Scent of a wolfen

[Lovely]

November 21, 2008
evening
Veinna Estate

"ooo... bad girls like you go to heaven.... my heaven..."

growls softly, paces restlessly

"What's the matter little one? Got an itch to scratch that you just can't reach?"

Pauses in her pacing, growling softly again and turns to look at him. "Something like that.." Her voice is slightly breathless with her rising need, her hands runs back into her long red hair, seeking to somehow soothe and calm herself.

Marcus watched her pace and lean, her legs striving to run yet stop, muscles twitching against control she was losing... and her scent... god she was beautiful to behold and smell. Her perfume flared his nostrils, surely allowing the steam of desire for that sweet, unpicked fruit to billow freely into the cool room. "Perhaps there's something I can do to help you?" He grinned his professionally cold and honed smile of a hired guard that seemed to go against his delicate placement of the vase that had been freshly delivered, full of fragrant flowers that did little to disquise the aroma of want that flowed around him.

Her fingers twitched at her side, needing things her rational mind fought against.. base, raw, instinctual.. She shifted and licked her soft pink lips with the tip of her tongue. "Perhaps.." She murmured, leaning against the wall with a slight sound of frustration. "Please.. Aberto.. I need.. I can't.. fight.. this.. " Her eyes fluttered closed, the struggle obvious in her face as she bit her lip and her breasts heaved with each strained breath.

"Aberto's not here," he said softly, partly apologetic, but not enough as he came closer to where she stood, inhaling her essence more deeply. "So... don't fight... if you need... you need."

She whimpered softly, shaking her head. "No.. Aberto..?" She bit her lip a little harder, legs shifting against each other in a restless squirm. The short hem of her silken skirt riding up her thighs as she fought against herself.. she was losing the battle for control from desires and need that demanded to be fufilled. "I can't.. I'm not allowed.. yet.. "

"Can't you?" He teased darkly, his gaze walking coldly up every inch of her restless legs, stopping to stare at the point she pivoted most against. "Seems to me, a fine girl like you, strong, brave... can do whatever the hell she wants... when... she wants."

Her head shook back and forth and she squirmed harder against herself, nearly crying with her need. "Rules.." She whispered. "I can't.. not allowed.. have to.. remain.. " She was sliding along the wall now, reaching her arms out along her sides, clenching and unclenching her fingers. "..pure.." The word was barely understood in the whimper. "Please.. find Aberto, I can't fight this.."

[Lovely]

At the moment it didn't matter to him that Aberto had just come up for his packages. It didn't matter that Rory, her brother, was a few doors down in his office and it mattered even less that her sister was somewhere in the many rooms with Scotty 'running' the household, but leaving her unguarded so carelessly. "Please? I'd very much like to please you...," he whispered, leaning on the wall beside her, making no small hints of how he'd like to please her as his hand slid over her fist against the wall.

She tried to breathe deeply and evenly, but it was not working, her heavily glazed eyes looked to him pleading for help. Her lips parted to ask him once more to find Aberto, but the cool of his fingers against her very warm ones distracted her. Her head tilted back against the wall and her hand opened, fingers curling to his. His scent rose to her and her nostrils flared, another whimper sounding softly from her throat. "Please.. help.. me.. "

He rolled his previously-injured shoulder, feeling it pop back into place and tilted a little, letting his neck settle noisily as his gaze fixed on hers. The anxiety in her plea was almost as sweet as the heat that was driving her mad. He could nearly taste her as he inhaled close to her neck, his hand pulling hers to her belly and settling there, spreading his fingers over hers as he nuzzled into the hollow of her neck where she leaned. "I'll help you any way you want, but Aberto's not here.. just you... me... a nice quiet sofa... will that help? I bet it will. Help you relax... maybe scratch that itch a little?"

She moaned, her knees buckling a little, though she caught herself and remained standing, barely. Bronwyn was only half hearing or understanding his words, she nodded.. he'd help her.. "Relax.. yes.. need to relax.." He was so close, smelling strongly of desire and masculine perfumes, she was trembling with the need that only seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment.

He grinned and caught her mid-nod, draping a cool and soft kiss over her perfect lips, pulling gently and letting go. "Come over here and I'll help you, okay?" He sounded nearly sincere and tugged her gently to follow to the expansive couch at the back of the room and further away from the door. He was tempted to pin her to the wall here, but his movement would be restricted and he wasn't intending to be mercifully kind with taking what he wanted. She was going to get it all and well.

Her soft growl responded to his kiss, warning that she was nearly to the edge of reason and resistance. She followed him, stumbling a little as she wavered on trembling legs and leaned into his arm a bit. She all but fell to the couch, her lean and supple legs stretching out in front of her, slightly curled and parted.

His line of sight was again the length of leg that shifted, her skirt moved higher and haphazard as she landed beside him. A moderately low growl of approval rolled on its own as he knelt beside the couch for the moment, leaning to kiss her again and feel her trembling and growling against his lip. His fingers wandered elsewhere to feel the tremble in her calf as they slowly walked up to her knee.

Bron shivered at his touch and the desire that roiled through her, her fingers curled tightly into the cushions beside her and her leg bent and shifted under his fingers. The low moan growl was signal that she was barely able to resist anymore, lips parting for him and tongue reaching to his.

