Prompts filled: The BJ request! Legs up and drive home, doggy style, dirty talk. Lots of cum/squirting.
Enjoy!
Brittany was upset with her. Not that Brittany would tell her in words but Santana could pick up through actions. Brittany had been extra quiet all week since she'd come back from locking herself up for this months' cycle. When Brittany would stay over Santana would always wake up with Brittany wrapped around her but these past couple of nights she'd woken to Brittany curled around her pillow and at the edge of the bed.
She woken up extra early this morning not able to sleep and realized how cold she was. Not only had Brittany rolled to the edge of the bed leaving her without her body warmth but Brittany also took the covers with her. She sighed, starring up at her ceiling debating if she should just roll over and cuddle up behind her and apologize profusely in the morning for locking herself up. She rubbed at her eyes, removing the stiffness from sleep and sat up. She couldn't apologize because she wasn't sorry for locking herself up. She would not hurt Brittany again. She was living true to that promise, even making sure that their sex now was only sweet and soft. She was holding everything back that was inhuman of her. Brittany deserved normal and normal wasn't mate marks or mating cycles.
She got up from bed and made her way over to her desk. She pulled out some of her homework and flipped through the pages quietly. She didn't have to turn on a light so she wasn't worried about waking Brittany up. She was already able to see very well in the dark and with the moonlight streaming through her window it was perfect lighting for her eyes.
She shuffled through her history notes and was surprised to find an unopened envelop with her name on it, tucked away inside. She flipped the envelop in her hand, not finding anything to tell her who might have snuck it into her papers. Curious she ripped open the sealed flap and pulled out the paper inside.
Santana,
It is very important that we meet. Come see me at the tire shop as soon as you find this. Kurt does not need to know about this meeting. From one Alpha to another.
Burt
Santana leaned back in her seat, pinching at the bridge of her nose in thought. What does Burt want? Didn't Kurt mention they could never meet because she would want to challenge him to right as Alpha of the land? She spun in her chair and looked over at Brittany's sleeping form. She would be pissed with her if she woke and Santana was gone but she couldn't leave Burt waiting any longer. He did say as soon as she got it.
She pulled out a scrap of paper and scribbled out a note for Brittany that she would be back soon as she was done with business. It was Saturday and Brittany was staying with her for the weekend, something she'd been looking forward to all week but she didn't want Brittany leaving if she was upset after finding her not in bed. She left the note on the nightstand underneath Brittany's cell so she would be sure to find it.
She dressed quickly and quietly and only after she shredded Burt's suspicious note did she sneak out of her own apartment. She decided to not risk starting her car and waking Quinn and Brittany up. It would be hard enough to explain to Brittany but she really didn't want to explain to Quinn. She knew a quick route through the woods that surrounded the Fabray land and took off at a jog.
She ignored the anxiousness of her wolf and the desire to shift and run on four legs. She was meeting another Alpha for the first time and her pack members father. She really didn't want to shift and rip all of her clothes to shreds. Burt would be understanding if she showed in the nude after getting there by wolf form but she rather not her body be the first impression.
She jogged up to the tire shop and stopped just outside the shop doors. She could hear that someone was inside and it was just one person. She tested the scent in the air, immediately sensing a presence that could challenge her. She tensed, snapping down control over her wolf that pawed restlessly at her consciousness. What was she doing here? Did Burt want her to challenge him? Was she even capable of fighting the father of her pack member?
The door swung open before Santana could even process that she should probably knock. "Ah, I thought I sensed you were out here. Good to know I'm not losing all my senses," Burt smiled and stepped back to let her inside the shop. Surely if he wanted to fight he'd want the space to maneuver and would have stepped outside. Or perhaps he knew he'd need the advantage of his surroundings as she was about to step into a trap.
She took a good look at Burt wondering what she should do. He was not that much taller than Kurt with a balding head, a bit of a gut and grease stained hands. His skin was pale and yellowing and now that he was withing her senses she could smell the sickness in his blood. Burt was dying. It meant he wasn't a treat to her and their would be no challenge for alpha of Lima. Soon that position would fall to her. Knowing that, she realized she was not ready for it.
"Are you coming in or are we going to talk out in the cold?" Burt asked with a chuckle. She snapped out of her realization and stepped inside the warm mechanic shop. Parts littered almost every surface and a few cars were up on the hydrological lifts. Grease and oil filled her nose and she wiggled her nose as it tickled her sense of smell. Burt lead her to his office and motioned for her to take a seat. She looked around at the photos on his wall and the certifications that hung behind his chair. She sat and was amazed to find how at ease they both seemed to be. She was worried she'd just attack him and rip out his throat but she wasn't. Something was keeping her calm over the situation and she was hoping Burt had the answers. She really hoped he could answer all her questions.
Burt poured himself a cup of coffee and then settled into his chair behind his desk. He moved with stiff joints and his breathing was labored. None of that affected the kind warm smile he sported as he got comfortable. "Bet your wondering why I needed you to come see me?"
She had a feeling it had something to do with his sickness, "You're dying." It was a simple statement that she wished wasn't true but his sad quick nod struck a chord inside her heart when he confirmed he was indeed going to die.
"Kurt hasn't said anything," She thought aloud. Surely she would have sensed Kurt's pain at losing his father but nothing. Blaine hadn't even given any warning signs that something was wrong.
"I haven't been home in a few days," Burt mentions stirring his coffee.
"You're this sick after a few days?" Santana asked, alarmed. What could tear down a wolf's healing abilities that quickly? It couldn't be cancer or some disease, they were immune to that.
