is it to her bed that you slip off to in those early mornings you leave mine?" His hand made it to its destination. In one quick motion, he cupped her ass and pushed her ever closer to him, so that there wasn't a centimeter of space between them. Now, they were sharing the same breath. He could almost taste the frozen coke she had hours ago.
"Not that it matters," Lark continued, "because now that you are mine, I won't allow it to happen again." He left it unsaid that he would kill Elaine if it did. It didn't matter that he never killed a female, nor did he plan on making it a habit. Even so, he felt his intentions flow through their newfound bond, equally dark and promising.
Quickly, he reined them back in as he pulled back just a hair. "It's not within my nature to share, kaerasta."
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Post by Ventia on Feb 5, 2023 0:12:43 GMT -5
Atsila was sure that it was not the campfire that made her face feel so hot right then and there but that she was blushing because of Lark's words and actions. Flushed to his side, her legs squished against his Atsila bided her time, letting him get it out while trying her best to not start smiling. She had known for a while now that her habit of sleeping with others had been bothering Lark, Elaine being the main one aside from him. Every time she forgot to shower and came down looking for food wearing Elaine's scent, Lark's eyes had always had a feral look to them for a couple of moments before he either quelled it down or left altogether from the cafeteria.
She mused, letting her finger wander around his thighs before sliding her legs out and over his in a more comfortable position while glancing up at him. His eyes were dark, shadows leaping from the fire that animal side to him showing again before it cleared as it always did. She did smile then, raised a challenging eyebrow but chuckled it away as she let out a breath.
"Jealous weren't you?" She teased, her dark eyes catching the red hues of the fire.
"I am mindful of those I sleep with, so no I didn't go to her bed after yours. I don't like to mix energies. Or share them either. There were plenty of nights when I slept in my own bed, alone, as well." She reassured him with another touch on his leg.
"Elaine is like me when it comes to our sleeping habits, we seek warmth, and often or not we just don't want to be alone, it's comfortable sleeping next to someone. In my tribe, in my youth, I slept with my sisters and brothers all huddled in one space, our elbows touching legs pressed against each other, the sounds of their breaths, all irregular in rhythm yet calming all the same, the warmth of their skin, the soft or sometimes harsh movements they make in their sleep, waking up to see their sleeping faces all peaceful when there are no haunting dreams..."
She paused, "I could keep on going but I'm sure you get the picture. It was a comfort that was taken away from me, finding even a piece of it with Elaine and then later you was something I hadn't expected. I don't get that comfortable with the others and usually after a couple of tries I usually never go back. That's why before we met, it was mostly Elaine."
"But since you followed me home," she leaned forward, pressing her hand onto his chest, and playfully rolled her eyes.
"Well, I've been seeing Elaine much less. I don't always have the heart to turn her aside when she comes seeking me out, so she gets lucky those nights. Though I'm sure if it was you answering my door on those nights, she would go find Thea or someone else." Atsila laughed lightly and lifted up to press a kiss to his cheek. There she whispered into his ear.
"That means you better stop taking so many solo missions and keep an eye on me, to make sure I'm being a good girl and all, because if I'm left alone for too long who knows I might rebel."
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Post by Thea on Feb 8, 2023 3:49:18 GMT -5
This was the most Atsila had opened up to him.
Of course, it had to be when he let his jealousy and territorial tendencies get in the way. When the animal within him won out and not the distance he had let grow between them in the hopes that she came to him. A part of him said that a win was a win, no matter how one got it, and that he needed to enjoy getting to know a little bit more about his mate and how she grew up.
The way she spoke about her tribe had his box of questions filling to the brim. And a certain kind of ... sadness that nestled deep within the pit of his stomach. Lark was no stranger to death. He had lost one sister to a battle for land when werewolves were noticeably wilder, and his only brother to the First Shift. He understood more than anyone what that pain was like. The urge to tell her that was unbearable but kept his mouth shut in hopes to hear more.
There was a glint of disappointment in his eyes that he couldn't quite get rid of when she trailed off. Even so, he nodded his understanding, then felt one side of his mouth quirk up as he pressed his chest into her hand. Capturing her hand there, he leaned further into Atsila as she continued to speak, that quirk growing into a teeth-showing grin little by little. It wasn't a jovial grin by any stretch of the means. No, it was animal in nature. Borderline feral. The sound that came from him was a facade of a laugh, full of growling and not enough humor.
