Divinity: Leto & Lykos

Alpha Bite

Titan's lust had morphed to unhinged fury at seeing their Mate running starkers through the forest, in her human skin, had completely overtaken him. Her light gold flesh shined in the moonlight. The coppery points of her bouncing t**s had been beacons, drawing him in. The hairless nether-triangle had surprised him a bit. The lines of her lean muscles begged to be worshipped, every centimeter. The female fought and contradicted the bond at every turn. She essentially rejected him without a formal rejection, despite the perfume of her slick permeating the air every time he was near. Her heart rate sped when their eyes would meet, no matter the distance. Yet, Nicole latched onto that f*****g low-ranking Leto warrior in the past couple days.

Fane couldn't figure out if it was to provoke him or to push him away. Most likely both, but all it did was make Titan want to mark her all over her body. The wolf and the man salivated with the need to brand her with their scent, their teeth. To ward away any other male that was daft enough to covet what was THEIRS.

The sensation of her silky skin and small body under him, her slick on his tonuge, sent Titan mad. He couldn't stop himself or his wolf.

“If you're opposed to taking things further,” he swallowed audibly at the laser focus of her glittering sapphire stare. An unidentifiable, intense emotion shook his core. “Tell me to f**k off now.“

She lifted her hips in answer, orbs of purple-blue never leaving his hooded green ones. Her wolf eyes flashed to the surface and Titan purred deeply.

“No.“ Fane snapped, lunging from the cradle kf her thigh to thrust his partially-phased face into hers.

She didn't flinch. Didn't retreat, though her eyes were her own once again. He searched her face, confirming consent while searching for the reason behind this mood turn about. Her nails raked down his scalp, grabbing the locks at his nape. A fiery brow raised with a haughty question. As much as he wished to torture and tease answers from her, the selfish part demanded he take this gift. She was his, in ever sense of the possessive.

He released a hip and tore his pants away, slashing his haunch with his claws. The hard rod had grown in length with the mid-phase and the throbbing head jerked toward her sopping entrance.

“Nicole,” She dropped her eyes at his rumble, they widened at the sight of his c**k. He framed her jaw to regain her attention, “Do you consent?“

“Yes, I want to.“ She said with certainty, looking into his face.

He tenderly kissed her, slipping halfway into the wet heat, both gasping. The tightness of her sheath and barrier he prodded gave him pause. Her eyebrows scrunched as her breaths sawed in and out of her chest. She was a virgin. He clamped down on Titan and the need to properly claim her delectable p***y. HIS p***y, now. Now and forever.

“Nicole.“ He groaned, dropping to his forearms, nuzzling her face and throat. “Why didn't you tell me?“

“Are you going to shag me or not?“ The little minx asked, breathlessly.

He couldn't help, but huff a laugh. She was so sexy and f*****g challenging. He drove his tongue into her mouth, then gently sank his sharpened teeth into that plump lower lip. His hope was to distract her from the pain of the thrust that broke her hymen, and seated him fully inside her. Vision blurring from pleasure, he heard her lusty grunt at being properly penetrated. A shift in the cosmos accompanied the sensation of a missing piece being fitted into place.

“f*****g hell, love.“ He growled against her mouth.

Scraping her lip as he freed it, he tasted blood as he lifted slightly to see her. Her pupils were blown wide, and an expression of confused wonderment graced her gorgeous features. It was clear she had felt the click of rightness at their joining. A shadow of pain lingered in her blackened gaze and he kept still, allowing her to adjust to the intrusion. The scent of her virginal blood mingling with the aphrodisiac of her arousal was sending him spare. It took all of his strength to not pound her into the dirt.

“Fane, please bloody move.“ She moaned in his ear and he glided halfway out of her body, only to bury himself again.

The lewd squelch of their rejoining added to the eroticism of the earthy smell that complimented their mutual musk. Their wolves reveled in the primalness of their physical mating. Titan snarled for a different variety, the official Mating. Neither were confident enough in the rules and he reminded his wolf the High Oracle could deem them blasphemous or some rot. As Alpha Heir, he liked to believe the only higher powers were the Alpha Kings, the Gods, and his Mate, Nicola Teresi.