"Poison will do that. Kurt doesn't know, I haven't figured out how to tell him yet," Burt admitted.
"Poison? How?" She asked sitting forward not able to keep back her curiosity and concern.
"I'm not sure what it was. I know wolfs bane is toxic to us but we know when we've consumed it. Whatever this was, it's beyond my knowledge," Burt answered.
"Wolfs bane?" She asked.
He nodded and set his coffee cup down, "I asked you here so I can answer any questions you may have."
She sat back anxious to finally be getting some answers to questions that plague her mind but she had a horrible feeling about everything surrounding this meeting. "Why aren't I challenging you? Kurt said I'd have the urge but I haven't." It was the first question to pop in her mind.
"You knew I'm sick. So does your wolf. It knows I'm not a threat to you right now. Or a threat to your right as Alpha," Burt answered with a warm smile. She was concerned and worried but that smile of his calmed her down. She could see why Kurt and the community had such respect and kindness towards him. It was a real shame it took this long to meet him or under these circumstances.
She folded her arms across her chest, not really knowing what she wanted answered first. She wanted to know why she was a wolf, who her parents were, would everything be okay with Brittany being human or would their relationship always be like this? So many damn questions and she didn't know how to ask any of them.
"I knew your father," Burt mentioned and that drew her attention immediately. She hated that it did. That man left her mother with nothing and it put such a strain on her mother that she had to be given up which only led to her living in the woods like the animal she is. She tired to fight down the intrigue that bubbled up inside her to know who that man was that didn't care for his own blood and his mate. "I wish I had something nice to say about that man." Burt looked down at his coffee cup with such sadness it tore at Santana's heart.
"What was he like?" She asked, curious.
"He was a man with a chip on his shoulder. He thought the world owed him something so he took and did what he wanted. Your mother was one of those things. He was violent and viscous and for awhile this town was in a downward spiral under his leadership," Burt started.
"Leadership? Does that mean he was alpha?" Santana interrupted. Burt nodded, eyes glazing over as the silence fell over them. He was swept up in a memory and she was twitching in her seat wanting to know what he was seeing.
"The county council called a meeting, making sure all of the pack was there save for your father. Even your mother attended. The county was calling for someone to challenge him for right as Alpha. That the town couldn't keep going like it was," Burt snapped out of his memory.
"Council?" Santana asked, interrupting him.
"It still exists. It's a group of towns people that know about the wolves that lay claim here. Only the Fabray's and Hummel's have remained. Also, with your return, the Lopez's as well. The council helps us fit into society and find our place among the humans. In return we protect the land from rival wolves that would seek harm to our people, and any other dangerous things or people out there. When your pack reaches maturity the council will be summoned and if you choose to stay here, they will help you find jobs and such. Under no means are any of your expected or forced to stay, its your choice once you all turn eighteen. Personally, I would love it if Kurt went to college," Burt smiled with a proud father look. Just when Burt would say Kurt's name you could tell how much he loved and adored his son. It was a shame he was dying and wouldn't be with Kurt for much longer. Her heart physically ached as that thought kept passing her mind.
"So what happened with my father?" She asked, curious how the council handled him.
"They asked one of us to challenge him for right as Alpha," Burt answered. Her mind turned over that information. Burt was alpha...did that mean?
"So you killed my father?" She asked, not sure if she should be upset or relieved to know what happened to him.
"No. Had I killed him you wouldn't have been born. I did challenge him though and I won. I banned him from this land and he left. Your mother went with him but she returned a few months later pregnant and alone," Burt answered with a sad expression.
"He never came back?" Her voice broke as she asked that. How could her mother just return alone after what she'd sacrificed to that man? If her mother was from here then where was she now?
"Not with her. He did come looking for you though. At that point no one knew where you'd gone. The foster home that we last knew of said you'd never been there. Then years later you come out of the woods," Burt chuckled, "We were beyond surprised. I remember Mr. Pierce coming to tell me that his little girl was making friends with a wolf and then suddenly it was a super tan naked she-man."
Wait! WHAT? Mr. Pierce knew she was a wolf? And that she had a penis? Her eyes bugged out and she sputtered. How could she not remember that.
"He knew you imprinted on her. Only something that strong would snap you out of your animal life style," Burt explained as he watched her jaw open and close as she sat there in shock.
"He knows?" She formed the words but her mind hadn't processed that she'd actually asked. That meant Mr. Pierce knew that she was having sex with Brittany. Oh god! They hadn't even told them they were dating but he knew. Did Brittany know they knew? Did her mother even know because last she checked her mother was very strict about boys and dating.
"Mr. Pierce is on the council. He's the lead Veterinarian in the town and has had to patch up a lot of us wolves. He took good care of me after I defeated your father for right as Alpha," Burt answered.
"So he's okay with us wolves?" She asked.
"More than. You don't have to worry about him not accepting you and Brittany. He's known since Brittany lured you out of the woods and he understands how the imprint works. Smart man he is," Burt chuckled amused with how shocked and terrified she looked.
She leaned back in her chair, still digesting the shock that sparked through her veins. That was definitely something she'd have to talk to Brittany about. "I just can't believe towns people actually know about us," She mumbled.
"Some do, but only those family lines that have been part of the council since the wolves first appeared. I suppose I should tell you our linage as wolves. Every Alpha must have that knowledge to pass down through their pups," Burt nodded and took a sip of his coffee. She needed a break from the shock of Brittany's father and her own.
