Deadwood's Home

[Samantha Deadwood]

Front door:


Back yard:


Downstairs:


Kitchen:






Bedroom:

[Zoey Carlile]

Zoey gave a hiccup as her eyes watered. She had no idea what she was doing anymore. She had no idea where she was. Was this a property, a sidewalk, or was she on the road, minuets/seconds away from being hit?  Whimpering, Zoey's fingers tightened around her stick, as she wobbled it on the ground, getting ready to start moving, feeling solid ground. A sidewalk..or a road, but Zoey couldn't hear any cars, so it had to be the first one. Leting out a shaky breath, Zoey forced her tired legs to move, and with her other hand, she held her suitcase, tightening her grip on that as well. Grunting, the little thing began to walk, feeling the fabric of her sweater move with her. There was a sound of..chirping? Birds.

I wonder what it looks like. Stopping, Zoey tilted her head to the side, waiting to hear it again. The bird chirped once more. A sparrow. Nodding, Zoey dropped her suitcase, and raised her hand, waving in it's direction. She had to greet every living thing, and hope that it lived a long, nice life. Something Zoey was beginning to think she'd never have. Blinking, and turning her gaze away, though there was nothing to see, Zoey kept going, only to feel her foot get caught on something, and she dropped her stick, falling forward. "Eeep!" She sqweaked, throwing out her hands to catch herself, so she wouldn't face plant..something she had done many, many times before. Feeling all of her weight being held up, She let out a sigh as she let her hands give way, and she gently lay in the..grass? Now where am I? Lifting her head, Zoey sniffed. Was that..food? Becoming desperate to find the source of warmth and yummy-ness, Zoey left her stuff where it was, where ever it was, seeing how when she fell, the flung the things away from her, not wanting to land on it.


Getting onto her knees, Zoey crawled forward, feeling the objects around her, with her fingers. Tracing the outline of something..cold, Zoey concluded that it was, well, stairs. Smiling victoriously, Zoey climbed, or crawled, them, hoping the Owner was home. Feeling around, Zoey found herself now on some sort of porch, and felt her way to what felt like a door. Running her hand across it, Zoey gave a small cough, wondering if maybe there was a doorbell, and if there was one, if she'd be able to reach it. Giving up on her search, Zoey curcled her fingers into a ball, and gave a good knock. "Hello?" She called out, hoping someone would hear, and if someone did answer, that, well, that they'd be nice. Zoey wasn't up for some grouch. Not when she was hungry and sleepy. Waiting for a second, Zoey knocked again, then twice more. "Hellooo?" She called out once more, stretching out the 'Os'.

[Samantha Deadwood]

Samantha was walking at the worn path, her gaze traveling around the world. She liked the silence it was... Peaceful and then she heard Dante's voice in the back of her head and she growled. Damn wolf. If this wasn't the only pack... Of course she could easily be a rogue again but she wanted to try a pack life for once. Giving a small snuff the dominant she-wolf was heading towards the main house where most of the werewolves hung for a short time and then dispersed to their own houses. She was climbing the stairs when her gaze shot towards the forest and ears followed pursuit. She took in a deep sniff and growled under her breath. No way was she in the mood to deal with Hawthorne again, not because of what he said. Please, the stubborn wolf wouldn't listen which sooner or later is going to get herself in trouble. She quickly pulled her hood up, Sam didn't have much friends, at least not around the territory. She kept to herself and that made people asking why she's even in a pack she's heard them all before.

Retreating from the porch with one swift kick off the front step she started to walk off towards the woods once again just in time to see Dante leaving the woods followed by a male and female wolf. Giving a small sigh she went back to the days in Highschool. The days when she was completely alone her brothers protected her for most of her years making sure no one messed with her but when she was alone in her Junior year that's when reality set in. Being called names because she wore skater-type clothes, books falling from her hands as someone pushed her into the lockers. She was a lone wolf and where was her pack, her brothers that said nothing was going to happen to her well... They weren't there. So, Sam became what she knew no one wanted to be around and who no one would mess with a, bitch.

She shut herself in her own shell and was a smart mouth person that got in trouble a lot. Suddenly a "knight in shinning armor.' Rescued her, well the knight was a girl and she was in a cute geeky chic clothes. They became friends and soon enough she can now call her, her best friend. She wondered where she was anyway, giving a soft sigh she looked at her iPhone. No messages or missed calls, well wasn't she popular then a vibration came to her hand and she looked down it was one of her skater buddies who wanted to hang out. Keeping it unread she put it back in her back pocket and started to walk towards her home it was on the farthest side of the territory it was secluded and no one would bother her.

