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[thewolfinside]

Jason digs through Gabriel's closet, looking for a shirt to wear. He'd been invited to Dru's party, and he was going to go. Raina could just fuck off for the night, it wasn't often he got to see Dru.

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[lion-passant.livejournal.com]

Head turning, teeth gliding over her skin as he began to suckle lightly at the side of her throat. Nibbling now, groaning as he feels her nails on his skin, the feeling of her hand at this throat.

"You wanted to know, Leela... Stop fighting it.'

Growling out the words against her skin, hips rolling to grind against her.

"Dollface? Didcha know there's a fine line between passion and anger?"

[leela1.livejournal.com]

"Gabriel..."

Freezing at his words, head dropping back to hit the wall, feeling him so close, so fucking close - human desires warring with the wildcat within.

"Gabriel" She tries again "Please ... oh"

Fingers that once tried to choke him now stroking the skin, pulling him closer, as she rolled her hips out to grind against his.

[lion-passant.livejournal.com]

Teeth over her throat, tracing the length of her windpipe. Parting, capturing her throat as his head nudges back her chin further. Purring now, a low, cruel sound as he slowly bit down, applying slow pressure to her throat.

Forcing the dominance on her, some part of his mind glad she seemed to want it... he wasn't sure he would've stopped if she hadn't desired it.

Hands sliding down her hips, wrapping around to grab her ass, fingers digging into the plush rounds hard, slamming her crotch against his, his arousal evident even through his jeans.

[leela1.livejournal.com]

Whimpering quietly, lids shut over now-yellow eyes she knew this position, knew it instinctively. She knew what baring her throat was to him, and she didn't fight it. Wincing as he started biting in, slowly making it harder to breathe.

He slams her against him with enough force to make it hurt. Her hips, feeling him close, so close and hard. Slipping her hands over his shoulders, down his chest, she scratches the skin onver his nipple ring, perking it, and gently tugs on his piercing.

[lion-passant.livejournal.com]

Claiming, taking, forgetting the man he was becoming. Even the man he'd been. Only the beast, the alpha. Angry, fed up, rage binding within him with lust, the roll of fur within as sharp as the scent of the cat, her cat. Groaning at her clawing touch, that fiery tugging, leaving him panting, gasping for a breath.

Leaning back, eyes gold, bright, staring into hers.

[leela1.livejournal.com]

She finally opened her eyes, looked up into his - honey amber warm staring up at gold - bright - and dangerous. Something beneath the surface, she could almost feel the fur under the flesh. This was Bigcat, the name she called him - the only thought she could clearly remember from the time she was stuck in lynxform

This was her Alpha, and she had a feeling that she was very, very much in trouble.

[lion-passant.livejournal.com]

For a moment something soft enters his eyes. Memory. Feelings. Care for this woman he held bodily against the wall. One hand prying loose of it's hold, sliding up to caress her cheek with the back of his knuckles, hand slinking up over her hair, smoothing down the purple locks...

Before sliding through them, twisting, locking hard into her hair.

Head tossed back, his roar nothing the human throat was be able to make as he yanked her from the wall, spinning, holding her by hair. Letting go of her ass, grabbing her arm and spinning her around. The hard line of his body driving her forward, pushing her over the kitchen table until she was nearly face to face with the rifle, grinding his cock hard against the curve of her ass.

[leela1.livejournal.com]

Almost - almost touching souls with the man within, the warmth that she knws and adores. Smiling at him tentatively, enjoying the feel of his touch on her skin, the rough skin warm against her cheek.

Sudden- sharp pain as he grabs her hair, and a glance in his eyes shows that something's changed, that nothing human remains. Something beastial, dark and deadly taken its' place. Cringing, she screams in response to his roar - only her's is higher pitched, and afraid.

Swung easily, tears coming to her eyes as he whips her around, her hips hitting against the the wooden table as she's being shoved over it. Her hands pushing off, nails scrabbling on the wood, trying to get leverage, room to move, but the pressure on her hair, on her back - hard and firm and heavy.