"An Indian tribe settled on this land before the white folk did. A terrible disease was killing off their population and when the chief's son became sick he called on the spirits to heal him. But the price was his son's spirit in return. The wolf took over, morphed his body but still healed him. It was months before his father realized the price his son's life was. He went to kill the wolf in his son's body but was killed and his people put under the wolf's leadership. That was the first Alpha or as our people call him just 'The First'. He mated and bore six children that spread out over the lands and some have not been traced through our lineage.
Our pack descends from his third son. The first of the wolves to rule with peace and kindness. It's a Lopez trait that you are directly descendant from. However occasionally a Lopez has come around with the traits of our original Alpha, such as your father.
As the years passed down, the Lopez clan stayed here in the woods while civilization built up around them. It was a Hummel that traveled out of the woods and came face to face with the people that settled here and built the community. It was your 8th great grandmother that helped our clan become one with community and the first Council was formed.
Our job became protectors of this land and those that live within our borders. In exchange we have rights to the woods and are accepted by society. At first it was fascinating and people wanted us to run around on four legs but that quickly turned into us becoming pets and your 6th great uncle rebelled against being demeaned as a dog. Those were hard times but it was agreed that our clan would retreat to the woods and only return when the citizens no longer remembered our true selves.
It was the son of the Fabray's that ventured out of the woods and one of the council members sent him back with news that it was okay for us to come back in secret. Since then we've lived our lives in this community without fear and in return we still protect this land."
Burt stood from his desk and went to pour himself some more coffee. His movement snapped her out of her trance. She'd seen this in her head as if she'd actually been there. Her wolf recognized the words and drew on instinctual memories that lined the blood of her ancestors.
"So was Kurt and Quinn always meant to be in my pack?" Santana asked hearing their families history.
Burt nodded, "Our families our bound since the first. Our pack used to be numerous but as time passed we began to die off or separated after your father's influence. It wasn't until you returned did we have hope that the pack would reunite in the form of our children. When you and your pack have pups the pack will grow." Burt took a long sip of his coffee and sat back down behind his desk. She rubbed at her temples, mind reeling from all this new information.
"You'll be Alpha of the land by the time you leave here. One other important piece of business that we must discuss. You'll need to determine your Beta," Burt set his coffee down and sat forward at his desk, clasping his hands on top of the smooth wood finish.
"How would I even know who?" She asked.
"You need a Beta who could lead the pack if something were to happen to you. One with knowledge and wisdom to lead but also the strength to defend the pack as well. Smart and strong. I know that your pack is small right now, only Quinn and Kurt. By no means would I push my son as your Beta but someone needs to be chosen. Especially with what's on the horizon. You'll need a second in command," Burt informed.
"What do I do?" She asked, no where near knowing who she should appoint.
"In your wolf forms, just touch snouts and they'll accept the privilege. Very simple," Burt explained.
"It's just so much information tonight," She whispered and rubbed at her eyes feeling how tired she was.
"I know but I needed to tell you before I become any sicker," Burt smiled softly and reached for his coffee for another sip. "Since I have you here, Kurt mentioned that you and Brittany had a rough patch with your mating cycle last month. I might have answers you're looking for," Burt offered.
"She's just mad at me right now," Santana admitted with a sigh of frustration. She hated when Brittany was upset or not happy and this time it was all her fault.
Burt chuckled, "It happens. Relationships with our mates are just as challenging as anyone's relationship. You should have seen some of the arguments I had with my mate. The first year after our marriage was just as rough as anyone else."
"What about the imprint and the mates mark?" Santana asked, knowing that was the start of their problems. Maybe if she knew more she could fix this mess they found themselves in. Or more like she put them in. She just wanted everything to be better with Brittany, back to the way it was before.
"Well the imprint is the instant knowledge that they are your soul mate, the one nature designed for you. It does have its advantages; you're always tune with their emotions and wants, you can sense them anywhere, and you are bound to them spiritually. That doesn't mean you don't have to work on your relationship. It's not a sure thing if you don't nurture and take care of that bond you have with them. The imprint just means you are now aware and bound to them for as long as they live. It's only evolved or determined by how you both develop it. If one wants to be friends then you'll be best friends. Doesn't mean your wolf won't want to take it further but its status is determined by the both of you. A true partnership. If anything you'll always be just what the other needs.
The mark is for the mates benefit. Once bitten the mate will absorb some of the wolf's spirit. It's natures way of marriage. Each mates mark is different and its based off the bond between wolf and mate at the time of the bite." Burt paused and rubbed at his chest then coughed briefly.
Her wolf sensed his vulnerability and she had to stop from squirming. It pained her to see this man so weak. Kurt was going to be devastated when he found out and she already made up her mind that if Burt didn't mention it today then she was going to tell Kurt herself.
"Have you marked Brittany?" Burt asked and snapped her out of her thought.
"I did. The day before my cycle started," She looked down at her hands, twisting at her fingers.
"Ah, the first cycle with a marked mate is dangerous. You lose control more. Your wolf is more hyper aware of it's mate and it's harder to remain in your head. I should have brought you this knowledge sooner," Burt looked sad, like her problems were his fault. They weren't. Her actions were her own and she need to deal with herself.
"Kurt said once a mate is marked they share some of the abilities we have," Santana mentioned wanting to get past Burt feeling guilty over something she was responsible for.