'I'll leave my mark.' Titan promised softly and bit into the skin surrounding her Si̱meío.

The swollen gland under his tongue and the muscles trapped in his teeth trembled, just as a loud exclaim of passion rang through the clearing. The sound instantly imprinted on Fane’s mind. His pelvis and mouth being piloted by Titan, he sucked to the rhythm of his c**k's leisurely retreat. His teeth bit deeper with each hard, yet controlled, plunge. It was as though he were trying to leave the groves of his taste buds on her Si̱meío.

Her panting breaths hit his own Si̱meío, causing it to throb, along with his c**k. Her velvet walls squeezed him, welcoming his member every time he bottomed out inside of her. The base of his spine and bollocks began to tingle, signaling his impending orgasm. Clenching a fistful of cherry curls, he reached down to stroke her c**t. Excavating his teeth from her neck to pull a pebbled n****e into his mouth. The extra stimulation achieved the desired result, his Mate wrapped her legs tighter about him and lifted her hips with his quickening thrusts.

“Come for me, Nicole.“ He crooned lowly, synchronizing the pace his fingers on her slippery pearl with their bodies.

In. Out. In.

“Oh.“ She gasped as she clamped down around him and he knew she was close. Thank Artemis.

“Mine.“ Fane and Titan said together.

In, out, in, out.

“Mine.“ He repeated. “My Mate.“

In-out-in.

“Oh Gods!“ She shouted while milking his c**k as she climaxed, thighs trembling against his sides.

“Nicole!“ He roared, coming so hard his whole body shuddered.

A bright light exploded around them and the Lykos curled around his female to protect as much of her as possible. Something at his core told him it wasn't a threat and he slowly raised his head from her hair. A dome energy, like the halo of the moon, encompassed the clearing. In this almost-wolf form, he didn't feel Nicole’s shoving and wiggling to see, as well. Was this normal for a first mating of Fated Mates? His prior experiences were purely s****l, the baser instincts were always closer to the surface around the full moon. With her it was emotional and intimate, the best shag he'd ever had.

The possessive affection kicked in at the realization that he was still inside her. He'd taken her innocence. He was and would be the only wolf to touch her most private of places. He alone would know how divine her p***y felt around his c**k. The flaming curls and temper. Her smart mouth and sweet vocalizing of passion. This gorgeous body and strong heart were his. All of it his to cherish.

“What the f**k have you done?“ Nicole's outraged snarl ended the hypnosis, just as she launched him away with two feet on his chest.

“Bloody hell, Andros!“ She railed at him as he rolled to his feet.

Pleased with her strength and technique, Fane's grin hardened some at her body language. It was all wrong. It wasn't just defensive, it was scared. Her eyes darted about to the fading perimeter of Alchemy, their Alchemy. She was clutching his bite with a trickle of red trailing down her collarbone, and a twinge of guilt tainted the satisfied elation at making her his.

“Nicole-”