[lion-passant.livejournal.com]

Grabbing the waistband of her skirt, giving a hard yank back. Hearing threads pop and yanking again. Letting go, not caring as the skirt falls, pooling at her feet.

Running his hand over her ass, caressing the curve before raising his hand, giving it a hard pop. Nails curling in, raking down over the luscious curve of her ass, shredding the panties on one side, just barely drawing a light streak of blood before yanking them free, tossing the scrap of fabric aside.

"Be thankful to yer gods,' he snarls, leaning over her to nip at her ear. Bucking against her, dry humping at her ass. 'I've taken blood. Who knows what the next moon might have brought."

Free hand undoing his jeans, not even bothering to remove them, letting them drape down his hips, nothing beneath but hot, golden skin, the length of his cock rubbing against the bloodied mark on her ass.

[leela1.livejournal.com]

Not even able to bring her arms around to scratch him, not able to bite, or run - her fur just beneath the surface, and her eyes wild with fear.

"No, please Gabriel - not this, not like this please!"

Tear-streaked, she struggles, her nails cracking, raking hard against the wooden table cover, still trying to do roll over, slide away. Sudden coolness on her flesh as her skirt is ripped away, and a cold chill runs up her spine. She flinches at the slap on her ass, and whimpers as his claws rake her skin. Panting, she lays there while he growls at her, turning her head from one side to the other.

"I - I don't underst.." she freezes at the feel of of him behind her, hard, and rubbing agaist her.

"Gabriel, Alpha.. please no"

[lion-passant.livejournal.com]

"No what? Don't show you what it is yer playin with? Don't fuckin show you what it means to be subordinate, owned, pard?"

Yanking back hard on her hair, snarling like the jungle cat he is. Twisting her head, looking into her eyes. Well, looking at her face, staring into her eyes, allowing her to see his face, forcing her to look into his eyes.

Staring at her as he nudged her feet apart, kicking them out until they were as wide as he could get them, leaving her to sprawl over the table. Taking a deep breath, eyes closing as his hips bucked, driving himself balls deep into her in one strong stroke, slamming the entire weight of his body against her.

[leela1.livejournal.com]

"No..nonono..Ga - Alpha, please no.. "she whispers, then screams shrilly as her head is twisted, racked to the side. Her hands reach up, raking at the fist that's wrapped in her hair, ripping skin.

Mewing quietly, tears falling from amber orbs she looks at him, seeing the beast that he was, the beast he is now. Terrified, she stares into his eyes, the eyes of a killing machine - untamed and unleashed, and right on top of her.

Trying to bring her legs back together, trying not to think of what he was doing. A sudden pause - a moment that seemed to stretch out forever -

And then PAIN - Screaming hard and long, as he rips his way, ramming deep inside her, shoving her forward with the force of his hips.

[lion-passant.livejournal.com]

Not hearing her words. Hearing nothing but the sound of prey. Of a kitten mewling. Nothing but pain. And it drove him on.

Groaning at the tight feel of her dry sex, the way she squirmed, she fought. Old memories, deeply hidden needs, all of it tugging at his mind, drawing his body into it. Lossening his hold on her hair, as he pulled back, withdrawing, only to snap her hair tight, beginning a hard, steady rhythm. Hips bucking, driving his cock deep into her, riding her tight little body with no care for her pleasure.

"Mine. Get it, bitch. My pard. My lynx. Mine!"

Snarling out the words as his free hand slipped up beneath her blouse, resting at the top of her spine a moment before raking hard down her back. Four claws turned into her skin, dragged down to her ass as hard as he could.

[leela1.livejournal.com]

Screaming again and again, high pitched terror and pain; her hands again futily raking at his wrists, her neck aching with the force of him pulling it back. Writhing, slick with sweat and crying freely, she could smell the fear - knew it was coming from her.