"That's true. They take awhile to manifest. Sometimes it's healing or enhanced senses. Sometimes its our lust or anger. It's based on the mates bond and the strength of their relationship at the time of the mark. The longer you two are together the more they'll develop. Say she gets your ability to hear better, after twenty years of being together she can hear just as good as you. Is Brittany mad at you for biting her?" Burt asked, trying to get to the reason she seemed so hurt talking about her mate.
"No. She was glad I did. She's mad at me for locking myself up this last cycle," She confessed.
"Oh. Have you two talked about it?" Burt asked going to drink more of his coffee.
"She wanted to try again when this cycle came around but I can't hurt her like that again. I won't lose control with her," She sighed, rubbing at her eyes. It was frustrating. Her wolf was restless with her, pawing for control at times when Brittany was near. The past few times they'd had sex Santana had nearly snapped the headboard in half just trying to keep herself in control and being able to be gentle. Brittany wasn't making it any easier for her. She was bold for awhile, wearing barely there lacy underwear or see through bras and she was bending over certain ways or biting her bottom lip when looking at her in class and building her up all day. Then they'd get back to her apartment and Brittany would seduce her, San was still just as vulnerable to her arousal and it didn't take anything at all to get her to have sex with Brittany but it was everything to keep from ripping her clothes off and making her scream her name. She just wouldn't let herself lose control and even without it being her cycle she had to lock herself up to keep from hunting Brittany down. Some days she felt like she was going crazy with the mental battle between herself and her wolf.
"The cycle gets easier and better. Your control comes with time. I have to confess though, it's a curse that wolves can only ever mate with humans," Burt smiled sadly.
"I just want her to have a normal life, with a normal relationship, and a non-violent sex life," She admitted with a huff of frustration.
"My father told me this once, when I was having the same troubles with my late wife that you and Brittany are having," Burt leaned forward in his seat and smiled softly, "Chaos for the fly is normal for the spider." Burt leaned back and chuckled, "You'll figure it out but the last piece of advice I can give you and I hope you listen to this because it is the most important advice I have; you have to find balance with your wolf. Give it time to run on four legs and work out some of it's energy and you'll find the control and balance your craving. We don't know that coming into this life and that is normally not the advice given. Mostly its' 'keep control and don't let anyone know'. If you never let your wolf have its freedom it will fight you harder when you do let it free. Such as your cycle. You need to find a balance between wolf and Santana."
Santana hung onto his every word and heard his advice. She needed a balance, a way to find peace with the two halves of herself. He was right. She couldn't keep fighting herself and expecting a different outcome. It would drive her insane. "Thank you, Burt. For everything tonight," She smiled but it quickly fell from her face when Burt doubled over in a coughing fit.
A coppery tang filled the air and her wolf whined. Burt wiped at his lips trying to hide the fact his fingers came back coated in red. Burt stood from the desk and walked around so quickly that Santana jumped from her seat in defense. Burt held her by the shoulders and she fought back the growl she wanted to release in warning.
"You take care of Kurt. He has Blaine for his human hurt, he'll need you for his other pain. You take care of your pack and this land. Everything will be fine with Brittany once you two talk," Burt spoke desperately then he stood back, and ran his blood covered hands over her brow.
Sparks shot through her body and her senses exploded. She could feel the worms shift in the earth and the mass of bodies still asleep in their homes. The spice of her pack was thicker in the air and the shop was polluted with Kurt's scent. She could sense Quinn still in her room asleep and Brittany shifting in bed at her apartment. Burt stumbled to his knees and her heightened senses focused in on him. The spice of his wolf was fading quickly and she knelt, pulling him into her arms. She could hear his heart fluttering and the rushing of his blood slowing down. He coughed and twitched and as she felt herself swell with strength of being an Alpha she felt Burt wither and die. With a final pump she heard Burt's heart flutter and stop. The hand gripping her arm lost its grip and fell to Burt's chest.
She set him down gently and leaned back on her heels and sat stunned. Burt knew! That bastard knew that as soon as he gave her right of Alpha it would kill him. She could feel the strength pulsing through her now. Being Alpha must have been what kept Burt alive for so long. How could she tell Kurt? He would sense her new strength, so would Quinn. Kurt would know she killed Burt. Despite that she felt such a great sadness of this man passing. She only meet him but she knew he was a good man. It would be challenging to follow in his footsteps as Alpha of this town. She wasn't ready. How could she ever be ready for this?
The scent of his wolf faded the more she sat there and a sour smell filled her nose as she breathed in the tang of his cooling blood. She brought her hand to her forehead and wiped at some of the blood there, bringing it to her nose to take a better sniff. She reeled back at the toxic fume that burned her nose and lungs. The poison that traveled through Burt's body was easier to smell now. Someone had poisoned him but who and how? An unease settled in the pit of her being and her wolf pawed with restlessness and an awareness of danger.
She pulled out her phone and called Kurt. First thing she needed to do was be here for her pack mate. Kurt answered on the third ring, "What's wrong Santana?" His voice was laced with sleep. She knew that he was home with Blaine wrapped around him. She didn't know that before but now she could sense that despite the distance.
"It's Burt. You need to come to the shop," She said her voice scaring her. She sounded disconnected to her own body, like she was speaking just by will alone and not by actually being aware.
Kurt didn't respond, instead hanging up and jumping from bed. She could sense Blaine becoming aware to the world and the panic that filled her pack member and his mate. She called Quinn as well, knowing that Kurt would need Quinn here and not just her. Quinn woke Brittany and she could feel her packs worry and anxiousness.