Perfect, he thought, gripping at her knee to hold her steady as he shifted himself lithely up to the cushions, resting his knee beside her hip, his other slipping carefully between her parted legs. His fingers slid further up her leg to the hem to straighten it, but out of the way above her perfectly untouched patch and sweet river that was ready to spring forth with just the right touch. Hovering over her, he bent down to her kisses, pinning her, placing her just where he could easily take her.

She moaned softly again, full of want and the ache that filled her, writhing just so under him and pressing up to and against him. Her mouth took his kisses fully now, lost in the lust that consumed her body, her heat pouring from her ripe sweetness.

[Lovely]

The scents hit him fully as he lay over her, building him towards his animalistic urge without the reason of a man, not that his reasoning was ever strongly present. The kiss became demanding as he reached back to his belt to set himself free and get to work on helping her scratch her gorgeous itch.

Wherever Marcus had gone with the florist's delivery, he was taking his damned sweet time coming back. He was due out for his rounds and Mitch was ready for his break, needing to be on watch over his sweet little redhead as he'd promised, painfully, to Rory that he'd protect. He passed the room once, thinking he'd caught the man's scent, but it was off somehow, different. He went to the rooms upstairs and not finding him .. and worse, not finding his ward, he came back towards the sitting rooms, catching the scent again. It wasn't just Marcus.. it was Bronwyn. He could smell it clearly now and it pulled on every fiber in him, the want in her breath she'd cast over his neck when they met. His eyes flared at the thought... Marcus... and he was on all fours, snarling silently at the door, testing the air as he looked into the dim room to the back.... then lunged...

She was responding wantonly to his advances now, curling up to him and pulling him down to her. The demanding kiss fired her up more as a strong male is what this girl needed to be claimed by. The scent though lightly brought through the din, pulled on her as familiar and she pulled back from Marcus, blinking up at him.. confused but filled and consumed by the heat, her fingers curling into his arms as something moved swiftly from the shadows of the room.

He'd not caught the scent beyond his own focus and her heady perfume. Not knowing what caused her to pull away or dig into his arms, he turned to look toward the door only to see fierce red eyes and the full, snarling maw of murderous jowls as Mitch bowled him up and over the back of the sofa, pinning the dark-haired man to the wall over the arched back and splitting the delicate frame beneath their weight. He would have simply bit the man's head off, but the maw turned away, growling and snapping at the girl. Marcus reached up with what free arm he could swing, throwing a punch to the wolfen face and attempted to peel out from beneath him.

She lay, sprawled and panting on the couch, her gaze focusing on the wolfen face that snarled and snapped at her. Her own low growl returned, and she curled, coming up on all fours with her ass slightly in the air. She watched the two males as she poured herself back down across the couch on her belly. The ache too great to go anywhere else for the moment.. she was going mad with it.

The punch struck and Mitch would have laughed, though it stung. A loud growl and bark met the man under his paws, his claws digging further into the shoulder and chest, his teeth snapping closer in warning at his face before digging fully into the arm that struck him, piercing, shaking, then letting go, turning back again to the prone girl on the couch. Her scent was magnificent and he could have plowed her himself, but held enough sense to keep Marcus away from her and hope that she'd get clear of harm's way.

She growled again, frustration becoming evident in the way it faded into a whimper, Bron pushed her legs against the men and the couch, crawling on all fours to the floor to slink away from them. She curled into herself not far away, leaning against the wall and trembling as tears dampened her cheeks.

Marcus cried out as his arm was again pierced and torn, pulling him into fighting stance as he too morphed, painfully, bleeding from his forepaw but now snapping back and shoving the heavier wolf off of him. Bowling them both forward, he stood solidly, dripping fouling from his jowls in anger and want, still aroused and ready to take his prize. First, he'd take Mitch's head.

[Lovely]

His gravity shifted as the mongrel beneath him shifted and levered them to the floor. He rolled back, coming up low and pushing one of the tables back. Circling now, he put himself between Marcus and Bronwyn though her scent was fully distracting, causing a slight whimper of desire to fall as he glanced back to her then turned his attention again on the man he was intent on killing if he dared to touch her again.

Her skirt was high around her waist, her legs curled up to her chest and at first she was distracted by her own agony at being left needing. Her heavily lust glazed eyes lifted to Mitch's back and she growled again.. calling for a mate to saite her. Her slightly whimpered yap and she crouched on all fours, still in her sweet soft human form.

~You want it that way loverboy? You want her, you'll have to go through me~ Marcus growled and yipped, answering her yap that he'd be glad to scratch her raw when he was done with this mosquito. He rose and lunged at the form that blocked his way to his prize.

The growl and wolfen-tinted 'speech' made the snarl curl into a dark grin. Mitch also lunged, lower, catching the hind leg in his jaws and pulling them both to the floor in a solid ball of fits and fur, tumbling and clawing across the room to a halt as the vase that had been brought in toppled and shattered.

She stayed back away from the tumbling boys and watched carefully for the stronger of the two to prevail. The animal in her would submit to the male that could take her, but the human wanted the victor to be Mitch. Marcus had played and preyed upon her loss of control and need that pulled her reason from her. The shattering of the glass had her peeking around to get a better veiw of where the two males tumbled, a low growl of question sounding.

The vase did little to stop either of them beyond the startling noise though the crystal had broken sufficiently and the marbles within lay scattered and cracked beneath their paws as the continued to circle on another. The scent of blood was digging deeper into Mitch's sensibility, making it harder and harder for him to maintain control and not kill Marcus. At this point he hardly cared whether the man lived.