She fixed her timber wolves hat an then her hoodie and keeping her head low she came into a welcome of warmth and the smell of home. Walking towards the kitchen she made some homemade chicken noodle soup yesterday and since she didn't feel like cooking anything special she settled on left overs. The chicken was taken fresh from a farmer's own farm. Grabbing a stew pot she placed it on the hot stove and she placed it in the container. Quickly she went upstairs and took a shower replacing her jeans and hoodie with a pair of sweatpants and a sports bra. She looked at her form in the mirror, and she gave a soft sigh before pulling her wet hair in a messy bun. Walking down the stairs she heard a soft knock at first she made nothing of it. Finally she heard a firmer knock followed by a shrilly 'hello?' Giving a snuff she went towards her door and pulled it open finally her gaze landed on a girl. Chase, her ghost puppy had came out of hiding and gave a small bark at the stranger. Sam looked her over, very long hair and a petite form she was only four or five though. Slowly she leaned down, "Hello sweetie." She said in a soft voice that sounded kind and caring then she noticed the way her eyes were milky, she was blind and in the cold. She gave a frown and looked around, no parents and her walking stick was on the ground at the bottom of the steps, and didn't know much to do, "I'm not going to ask any questions. Come on in there is soup if you would like some." She knew what it was like being a runaway at least if she was a runaway. She walked to the end of the porch and grabbed her walking stick then led her into her toasty home that had the fragrance of chicken soup.

[Zoey Carlile]

"Hello sweetie." At the sound of a sugary sweet voice, Zoey gave a startled sqweak. She hadn't thought any one was home, for you see she had knocked nearly a million times, calling out, yet no one answered. So she got lost in her thoughts. Though when that sudden voice was in her ears, Zoey snapped out of it, instinctivly letting out a little whine. She didn't want to be chased away, but when she analyzed the way the female, it had to be a female whom answered, for the voice was too feminine to be male, had spoken to Zoey, she realized something. This definitly was no human. Shifting her gaze, Zoey reached out her hands, feeling her way inside. The elder female had moved, probably going to pick up her stuff down the steps, and crawled inside.

The scent of fresh food and the warm-ness of the house caused Zoey to let out a satisfied giggle. Standing up, she licked her dry, pink lips, and reached for the other female, taking hold of the female's pants, and she smiled up at her, wondering what this female looked like, and what her age was. "I'm Zoey, and thank you for this.." She gave a little laugh, hoping this female was as nice as she sounded. All Zoey really knew, is how glad she was, that this female didn't feel like she should ask questions about Zoey, like where she came from, where are her parents, blah blah blah. Wiggling, she waited to be led to, well, wherever. All Zoey wanted to do was stuff her face, and sleep all day/night. Looking around the house, though in reality, Zoey couldn't see anything, she let out a sigh. The houst smelt homey, and though she wished she hadn't, Zoey felt at home. She knew how hard others had found taking care of her was..she just didn't want to make this female seem like Zoey was her responsibilty. Giving a little grunt, Zoey felt like something was ripping at her skin, which of course, she had to give out a little whine, though quickly she hid it, with a cough.

[Samantha Deadwood]

Samantha starred towards the young girl an gave a light smile. She's never had a little sister before so she honestly didn't know what she was supposed to do. As the young girl began to feel her way into the large home she resided in she paused next to her. Wondering what it would be like unable to see anything that was around the world. Not being able to know what a sunset looks like, nor even knowing what the color yellow or blue is she frown and gently touched her on the head. Before she knew it her leg was seized and she looked down upon her. The ghost dog that inhabited her domain began to sniff at the girl and he barked, others could some how see him but only abnormals. A regular human couldn't or Chase could easily make himself known to anyone. The small pup gave a small whine as he was hungry and Sam was too no doubt the girl, now formally known as Zoey, was as well. She gave a small smile, "Hello Zoey, I'm Samantha but you can call me Sam." She said in a pleasant tone.

Sam gently took her hand and started to walk forward to the kitchen. The chicken noodle soup was smelling the houses with spices and an alluring fragrance. Gently lifting her up she placed her on the stool that made access to counter. She placed three bowls on the island and grabbed a ladle, turning the stove off she placed the steaming pot of soup under an oven mitt so it wouldn't ruin the granite. Dipping the ladle into the soup she poured it in the three individual bowls and grabbed two spoons. Placing one bowl on the floor she grabbed another and placed it in front of little Zoey she handed her the spoon and told her where it was, "Careful, pup, it's hot." She warned and then leaned against the island and grabbed her own food. She then almost forgot, jumping off the counter she moved towards her cabinet and took out some fresh bread she made as well. Buttering three pieces she handed one to her puppy who was already scarfing down his soup and one to Zoey, "Made fresh bread yesterday." She commented before placing herself back on the island. She contemplated a bit and then frowned she would have to go tell Dante about the newly arrived pup but she would take care of it later when she fell asleep. She figured no one would bother her since her house was towards the edge of the territory away from almost everyone.