“f**k you!“ She shouted, tears evident in her eyes, and took off through the trees.

~~~~~~~~~~

How could he? How could he bloody do that to her?

Nicole hadn't cried like this in years, and the worst of it was that she blamed herself more than him. No, she blamed her wolf. Sabine went too far!

'You cannot fight fate, Nicola.'

“f**k you, too!“ She sobbed, not even certain of which direction she was fleeing.

He was her fate, her future, she couldn't deny that. What she could do was not serve herself on a sodding platter! And he'd bitten her Si̱meío. She was as good as claimed against her will, yet couldn't shake the pleasant tingle of her lady parts. He had been good, very good, in…forest. Bloody hell, she was a disgrace to her pack. To her Alpha status. To all of the above, and the High Oracle would arrive any day now!

The High Oracle. Did Andros overstep? Would the all seeing one denounce their pairing? A morbid glee came and went as she realized she didn't want anyone else for Mate. He was the devil she knew, and his consideration of her innocence had softened her toward him.

“Nicola!“

She halted mid-sprint to see her Guard standing stiffly amongst the trees. Oh Goddess, what now?! Sabine had blessedly blocked her from the pack mind-link and she wasn't sure how long they'd tried to find her. From the looks of them, it had been some time. April's usually sleek hair was frizzy and sticking about her face. Gideon’s easy grin was replaced with a grim frown. Both had a cagey and ominous demeanor.

Without a word, she joined them and took the clothes offered. April swiped morning dew from a bush and cleaned the dried blood from her neck. Her friends' nostrils flared, as she reeked of the Lykos Heir and s*x. No comments were made. The trio trekked silently through the woods, bypassed Blue House, and onward to Alpha Headquarters. Where, no doubt, her brothers and the Lykos king, with his court, impatiently waited for them. She idly wondered who had fetched Andros and if he had tried to cover her scent that she knew clung to him. Just as his was stamped onto her.

“It's intact.“ Gideon informed quietly with a wave to her Si̱meío.

Fresh tears gathered along her lash line, but she couldn't figure out if they were of relief or disappointment.

“It's an Alpha bite.“ April added just as softly.

Fuck. With a slight feeling of ungratefulness, she wished her Guard had brought her a turtleneck, rather than the v-neck she was now wearing. The fluttery skirt added to her discomfort. Hers and Andros' intimate fluids had immediately dampened the knickers that she donned and the skirt did little to help the matter. The Alpha bite was a precursor to the Mate bite. Only the Alpha, or his Heir, could administer such a thing and no amount of Alchemy would heal it. The bite healed when their teeth, and theirs alone, pierced the scent sac. The final nail in the independence coffin was hammered into place when the sacs on the inside of each thigh were ruptured. The Taíri solidified the Mate Bond and warned any away. It screamed “TAKEN” from the treetops to every wolf that crossed your path.

At the opulent courtyard for the Alpha Manor, Nicole's steps stuttered. Annoyed at her own trepidation, she held her head high and marched firmly through the ornate double doors. She was the Leto Princess and Alpha Heir Apparent, a grander title than the majority of wolfkind. Her Guard fell back to flank her from behind. The bit of space was a display of deference and she knew it was more for the higher ups, but appreciated it all the same.

They were greeted by Nate, who immediately herded her to the chambers she would occupy when bid to do so. She despised the grandeur and self-importance of it all. British nobility was exhausting and pointless in her world, but one must maintain appearances. Her brother scowled in clear admonishment before taking his leave, and Gideon with him. Lady's maids appeared out of the bloody wood work and set upon the two females as security would a threat.

Her and April were trussed up in custom day dresses, with cinched bodies and flowing skirts. The rich blue of her get up complimented her hair and eyes, while April's violet costume did the same. The deep V of her neckline highlighted the Alpha Bite even further. Their hair was curled and styled. Make-up administered with an expert hand. Her Guard had the benefit of being rubbed with honey blossom.

“And me?“ She questioned, recieving a short shake of the head from her helper. “Are we through?“ A nod this time. “Thank you.“

April echoed the sentiment and the two clasped hands until Gideon emerged from a door further down. He was dressed in tailored slacks, dress shirt and burgundy waistcoat, looking as uneasy as they felt. Who the bloody hell would they be greeting like this? Nate and Troy exited the room next to what she knew was Mathias' quarters, falling into step with them. Her brothers, Leto Princes, were dressed similarly to Gideon, though they required perfectly fitted jackets over their waistcoats. She was mildly alarmed when her brothers led them away from the Alpha chambers and further through the corridors.

Troy slowed so that he could walk beside her.

“Today of all days, bird?“ He muttered, eyeing the bite on her neck.

“The f**k is going on?“ She hissed, unable to meet his gaze or acknowledge the question.

“Language!“ Nate threw over his shoulder just as he dramatically knocked on the receiving parlor's door.

“Enter.“ Her eldest brother answered and she rolled her eyes so hard that she became slightly dizzy.

She affected her best social elegance and crossed the threshold with haughty confidence.

“Nicola, the beauty.“

She was thrown for a moment by those present, then swallowed the lump in her throat and smiled prettily.

“Grand Alpha and Senate.“ She inclined her head deeply and bizarrely wished Andros were here.