Marcus' own eyes were an ignited crimson, piercing his hatred into the wolfen form of the man that interrupted his play and he would think nothing of severing an artery and returning to his snack. Stepping into the shards and clenching them in his toes, Marcus drove forward at Mitch's face, swinging with claws and sharpened facets of crystal.

Bronwyn watched them, inching closer, her scent strongly filling the room, fueled by her own heat and by the spectacle of blood and brawling between the males over her. She wiggled slightly, circling closer and keeping an eye on them, wanting to join in the fray.. to ensure Mitch would be victorious, but she remained back not wishing to step in between a fight such as this.. it would not be her place to interfere.

Aberto was seeking out the young miss Dunne to give her a sedative, alright a traqualizer that would hopefully knock her out for the night. He was aware that her heat was coming to it's peak and she would be driven mad with desire and likely to ravage all the boys in her need to be saited.. that would simply not do. A mixture of scents reached his nostrils and the sound of scuffle as he passed the sitting room, he paused, sighed and moved to push the door open. Stepping inside and filling his scenses with the scene before him, he growled a low warning and raised the gun to aim at Marcus. His finger squeezed the trigger and the dart was fired.

Already in motion to dodge the swing coming at his face, Mitch was airborne and low, diving beneath the swing to get the other hind leg, sinking teeth in sharply as they both fell and Marcus flailed. Tasting the strange taint of the tranq in the blood through the bite, Mitch let go and shrank away from the fallen wolf that fought the effect, still staring his hate through lowering lids. He circled twice in place and lay down, obedient, awaiting orders or punishment from Aberto as he lay, panting and licking over his numbing lips.

[Lovely]

Aberto looked from Marcus to Mitch, then to Bronwyn and sighed, he'd have to patch Marc up before he bled to death. "Take her upstairs before one of the other boys tries to get to her. The door is to be locked.. from the inside. You let no one in.. and she does not leave. Do you understand?" He was addressing Mitch and hoped that they all realized this.

Marcus groaned quietly as the sedative took effect and continued trying to fight it. He couldn't let Mitch win again, not this time. The fight was futile and his strength gave out, chills beginning to take over as the blood loss started to work shock into his system again.

His transformation was slow as he nodded, shaking away his wolfen form and remaining on the floor, breathing heavily from the exertion and bloodlusting. The words were clear enough. Stay.. protect... he nodded again and slowly stood to collect her, unaware how his bare form might affect her in her state.

Aberto ignored Mitch once he nodded understanding, turning to tend to Marcus. He didn't plan to do more than a patch job at the moment, it would be good to let the uppity pup suffer a little for his misjudgement.

Bronwyn's eyes glowed softly as she gazed up at Mitch's bare form, her tongue running over her lips, the scent of her desire increasing in the air around her. She was still on all fours, making no move to stand as she sniffed around his knees and thighs, letting warm breaths blow out over his skin.

"Hey... don't... lady, please," he sighed though the reaction was clear and involuntary, peaking his interest in front of her. He looked over his shoulder seeing that Aberto was engrossed in patching the holes in her 'playmate' and turned back to her, whispering. "Much as I want to... really, really want to... I can't.. not yet." He leaned down to scoop her into his arms.

The light growl was rumbled against his neck as he scooped her up into his arms. Her fingers dug into him gently as she gripped and clung to him, curling closely and taking in his scent, her own thick with lust enveloped them. Her lips and teeth brushed over his neck, teasing a little at nipping more sharply.

He chuckled, enjoying the attention and cursing himself for his lack of control. He turned to look into her eyes, finding he saw more than just blindly, wildly staring green. His own eyes flared gently and he kissed her softly with a whisper, "Save that for later, alright. I promise I'll see what I can do." His eyes watched hers back and forth as he slowly moved her through the room around the bits of glass and crystal at his feet. He paused to get Aberto's attention, clasping the man's shoulder firmly. "Test me," he demanded softly, waiting for Aberto to return his understanding this time.

Aberto lifted his head and stared at Mitch intently for a moment, then he nodded slowly in understanding. His bag beside him on the floor, as always he carried it with him, he reached into it a pulled out a hypo. "A lesser sedative, but a higher dose than what Marc got.. this should help her.. and you get some rest and make it through the night in one piece. What I said about letting no one in? Revise that to let no one but me in.. I will collect fresh samples from you both tonight.. and as soon as I have the results.." His eyes focused on Mitch's knowing the man would understand.

"Understood, boss. Don't patch him up too tight. Makes the blood go up to his head.. makes him think he runs the place or something," he winked, thankful and relieved for the time being. He was half tempted to use the sedative on himself as the glass scratched and bloodied his bared feet, but he had a few tricks he'd borrowed from Caleb to help him while she slept.

[Lovely]

HOT HOT HOT.... comin' thru.... hot combo... nekkie dude and feral in heat... watch y'selves.... He thought to himself as he moved quickly with the girl in his arms.

Bronwyn was enjoying the ride because it kept her so close to Mitch and his scent, which she adored even when she wasn't in heat. She leaned her face closer to his neck and licked him.

*stops* ... "whoa...did you just.... yeah you did, didn't you... yeah.. um... uh.... right..." *moves faster*

Nibbles on his neck. "Mitch.." Whispered hotly against his skin.

*stumbles on the steps*... "c'mon lady, cut it out... please..." *smiles and curls into the nibbles, loving it, but trying not to*

Nips harder, her fingers curling into his hair. "I need you.."