[Zoey Carlile]

Zoey blanked out for some time, though she was brought back to this world when she felt hands around her, and she was being lifted off the ground. Smiling with her cheeks going rosy, Zoey tried not to wiggle in her seat, Zoey let her imagination roam. She imagined that the house was big, which it probably was, with lots of rooms. She imagined a family lived here, or did live here, and they were happy.
Sighing, Zoey brought herself out of her mind again, letting her hands roam the table in front of her, until they came across the bowl. Taking note of Sam's warning, Zoey waited awhile for her soup to cool down before she grabbed her spoon, and dipped it in. Bringing the spoon to her peach colored lips, Zoey blew on it before she slightly opened her mouth, and sipped. "Mmm.. She gave a little shiver as the hot ran along down her throat. It felt good, espiceally when Zoey's insides had felt so cold.  "This is nice." She murmured, reaching out her other hand to grasp her bread, before she nibbled on it. Licking the crumbs from the corners of her mouth, Zoey smiled in Samantha's direction before she spooned some soup into her mouth, and nibbled her bread, letting her legs swing back and forth..

[Avery Deadwood]

"I brought food!" Aurora called out her usual greeting as she pushed her way into Samantha's house and kicked the door shut behind her. Like usual, she came bearing gifts. It had sort of become a habit by this point. If they needed to talk, she brought something snacky like doughnuts or cookies. If they were pissed at each other, she brought chocolate. And when she was trying to convince her best friend to join her at the annual ball, she brought a wolf's favorite food; steak. "And against my better judgement, I brought meat." Rory said the word like it was profanity, and to her it was nearly the same thing. Setting the styrofoam boxes of food down on Sam's kitchen counter, Rory spun around to lean back against it. For a few moments she stood there, trying to figure out how to talk the SOTU ball up to Sammy. With a deep breath, she grabbed the box containing steak and French fries before making her way slowly towards the stairs.

"I'm even waiting on you! Wrack up the bonus points, hun." Rory called as she neared Sam's bedroom. Knocking twice on the door, she pushed it open and barged into the room. So many things were going on inside of her head, the two biggest being the ball and boys. Specifically, Sam's brother. Rory knew that she should tell Sam about Bryce being in town, but she wasn't sure how to. So, instead she offered her friend and grin and nodded towards her closet. "Grab your dancing shoes, sweet heart. We've got a party to attend."

[Samantha Deadwood]

Samantha was sleeping lazily in her bedroom. She hadn't gotten much sleep last night since her squalling with Dante she was grumpy as hell and had ran the whole night away coming home at four am. She was pressed down into her plush pillows and she snuggled deeper into the comforter snuggling up the warmth and trying to keep it for herself. That's when she heard her door open and a familiar voice hit her ears. Alright she got food and she inhaled smelling fresh meat before Rory even said anything about it. It was cow and it smelled delicious, however Sammy didn't want to get up she never wanted to leave her bed. Shifting her eyes to the alarm clock on her nightstand, damn she had slept the whole day away. Oh well.

That's when she heard footsteps coming up to her bedroom and she grumbled to herself instantly pulling the comforters over her head. She for one didn't feel like getting up at all and pulling the covers over her head she grumbled darkly. That's when the dreaded best friend entered and kicked the door open. She peaked her head upwards, "Ugh, no leave me here to sleep." She complained and that's when she shot up. Dancing shoes, oh hell no, she was not going to the Winter Ball. Her invitation had already came and it was in the trashcan in her bathroom. She quickly shot out of her bed and then shook her head, "Hell. To. The. No! I am not going to that lame ass ball and you can't make me." She snuffed and then sat on her bed, yawning lightly. Her hair in tangled waves and as she ran them through her hair.

