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A Tragedy Unfolds (Javorcek X ClearSight)

Molly grinned at being called a submissive bitch, Jocelyn was definitely the first to label her as such and she couldn't exactly deny it. She could try, bullshit her way out of it, but she was moaning like a whore and loving every minute of being teased and toyed with. The best option seemed to be to fight back instead of denying it, and she pushed it the moment she heard Jocelyn moaning and felt the jerk of the gorgeous woman's hips. No wonder though, Molly had already figure doubt that Jocelyn hadn't been with anyone else since Michelle... And she had a feeling there was still a lot of feelings, but she didn't care about feelings. All she wanted was for Jocelyn to cum before her and she wasn't above using built up frustration to do it. She just hoped her sensitive little tits didn't ruin it for her, like they ruined so many other things.

"I'm the slut?" She chuckled between soft moans, "You're the one riding my hand like it's a cock." Cockiness, it was about all she had at the moment. She was stupidly aroused and so close to coming from her nipples alone, it was humiliating. Her only choice was to try and hold out while letting her fingers curl up to press and rub Jocelyn's sensitive spot over and over. If things had continued the way they were she was fairly confident, but that wasn't how it worked. Jocelyn didn't stick to a fair fight between small, sensitive breasts against wet, needy slit. Jocelyn 'cheated' and forced her hand down for the tiny bit of extra pleasure that made Molly whine gently, frustrated as her control slipped further and further. "Shit!" she cursed as her hand began working more furiously but Molly was aware she was going to lose... Each second was dragging her down further. Her rock hard nipples were being tortured by Jocelyn's skilled mouth and she had no resistance to that pleasure, even whining as her body began quivering in protest, demanding she let go and cum.

Molly didn't last long, she was cumming moments later, loud moans and her bucking hips betraying her before she actually climaxed. When she finally did it left her panting and her eyes watery, she looked adorable. "Fuck..." she muttered, but the entire time she did her best to keep her hand moving, not a selfish woman. Yeah part of her wanted to stop just in spite of losing, but she didn't, she wanted to hear Jocelyn cum... And hope the girl didn't focus on the fact that she just put herself in the position of bitch... For now! Next time she wouldn't be so easy... Though for the moment she wouldn't be able to escape it, she had lost... At least it was Jocelyn, she could kind of accept succumbing to the hottest girl she had ever been with... Kind of.
 
“Ahhh! Fuck!” Jocelyn cried out as Molly relentlessly rubbed her most sensitive spot. She trembled, those knowing fingers driving her absolutely wild…and for a moment she wanted to just cum. For just the briefest of shining moments, she felt like she were with Michelle, Michelle who was tall and muscular, Michelle who knew every inch of her body and exactly how to touch her, Michelle who had slightly bigger breasts… Not that Jocelyn minded Molly’s small breasts, they were fine with her, they were just different from the breasts that she had fallen in love with.

Molly was not Michelle; Jocelyn couldn’t let herself just fall apart with this new partner and trust that she would be allowed to regain her place as top. She had things to prove with this new girl, and that meant pushing aside her animal instincts to ride Molly’s hand and cum as many times as she wanted. She had to hold back, at least for this first orgasm. The agony she had to endure was totally worth it when she felt Molly start to tremble underneath her first and heart the other girl cry out. Stubborn as ever, Jocelyn tried to hold back for as long as she could, hips still jogging against Molly’s hand until she finally topped over the edge, the young Alpha screaming as she finally had the pleasure that she had denied herself for the last three months crash over her.

“Not bad…” Jocelyn grinned, panting softly. “I guess you’re the bottom bitch for the rest of the night though.” She nipped at Molly’s breast lightly before wriggling up her body a little bit to steal her for another kiss. Then she grabbed her phone out of her pocket, just to check the time. “Fuck…probably should get going. It’s 9:30…unless you think you can cum again in five minutes.”

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Later on that week, Mara told Jocelyn not to expect her home until later. Arlann was admirably still working on a potion that would reverse the mating bond and she actually looked pretty happy when she came home, like she actually –enjoyed- being in a lab, playing with magic all day. Of course this made Mara miss her mate because Mara the Workaholic had cut back on her hours when she had gotten married to the mage, and even more so when Jocelyn had been born. Now the old wolf was going crazy being left home alone with nothing to do and was probably going to pounce on her wife in the lab because Arlann couldn’t be pried away from it. That meant that Jocelyn had a small window of time in which she could invite Molly over in for a little make out session.
 