He sighed, trying to fight the urges himself. Her scent was killing him with the desire, but he had to maintain the control even if it meant five minutes and a towel in his hand to keep off of her. Her legs against his arm and bare side were enough on their own to keep him hard, making the jog up the stairs nearly painful as he tried to hide her away. Just a few more steps and in her room, a turn of the key and ... he really wasn't sure he could do it... stay off of her... he had to wait.... f*ck this was hard. "Not yet," he whispered, harsh, wanting and telling them both 'no' for now.

She shifted in his arms a bit, consumed by the lust and further fueled by his bare skin, the heat of his body, his scent, the way he carried her.. and it was Mitch.. She'd wanted him when she had run into him as she first arrived and she wanted him now.. needed him. She moaned softly nibbling over his skin with warm breath and soft kisses.

The hypo in his hand felt cold and sinister. He half-wanted to disobey the rules, but the punishments were too numerous and unacceptable alternatives for a moment of pure pleasure with .... oh god, her scent... his senses reeled and his eyes flared darkly as his growl of desire built within. The door seemed twice its weight, not moving fast enough to seal them safely in her chamber. He leaned against it, breathing heavily, trying to hold himself together and feeling the sweat building above his eyes. He looked her over, sniffed her over, not wanting to let her go, but not daring to move.

Her breath was hotly exhaled over his neck, her teeth nipping along with her soft growl of desire in response to his. Her legs shifted the pressure building within her and she was near to losing what little control she'd regained. "Stay with me.. please." She whispered, curling to him and reaching to his lips with hers.

He turned into the kiss, unable to say no or turn away. Her need added a flavorful tang to the sweetness of the kiss and he found himself lingering and getting drawn further in. He pulled away sharply, denying himself any more as the look of horror washed over him. "I'll... I'll stay... I promise... god, I'd stay forever, lady," he whispered, shaking his head. "But... you can't... we can't.."

"Yes.. stay forever.." Her fingers stroked through his hair as she tried to pull him to her lips again. She whimpered softly, knowing what he said was true, but wanting him all the same.

[Lovely]

His expression continued the 'I can't' though his eyes and his own scent told her 'I want' instead. He pushed off the door to carry her and set her down comfortably, though the temptation to follow and fall neatly into her and sait them both was growing too strong for him to fight. The growl was hunger, confusion, desire, passion and sadness that rolled into a soft whine, ending in an endearing kiss as he laid her down alone, fumbling with the hypo as he pulled reluctantly from her lips.

Bron laid back, his scent heavy in the air surrounding her, she moaned and looked up at him with her eyes glowing softly, she writhed a little beneath him, begging him to join her with her motions. "Mitch.. I want.. to be yours.." She whispered softly, knowing she was meant to be kept pure until she'd been given, a husband chosen for her, but she wanted this man.

He didn't know if she saw the hypo in his hand. He'd flipped the protective sleeve to the floor and turned the device slowly in his hand, sideways, obscured a little more from view. Aberto hadn't told him where, so he hoped for the best. He looked skyward at her words, feeling he could bellow out mournfully about his wishes, though he kept them contained in the sigh as he turned back to face her with a grin, agreeing. "I want you to be, too... I'll do whatever it takes," he said, curling back down to kiss her, letting the needle pierce where it would...

She reached up to him, smiling more softly as he spoke his agreement.. he wanted her as well, this reached beyond the lust enduced episode to her heart which swelled a bit beneath all the want. Her mouth was softly demanding as she met his kiss, intent to share what pleasure could be and saite the unquenchable desire, but then she gasped at the sharp prick as the hypo pierced and slid into her. "What the..?" She froze for a second and then sought to push him off her, to find what 'he'd done to her'.

"Whatever it takes," he said, feeling the tear well and fall as she startled. "I'm.. I'm sorry... the rules.... goddamn f*cking rules," he grimaced, injecting what he could before pulling the hypo away and tossing it aside. He tried to curl to her and console her, show her he was sincere in his words if she'd hear him.

She lashed at him with one arm as she felt the warmth spread from the injection site. Her eyes widened and she lay back, feeling the effect pull at her quickly, her chest heaved in an angry breath as all motion slowed and she became still. The dose was not enough to knock her right out, but it knocked her on her ass so to speak, her legs went slack and slid down to rest flat on the bed and she was dulled and calmed. "Damn.. Aberto.." She whispered. "f*cking.. rules.." A tear slipped from the corner of her eye and she turned her face slowly towards him. "I'm going to kick your ass for that... later.." Her voice was soft, a little dazed.. "First I need you.. to help me get undressed.. changed.. cause I can't really move..." Her voice slurred a bit as if she'd had too much to drink and her eyes seemed heavy-ish as if she were stoned.

He slipped the tear off his own cheek where it hung as he nodded. "I'd kick my own ass for that... I'm sorry," he repeated, helping her prop up comfortably and assist her. "I mean it, lady... anything... you want it, it's yours... psh... long as the gods of the house allow, but I tell you what," he said, sounding more like his usual self. "Whatever's in that hypo, better be some for me left in it, cuz I can't guarantee you're safe from me... and right now...," he shook his head, not even certain he was making sense.