[Avery Deadwood]

Avery toddled about the Deadwood home happily, looking for some sort of mischief. The young hybrid had been growing at a steady rate in the few weeks since her birth. She now appeared to be about three or four years old, with auburn curls that fell down to her waist and bright blue eyes that were full of curiosity. Avery had greatly taken after her mother when it came to her appearance. She had the same smooth complexion, the same ivory skin, and the same petite body structure. However, her personality matched that of her father. Avery was outgoing and sporty and pretty charming. Most people who met her just couldn’t help but to fall in love. Constantly, she was running and dancing and laughing.  She could now speak, and she seemed much smarter than any average toddler. Avery could already read and write; she could rationalize and carry on a conversation. It wasn’t abnormal for a hybrid child to grow so quickly, both mentally and physically. They usually stopped their physical growth completely around the age of seven years old. By that time, Avery would appear to be in her early twenties at the latest. Most supernatural hybrids lived long and happy lives, seemingly immortal. And Avery would live just as long as the rest of her lycan family, if not longer.

“Come on, Bambi!”Avery sang happily, making soft cooing noises towards the little fawn that she kept as a pet. One day she had happened upon the creature in the forest, lost and motherless; just like her. Since then the two of them had stuck by each other’s side, through thick and thin. The fawn trotted happily after Avery, still wobbly on its small legs. “Let’s see if there’s cookies.” Avery suggested, as the two of them entered the kitchen. Her blue eyes roamed across the countertops, searching for the cookie jar. Once she had spotted it, Avery clapped her hands in delight and moved towards the counter. Standing on her tiptoes, she attempted to grab the ceramic bear-shaped cookie jar. However she was just a tad bit short. After hopping up and down on her feet a few times, Avery sighed and moved to grab a chair. It was easy for her to drag the chair over to the counter; she had abnormal strength, due to the lycan blood that ran through her system. Once she was settled on the counter, Avery brought a chocolate chip cookie to her lips and took a big bite out of it. “Mmmm.” She said happily, grabbing another cookie and handing it down to her little friend, who was waiting patiently.

[Samantha Deadwood]

Her wolf was indeed in heat and she could feel the hormones started to attract from her body. Giving in a deep breath she continued to look at the other, truth is she already had found him pretty attractive before she was in heat so just being in this state made her a lot more attracted towards him. She closed her eyes and tried to get a grip of her wolf side, embarrassment crossed over her as her cheeks went light pink. Bright orbs of silver opened once more as she watched him, she knew his wolf had spotted the heat waves that came from her and rolled towards in heavy blast. The wolf inside her had felt the other's canine stir and it made her jerk slightly forward but she held herself against the wall and moved her face to stop from looking at him.

As he began to maneuver behind her as they walked she realized that she was completely nude, pheromones heavy from her wolf in the air. It did cause a little attention towards her especially to some of the males that had poked their heads out. A few wolves even came towards her and her wolf inside her gave a soft rumble like a coo but her humanity gave a soft snarl and she quickly hid her form behind Dante. As soon as they saw the alpha they hung their heads and their tails tucked in respect as they slowly moved off from the heated female. She took in a deep breath and looked up at him, "Luckily they won't try and cross you. Any other male they probably would fight." Of course this was her wolf speaking in a angelic like tone as her fingers ran down his muscular back. Though finally Sam conjured enough strength to yank her hand away, "Sorry." She said quickly and started to return to her walking towards her home, of course a few males still watched her from the distance. She gave a soft snuff though the canine inside her thought it was actually charming.

Coming across her house she opened the door and then heard a soft pounding of hooves. Great... Her niece was here and she told her not to bring her baby deer near the territory people could mistake her as food not a pet. She quickly wrapped her form with a blanket and slowly went towards the kitchen watching the younger hybrid and she gave a soft laugh, "You're father has been looking for you, he wanted to bring you to the festival." She shifted her form a little, "And I have some business to discuss with the Alpha." Giving the girl a quick kiss on the cheek and petting her doe she scooted her niece out the door, "I'll meet up with you at the fair, love you!" She called as she slammed the door her ghost dog, Chase, barking, "Take care of her." The hybrid wolf nodded and disappeared. She grabbed her head and her eyes soon became bright as her wolf form finally took over. She quickly went over towards the powerful he-wolf and gave a small coo. Touching the males arm, "Kiss me." She practically demanded as she slowly dropped her blanket her wolf gaze going up and locking onto Dante's.