Kurt ran in on four legs, Santana was more aware of him in his wolf form. His scent was thicker, stronger and his heart rate was quicker and precise to tune into. She sat back, sitting with her back against the wall and arms dangling off her knees. Kurt burst into the office and cried out soon as he saw his father's body.
She moved to come to Kurt's side but Kurt growled at her in warning. Kurt knew she killed him. She was still smeared with his blood on her forehead but other than the blood smeared on Burt's lips, he didn't look like Santana ripped him apart in a fight for Alpha. Kurt would see that eventually and know that Santana hadn't fought him. Now she just needed to say back and let Kurt deal with his anguish and loss.
Two different sets of tires squealed in the parking lot. She sniffed slightly and breathed in the distinct scents of Blaine, Quinn, and Brittany. Footsteps pounded on the pavement and each stomp brought a new wave of pain in her temple, not used to her heightened senses. Blaine gasped and dropped the pile of clothes from his hands to the floor. Quinn stopped in her tracks and took in the sight of the office.
Burt's cup of coffee was still steaming slightly. Nothing was out of place and the office didn't look like a final fight for Alpha between two wolves. Kurt was holding Burt to his chest and crying out, tears pouring from his eyes. Blaine came up behind him and rested his forehead on Kurt's shoulder, one hand on Kurt's arm. Santana was near the corner, knees pulled into her chest, eyes wide and blood smeared on her forehead. Brittany called out San's name and rushed to her side, pulling Santana into her arms and inspecting her for any damage.
"San, what happened?" Brittany whispered as she inspected her forehead. She felt much more safe now that Brittany was wrapping her up in her arms. With the touch of her mate she felt herself come back into an awareness she hadn't realized she'd left.
"Burt asked me here to talk. He was sick, knew he was dying. He had information to give me before he gave me right as Alpha. There was nothing I could do," She chocked out, surprised by the wetness she became aware of on her cheeks. Brittany pulled her into a tight hug and Santana cried into her shoulder.
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Burt's funeral was a few days later. Quinn's family took care of all the details as Mrs. Fabray was in charge of Burt's final wishes. Burt knew he was going to die soon and took care of everything before he'd called Santana to meet him. When Quinn and Brittany had left so early in the morning Mrs. Fabray had known what happened.
The entire town gathered for Burt's funeral. It didn't surprise her or her pack that Burt was so important to everyone. What did surprise her was the handful of adults that made a point to introduce themselves to her and inform her of their position within the council. Mr. Pierce was one who didn't approach her and she was terrified to talk to him. Brittany's mark wasn't hidden. Mr. Pierce had to know what was going on with her and his daughter.
But today was not the day to talk about biting and sex with Brittany so she was grateful that Mr. Pierce didn't put them in that position but she was very aware that that talk would be happening soon. Far sooner than she'd like. She still needed to talk to Brittany about it.
Kurt was distant with all of them and even Blaine but at least he allowed Blaine to stay close. Santana kept her distance since Kurt still blamed her. Kurt knew the truth, the facts of what happened that morning but he hadn't accepted it yet. He was just a son who lost his father. Santana was prepared to give Kurt all the space and time he needed.
Quinn ran between the two of them to help; Kurt with adjusting to life without his father and Santana with her new knowledge and enhanced abilities to being Alpha. She'd received the answers she'd been holding for so long but new questions were presented to her. One being who the hell poisoned Burt and why? Her gut twisted and she felt so uneasy whenever he back was pointed west of town. It was like her wolf knew something wicked was on the edge of town there, just outside the border of her land.
It wasn't till two weeks after Burt's funeral did she feel that wickedness cross over her border. Spikes of awareness jabbed into her spine when it happened and all over her senses were on alert. She didn't know how many or who but someone was here in her town and they did not have good intentions when they crossed over the border.
She didn't tell Kurt since he had so much to worry about but she did inform Quinn that something was here and it was something they'd have to deal with to protect the town. As she thought over her reaction much later in the week she realized it hadn't been a conscious thought of protecting the town, she'd just stepped up into the role of protector.
Quinn was on alert with her but a week after feeling the danger pass onto her land she didn't feel such a threat anymore. It confused her. Danger was here but where? Her senses balanced out and weren't so obvious like an exposed nerve. Now it felt like she was healed over and whole again. It took weeks but she finally felt like herself again but more powerful, more aware.
Now it was just a matter of following Burt's advice and finding a balance and control over herself and her wolf. At first she went alone but Quinn flipped at the idea of her on her own with danger out there. So Brittany would go spend time with Kurt and Blaine while she and Quinn headed out into the woods to run around on four legs or play fight to burn off excess energy.
Coming into her next mating cycle she did feel more in control and better about herself but she still did not want to risk it with her mate. Brittany was the most important person to her. She could not allow herself or anyone to hurt her. So when the cycle happened for this month she was locked securely away in her cage.
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Santana ran back to her apartment after finally coming back into her senses after her cycle ended. Her wolf was sexually frustrated and so was she but she did feel much better these days after giving her wolf some time out. She had hope things would get better but she wasn't willing to test it out just yet. If it wasn't successful Brittany would get hurt and she knew she couldn't handle it again if she was the cause of hurting her mate.
She shifted back once she reached the backside of her apartment. She listened and heard shuffling up in her apartment. She took a cautious sniff and smiled as the peachy tang of Brittany's scent pierced her senses. Any worry, pain, or stress immediately lifted from her body by being near her mate again after a week.