She laughed and the sound was again as if she were half in the bag, it was weak and soft, her fingers wiggling in the air just above where her hand sat on the bed. "I don't want to be safe from you... isn't that why.. you gave me the hypo?" She licked at her lips, starting to feel more than calm, she was getting sleepy, she blinked a few times and tried to focus on him. "All I want right now.. is for you to stay.. be here.. when I wake up.."

He chuckled... damn his luck. "I will be. Can't exactly run around the house like this, can I?" He winked, reaching to fluff her pillow, finding himself kissing her again and whispering. "All I want is for Aberto to give us a nod and a week or five alone, cuz I tell you what, lady... you turned my head the minute you walked in that door and I haven't been able to look away since."

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She managed to nod her head a little in agreement with him...about Aberto and time alone, him having to stay for now and that he'd done the same to her.. turned her head. Bron had been thinking about him since she'd run into him in the foyer, he'd been a distraction to everything else since she'd arrived, her mind on him instead of what she was doing. "You're.. kinda furry.." She whispered with a smile as her gaze slowly moved down over what she could see of him, mainly his chest.

"That's not all I'm 'kinda' right now," he grinned. "And for me to help you and not ...um... help myself... you're going to have to give me something to do. Your clothes... do you have a nightgown... robe... something... anything?" He hoped to god she had something to wrap up in besides the sheets or he was going to be under them with her.

"I like it.." Her eyes flickered down to his chest again and she sighed. "Skin.." She whispered. "That is all I sleep in.."

"Skin... beautiful," he sighed, frustrated and elated at the same time. It was information he hoped to use later, or experience a little closer than now. "Alright... skin... okay... um.. I can do this," he said, feeling the tug below his waist of what he really wanted to do but had to refrain from. He looked her over and down the length of the bed, deciding the comforter would have to do. "Okay... I have to do this or we're both in big trouble... much as I'd love to be, but... damn." He pulled the comforter up to hide her as he awkwardly helped her with her clothes so she could rest comfortably.

She was able to do little in her immobile state to help him with getting her clothes off. Part way in undressing her, she and he shifted and she got a view of him that made her smile, and then frown as he helped her get comfortable. "Mitch.. would it.. help.. or be better if I .. just the shirt, so I'm covered a little?"

"Better for whom?" He snapped, a little defensive in feeling the pang and tug in his nethers as her scent continued to waft around him though she was calmed. "I'm... I'm sorry... you know what... screw it... here... just promise you won't hold back on the ass kicking, okay?" He moved the comforter out of the way and pulled her up, being gentle, but thorough in slipping the fabric free from her. He could see it now, Aberto arriving, seeing him in his state and her in his arm, mostly undressed. Maybe it was easiest to grab the marker from the desk and start drawing bulls'eyes on the regions most likely to become targets for his punishments, but he didn't care. He wanted to be sure she was comfortable the way she wanted to be, by god, and he'd do right by her... whatever it took and whatever she wanted... how hard was that to defend? He knew enough to know Aberto wouldn't buy into it, so he worked more quickly to gently slip her skirt and panties away and toss the lot to the floor as far from himself as he could manage to keep the scents less strong. "Alright... now... quick, before I get any ideas I don't already have," he said, doing his best to help her beneath her covers, though slipping in beside her would be so easy.

Her head settled to the pillow and she was able to roll to her side, with the help of hos he was shifting her beneath the covers. "Thank you." She murmured softly but sincerely. Her thoughts were no longer even remotely on family politics or codes, she merely savoured the bit of his touch and breath over her skin she could feel through the haze of the sedative. Bron wanted him to stay beside her, she'd like nothing more than to wake up in his arms in the morning. Thanks to Aberto's mixture she was not ravaged by the heat she was in.. though her body was still sending out all the scents as he'd not stopped her from being in heat. "You're not leaving.. you'll be here when I wake up, right?" She sounded sleepy and afraid, that he'd tell her he wasn't going to be there. Her eyes blinked heavily and she shifted slightly to snuggle into the blankets though she hardly moved.

"I'll be here," he nodded, sitting beside her and pulling the blankets up around her. He smiled gently and morphed back into wolfen form to keep himself warm. He curled up beside her, nudging and licking her hand softly, letting her know he'd keep watch over her.

She stroked his muzzle softly with her fingers, not lifting her hand and smiled gently. "Furry.." Her eyes blinked a few more times, staying closed longer each time until finally they remained closed, after a moment or two her breathing fell into an even deep rhythm.

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A soft groan rolled and he curled away from her as she fell asleep. He faced the door with his head on his paws, watching warily and listening to her breathing level out. No knock had come yet and he was for all intents and purposes alone..... screw it, he thought, turning his head down to lick himself til the itch eased up some. Laying so close wasn't doing him favors either. He waited a few more minutes then hopped to the hard, cool floor, content to breathe slowly until his ache eased up or Aberto showed up, or both.

When Marcus was tended and sent off to recuperate for the night, Aberto gathered the vials he needed and made sure he had clean needles to do the draw with. With everything set up in the lab and a fresh sample from this afternoon, of the young miss Dunne already running through it's analysis he made his way up the stairs to her door. Aberto sniffed the air, finding the scents so far to be acceptable, he expected to find the heavy fog of desire but was pleased to note he could not pick up 'fresh sex' in the air. He knocked lightly on the door, waiting for Mitch to answer.

Could the man have spent any more time on that god-forsaken lump of dogmeat downstairs? Unlocking the door with only his paws was a trick he wasn't willing to attempt more than once, swatting the lock the second time with a partly-humanized hand to free the latch and let his uncle in. A whimper of impatience and thanks greeted Aberto as Mitch pulled his tired and anxious form back up beside Bronwyn to lay patiently for instructions.