[Dante Hawthorne]

Yes his inner wolf was going absolutely crazy within the walls of flesh and bone that held it captive. Dante still had control of himself at this point and only in a matter of time would he lose that sliver of humanity. His expression remained serious as they left the healer's home and began to cross the camp towards her own abode and the male stayed as close as he could to the she-wolf brushing up against her as they walked. The males that had also caught onto her scent did not go without Dante noticing them and acting on instinct he gave them all snarl to tell them to back off, eyes flashing gold as his wolf tried to push through and take control. This female was his and only his. No other male would be taking her from him tonight even if he had to fight to ensure that. Dante didn't even realize how possessive he sounded though it was his wolf, rather, that was projecting such thoughts into his head. He stared the other lesser males down till they lowered their head and tucked their tails showing him that they did not wish to tango with the alpha over the she-wolf in heat. There would be other females coming into season and without a doubt there were others that were already. If he wanted he could easily have any of them for most of the she-wolves had the hots for him due to his rank and nothing more; Dante could have his way with one and the hop to another if he so wished. But he wasn't going to. He couldn't abuse his power that way. Right now, he already had one and that was all that he needed. Hearing Sam's words, he looked over his shoulder towards her and just shrugged a little,''If they do wish to fight, I will, and they will run away with their tails tucked like cowards." He growled out, not towards her, but more so to the wolves that were watching them; a warning is what it was.

Arriving at the she-wolf's home, he was nearly all over her at this point as he had started to pull his arms around her and began nipping at her neck before the door was even open. However, he had to stop himself when she pulled away to go wrap herself up and call to a child. His expression remained the same as Dante stayed near the door and waited to see what she was going to do with said young; his wolf was growing impatient as it wanted nothing more than to nail the female in heat. It was getting to be a handful keeping his canine in check and it wouldn't be long before he succumbed its desires. Finally, the child was dealt with and as the female moved over towards him the more it drove his wolf insane to the point where he could no longer control it. Dante's eyes burned a brilliant gold as the it took over and he let out a little growl when she gave him a command, one that he had no problem fulfilling. While she said that she wanted him to kiss her, his wolf took that as 'fuck me right here'. The alpha grabbed the Deadwood girl around he waist and pulled her closer as he crushed his lips against her own, hands then sliding down to grab at her ass.

[Samantha Deadwood]

Sam had noticed his possessive stature as he had claimed her to be his for tonight. As he growled towards the other wolves that were trying to get some tail. If she wasn't guarded by the alpha they would have gladly took his place especially since the female was the one she-wolf that no one had a chance with. She had not once flicked her tail in their direction and they had to say that she looked rather good especially naked infront of them a much better clothing choice then the baggy sweatshirts and the athletic shorts she usually wore or her jeans. They starred after her and at the alpha's warning their ears slipped back and they slowly moved further away from the duo. Besides, a female went in heat twice a year and their were other females that had began to spring forth their scent for the males to pound. However, the others were too easy for some of the males and this las would be a pretty good prize. They would just have to wait till she had become in heat once more then if the Alpha hadn't gotten to her quick enough some of the males agreed to a challenging fight. Sam on the other hand was easily against the alpha as she could practically smell the other wolves giving out their own musky scent to attract the female towards them. She of course had been given quite the attention today.

At their house she felt his hands start to go at her and she felt his teeth nip against the soft flesh of her neck. She gave a low growl and managed to find the knob and open the door slightly stumbling in. Watching the child get out of the house her ghost dog easily guiding her to her father. She soon enough felt the other grip against her curvy waist and she didn't object as she was brought closer her hands gripping against his shirt as he had obeyed her she felt his lips connect against hers. Pulling away she gave him a soft nip as her wolf began to growl, most females were rather, rough when they were in heat and she was no exception. She grabbed at his hand and started to pull him up the stairs every now and again bumping him against the wall. She managed to get his shirt off and had unbottoned his pants however, she had managed to get to her bedroom. Her body pressed up against the door as her lips connected to Dante's a soft growl coming from her as she fiddled her fingers before clasping on the brass knob. Opening it up she moved her body to jump up her legs wrapped around her waist while her arms were around his neck.

[Dante Hawthorne]

If it were any other time of the year, there wasn't a chance in hell that Sam would even bat an eye to him. He was sure of that. On occasion he had wondered about a few things, had that 'what if' question run through his head a few times. Like, what if they didn't have that fight. Or, what if they actually got along. Even what if he actually had a chance with her. She was easy on the eyes after all and she was a very strong and able female. Dante knew that it was just her condition that was making her say those things from earlier and he wasn't really in the mood to start caring about it either. His right mind was clouded in a fog ever since he first caught scent of the pheromones that wafted off of the she-wolf in waves. All that the male was concerned about was how fast he could get into bed with Sam. His wolf was itching to get it's instinctual fix. 

