Werewolves and Hunters [JacksAreWild x ClearSight]

Jessie bristled slightly at the word ‘cute’. Many women took the endearment as a compliment, she, however, felt the opposite way. Jessie was not cute! She was tough, and tough things are not cute! Leslie really knew how to rile her up sometimes, but part of being a Mistress was not letting your sub know how good they are at pushing your buttons, so Jessie let the comment roll off her back as they made their way to the bedroom. She’d discipline Leslie for calling her ‘cute’ later.

By the time she had finished collaring her pet, kissing her, and watching her lover so adorably lick and nuzzle at her from her position on the floor, Jessie’s thighs were shaking with poorly restrained lust. The velvety tongue that painted lines up and down her muscular thighs was far too skilled for her to resist it. But of course the thought of how exactly that tongue had gotten to be so skilled in the first place made Jessie completely and irrationally insanely jealous, giving her enough restraint to avoid pouncing ontop of Leslie, at least for this moment that was a tender one between Mistress and pet.

You know I’m going to want to wear this everywhere, right? The words echoed around her head. Leslie may had meant the words innocently, just for the sake of showing how much she loved Jessie and their odd relationship, but the Alpha hadn’t seen that sentiment coming. She had hoped that Leslie would be accepting of the collar behind closed doors, she hadn’t expected that the bodyguard would actually want to wear it out in public! The fact that Leslie wanted to so boldly wear her collar and brandish it for everyone to see made a lightning bolt of desire streak through her body. “Y-you will?” Jessie stammered. Just the image of Leslie wearing a collar out in public made the werewolf’s brain explode and made words hard to form. Leslie in a t-shirt and jeans, perfectly casual wear as they did something mundane such as grabbing a bite somewhere before their busy schedules tore them apart. The black leather collar would be so prominently displayed as they ate. Other people would certainly stare, envious of the beautiful pet that belonged to Jessie…

The daydream that ran rampant through her mind of course deteriorated into a smutty fantasy that involved lunging across the table and fucking Leslie in the middle of a crowded restaurant. Just the thought of claiming Leslie in such a public venue short-circuited Jessie’s brain. Everything was forgotten, all her plans for this evening, all the elaborate Mistress/pet stuff she wanted to do, all the romantic things she wanted to say to her new girlfriend; all that remained was a deep, throbbing need that twisted her stomach into pleasant knots. Jessie’s desire was so great that it overshadowed all of the finesse that she was capable of as a Mistress, reducing her to the animal that lay caged up inside. With a possessive growl she pushed Leslie backwards, back onto the carpet. Before her mate could struggle to get back up or ask Jessie what the hell had gotten into her, the cop was ontop of her, straddling her face. With powerful thighs on either side of her head, Leslie had nowhere to go.

The orgasm that wracked her body merely minutes before now felt like it had happened decades ago. Her harness was soaked with her arousal, the lips of her sex so swollen that they parted slightly, allowing Jessie’s fingers to brush against her clit as the moved the damp fabric to the side to expose the deep red folds. The Latina groaned softly at the bit of contact, making it evident that the reason she could ‘feel’ with her strap on so well was because not only was she mentally connected to it, but physically her clit was so sensitive and easy to find that she could feel every little thing. Once she was bared, Jessie greedily lowered herself down, not even bothering to waste her breath giving Leslie an order to lick, because she was more than capable of riding her pet’s face to orgasm even without her help.

Leslie hadn't expected the reaction she got after complimenting the collar. Jessie didn't just seem happy that her lover found it intoxicating to be claimed in such a way, and with little enough shame to consider never taking it off, she seemed ecstatic. Her eyes lit up and she seemed thrown off, which hadn't really happened since they met. Leslie couldn't help but be excited at the prospect of finding something that really got Jessie going, aside from the reaction her lover always had if a women checked her out of she had the misfortune of losing her wits and staring at another woman. That drove Jessie crazy as well but not in a good way, though it had landed her pretty rough sex once. Still if it was at all possible to get her gorgeous girlfriend revved up without completely pissing her off it would be a much better alternative than irritating her into a mood and hope it got her laid. So she took advantage of her circumstances and leaned forward, earnestly whispering into Jessie's ear, completely serious about what she was saying.