She pulled out some sweats and tee out of her backseat and dressed quickly before padding up barefoot to her apartment door. She smiled when she walked in and her eyes immediately found Brittany who was in her kitchen putting the icing on some cupcakes. Brittany didn't seem to hear her entrance so she closed the door quietly and slipped up behind her.
She wrapped her arms around Brittany's waist and chuckled when Brittany jumped in surprise, being pulled out of her thoughts. "Your back," Brittany whispered. Santana leaned her nose into Brittany's neck and inhaled long and deep. Everything inside her calmed at once and she smiled into the flesh of Brittany's neck, lips puckering to place the softest of kisses.
Brittany wrapped her hands over Santana's and laced their fingers together. She kissed at Brittany's neck again and hummed in happiness. "I'm glad your back," Brittany said. It wasn't hard to pick up the layers of sadness in Brittany's voice.
Brittany spun in her arms and wrapped her arms around her neck, looking down the short distance at her. Santana smiled softly but the sadness leaked out between them. They hadn't talked about what's been going on with them. She meant to, when she returned from her talk with Burt but then everything happened and their issues had been pushed back so they could focus on helping Kurt.
"Can we talk about this?" Brittany asked. Their thoughts were synced and it brought relief to Santana that they still shared that despite their intimacy distance.
Brittany pushed forward, leading Santana back till her knees hit the couch and she lost her balance. She fell into the cushions and Brittany straddled her. "Wha..?" She was cut off by Brittany's lips crashing into hers. It was fast and frantic and Brittany's hands came up to tangle into her hair. She reacted at the forcefulness and finally having Brittany back in her arms after a week of chains and suffering.
Brittany's hips moved against her, arousal seeping into the air and filling her senses. She reacted, as her body was programmed to when it came to Brittany. Instantly she was straining against her sweats and thrusting up trying to find friction against Brittany. Brittany ground down hard against her and left her growling for more. Brittany smiled against her lips and sat up.
"Where are you going?" She asked, gasping out as Brittany slipped away from her grasp. "I thought we were talking?"
Brittany smirked and reached for the hem of Santana's sweats. "I find you listen better to actions," Brittany pulled at the waist of her sweats till they pooled at her ankles. Her cock sprung free and smacked against her stomach where her shirt had ridden up. Brittany looked at her with pure hunger and desire. Her ocean blue eyes darkened and her tongue peeked out to moist pink lips. She gulped as her stomach flipped and her wolf howled with excitement.
"I don't know, shouldn't we use words this time?" Santana asked not confident yet in her ability to control herself. It was already fraying at the edges just seeing how Brittany looked ready devour her. Brittany knelt in front of her, pushing up her shirt till the bottom of her breasts were met with cool air.
"Let me do the talking," Brittany shot back before leaning down and taking her entire cock into her mouth. She sputtered when the tip of her cock probed the back of Brittany's throat and the tightest suction wrapped around her. Brittany pulled back till San was only half way in her mouth. Her jaw dropped and her muscles clenched as Brittany sucked hard, tongue flicking rapidly against the head of her cock.
She gripped at the couch cushions, head tossed back and back arching, "OH DEAR SWEET MOTHER OF ALL THINGS!" Brittany gripped her balls and rubbed in a circular motion before holding them firmly. She continued to suck hard as she began to bob her head up and down. Occasionally she would release with a wet pop, pull back for air and smile at the trail of saliva that traveled from San's cock to her lips. Before she could even form words to say something to Brittany she was back to being sucked off like she was the worlds greats lollipop and Brittany couldn't get enough.
She felt that coil tighten and her vision blurred around the edges. Her balls twitched, warning Brittany that she was about to explode in a violent burst of intense pleasure. Brittany pulled halfway back, and sucked while stroking. That coil inside her snapped as she doubled over, her muscles clenching as she came in hot rough spurts. Her entire body trembled and her toes curled. Brittany gripped her tightly and swallowed in quick gulps as she continued to come for long seconds.
She panted as her muscles finally released from their clamp and her toes flexed out as she relaxed back into the couch. Brittany pulled back with a wet pop and licked her lips with the biggest smile on her face. A tiny dribble of cum traveled down Brittany's chin which was wiped away with a thumb. She growled when Brittany licked her thumb clean.
"What...was...that?" She asked still surprised and incredibly turned on. Brittany stood up and quickly removed her own clothes before straddling San's limp body.
"Just trying to make an argument in my favor. I had thought about making a power point to show the pro's and con's of our sex life before that week. I thought a more hands on approach would work better," Brittany rubbed against her, wetness coating the top of her cock. She shuddered at being so close to where she was desperate to be. Brittany reached down, ripping of Santana's shirt and grabbing at her exposed breasts.
Her hands went to Brittany's thighs and gripped there as Brittany pinched her nipples and palmed them roughly. She was too excited and her wolf was pawing at her consciousness telling her to take Brittany, make her theirs again. She promised she was going to and her wolf growled in consent. She had control. She leaned forward, nipping at Brittany's mark and causing her to buck her hips wildly into Santana's crotch.
The heat between their naked bodies was intense and warmed her everywhere. She palmed at Brittany's ass, rubbing them faster together and building up that tension between them. Brittany gasped and reached up to find a hold in Santana's hair. She tugged till Santana was looking up at her with lust hooded eyes. "Take me," Brittany demanded before leaning down and kissing her roughly, forcing her tongue between Santana's lips and making her tongue Brittany's play thing.
She growled and sat forward, spreading Brittany's thighs more and then thrust up. She slipped in easily with Brittany's wetness and buried herself to the hilt. Brittany's head shot back as she moaned and gasped at being entered so quickly and forcefully.