In one quick motion Lark had Atsila lying flat on her back, with the hand he held to his chest above her head and the other cradling the back of it to keep her from hitting the ground. With the way their legs had been moments prior, it wasn't all too difficult for him to use one knee to keep her from denying him space. Which was what he needed to press his hips and chest to hers. "Oh no, doll. There's no need to keep an eye on you. I know you won't rebel." His knee pushed her thighs further apart, making room for her thighs to cradle his hips. The hand that had been cradling her head slipped out to brace against the ground, pushing his chest off hers so that he can see her better.
"You could have told me from the very beginning to shove off. But you didn't. I gave you every opportunity to rebel against me. Against the bond between us. But you didn't." He rocked against the junction of her legs once, watching her breathing hitch in her throat so prettily. How the beat of her heart moved erratically beside the mark he had given her. The thought of Elaine - of anyone, really - somehow removing it with their grubby fingers had the beast within him howling in challenge. "It's true that I followed you home. But you let me stay." He tilted his head then, a wolfish characteristic that even in his younger years he couldn't quite mask. "You say I can't get rid of you that easily. But I think you have it wrong. It's you that is stuck with me."
He rocked one more time, his grin softening into a flirtatious smile as if he was just complimenting her on their first date. "If you want me to stop going on solo missions, though, all you have to do is ask."
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A Drive
Feb 8, 2023 20:23:18 GMT -5
Post by Ventia on Feb 8, 2023 20:23:18 GMT -5
Before Lark, Atsila had never understood the phrase 'butterflies in my stomach', to her it had only sounded like an awfully uncomfortable experience like that of a stomachache. She hated those, hated cramps even more so the idea of her stomach having butterflies in it was never appealing. But Lark did give her the butterflies, she sucked in a breath feeling her stomach constrict as he hovered over her, pressing his weight down on her in all of the right places her heartbeat began to race, excited and full of adrenaline, his crazed nature igniting her instinctual urges like a spark before the flame.
She felt her blush reaching her ears and for a second, looked away sideways towards the flat earth and nearby greenery, hoping mother earth would throw her a bone in getting her heart to relax, yet as Lark spoke she could only bite her lip blushing more before growling a little under her breath, exasperated as she met his gaze with bright amber eyes.
"You're a bully, aren't you." She narrowed her gaze at him, the feel of his weight still pressing down on her spread thighs and that flirtatious smile should have been illegal. There was no denying it now though, Lark brought out parts of her that she had never felt before, it went beyond attraction though she was plenty attractive to him.
She remembered their first meeting, that large lanky red wolf spellbound and shrouded in darkness, a feral creature like a thing from the stories her elders used to tell her, his haunting eyes made Atsila feel like he could see everything down to her very soul. She should have ran away, or at least told him to leave her alone once she was done breaking the spell, but even back then Atsila had known that meeting him was a thing of fate. That he belonged with her, that their lives had to include each other from that point on...that he would be her future.
She reached up, sliding her arms around his neck her fingers sliding up against his face past his ears the pads of her fingertips moving through his soft red hair until she clutched at the back of his head bringing his head down and feeling him coming down with her, the weight shifting their hips touching he gripped the earth next to her face, still holding most of his weight in that lone arm.
"Don't leave me alone Lark." She whispered lightly, when their faces were only a foot away she searched his gaze, loving every inch of both the monster and man within, loving both the warrior and protector, she loved his possessiveness loved knowing that he would never betray her, that she would be safe in his arms, that he wouldn't let anything happen to her. She could be weak, knowing he would always be there to be her strength.
"I love you, Lark. I want to take your last name. I want to start a family with you." She smiled at him, petting his hair before closing the distance and pressing her lips fully against his, her wrists twirled around the back of his neck as she pressed up into him deepening the kiss seeking his warm tongue and breathing his deep scent fully into the core of her, her spirit felt like it was fusing with his her chest felt hot and tears began to build in her closed eyes.
She loved this man so much it hurt her, but the pain that sliced through her chest made her feel more alive than she had in a very long time.
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A Drive
Feb 11, 2023 13:43:36 GMT -5
Post by Thea on Feb 11, 2023 13:43:36 GMT -5
Her whisper made him pause. It was a pause that was so still he might as well have been stone. Even his eyes, a clear crystalline blue, bored into her now-amber gaze. Yes, he had felt her fingertips roam his face, through his hair. His flirtatious smile was wiped away, leaving only the shock her words gave him. Slowly, his mouth moved, opening and then closing when he realized that he didn't know what to say. Or where to go from here.