He entered the room silently, latching the door behind him and crossing the room with his bag in hand. Aberto smiled and reached a hand to Bronwyn's cheek as she dozed, feeling that her skin was slightly less hot to the touch, he nodded to Mitch and set his bag to the bedstand. "Well boy.. what do you think.. should we keep her?" His hand reached to his bag, pulling on gloves and setting the needles and vials out as he would need them. "Hope you'll be shifting soon.. so we can get this done... are you sure about this?"

The red shimmered gently in his eyes as he looked her over, glancing back at the man with his lupine smile, panting gently. He curled around a squeaking sound of agreement and yawned, turning to lick her hand once more. He was sure. He was nearly exhausted, however, having been on rounds before his awkward fight and morphing himself twice since. He'd not be changing back to his wolf form until he'd slept some, that was certain. Stretching himself out beside her, he morphed slowly, groaning into the pillow as he did so. That hurt like a sonuvab*tch when he was so tired.

Aberto looked down at them both laying side by side. "Well Mitch if you're lucky you'll be saying goodbye to the single life soon." He motioned for him to lay still as he prepared the arm for the draw.

He gave him a look that asked where the hell he'd be moving right now if he could, really. He adjusted himself only a little to take pressure off his already uncomfortable areas and waited for the sting from the syringe. He was no stranger to the tests, the transfusions and the minor surgeries that all started like this, laying still and waiting. "If you're lucky, you mean," he grinned, sinking more into the pillow and resting his eyes.

The needle slid neatly and with barely a prick to be felt, Aberto had quite the gentle hand with his ministrations. "I do believe that girl has already had a positive effect on you..." He mused with a smile, filling and removing a few tubes of blood before sliding the needle from Mitch's arm and putting a piece of cotton for him to hold over the puncture. "You know the drill take it off in five minutes and I'll make sure the door latches behind me.. get some rest and maybe I'll be back with good news for you."

He nodded as Aberto started the litany, "Five minutes.. yeah yeah, okay.. I'll just be right here, okay? Promised...," he said, fading out, exhausted and slipping toward sleep.

The vials were labeled and stowed, everything cleaned up without a trace of him left behind, and then Aberto passed from the room. A quiet click was heard and a gentle twist of the handle to make sure the door locked behind him and Aberto was off to run his tests.

[Lovely]

Her scent made him stir restlessly in the pale and shallow dreams, ever on guard and protective. Feeling he'd slept for three for four hours, he jerked himself up painfully to find it had only been a few seconds since the door clicked shut. He'd have slammed against the pillow but looked to his side at the perfect form sleeping gently beneath the ragged cover he'd tangled up and over her. Might as well fix that.. not sleeping anyway, he thought, moving slowly to straighten and smooth her covers. Tranqs were no joke and left a bitter, foul taste.. he knew... and he padded off to toss the cotton in the trash and find her a glass of water from her mini-bar, coming back to set it beside her on the stand. He lay back down, content in watching her breathe softly, resting his hand on hers, still apologetic for having given her the shot instead of what they both wanted.

She murmured softly in her sleep something mumbled and muffled to her pillow, pulled and held under by the contents of the hypo she'd been given. She shifted and stretched as he untangled her, regaining some mobility as the effects of the tranqualizer ebbed slowly away, she settled back to her pillow and her fingers curled with his as she slept, his name whispered from her lips in a hopeful sound. "Mitch.." A small smile curved the corners of her lips, though her breathing remained soft and even.

His fingers curled a little tighter to let her know he was right there. He kissed her shoulder and curled himself beside her, though still above the blankets. The chill was setting in, but she was warm like his breath over her where lay his head down, his soft whiskers bristling over her shoulder. He lay there, willingly suffering the consequence her scent held on him, finding comfort in the ache.

His scent came through to her in the heavy sleep promting vivid dreams that she'd not likely remember, but caused the desire in her scent to spike higher. His breath, his warmth, even the bristle of his whiskers over her skin were comforting, soothing, and relaxing her further to a contented sleep.


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Three hours or so later, sometime after midnight now and most of the house at rest, Aberto was again at the door which shuttered Bronwyn and Mitch from the rest. His knuckles rapped sharply at the wood, while his other hand held a set of papers, the results of his tests and the authorization for thier union. A copy of these papers were already sitting on the desks of Scotty, Josie, Armand and Rory. He was certain once the two emerged later that Josie, Scott and Rory would be speaking with them, individually or all at once was the only question..(besides when?). He sighed and did his best to keep his face stern as he waited for the door to be answered.

The shallows of dream had dropped him into a rift at some point he now had trouble pulling from, hearing the knock somewhere in the distance. His eyes opened, a pale red and rested tint to them, slowly focusing on the cool skin of breast beside his cheek. Was he still dreaming? He lifted his head slowly, nuzzling against Bronwyn's neck and shoulder, having curled over her a little. Groaning audibly that he'd rather not move, he huffed his pout out loud and pulled away to the door, smelling his uncle beyond the cracks clearly now that he was rested somewhat. He turned the latch and creaked the door open, having nearly forgotten that the man had been there once already and had taken the samples he needed. "Good... you're smiling.... did I kill him this time?"