"Yes Jessie... I'll wear it in front of anyone... Anywhere... Anytime... And even explain what it is if need be, because I'm yours and I want everyone to know." She nibbled on Jessie's neck before pulling away and displaying her new collar with pride. "Besides, it turns me on" She grinned and let the wheels in Jessie's head continue to turn. Leslie found it adorable when the cop's mind wandered off, and usually she came out of it with quite the fantasy or simulation having played out. This time what she had been thinking about was quite clear, mainly because as soon as she regained herself Jessie went to shoving Leslie back into the carpet with incredible strength. One day she would have to ask Jessie how she had become so damn strong, but for the moment the growl and assertive claim had Leslie silenced. She laid there and her body instantly became alight with additional lust, the horny woman not wasting any time in assuming the best of what was being done.

Oh and how her faith and slutty nature was rewarded. Where most women would be confused and perhaps against being pushed onto the floor, Leslie was excited and wanting. She only moaned and kissed at nearest flesh when strong thighs closed around her head, licking and nibbling the taunt flesh. Without a single question she continued, licking at whatever came within reach, and when it was wet needy pussy she didn't back down but became enthused, hungry to taste her lover. So she took it all in and began delving into the tight folds, burning head and the taste of sex combining to form the ultimate pleasure. Not that Jessie was going to let her leisurely enjoy it. Instead she greedily pushed onwards, force and smooth rhythm taking over as her face became little more than a toy for Jessie's most likely insatiable desires.

It was fucking amazing though and more than Leslie had ever had done to her. While part of it was uncomfortable, bordering pain as her face was ground by gyrating hips so full of need that they took no care in being gentle, it was also immeasurable pleasure. All of Leslie's one night stands and casual relationships had been fun. She had lots of sex and developed talents, but she had never been terribly adventurous, and her personality tended to attract introverted passive women who just wanted the mysterious flirty girl to show them an incredible time. For the first time she found herself with someone truly dominant and the word acquired new meaning, mainly because her previous definition had been more frustrated housewife or business woman who wanted to be in charge without knowing how to do that. Jessie knew how to be in charge and Leslie was slowly being swallowed up by the world and pleasures of being a submissive, and it had become obvious soon after she began her pursuit of Leslie that there was no turning back. Love and addiction... Having both made it impossible to consider anything else.

A gust of warm breath ghosting over sensitive, soaking wet folds was all it took for the last of Jessie’s control to snap. So close to some much needed pleasure, she eagerly lowered herself until she felt warm skin pressing into her sex. Immediately her hips began to jog, rolling at a near desperate pace with a haphazard rhythm. “Nnnghfff…yesss…” The cop groaned happily, this was exactly what she needed. Though, somewhere in the back of Jessie’s mind, the werewolf remembered that this was the first time that Leslie was getting to taste her sweet arousal directly from the source. She should go slow, let her lover explore at her own leisure, get acquainted with every intimate detail of her sensitive little pussy. But at the forefront of her mind was the overwhelming fog of desire, and Jessie couldn’t bring herself to care about being gentle or going slow. Instead she rode Leslie’s face hard, her left hand threading through her pet’s hair while her right began working over her breasts, toying with and squeezing the supple mounds to give her sub a show.

“Fuh-huck!” Jessie cried out as a velvety tongue ran up her needy slit. The sensation took her by surprise, it had just been so long since she had last had oral and the feeling was more intense than she had expected. Plus she had half expected Leslie to struggle or be so dazed from the rough and abrupt treatment that she’d take a moment to get over her shellshock. But Leslie was such a good pet, so eager to please her. Sometimes Jessie forgot what a good submissive she made, especially because Leslie had such a strong personality in public…and because she loved to act up behind closed doors, if only to make Jessie punish her. Times like these made the cop realize how perfect the bodyguard was for her, even despite their core differences of being werewolf and hunter.

“Such a goo-ohhhh-god-good pet.” Jessie gasped as she felt Leslie pull at her clit. A little bit of teeth and a whole lot of suckling to the swollen bundle of nerves always made the cop unravel, to the point where it was almost embarrassing how quickly she could cum this way. The hand in Leslie’s hair fisted the silken strands harder as the cop neared her breaking point. “Don’t-you-dare-stop.” So close to orgasm, Jessie’s huffing and puffing was only punctuated by growls, animalistic threats for what would happen if Leslie stopped working her mouth. It wasn’t much longer before Jessie’s whole body stiffened, her hips finally stilling and giving Leslie a small reprieve. “OH GOD!” Jessie screamed as the first wave of pleasure crashed into her. Moans poured from her lips as her hips began to wildly buck again, searching for the right pressure against her pussy that would let her ride through the aftershocks that followed her orgasm. Only when the pleasure became so intense that the muscles in her thighs involuntarily twitched and spasmed did she stop.