"Oh god yes, San!" Brittany bounced against her hips as they found a frantic and wild rhythm. She focused on bouncing boobs and leaned forward to take one between her teeth. She bit down without being too hard and Brittany trembled in her arms.
"Make me yours San! Fuck me harder!" Brittany demanded. She growled around the nipple still between her lips and sucked hard. The hands in her hair gripped tighter, pulling at her scalp but she didn't acknowledge the sharp pain. She reached down wrapping her hands underneath Brittany's thighs and lifted to hold all of Brittany's weight. She shifted down a bit till she was lined up better and began thrusting up so fast that she could barely catch her breath.
"God yes! Fuck me! Harder," Brittany gasped out, head tossed back and holding on to Santana's hair like her life depended on it. She brought more strength into her upward thrusts, gritting her teeth in the effort after she released Brittany's nipple with another hard suck and sharp nip.
Brittany bounced against her grip on her thighs, thankful for her wolf strength to keep holding her up while thrust up at an almost awkward angle. Brittany screamed, muscles clenching around her. She felt the rush of Brittany's orgasm gush around her and she lifted up, twisted and deposited Brittany down on the couch cushions beneath her.
She held those thighs up till Brittany's knees were by her head. She repositioned and slipped back in thrusting back with the speed and roughness she was before. She was very aware of everything. Brittany's comfort from the position, her quick pants from her second orgasm building. She was still in control and it spurred her own. She could go fast and hard to gentle and soft and everything in between. Her wolf was enjoying the pleasure and not gnawing at the edges of her restraint. She gave in to her need and want burning between the two of them, leaning down at nipping at Brittany's mark.
Her release took her by storm, Brittany falling with her as they panted, gasped, and twitched. She released Brittany's thighs and long legs came to rest down around her sides as she collapsed on top of Brittany with burning lungs and twitches of pleasure.
"Holy shit," She breathed out into Brittany's neck.
"So do I win the argument?" Brittany ran her fingers through Santana's sweaty hair with a smirk of complete satisfaction.
"You win every argument. I don't even think there was a chance for a challenging statement," She gasped out with a chuckle.
"You kept your control," Brittany nudged at Santana's shoulder with her nose and followed that with a kiss onto sweaty skin.
"I did," She replied smiling into Brittany's neck.
"So can I hope for more sexy times like this?" Brittany asked.
She sat up on her elbows and looked down at Brittany's hopeful expression. "Like this? Absolutely."
"What about your next cycle?" Brittany asked, biting her bottom lip at the risky topic.
"I can't promise I'll be okay with it by the next one. However, we can try to build up to it and see from there?" She asked hoping that would satisfy Brittany.
Brittany reached down, running fingers gently over her wrists, "I just hate the idea of you locking yourself up and me being here all horny and no amazing girlfriend to satisfy me."
"Oh god. Don't say stuff like that. I can't handle it," She shivered at the though of Brittany lying around in her apartment, legs spread, wet and waiting for her. Her body reacted first before Brittany's but it was only seconds till Brittany was just as aroused.
Brittany pushed against her shoulders till she was sitting back on her ankles, only then having pulled out. She watched as her cum leaked out from between Brittany's folds but was then distracted by Brittany getting up from the couch and pulling her along till they reached her bed. Brittany crawled forward on her knees before resting her head against the pillows, leaving her backside high in the air.
"What are you waiting for? I want you to fuck me like you mean it," Brittany wiggled her ass and her wolf nudged her to act quickly before it did. She growled out in arousal, feeling her canines extend. She knelt behind Brittany's exposed backside and leaned down, licking from clit to the small of her back. Brittany shivered as her tongue lapped up their combined juices and ran all the way between her ass cheeks.
She nipped down on Brittany's left ass cheek and grinned when Brittany bucked back at her and moaned. "God San, just fuck me already," Brittany demanded trying to reach back and grab at her hip to pull her forward. She smirked, feeling her canines scrape against her lips. She scooted forward till she was lined up at Brittany's dripping entrance and wasted no time driving home.
She was buried deep and only pulled out slightly with each quick thrust, ramming into her cervix with each deep penetrating thrust. Brittany's hands shot up to grip at the head board, pushing herself back against Santana's thrust and to keep her form being pushed up into it.
Santana leaned forward driving herself more downward and hitting that spot inside that made Brittany's senses explode. "Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god! Shit, right there! Fuck!" Brittany wasn't holding back as San continued to trust against that special place inside. "Shit! FUCK ME WITH THAT BIG FAT COCK OF YOURS!" Brittany screamed before biting down into her pillow.
Hearing Brittany talk so dirty to her made everything skyrocket with arousal. She gripped down on Brittany's hips, leaned back and pulled all the way out with her thrusts now instead of quick and short. She still kept her speed but made sure to stroke against everything as she pulled in and out. She reached down and made quick tight circles against Brittany's clit. Within seconds Brittany's back was arching down into the mattress, legs bent up, toes curled and Brittany was screaming her name.
A gush of wet warmth shot out at her and she looked down surprised. Finding herself drenched with Brittany's cum, having her squirt against her sent her flying over the edge. She collapsed forward, biting down on Brittany's mark and filling her so full of cum that it was bursting out around them.
She panted and felt all of her strength leave her. She tilted to the side, pulling them both to lie on their sides. She wrapped her arms around Brittany's waist but they were both so satisfied that neither could move. Santana didn't even bother to pull out as Brittany snuggled into her and they both promptly fell asleep.