As she slammed him against the wall a few times, he growled out at her though was enjoying the display of roughness. He knew he wouldn't be easy on her once they got inside. Dante was pressed against her bare form as her back hit the door still kissing and biting at her neck while she fumbled with the handle of it. From the anticipation alone the male was starting to get excited as a large bulge formed at the front of his pants, finally she had gotten the damn door open after what seemed to be too long for him and jumped up on him. More rumbles erupted from him as he kept her hoisted up and practically threw Sam onto the bed climbing on top of her like she was his prey. In a way, she was. Dante yanked his pants off the rest of the way and easily slipped out of his boxers allowing his manhood to spring out. His rough and hungry kisses traced down the she-wolf's neck leaving slightly bloodied marks and then to her breast as he started to ease her legs apart.

[Samantha Deadwood]

Sam had soon felt her body be crushed against the door feeling his rough bites only made the wolf in her go crazy. She really should be careful with just being patched up but she could already feel herself healing all there was, was a pink scar down her back however it was disappear in the morning. She kept her body against his and then she was slammed against the bed, well thrown. The wolf gave a soft snarl as he crawled upon her, hovering above like a piece of meat. She felt his teeth dig into her skin and she felt blood slip from the wounds. Sam gave a low grumble from deep within her throat, she gripped her teeth against his shoulder and gave a good bit instantly filling her mouth with the coppery taste, however, it tasted rather sweet.

She felt his teeth and sucks began to go for her breast and she gave a low groan. Feeling his hands go down and spread her legs apart she flashed her fangs but allowed her legs to open. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head upwards so it was near her face. She kissed him softly as she sucked against his lower lips and gave a good nip then moved her lips down his jawline and towards his neck where he received a few hickeys and bites as well. She was practically ready for the other male just wishing for the he-wolf to have his way with her. The she-wolf gave a low groan and slowly eased her head upwards to look at him a smirk playing against her lips, "Don't go easy on me, I like it rough." The wolf inside her told the other canine.

[Dante Hawthorne]

Feeling her fangs sink into his shoulder, he gave the female a low growl though had his attention on other more important matters so she could do whatever she wished to his body. Anything as long as he was still able to mount her. As he was about ready to thrust into the she-wolf, he caught a glimpse of her fangs and instantly snarled back at her his claws digging into the sides of her hips. His own wolf didn't like the sudden snap she gave him when he started to part her legs to get into position. The canine within the male was tempted to give her a good bite though instead his lips were snatched by Sam's into a deep kiss, leaving him with a nice little nip as she pulled back to mark up his neck. Dante's chest rumbled with a growl and while she spoke he quickly slipped into the female and gave her hardly no time to adjust to him before he began to steadily thrust.

[Samantha Deadwood]

She wiggled in his grasp as she felt the other's claws dig into her hips even harder causing her to, not like she wanted to, submit under the alpha's form as she gave a low snuff and pulled her lips back down to hide her fangs. Samantha's bright grey gaze widened as he had slipped his well sized member into her. Bright grey gaze slipping closed as her body maneuvered towards his thrust, hardly able to get used to it as he had already began to move. She gave a low groan and bit at her bottom lip as her hand gripped into his sides her claws slowly raking down his back as she scratched at him. Something she had to sink her teeth into knowing that soon enough she was going to give out a scream if he was about to go faster, knowing him, this wasn't even the full pace he was going. Her fingers ran through his hair and gave soft tugs as she slowly whispered into his ear some encouraging words. The wolf inside her ran her tongue from the top of his jawline towards his chin and giving a soft bit there.

[Dante Hawthorne]

It was not long before the male picked up his pace to something much swifter once he was comfortable and kept at it for a while after that. He could feel her claws rake down his back and a small amount of blood trickle down from it though the pain only brought him pleasure. She could bite and scratch all that she desired and he wouldn't complain. As she encouraged him, he gave a low growlish grunt in response feeling her fingers tangle in his hair and something wet slip along his jawline. Dante kept a hold of her hips with claws still nicking the soft flesh as he continued to pound away at her and slam into the she-wolf. His own wolf knew that by now she had submitted to him and there would be not a single interruption. A few times when he had wrangled himself a female in heat, they had suddenly rejected him half way through intercourse; his canine wasn't allowing that to happen again and felt a rush of power when Sam had submitted to him.