Ever the considerate Mistress (at least when she wasn’t horny as fuck), Jessie moved just a tad so that Leslie could catch her breath. She loosened the iron-tight grip she had had on Leslie’s hair until it was something much more pleasant, turning it into gentle, affectionate scritches for her good little pet. “Good girl…” Jessie purred happily as she looked down, unable to suppress a grin as she saw Leslie covered in her arousal. The animal inside of her loved to see her mate marked, whether it was from her cum or from her hickeys, scratches, or bite marks, Jessie didn’t care, as long as there was physical proof on Leslie’s body that she was hers. “Get up, slut.” The word never held the same bite as a true insult whenever Jessie said it, and the word seemed especially fitting, what with Leslie on the floor, her chin and cheeks glistening Jessie’s cum, hair mussed up from being touseled about by the carpet. Leslie may look like a slut, hell, she may have actually been a slut, but she was Jessie’s slut.

“On the bed, on your back.” While she directed Leslie into position, and got up off of her pet so that she could actually obey orders, Jessie went on to grab their leather cuffs from the closet. She hadn’t forgotten her promise to fuck Leslie until she couldn’t take it anymore, and right now she was going to make good on her word. “Prop yourself up on the pillows a little bit, you’re going to be in that position for awhile.” The cop sounded a little distracted as she focused on picking out the proper restraints as one might pick out a fine bottle of wine to go with dinner. With a veritable treasure trove of toys, it took Jessie a moment to decide upon the quick release cuffs because she’d be pushing Leslie to hold a position that could sometimes grow uncomfortable.

Usually Jessie had been fairly kind to Leslie when putting her in positions for play. Though on those occasions, Jessie’s goal had been purely to tease Leslie until she was a whimpering, begging mess, so comfort had been more of a concern for her. But tonight her concern for her sub’s comfort was overridden by Jessie’s own need to both prove her boasting that she was an amazing lover, and satisfy her sexual desire that still raged through her body. Jessie helped Leslie move about, trying to get her lover exactly how she wanted. She wanted her pet spread eagle, entirely open to her; a position where Jessie could worry more about ruthlessly fucking her than having to hold her legs to keep them open and her hips angled. Once she had Leslie in position, half reclining at the head of the bed, propped up comfortably by pillows, she took her pet by the ankle, urging her lover’s leg back towards the head of the bed and the awaiting cuff. The same restraint was applied to the other leg. And then Leslie’s hands were trussed up so that her wrists were together and raised above her head.

“Do you have a good view, pet?” Jessie asked as she reached behind her to grab the dildo that she had tossed there earlier. She fitted the toy back into her harness as she waited for Leslie’s response, and waited for her pet to voice any discomfort. Leisurely she ran her fingers up and down Leslie’s inner thighs as she enjoyed the view herself. The folds of her lover’s sex were parted, revealing a tempting pussy that she couldn’t wait to be buried inside of and claiming. Almost as alluring was her rear, with her cheeks slightly spread, Leslie was entirely vulnerable to her. ”Hrrrmph…wait to claim her ass…” While the thought of fucking all of her pet’s holes was incredibly arousing, part of Jessie wanted to wait to take the most taboo one. For wolves, anal required a lot of trust, a lot of commitment. And while she was totally prepared to call Leslie her mate to everyone, even to her pack, the fact that she had not revealed that she was a werewolf made her hesitate to claim her partner so intimately.

The moans of another woman had always been an appealing sound to Leslie. She could remember when she first acted on her sexuality, how sensual and comfortable being with another member of her own gender had been. Nothing compared. Yet never in her life had she found quite as much pleasure in the cries of another than when she was with Jessie. The cop had become the center point of her life, not only in the bedroom as her Mistress, but in everyday life. It hadn't taken Leslie long to realize all of that was connected, and that the reason she could so enjoy everything about Jessie was because she had fallen in love, and as sappy as it sounded, even in her own head, love made everything better. It was a concept she hadn't bought into previously but now she was a firm believer. Ever since her little realization she had cherished the moments with her lover, and sex was no different. She wanted to please Jessie, to hear her cry out and succumb to her desires, and more than anything she wanted a monopoly over everything sexual, an impossible but inspired task.