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It finally felt like the world was back in order when they woke up in the morning. She woke to lazy kisses, they showered together, and got ready for school. They'd even gotten there early enough to have a few minutes to make out in the car.
She walked Brittany to class and went to meet Quinn in gym. She couldn't keep the giant ass smile off her face. Quinn was at her locker changing when Santana joined her. "Hey chica," She greeted Quinn and pulled open her locker door, pulling out her gym clothes to get changed. She waited for the other girls to head out before changing into her shorts quickly. Quinn stood guard just in case someone came around the corner.
"You seem to be in a good mood this morning," Quinn commented.
"Yeah, Britt and I talked some things out last night," She smiled bigger around her words and just thinking about that conversation made her cheeks heat up, not that she could actually blush or get caught doing it.
"Sure sounded like a good conversation last night," Quinn smirked and slammed her locker door closed. Her jaw dropped and then she groaned. Quinn and her stupid wolf hearing.
"Well...um...we..." She shook her head and pinched the bridge of her nose. This was embarrassing. She needed to graduate high school and move off the Fabray land so Quinn could stop perving on her and Brittany.
"It's okay. I only caught the last few minutes," Quinn shrugged and closed her locker door.
"That's okay? I don't want you to hear at all," She snapped in return. She closed her locker door and they both made way for the football field.
"I'm just glad you two are back to normal this morning. These past couple of months have been hell watching you two," Quinn groaned and rolled her eyes.
"I'm glad we talked it out, myself," She admitted also relieved to be in a better place with her relationship with Brittany.
"I bet you are," Quinn joked. Santana smacked her arm and Quinn went to return the gesture but Santana took off at a run to the field. Their classmates watched in amused horror as 'Satan' and 'Lion Quinn' came tearing onto the field in fits of giggles.
Lunch time came around and Santana met Brittany to walk her to the cafeteria. They joined Quinn, Sam, Kurt and Blaine at their normal table. Everyone but Quinn watched in relieved amusement when it took nearly three minutes of kissing before Brittany let her go get their lunch.
She came back with two trays loaded down with food and saw a boy with buzzed hair, dark complexion and wearing a worn leather jacket talking to Brittany. He had one foot propped up on her seat and he was bent forward with arms crossed over his knee. Quinn was shooting him her bitch glare while Blaine held a hand down on Kurt's shoulder. Sam just seemed to watch in amusement as Brittany kept shaking her head no and trying to ignore him.
She set their tray down in front of Brittany and kicked out at the boys boot. His foot slipped and he barely manged to catch himself against the table before busting his balls on the seat. He glared at her and she snarled in return.
"Hey babe," Brittany said pulling her down to sit and proceeded to split the food between them. She seemed oblivious to the stare she was having with this knuckle dragger. Brittany pushed the bottle of juice into her hand and gained her attention with a hand high up on her thigh under the table.
"I'll talk to you later Brittany," He said and stalked away with a smirk. She growled which only surprised Brittany and Sam. Sam more than Brittany.
"Whoa, what's wrong babe?" Brittany asked.
"I don't like him," She gritted out through her teeth.
"Who? Jake? He's new here. I don't think anyone likes him but give him some time. You used to be the new kid if you remember and no body liked you," Brittany shrugged and tore into her sandwich.
"Ha! No one likes her now," Sam chuckled which earned a glare from everyone at the table. "Sorry," He mumbled before hiding his face in his burger and fries.
"I refuse to give him time. I don't like him. He was flirting with you," She growled again. She hadn't realized but she'd ripped her sandwich into tiny shreds and sighed at the destroyed food when she realized it would be more challenging to eat now.
"No he wasn't," Brittany looked at her confused.
"Yeah he was. He's been flirting with you all week. I thought that with everything being weird between you and Satan these past few months that you two finally broke up and you were moving on. Figured that's why San was missing all last week," Sam chimed in, oblivious to the glares from Santana and Brittany's confusion.
"He's been flirting with you all week?" Santana looked over with raised eyebrows. She couldn't ask Quinn, Kurt, or Blaine cause they all had been dealing with their own cycles. Brittany had been here alone with only Sam the idiot to protect her.
"Well, he's been talking to me. Thought I would be nice since he doesn't have any friends. No one's really talking to him since he beat up Puck on the first day here," Brittany answered.
"Wait, he beat up Puck? Why?" She asked finding the need to learn everything about this Jake.
"Something about blood and Puck's waste of it," Sam chimed in with a shrug. "Either way it was epic. Jake just lifted Puck up and slammed him through some lockers. Turned into a epic showdown in the middle of the hall. Took four teachers and Coach Beastie to pull them apart."
"Well he better stay away from Britt or I'll rip him apart," She growled at the threat. How dare someone swoop in on her mate while she was away.
Sam laughed, "After seeing what he did to Puck I doubt he would be terrified of you."
She shot a glare his way and sat up from her seat a little. Sam jumped and dropped his burger in fright. She chuckled and smirked his direction. She would get Jake to fear her and stay away from her mate. She wrapped her arm tightly around Brittany's shoulders and ate what she could of her lunch.
Authors note: So an extra long chapter for you all. Some interesting stuff to move the plot forward. Thoughts?
Thanks again to all of you who leave me reviews and prompts. Because of all of you this fic is as strong as it is. I wouldn't have anything to write if you all didn't keep sending me prompts. So keep coming up with ideas and I'll keep filling them for you. After all this is a fan's fic.