[Samantha Deadwood]

She had been right, the he-wolf had picked up pace and she was feeling the full force brought to her by the alpha-male that stayed on top of her. Pinning the other down by her hips she gave a soft whine of pleasure. However, the tables could easily turn and she could take back her power by trying to inject herself from him. Luckily for him the she-wolf was enjoying his companion ship. Sam was long gone and would be till their wolves had gotten their fix. She was partly aware of this and tried to fight for control all the while. Her wolf side however rejected any sort of humanity interruptions of leaving the male. She gave another louder whine as he had quickened his pace even more and her hips had regained the sharp claw marks that bore into her skin with each quick thrust. Soon her eyes faded for a moment as Sam's human side slipped by the wolf feeling the immense pleasure and allowing her guard to go down. The female tried to get the he-wolf out of her as her gaze looked into Dante's wolf eyes. They closed however and soon the vibrant glowing grey wolf hues were back as she growled for the other to continue on. Soon a heavy scream laced the air as she formed the words 'Dante' to come out.

[Dante Hawthorne]

Completely unaware of the battle going on within the other, Dante moved his hips to a steady pace as he continued thrusting into the she-wolf under him. His own wolf was having no trouble keeping his human side suppressed partially because deep down Dante himself was kind of okay with this. Despite him being popular with the she-wolves in camp and being quite the charmer he honestly didn't get that much tail anymore as he used to and this was the first in a long time that he was able to get this far. How much he would regret it in the morning when they came to their senses, mainly Sam, he wouldn't know. Growling out again, he pulled her harder against him as he started to feel the female start to slip away almost, like she was trying to pull off of him. Bright gold gaze slipping down to her, he gave the woman a flash of his fangs and as she screamed his name he moved a little faster while he fought to stay inside the she-wolf. It was starting to get difficult the more she wiggled around like she no longer wanted him to satisfy her. Dante's claws dug in a little deeper before he tried to get into a different position and tried to move the she-wolf onto her knees.

[Samantha Deadwood]

Feeling him press her harder against him as she had tried to move away it was no use, the wolf was winning in this game of tug a war and he wasn't letting Sam slip through his grasp. She gave a low groan as he steadied his pace a little. Was it so wrong that Sam actually was enjoying this a little, she had been kept with her brothers for a long time and she hadn't really had full of sex until the first time she had lost her virginity. She wasn't that young either probably about seventeen, she was nineteen now and was pretty new at it still. If only she knew about her past... The wolf inside her had conjured enough will power to push Sam out of the way. She was surprised however as she didn't fight her anymore just continued on. Sam's own human side began to grumble with pleasure as she felt him drill her mercilessly. She felt his claws dig deeper into her sides and knew that his hands would possibly have blood on them considering he had broken flesh, but it felt good. Real good actually. Her body had now submitted towards the male's needs as well as the female's own desires. She soon was slowly getting placed on her knees not objecting she kept them still locked together as she gave a low groan her lips gliding down the he-wolfs neck her wolf fangs gently scraping against the soft flesh as she cooed.

[Dante Hawthorne]

Managing to keep his pace after moving into a different position he allowed a groan of his own to slip from his lips in pleasure as he pounded away at the she-wolf. She had seemed to accept him again and was no longer trying to get away which made it much easier for the alpha. He knew that he was getting closer now and he hadn't even kept track of how many times already his late night lover had climaxed. It wasn't top priority to the wolf inside him who only cared about getting its own fix and fully satisfying the female under him. After what had seemed to be forever and after adjusting his pace numerous times he felt like he was about to burst, his whole body going tense as he reached his peak and Dante collapsed onto the bed beside the female expelling a sigh as he tried to catch his breath. Knowing his wolf, this wouldn't be the last time for the night. In due time he'd get rested up enough to try and give it another go if her wolf allowed him.

[Samantha Deadwood]

Sam gave a low growl and had gripped her claws into his skin as her she had been placed in her knees. Giving a soft coo she bit at his ear in a little playful manner however stopped as he had began to adjust his pace yet again and she whined once more as she enjoyed it immensely. Soon enough she had felt his body tense as his skin tightened in her claws. The she-wolf was breathing heavily along with him as she had collapsed on her back. Her heart racing inside her chest as she took in deep quick breaths but soon enough they began to go deeper and slower. Her body practically shaking with the sudden activities they had done. The wolf inside her was tired but indeed the heated female was far from done with the male. She moved her head to rest against his chest and nuzzle up into the crook of his neck, kissing against his jugular and his chin as she gave happy coos. The she-wolf soon retracted as Sam's humanity was restored back to her. Eyes slowly dimming down till they were normal once again. She didn't move her head instead just kept it there bright silver moons starring up towards the Alpha. She didn't know what to say as she slowly sat up not bothering with clothes she knew her wolf would want him again as soon as she recuperated... Truth be told, Sam wanted him again. She shook her head, alright so maybe the wolf was still there or perhaps not. She was just confused. Looking over her shoulder towards the dominant male she was mostly angry at herself, not him, "Shoulda ran when you had the chance." She then placed herself back at his side as she laid down, "But, I knew that another male in the territory would come after me... That's why I asked you to stay and to take me home." She laughed softly, "I believe it was really me who took advantage of you."