Leslie had her chance too, to show Jessie that not only could she handle the challenge of being with her semi high-maintenance girlfriend, but also satisfy her beyond her wildest dreams. She wanted to make sure no other woman could compare with her, and if that meant showing off some of her ill-gotten skills she would do it. She did hope Jessie didn't think about why she was so damn talented, but she knew that was unlikely. She just had to make it all about the moment and prove none of the previous flings mattered. It seemed to be working perfectly, especially as Jessie hit her first wave of ecstasy, riding Leslie roughly, and getting only more dedication from willing mouth. Of course it wasn't all for Jessie. Leslie did enjoy giving pleasure, but if she had learned one thing since sinking to her knees and giving the submissive role a chance, it was that she loved being controlled, and everything rough.

Jessie knew how to bring out the part of her that had been invisible previously, her orders and firm actions eliciting satisfaction of an entirely unique type. So when she was given room to breath after finally getting Jessie off she couldn't help but swell with further desire. Being spanked, fucked, ridden, and punished... Those acts were addicting and immensely pleasurable. She couldn't even help but visibly shiver with delight as she was called a slut. By all means she probably was. Leslie had slept around for a long time and none of those relationships held any meaning. Pleasure was also her drug, and she had done well in getting it anywhere she could from finding a cute girl to satisfying herself. It was different being called a slut by Jessie, mainly because she belonged to the woman in all forms of the word, but it didn't change her nature. She was still a slut, even if dedicated to being a monogamous one.

"Yes Mistress." Not another word was mouthed as Leslie rose to her feet, and as a good sign her legs were still strong and she was ready for more. She got into the position Jessie ordered without hesitation, laying and waiting for her next command as her eyes followed the gorgeous woman. Jessie was in a very specific mood however, and Leslie soon realized she was going to be in trouble. Usually Jessie used comfortable restraints and positions, and while Leslie had insisted she could take more trying positions her lover hadn't taken her up on it. It seemed that wasn't the case now, and Jessie had her completely bound and vulnerable before long.

It was an interesting feeling to be uncomfortable and yet more turned on than ever before. The anticipation and desire made everything else shrivel away. "A magnificent view Mistress..." Leslie moaned at the slightest touch, sensitive skin and soft pants betraying her arousal if soaked thighs hadn't already done so. "Please... I want you inside me." Sometimes cheesy lines and honest desire coincided and it was one of those cases. Leslie needed to get fucked again, to have Jessie claim her over and over until she couldn't take it, because while Leslie was experienced she had never been fucked to the point of being exhausted. She wanted to feel what Jessie had boasted, that experience of being so completely dominated that the next morning consisted of soreness and utter satisfaction.

“You are so damn beautiful…” Jessie murmured; taking the time to admire what was hers, eyes unhurriedly roaming over every gorgeous inch of Leslie’s splayed out body. She was so lucky to get a woman that was not only visually ravishing, but who was an obedient pet and a very good friend. The hunter was everything that the cop could want…well…she wasn’t a werewolf, Jessie did sort of want that. But maybe their differences played into the attraction, the taboo parts of their relationship were definitely exciting.

“Mmm…how many times have you cum tonight and you’re still a needy little whore?” The cop taunted as Leslie begged. Part of her wanted to tease Leslie a little more, at least until she was whimpering and truly needy, but her pet asked for her cock so nicely that Jessie found it hard to deny her. Without delay, she fisted the shaft and lined up the flared tip of the toy with Leslie’s entrance. One rough, powerful thrust of her hips buried the entire length of her cock deep into clinging heat. Her hands flew to the bodyguard’s muscular thighs, using them as a handhold as she began to roughly ram her cock in and out of her willing pet. She didn’t hold back, wanting to prove to her girlfriend that Jessie was the only lover that she would ever need. Jessie had her reputation on the line, but she wasn’t particularly worried. She had worn out a werewolf so there was little doubt in her mind that she’d be able to exhaust Leslie, even if the woman was a hunter.

