Chapter 2— 'Tis the Season

Chapter 2— 'Tis the Season

Disclaimer: Characters © me

Inspiration Song "Shake It" by Metro Station (used in chapter 2) © the band and songwriter (aka, not me—no lyrics used)

Author's Note: Rated R for sexual content. These are both original characters, please contact me before you decide to use either of them in works of your own. Otherwise, I'll think you're stealing them.

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Parker walked deeper into the maze of hanging furs and hides that made up the queen's quarters, it seemed to take an eternity until he finally reached her chamber, finding the young queen resting on her thick mat of heavy bear furs with a few elders huddled around her—all fussing quietly. At Parker's approach the elder females stopped and bowed to him just slightly, all taking their leave without a single word. Parker watched them go, but a small noise and faint, strange and intoxicating scent from the queen brought his attention back.

Even the queen's human skin was nearly white-pale, the long locks of hair tied into a sloppy bun on the back of her head was a snow white as well. Her body was covered by a thin hide bra and mini skirt, all tanned to a very dark color to really proclaim her royal status. She was about Parker's age—a young teen who seemed appeared 16 or so in human years. She opened her eyes—brilliant and deep violet eyes—and looked longingly at Parker.

"You're finally here!" She said breathlessly, leaning up and pushing herself off the floor and into his arms. Parker just allowed her to hug him, looking at her in utter confusion out of the corner of his eye.

"Hello…Your Majesty…" he said slowly, unsure of how to respond to such a personal welcome from the queen he saw only on supervised occasions every so often. He felt her body quiver in a small fit of laughter, and she whispered into his ear. "You know my real name, use it."

Her breathe fell hotly on his ear, sultry and tempting. Parker felt himself begin to sink away from her. "Ok then…Lark."

The child-queen pulled away from him, though did not release her grip around his neck. She looked into his light blue eyes with her violet ones, and bit her lip nervously. Parker furrowed an eyebrow and stared back. "You seem…different today, Lark. What's wrong?"

She looked at him more deeply, taking a few steps back and forcing him to do the same until they were both resting on her mats. She smiled again nervously, leaning her forehead against him in a nuzzle. Parker felt now that she was broken out in a cold sweat.

"I've had the strangest feelings today…" Lark began, and Parker became aware that her hands had fallen from the nape of his neck and were trailing slowly down his back. "And all I know is that I really want you here….to help me." Her hands stopped on the band of his hide loincloth. Parker gulped loudly, pulling away from her a little.

"Help you…with what?" He asked, still trying to inch away from her as the queen continued to slink towards him. His mind screamed at him to stop—he was refusing a queen of….whatever it was she was doing. It was illegal, he could be demoted to omega, cast out into the human world….or worse. Lark looked at his facial expression of confusion and panic, smiling coyly. "Forgive me….but let me show you…"

' This can't be Lark, this can't be Lark, oh Gods, this can't be Lark and this can't be happening…' Parker's brain screamed at him repeatedly as she queen grasped his hand forcefully and shoved it under her rawhide skirt and between her legs. Parker tried to pull away, but the queen was stronger. She looked at him longingly again, leaning her cheek against his and whispered into his ear. "The elders said a male or time were the only ways to make this feeling stop for a while…."

As Parker felt her juices drip onto his hand, his eyes opened widely. He understood it now. She was not insane or crazed…not more so than usual. Oh no, that he could have handled….he hoped. This was her first heat. All of a sudden the Warrior's words became very clear.

"Parker," Lark whispered lowly in his ear, grabbing the lobe sharply between her teeth. "I can't stand this, make it stop…" He felt her trembling against him. As she ran a hand over his loincloth instinctively he realized how little covering, and therefore how little resistance, he actually had. He felt himself swell as the scent of her heat drifted up to his sensitive nose. That scent….it was intoxication, the most fantastic sensation he had ever scented before. He felt his wolven side spring to life. He wanted her badly, a primal type of lusting. Lark wrapped a hand around his hardened staff from the outside of the loincloth, repeating again. "Please Parker, make it stop. You're the only one who can…"