Hearing his voice through her pain, his words causing more agony - a deeper kind, a wound of the heart he knows, he's aware - he's doing it on purpose - oh god this - this is my punishment - no, please no

Screaming anew and rocking up on her hands as her skin was ripped open, at the four jagged cuts made down the length of her body ripping into flesh and muscle. Blood spattered on the table and more started running down her legs, pooling at her feet, and soaking into her skirt. Blood soaked into her hair, turning the blue to black.

[lion-passant.livejournal.com]

The man that took Leela wasn't the one she had known. But some part of his mind raged at him, reminded him this wasn't him. He wasn't the rapist, the killer, the animal. He was...

Hungry!

For more, for all of it. Slamming into her hard, growling as his release hit him with the coppery metallic scent of blood assualting him. Grabbing her shirt as he released her hair, showing it up and over her head. Leaning down as his cock jerked in her, empty his balls into her ravaged sex, his tongue rough, catlike as it dragged over her back, gathering her blood, smearing it over her skin and across his face. Rolling his face against her back, reveling in it. In her tight body, the taste of her blood, the scent of her fear.

[leela1.livejournal.com]

She could feel him above her, could feel him speed up, harder, and knew just when his orgasm hit him, jerking and hard inside of her. Shuddering at the touch of his tongue on her ripped and bloody flesh. Her screams turned to moans of pain..and even even that quieting to soft animal whimpers.

Her stomach hurting from where he had been pushing her down, pinning her to the table. Her nails cracked and bloody with splinters from scratching at the tabletop. Her hips bruised - slammed against the table again and again. Her neck, and head..

Between her legs, aching, raw - stinging; and her back - oh gods, her back...

Laying with her head on her hands and covering her eyes, she cries.

[lion-passant.livejournal.com]

Head rearing back, his roar at once triumphant and replete. Calling out his success, his win, snarling and teeth snapping as he felt fangs thick in his mouth even as he lurched back. Chest and face speckled with blood. More on his stomach from the scratches on her gut, his body sheened in sweat as he stumbled back.

Staring down on her prone form, at this woman he cared for, respected... raped.

"Oh god."

Shaking his head, trying to clear the blood from his vision and...

Slamming around the table, snapping the rifle case closed, the nitrate within. Grabbing it up, the box of bullets, eyes on anything but Leela's sobbing form.

Mouth opening, unable to say anything, turning and fleeing the cabin, not trusting himself to even try and comfort her. Not knowing whom to call, who to seek for help. Just, naked and barefoot, toting that rifle and slipping out through the woods, heading for the lake.

[leela1.livejournal.com]

Finally rousing up to notice he was gone, she slowly slides over to the edge of the table. Unable to straighten up, making small jerking motions she moves, carefully trying to move over to the couch..anything. Her feet aren't working right, keep slipping in the blood, and she's seeing spots in front of her eyes.

Finally she gets to the edge of the table and reaches out to the chair - one step at a time..please, please I can do this

Feet tangling in her skirt, she trips, fall face down on the kitchen floor, hitting her head. Dazed she lies there, too tired, too hurt to run.

[lilibet-james.livejournal.com]

Lil opens the door and practically falls in, helping a nearly drunk Jason.

"I swear, you did this just so you could feel meeeeeee...oh fuck. Leela."

She drops Jason's arm and rushes over to Leela.

[thewolf-inside.livejournal.com]

Jason looks up at Lil's words and stops, leaning against the door.

He knows the scent. Sex, pain, fear, dominance. Old friends.

"Where'd he go?"

[leela1.livejournal.com]

"Out there, he left.. he's out there Jason".


Looking up at him she whimpers again, biting her lip to keep from crying anymore.

[thewolf-inside.livejournal.com]

Nods and heads for the bathroom.

"Lil, get Leela something to wear, take her home. Help her as much as you can, okay? I'm gonna take care of something."

[lilibet-james.livejournal.com]

Lil runs for the back of the house, and comes back with a long dress.

"It's mine."

[leela1.livejournal.com]

"Pretty dress, don't wanna ruin it"

Help me up please? please?

[lilibet-james.livejournal.com]

Lil helps Leela stand, and then holds out the dress.

"I can buy a new one, got it from Walmart. Do you need help putting it on?"