When Leslie finally passed out from either sensory overload or exhaustion, or perhaps a combination of the two, Jessie immediately stopped. Glad that she had chosen the quick release straps, she pulled on the bindings and then took hold of Leslie’s legs, gently placing them into a much more comfortable position. Before she pulled out of her lover and got ready for bed, Jessie just held still for a moment, dark eyes roaming her girlfriend’s body, watching the way her chest rose and fell with each deep breath, just making sure that her mate was alright because she had been pushed harder than usual tonight. Satisfied that Leslie was okay, Jessie carefully pulled out and then got ready for bed.

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Weeks passed, and Jessie was still madly in love with Leslie. Sure, the hunter did things that got on her nerves sometimes, but that was all part of a relationship, she knew that she probably did things that aggravated Leslie too. Differences aside, the pair were quite happy with one another. Today had Jessie happier than usual though, their work schedules had finally aligned so that the two of them could have a date night. She was so excited! It wasn’t anything particularly crazy, just dinner and a movie, maybe go out to a club and dance a little bit if they weren’t too exhausted from a long day of work. ”Ah, who am I kidding, we’re probably just going to end up snuggling by 10pm” Jessie smiled and shook her head a little bit at the thought. Being domesticated definitely suited her, even if she did feel like an old lady sometimes.

Before Jessie could enjoy her night off, she had to get through her workday. Today was pretty low key though, she’d been on patrol with Davis and had only issued some parking tickets. There was nothing out of the ordinary…at least…there wasn’t until lunch time rolled around. Jessie was exiting a sandwich shop when all of a sudden, she was tackled to the ground by an over zealous female.

“Jessie!!” Talia squealed, bounding over to the Alpha. She had been looking for her old mate everywhere! So excited she was to have finally found the Alpha, Talia pounced ontop of herr, eager to be close once again.

“Whoa!” Jessie chuckled as Talia toppled her over, the beta had always been a bundle full of energy. The laughter died on her lips though as Talia’s connected for a deep, passionate kiss. The Alpha’s eyes went wide and she quickly struggled to pull away. “Hey! Tal…come on… I released you, remember?” They had been apart for nearly a year, Jessie had thought that her old mate would have moved on by now. And really…she was actually happy to have gotten out of that relationship. Her and Talia had been together since they were sixteen, a lot changes in that time. Even though she didn’t regret the years she had spent with the gorgeous beta, she definitely felt more whole with Leslie. As odd as the bodyguard was, as much of a pervert and impulsive human she could be, the woman was perfect for her.

“What? But…” Talia looked upset, but as she stayed there, close to Jessie, she noticed the scent that tangled with the Alpha’s. It made her nose scrunch in disgust, it smelled like a male’s cologne. You’re…seeing a man?”

“Huh?” Jessie blinked. She was probably the biggest lesbian on the planet. After realizing she had spent all morning in a cramped squad car with her partner, she realized that she must smell like him. “Oh…that’s Davis…new partner, he goes a little heavy on the cologne. But um, I am seeing someone…”

Talia sniffed a little bit, trying to gather a hint of who exactly Jessie was seeing. But the scent of a wolf didn’t cling to the Alpha. “You don’t have to lie to me you know…”

“I’m not lying. I’m seeing a human. She’s very-”

“A human?!” Talia huffed, looking hurt. How could a human compare to her?

“Yes, a human. She’s very nice. Now…did you want something?” Jessie was quick to change the subject. Talia could be rather sensitive, and the last thing she wanted to deal with was with a crying female.

“Oh…yeah…um…” Talia blushed, feeling embarrassed now that she had revaled that she still harbored feelings for Jessie, feelings that obviously weren’t going to be returned. She’d destroy that human later…right now she wanted to give Jessie some information. So she told the Alpha everything, as quickly as she could. There were rumors of a feral wolf roaming the area, the betas were scared, her included. Right now the wild wolf was only hunting humans, but it was only a matter of time before its attention turned to other wolves. The betas would be the first to be attacked…but once the wild wolf had grown stronger, it would turn it’s attention to hunting Alphas.

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“Gettin’ some on the side, Jes?” Davis’ deep voice rumbled out the question as Jessie climbed back into the squad car. He had seen everything from the car window and while it wasn’t any of his business, he still couldn’t keep himself from asking the question on his mind.