Aberto tried not to, but the chuckle rolled out at Mitch's comment. "No he's not dead, but I rather think you're not going to care in a moment." He held the papers out for Mitch to take. "These are for you.. congratulations.. the red head is yours." He paused, knowing how that might sound to some, but in this family it was common place and a woman went to the man chosen for her. "I'm sure you two have lots of 'plans' to make so I'll let you be.. See you at dinner tomorrow? Maybe?" His grin spread, the girl was a ripe feral and one he was rather fond of, and Mitch was of fine stock himself, a virile man.. this was a good match.

[Lovely]

"You're shittin' me," he gasped, curling the papers in his hand, afraid to look. Aberto was a sick mutha when he wanted to be, but he smelled sincere enough. "For real? She's m... we can... wooohooohooo-ooowwww," he laughed, throwing a soft howl of delight to the dark hallway beyond the man at the door. He stopped and shushed himself, still chuckling. "We can really... you mean... well, hell then... get lost," he winked. "Say... maybe Thursday... send up a flare or just put a tray at the door. Um.. one thing tho... the tranqs... that hangover's no fun for anybody, you know that. Anything you have... please... it's not fair to her, please."

Aberto watched the man, delight for them both sparkling in his eyes and in the sincere warmth of his expression. "How about a tray and a priest?" He reached into the pocket of his suit jacket and pulled forth a small bottle with an eye dropper on top. "Mix this into whatever she drinks.. you can even try to sneak some on her tongue before she wakes up. A tranq hang-over antidote, you might call it, thanks to Caleb and his voodoo." They commonly called Caleb a witch doctor in teasing but his natural remedies helped to keep the household healthy as much as the boys practical methods did. "And it's minty fresh.. "

He twisted the seal on the bottle and took a whiff, the liquid inside being powerful enough to sting and make his eyes water. It was effective against drowsiness just like cat piss, but if Caleb swore by it, it was good enough. "Tell Biff and Charlie it's doubles for them and they're gonna like it til I'm good and ready to be back on duty. You line up that priest... I'm serious... if I'm still alive in three days... it's forever."

"Consider it done.. I do hope your alive in three days.. if she kills you, I don't think any of the other boys will last an hour with her. Besides that leaves me as the only other suitable match for her and I know you'd rather have her than let me.. so I hope you ate your Wheaties.." He winked, stepping back from the door. "Why are you still standing here? .. go on.."

The door was abruptly closed, then reopened a moment later. "Thank you," he spat out quickly and eagerly, reshutting it and pacing around a few moments to gather his thoughts while the scent filled his cleared and alert nose more fully. He slipped beside the bed and pulled the dropper, ready to deposit a few drips on her tongue. He softly kissed her, hoping to wake her gently and let her mouth open for the liquid to be its strongest and quickest.

Her eyes remained closed and she 'mmmed' as he started to kiss her, slowly waking a bit to respond to him. Still mostly asleep but her lips parted to taste his kiss, her mouth soft and tongue reaching gently to his mouth.

The dropper let loose of a few drops of the spicy liquid to her teeth and tongue and he waited a moment to see how she would react, readying her water to wash it down or the trash bucket if it didn't set well with her system. He sat ready with more apologies behind the eagerness to have her wake so he could tell her, though the thought of waking her with surprises was tempting as well.

She pulled back at the foriegn liquid in her mouth and blinked at him, licking at her lips and making a slight face. "What the heck was that?" She shifted on her pillow, focusing on Mitch with a questioning expression of what he'd done to her now.

"An apology?" He winced. It only smelled not-too-terrible, but it likely tasted awful. "To take the edge off the headache you'll get in about ten minutes for the shot I gave you, which should be wearing off now." He slowly sat beside her on the bed, feeling like he could simply pounce, but kept himself mostly calm. "Aberto was here.. you're fine... I'm fine... hell, I'm fantastic... really.. um...well, we both are," he grinned, slowly sliding up alongside her, no longer afraid.

"How much of that crap do I have to drink to avoid the headache completely, you think?" She watched him sliding up next to her and reached her arm out the gently wrap around him a bit, a finger brushing his whiskered chin. His grin was contagious and she found herself smiling softly up at him.

[Lovely]

"Hoping I can distract you from the headache if that doesn't," he growled softly, lowering to kiss her shoulder before moving to kiss her lips, openly, fully, filling the kiss with the desire her scent built upon as it surrounded him.

The kiss was returned with earnest, her mouth pliant, soft, inviting as she tugged at his. Her arm curled to brush her fingers to his neck and she leaned up to him, happily taking what he offered. When she pulled back for a breath her eyes were shining warmly, near to glowing. "What happened to the rules?"

"We.. are playing by the rules, lady," he smiled warmly, looking her over and back to her gaze, sinking back to her kiss.

She started to question what he meant, but his kiss cut her off and she wasn't about to argue with that. Her kiss was quickly growing insistant as she awoke and the effects of the tranq wearing off, the needs of her heat being felt a little more. "We are?" She asked between kissing and nibbling at him.

"Mmmm hmmm," he chuckled and hummed gently as she nibbled at him. He worked the kiss to her neck, inhaling deeply beside her ear and whispering, "Documented... officially... yours, lady... whatever it takes... and whatever you want... it's all yours. He says you're mine, but... you have to beat my ass first, then we'll talk," he teased.