Parker drew closer, trying to hold back the animal side of his thoughts. This was still Lark, still the girl he thought loved him. It was too soon, they hadn't even been allowed to see each other and be alone until now, and he was expected to mate? His human reasoning and animalistic lusting clashed, and he grunted deeply as she began to untie his loincloth with one hand and stroke his erection with the other. It felt so wonderful…

As soon as he seemed to give into her, Lark released him, ripping off her own clothing. It was quite clear that she had very little human reasoning left in her mind. Her inner wolf was confused and lusty…there was a male she had accepted as a potential mate and she would have him. Parker looked to her naked, snowy body—though she was far from full grown. He placed his free hand on one of her small breasts, slid towards her so he could nibble the tender bend in her neck. She whimpered lightly—not enough. Slowly he slid a single digit, then a second and a third inside her, felling her juices covering his hand. She moaned softly, shoving into his hand forcefully and biting down hard on his shoulder. Still not good enough.

Parker was half enraged by the display of power from the female. His inner wolf was quickly winning against the side of reason, and it would not tolerate further such blows to his ego. He pulled back and looked into her eyes to notice they had shifted into their lupine form. He could not see them, but he knew that his eyes were in much the same state.

Grabbing her by the waist, he forced her to her back on the mat, throwing his loincloth aside. Removing his hand from her, he seized his own erection and rubbed her juices onto it. He moaned slightly, the young queen whimpering and writhing beneath him anxiously. He hovered over her, grinning just slightly as he positioned himself at her entrance. She moaned at the mere touch, bucking frantically and dragging claws against his back. "Give him to me, make this stop..." She growled out in wolven tongue, trying again and again to force him inside of her. Parker finally complied, shoving his entire length inside of her.

Lark let out a snarling howl instantly as Parker felt a rush of new, warm juices flow out around him. He was locked within her tightly, and he writhed back in discomfort. Lark grabbed the sides of his face, her eyes having calmed slightly. "Finish it….make it stop." She pleaded, running her hands down his back again before grabbing his ass and forcing him in just that much deeper. Parker watched her face instantly contort in regret to this action as her muscles were not yet relaxed. He leaned down to her face, brushing his nose lovingly against her cheek. "Relax, I don't want to hurt you….just relax." He said as calmly as he could, though everything inside of him was raging. With the tightness around him, he could feel his release growing closer with every second that passed. If she didn't relax, one thrust was going to be it.

Lark moaned again, sucking in a deep breath and exhaling it slowly. She loosened just slightly, and Parker smiled into her shoulder. "Just stay like that…I'll help you." He said as he began to pump in and out of her slowly. She bucked against him, breathe catching her throat and causing her to moan and whimper in broken strands. He bit down on her shoulder, moving harder and faster inside of her, feeling his release getting painfully close. He cursed at himself for being such a novice to this for her first time.

"Am I allowed?" He asked sharply, trying to hold his seed back. Lark's voice, shaky and broken, let out a single, pleased word as she screamed into his chest and began her first release. "Yes"

The word came in just as Parker spilled his seed into her—riding out both his and her release. Moaning deeply into her ear, he dug his nails into the furs surrounding them, trying to keep from being too loud. Lark, however, was moaning and howling out her pleasure to the entire pack. Parker remained on top of her as her release began to wind down. Waiting until her muscles were relaxed, he then slid out of her carefully. Lark blinked up at him, breathless and still with the feral look in her eyes. Parker gave a soft smile down at her, coming to a rest beside her on the furs as she turned towards him to nuzzle against his tanned chest.

"Did you really mean what you said?" Parker asked after a long silence, "About me being the only one who could? I mean….there are other pack males who could have offered more…."

Lark pushed herself away from his chest to look into his blue eyes and flushed a little. "Well….of course. You're the only one I felt comfortable to….well, what just happened…" She said awkwardly, beginning to sit up to go away from him. Parker reached up, pulling her tenderly back down.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time…" He said shyly, placing his hand carefully on the side of her face and pressing their lips together. The kiss deepened only a little before Parker pulled away, smiling more confidently at her. "I want it to be different the next time. More human, and I don't know, maybe more love…if you still want a next time…"

Lark tilted her head at him playfully and grinned. "If you're asking me out, I think I've already asked. Besides, I'm sure we can find a way to ditch the bodyguard."