“No I am not getting any on the side!” Jessie bristled. She was the most loyal mate that any woman could ask for. She didn’t even look at other women like that anymore! Leslie was the only one that was ever on her mind. “That was my ex…haven’t seen her in awhile…” The cop sighed. “She didn’t know I was seeing someone new… I dunno…think I should tell Leslie?”

“Not if you want to live.” Davis chuckled. He’d met the bodyguard a couple of times, she seemed like a nice enough girl, if a little odd. However, he would never tell a well armed woman such as Leslie of any acts of infidelity, even if they were accidental. “Your girl owns more guns than I do. Little lie never hurt anyone.” The large man shrugged his broad shoulders, then looked down to Jessie’s lap, where their wrapped sandwiches were still sitting. “Now come on, give me my damn lunch.”

Date night. Leslie didn't really care about a fancy dinner but a night with Jessie was always something special, and the bodyguard was looking forward to snuggling up and spending a night relaxing. To do that she had to finish her job. She was getting tired of working for anyone and everyone and had been thinking of limiting her customers as of late. Sure, criminals tended to pay the best for her services, and she wasn't an assassin, but being with Jessie, who more than a cop was a righteous person, she felt a bit dirty doing some of the work she had done before. "Leslie, what's going on? Pay attention." She turned to look at the lanky man standing next to her. He was the personal bodyguard to her current client and a man she had known for quite some time, though they had never been civil. If it wasn't for the job she wouldn't have been anywhere near him. Still, as much as she disliked the creep, his skill was top-notch, but he was the type of guy who reveled in death... Not the fight but the killing, a serial killer controlling it with a dangerous job.

"Don't worry about me, I'm prepared to do my job so keep your eyes front and center..." She was practically growling but Leslie managed to keep it professional even with such a distasteful cur. "Heh, yeah okay. How's your latest girl? Rumor has it you've started to settle down... Shame." His leering and grinning was the most stomach turning thing she could imagine but Leslie kept her eyes sharp with a ferocity usually reserved for combat, but not always so well contained. "She's special, not going to be latest anything I don't think... I'm going to be taken for a looooong time, so you can rid your head of any unnecessary thoughts. Oh, and Andrew, I think your boss is tugging on that leash, so you better hop to." She motioned towards an angry looking boss calling for the man, but unlike most dogs he just grinned and slowly walked over. "Fucking creep."

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By the time Leslie got home it was nearly time for Jessie to get back, just enough time for her to wash the scent of cigarettes and criminals off, knowing if she didn't Jessie would find it unpleasant. So she jumped in to the shower, washing herself off and using some of the peppermint shampoo she liked. "I should ask Jessie what smell she likes..." She muttered to herself as she smelled her hair, enjoying the strong scent herself but not knowing if it was pleasant to her sensitive lover. She smiled just thinking about Jessie. She needed to do something special for her... Maybe a weekend vacation sometime soon... Yeah that would be nice, a little bed and breakfast. Leslie wasn't the biggest fan of things like that but she didn't mind doing it if it meant a relaxed weekend with Jessie. "Yeah... That will work well..." She hummed softly as she stepped out and dried off. She needed to get dressed before Jessie got home, she didn't want to miss a moment of being with her mate.

Talia paced back and forth in the hotel room that she was staying at during her search for Jessie, wondering what she should do. Well…she should just go back home. But, although the rogue wolf was a disconcerting thought, so was the fact that she might lose her mate to a human forever. Jessie may have decided that they weren’t together any longer, but she couldn’t honestly mean that! Could she? She was only saying that because they were at the most fertile point in their lives, obviously if the danger of hunters and this rogue wolf blew over, they could be back together and properly mate. Jessie just didn’t want to wait a few more years…and in all honesty neither did Talia. Well, there was nothing she could do about hunters, but maybe if the rogue wolf was dealt with, the hunters would leave them alone and she could be with Jessie again! But that would never happen…not if she didn’t get rid of that human first.

Talia decided the best course to take would be to scare off the human and wait out Jessie’s caution. So, after a little bit of digging (thank God for social media making stalking easy), she found that Jessie was dating some woman named Leslie. And after a little more digging, she found Leslie’s address through her bodyguarding business.