[Dante Hawthorne]

Dante's wolf was far from done with this female. Before the night was over, he would have his way with her a few more times till he could no longer move or was all dried out for the night. Either way, his would would be satisfied. As it slowly slipped out of control and gave Dante the reigns again, his eyes changed back to bright blues and he stayed in one spot trying to catch his breath from their recent activities. He was fully aware of the fact that he had just made love to the one she-wolf that he had once thought he didn't have a chance in hell of hooking up with. Could he even call it that? No, it was far too rough and was simply a casual fuck. He had just happened to catch her at a convenient time of the year.

His attention returned to his late night companion as he felt her soft, plush lips moving along his neck and slowly he brought his gaze down to meet a pair of silver moons; he smiled a little at her. He couldn't tell if this was Sam or her wolf but as soon as she sat up and spoke Dante could tell. Looking away, he was prepared for her to start going off on him since they really hadn't had any positive history with each other. It was the sentence that followed that caught his attention and made him look back to her. That sounded a little odd coming from her, almost as if she had really chose him over the other males in camp. Any of them could have satisfied her yet why was it him that she picked to take her? Dante was a bit confused and just bit his lip a little."So... Out of the other males, why did you choose me? They all could have taken care of your needs the same way as I." He hesitated asking that but he just wanted to know. There was a little hunch that he had but even if she didn't answer in the way that he thought she would that would be fine."And honestly, I don't mind being used this way. It's been a while. A long while..." Moving onto his side to face her he propped his arm up and rested his head on his palm, pausing a bit before he started to put his other arm around her.

[Samantha Deadwood]

Sam watched the other closely the she-wolf had been able to feel the male and knew that he wanted her to stay so he could finish the deed. She respected his wishes and would remain just where she was and if Sam had moved away the she-wolf would indeed seek out her alpha once more. The humanity part of Sam looked up to Dante and noticed that he smiled down towards her, she seemed to do the same for a brief moment. Bright silver orbs looking downwards as she had waited for what he had to say. She knew that he was going to ask her that question. Slowly giving a soft sigh she was at least relieved that the other wasn't upset with her about taking advantage of the wolf. She felt his movements as he maneuvered against his side and noticing the paused hesitance slip his arm around her waist.

Well, considering that they just fucked she didn't really object to his small gesture in fact, surprisingly she slowly moved closer towards the male beside her and then took in a deep breath, "I-I... She had to look away from the other as she began to speak, "Well..." She slowly shook her head and just flat out lied to him. She was so close into tell him that she was the girl that he was supposed to meet this afternoon but instead she said easily, "Guess my wolf knew what she wanted." She said and slowly met his gaze. Then she tilted her head, "You can get any female you want, they pretty much all drool over you even the girls that aren't from the pack. Plus... I know that multiple females are in heat at the moment. My question is... Why did your wolf want me." She now threw the question in his face.

[Dante Hawthorne]

Dante waited eagerly for her answer and didn't even think for a second that she'd lie to him. He nodded when Sam finally explained it to him and was satisfied with the answer she gave; his guess from earlier was wrong but that was fine. The little assumption he made did sound rather far fetched anyways. There was no way she'd ever give him the time of day... Dante listened further, it was true and he knew it. Every female he had come across in the pack wanted to hook up with him just because he was in power; he knew it was all over ranking and making themselves look better than the other females. He was nothing more than a trophy to show off and that wasn't what he wanted to be. Dante didn't want easy. The alpha was about to speak when she brought up a very good point that made him think twice about his answer; he almost froze.

Staring at her, he knew how bad this looked, how his hesitance wasn't a good show, but to be honest he didn't know how he was going to explain to her. Sure, all his wolf wanted was to nail her, it was purely instinctual and a male was going to be a male after all. Dante himself didn't just want a good fuck or two for the night and then walk away like nothing happened. He decided he was going to fib a little, expand the truth if you will. Looking down at her, he started,"All those females parading around are easy. Too easy. Why would I want something that's been around more than it should? I may be able to get any woman I want, but I'm classier than that." He told her easily, that much was true, then he finally got around to answering her question."You're not like the other females, it could sense that. It was attracted to how... strong you are, how much more dominant you are compared to the other she-wolves." All of that was more so what he was feeling but it sounded legitimate. Dante wanted to say so much more but didn't dare for the fear of making things awkward and then ruining the rest of the night.

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