It wasn't he didn't want the things that Atsila wanted. Who in their right mind would turn down their mate asking for his last name? To want a family together? He created fantasies he created in his mind, which then turned into dreams as he drifted off to sleep with the smell of cinnamon in his nose. Atsila was pregnant. With his child. Her cheeks were round and healthy, eyes warm as she greeted him. He hadn't brought them up then, knowing - or at least believing - that Atsila wouldn't appreciate his ever-growing desire to see her grow his children. She was a fierce warrior.
A fierce warrior who, technically, he knew little about.
He returned her kiss, opening to her readily. Because in the grand scheme of things, she had him wholly and completely. Within his core, he was a beast loyal and dependent on Atsila. He knew that if she were to try to leave him, he would follow her until the end. That was what he was desperately trying to convey with his tongue as it danced - dominated - hers. With his free hand, he cradled her neck - gently at first, taking comfort in her fast-paced heartbeat beneath his fingertips. And then the kiss became hotter, more desperate. The desire to squeeze her throat had him in its own choke hold, his spirit reaching out for hers, not once hesitating to become one.
Just when he felt himself giving in, when the kiss was starting to lead to more, he heard it. A very deliberate, rather purposeful, crack that commanded his attention. Lark pulled away from his mate slowly, chest heaving once as if his lungs were desperate for one last breath of her smoke-and-cinnamon scent. Lark didn't blame them, because with that announcement came another scent that smelled like his mate's. Yet it was all too familiar for him to mistake it. It had him scowling heavily.
Up until now he had been looking deep into the wooded area, searching for anything or anyone that looked out of place. With no obvious signs, he looked down at Atsila, an obvious decision in his eyes. "We're not alone," he whispered. He pushed himself off her reluctantly, the hand around her throat disappearing to help get himself to stand. Once he was up he silently offered to help her up. "Get your gat and wait by the fire. When I come back, be discerning. It might not be me."
He didn't give her any time to argue about it. Loki was here. Lark hadn't seen his great-grandfather in so long, but he knew that the Cunning God had some sort of reason he conjured to seek him out again. How he found Lark after thirty years of being stuck in his wolf form, he wasn't sure. But one thing was for sure, he was going to try his damnedest to keep Loki away from Atsila. "Stay here. Please. I won't be gone long."
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A Drive
Feb 14, 2023 1:21:50 GMT -5
Post by Ventia on Feb 14, 2023 1:21:50 GMT -5
If Atsila was the type to pout, she would have when Lark pulled away from her, yet she showed her reluctance through her lingering hands on his shirt or arm that still tried to pull him down on her despite him not even budging from the effort. Through the haze of her lust, she watched him from lowered lids, as he scanned the nearby area his body suddenly tense. She should have felt some fear then if Lark was alarmed, but she wasn't. She couldn't see herself getting hurt when Lark was around, and she couldn't see Lark getting hurt when she was around.
Still, she wasn't dumb either. If Lark was alarmed about something enough to warn her to be careful, it meant she would have to push aside her want to make lovemaking with him and be on the lookout for any dangers to come. Sighing softly, she let him help her to her feet, already missing his hand on her neck and his body weight pinning her down. She glanced around, nodding at him to let him know she had heard him, and then turned back to face him after not finding anything obvious.
"Alright, be safe out there. I'll wait for you." Then, surprising even herself, Atsila stood on her tippy toes and pressed a kiss to his jaw, her hands warming his chest for the second it took to kiss him before she inched away from him, grabbing the thick blanket from the floor and covering herself with it.
He went away then, disappearing into the nearby woods, into the dark, leaving her alone by the fire. Atsila watched the world around her then, still trying to feel something that was off, but she was still so caught up with her mate and all of her feelings that came along with him, that she felt disconnected from the spirits of the world. Another sigh, as she moved back to the fire and sat down, pulling the thick cover tighter around her shoulders as she pulled her knees up and against her chest, leaning on them her fingers resting on the hidden blade in her boot waiting and ready for whatever had alarmed Lark to poke its head out and scare her.
She yawned then, there wasn't much these days that could scare her, and felt safe and cozy as she watched the flames waiting for Lark to return.
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