She sighed, her eyes fluttering closed as he kissed her neck, an extreme sensitive place for her. She curled towards him, shifting as he sent chills through her, his words reaching her enough to make her laugh nervously. Bron shifted and pulled his chin in her fingers to search his eyes. "Are you serious.. he.. Aberto? That is what he was here for?"

"Yes, I'm serious. He told me to tell you to kick my sorry ass," he winked. "And yes, he signed it, sincerely, and wishes us the best." He indicated the papers he'd tossed on the table by her water glass. "Mine," he rumbled deeply, leaning forward in her fingers to continue the kisses.

"You.. me.. we? Yours?!" She giggled, overjoyed at the news and her hands dropped away to let him kiss whatever he wanted. Her hands landing on his shoulders and running over his arms, exploring his skin as she reeled with the news.

"Mine... and so help me if Marcus still can't get that through that f*cking thick skull of hi... nevermind... enough about him. This is allll about you. So is this," he sighed, wiggling more into her grasp and nestling closer to start kisses wherever he could reach.

"Marcus?" Her brow furrowed a little, the effect of the drug that knocked her out, distorted her memory a little.. making some of the events slighlty fuzzy from earlier in the night. Though the effect was only temporary and would wear off in a few hours at most, the expression and shifting she did made Mitch's point about the head ache. Her hand lifted to cover her eyes for a moment and she asked softly. "So how bad would this hurt if you hadn't snuck that crap in my mouth?" In her elation of hearing the news and in him being so wonderfully warm and close to her, she'd just about forgotten how he'd snuck the shot in on her. "If I have more.. will it help and how fast does it work?" Her eyes closed and she just about cringed from the throb that was trying to take over her skull.

"Drops at a time until gone or some shet, I think. But maybe I don't want you completely numb, either," he teased, knowing he'd likely pray to be numb when she could move enough. He reached for the drops just the same. "More?"

"Please." She nodded and then clenched her fingers into a fist. "remind me not to nod for awhile.. okay?" She managed a some what forced smile now, the more alert she became the more it felt like her brain was trying to slam it's way out of her head. "So how does this pain fit into being yours?"

[Lovely]

"In sickness and in health I think that happy little nursery rhyme goes," he murmured, wincing at the scent of the drops as he uncorked them again. "I really am sorry, lady. I promise to make it up to you... and down... and maybe sideways a little... open up and say 'ahhh'," he teased, poising the dropper to try and get them in her and not have her taste too much straight on.

Her mouth opened to take the liquid as her eyes slitted a narrow gaze on him, her hand sliding over his arm to grip into him a little. She swallowed some of the foul tasting serum, glad that she didn't have too much of it directly on her tongue. "But I'm not sick.. " She murmured quietly, her head still throbbed but that pain was what drove her to 'make her move now while it was fresh and fueling her on. Not as swiftly as she would have without the head ache, but still quickly she lunged at his ear snapping harshly. If she caught him, she would likely draw blood and the soft growl was rumbled with a hot breath over his neck. "Don't you ever.. do that to me...again." She warned.

The yipe that shrieked out accompanied the toss of the nearly closed bottle to the floor as his hand shot up to his ear to save it. "f*cking hell... what was that for?"

She winced at the shriek and fell back to the pillow, but spat out a strong. "For sticking me with that -f*cking needle- earlier.."

"I said kick me for that, not bite my ear the hell off," he snarked, looking at his palm for blood, finding it nicely and freshly painted, his eyes flaring just as red as she laid back and bit into him verbally. "And if I didn't, you'd have that shit head f*cking you senseless and half the rest of the damn house, I'd bet. It was for your own good, damnit. That hurt."

"I didn't want that shit head to f*ck me senseless.. I wanted you to!"

"Well we're agreed on that at least," he said quietly now, showing her his palm and pouting slightly, turning his head for her to review the damage. "How bad do you really get me?"

She pouted back at him and reached for his hand, curling her fingers into his as she shifted up to tend his ear. Bronwyn nuzzled to his cheek and neck first, making her way to kiss and lick his ear softly. Her tongue gently caring for his wound and tasting a bit of his cooper for herself. "See.. I can make it all better." She breathed quietly and closely to his ear and neck.

"You already have," he murmured back. The crimson of his eyes faded back to their normal soft and dark, closing with the pleasure of her attention to the wound. "I do promise to make it up to you," he said hotly, softly, reaching to return the attention.

"I'll think about forgiving you.." She whispered between nibbling along the length of his neck, her fingers dancing in soft caresses over his back and shoulders, pulling him closer to her and curling her legs around his middle if he'd move with her.

"Mmm... you are sooo asking for it," he teased, pretending to still sound mad, though anger was far, far away from what he was feeling at the moment, spurred on by the adrenaline of the pain and her soothing of it.

He sounded mad, but his scent was telling her differently, she smiled against his shoulder and gave him a lick. "mmhmm.. please?" Her warm gaze lifted with the tilt of her face towards his. "Mine.." She whispered, running soft finger tips over his cheek.

"Nut uhn... you're mine... all over mine... mine mine mine," he said, nibbling softly on each and turning to catch her fingertips. "Those too."

The serum working against the after effects and the drug naturally wearing off more, brought her senses back to life. Her legs tightened their curl around him and she shivered with his nibbles, her lips parting slightly and her neck craning to feel more of his tender affection. "Okay.. yours.." He would likely feel how her skin was begining to heat up again and his senses would catch the shift in her scent as her 'heat' was no longer being subdued and his touch was encouraging her desires to flare again.