As Talia entered the apartment complex, she ran through the script of what she would say to the human in her head. Did the human know that Jessie was a werewolf? She must…that wasn’t something that one could just hide from a human, especially one that was a potential mate. Assuming that the human knew what Jessie was, that meant that Talia could use her own werewolf nature to scare off the weak little thing that had become the object of her mate’s affection. As she neared the apartment that belonged to Leslie, Talia couldn’t help but notice that the scent was familiar… There was Jessie’s unmistakably wonderful scent, but also a smell that reminded her of something… Talia didn’t realize what exactly it was until Leslie answered the door, but once she laid eyes on the tall woman, she immediately recognized the human.

The beta hadn’t always belonged to Jessie’s pack. As a child, most of her first pack had been hunted down by hunters. There had been so few of them left that they had dissolved and then become absorbed into other larger and stronger packs. And now, looking at Leslie she realized exactly why that scent smelled so familiar: this must have been one of the hunters that had attacked her first pack. “You…” Talia growled, her eyes flashing gold. Unlike Jessie, Talia was not able to shift forms unless it was a full moon. But still, her wolf would batter against the cage inside of her, begging to be let out even if it had no means to. It was still frightening anyways, Leslie was not a werewolf, she wouldn’t notice the difference between a beta and a lesser Alpha.

“I know what you are, hunter.” Contempt dripped from the word as she glared at Leslie. “Stay away from Jessie, she is my mate.” Hopefully her anger and jealousy would hide the complete and utter terror that Talia felt. Leslie may be in a towel but still, the woman was a hunter. Even though Talia was stronger than the average human, as a beta, she could probably still be bested by a trained hunter.

Leslie didn't expect company, at least not anyone other than Jessie, and it wasn't quite time, and usually Jessie was a bit late anyways. It was part of her job, and Leslie couldn't say she was guilty of the same depending on the job she was on. So when she opened the door to see someone who wasn't Jessie she was immediately wondering just who the woman was, and thinking there was a good chance it was some ex-one-night stand she had pissed off at one point coming to yell at her or stab her. She had never actually been stabbed, attacked once, but never stabbed. It was just one of those things she had seen in movies and Leslie had been more than a little cruel in the way she used and tossed women aside if they began to annoy her. Still... Talia was quite stunning and she felt like she would remember such a woman, even if she wasn't the best person when it came to names.

"May I help you?" She raised an eyebrow, leaning over gently against the door and taking a serious look, ashamed at the thoughts going through her head. Hell though, as committed as she was it was hard not to look when a beautiful stranger appeared at the door, that was until the tone cut all mystery away from the woman's intentions. Leslie's eyes narrowed but she didn't budge, still relaxed even if on alert more than before, especially after seeing the golden eyes before her, unmistakably a wolf. It was surprising that the woman knew she was a hunter, more so because she was certain she was wearing pants. It had happened a few times, answering the door or flirting with some gorgeous creature in her hunting days only to have the tattoo seen and be revealed immediately. Most of them didn't attack but grew aggressive like this one... Unfortunately back then she had been more violent.

The hunter lost her cool when the bitch tried to claim Jessie as hers though and stood up straight, taking a step forward and out of her house, a sharp cold look in her eyes. "I don't give a fuck if you know what I am, nor why you decided it was okay to come to my home and threaten me... But you should understand that I've finally found someone I give a fuck about, and if you try to take her away from me..." She paused, almost like she was hesitating, and she was, the idea of killing someone who knew Jessie... Jessie's reaction, but she couldn't care about that when the thought of losing her lover came up. "I will kill you."

Hesitant or not the words themselves were powerful and she meant them, or at least wouldn't take it sitting down. If anything she would probably just send this random bitch packing but if she had to... She stopped the whole I'm tougher than you think a moment later, making her point and then sighing, "Now get lost, I don't feel like cleaning up a mess before Jessie gets here..." Of course she meant to her apartment, but she had the distinct feeling this random wolf had no clue Jessie lived next door, and she couldn't help but torture her, wondering if Jessie's scent was heavy enough to give the impression she stayed there. And with that she walked back inside and shut the door behind her, moving over to get a drink, figuring it would be best just to wait for Jessie at that point, and wondering just who the fuck was standing outside her door... "Ugh, gorgeous wolf claiming to be Jessie's mate... Self-confidence is in need of an alcohol supplement." She muttered, going for something stiff to help her process what it all meant... Or maybe just because she had a reason too.