Bitch for the rest of the night, as humiliating as it was to have to nod her head and agree, at least it was only for another half an hour. Then again... Molly wasn't so embarrassed that the mention of another orgasm was rejected, instead she grinned and kissed Jocelyn back, a playful, "The question is, are you skilled enough to make me cum again in the next five minutes?" Yeah, so she was a bit of a slut, but fuck it she wanted more. Luckily, while Jocelyn didn't directly answer the question, Molly soon found out that five minutes was more than enough time for a focused Jocelyn to make her whimper and moan like a true bitch, not just once but twice more. Maybe she should have masturbated a bit before the date, because after all of that she felt so defeated by the young wolf that she could barely look Jocelyn in the eyes. She was a top damn it! A top! And yet there she was, unable to resist when Jocelyn wanted to do something to her, what a joke. At least it was a pleasant joke.

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Molly didn't forget about their night together, and when Jocelyn had invited her over for some time alone she had jumped at the chance. Molly needed to redeem herself. In fact she had gone so far as to prepare, a competitive nature coming out as she went so far as masturbating beforehand and bringing along a small backpack with necessities for when she pushed Jocelyn down and became the alpha for the night, confident that this time she would be the one rising to the top. That was the attitude she arrived with and she hadn't hesitated to pushed Jocelyn against the wall to capture her lips, hands falling down to grab Jocelyn's hips. In one swift motion she went from the girl's lips to her ear, nipping at the flesh as she pushed her athletic form into Jocelyn. "This time I'm going to make you the bitch, and I'll have a lot more than half an hour to play with you." Aside from the aggressive declaration she was in no rush, grinning playfully as she pulled away and walked towards the couch. It was nice to give Jocelyn a taste of what would be coming, but a bit of making out and long, torturous foreplay with very important.

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Michelle had felt crushed by each minute that passed after finding out that Jocelyn was moving on. She wanted to rush back and put a stop to it, but she couldn't. Rangi was looking out for her and didn't let her leave without finishing what had been started, even if he could see how much panic filled the young wolf. It was for the best, even Michelle knew that, but it didn't stop her from imagining some other girl with her girlfriend, more even, the woman she loved. So by the time she had boarded the plane Michelle was a mess, even if a very delicious mess. When Michelle had left she had become a slouching, nervous mess. It hadn't taken much to surprise her, she lacked confidence and brightness, and her mouth would bark insults but it was more of a defense mechanism than anything else. She was talented, smart and strong, but none of that had mattered next to her crippling lack of confidence, and after being raped she fell into an even worse place. Now, while she hadn't forgotten her past, she had changed. The Michelle that returned was confident, energetic, and deeply in touch with her wolf and primal desires. She was no longer afraid, even a slight arrogance had arisen. She was qualified to be arrogant but before she never would have dared, now she didn't care. Everything had changed.

Her personality and confidence weren't the limits, her external appearance was morphed. She was still the same person but slightly more athletic than previously, her hair was a bit shorter, having been cut to make life in the tribe and in nature easier, and she had a new tattoo. Unlike her others it was a true tattoo, given by the tribe and a clear symbol of the tribe. It covered the shame of the mating mark, Michelle's personal choice. She wanted to display her pride after being with the tribe and also openly reject her 'mate'. That was the new Michelle, and she was definitely proud of her new self. However, when it came to love even her newly formed confidence was shaken, because Jocelyn was everything. Michelle went directly from the airport to the apartment after the plane landed. The only slight pause was downstairs, where her long absence had made security stop her, only to apologize for not recognizing her and welcome her back. It was nice Mara hadn't added her to the black list in her absence.

Only... Her excitement changed the moment she opened the door. Her key still worked and habit caused Michelle not to consider announcing herself. That had been a mistake because she would have rather not seen what she walked in on, which was Jocelyn, on the couch, with another attractive girl, kissing and groping one another with passion. Michelle's first response was to freeze, the next was to drop her heavy duffel and start growling. "Jocelyn!" She snapped, her voice echoing in the room as her fists began to form balls, the wolf so angry that her nails were digging in to her palms. Michelle wasn't stupid and Mara had sent her the note about Jocelyn's date, but she never expected to walk in on it. The worst part was the location and all the memories flooding back of the two of them taking every spare second to be together... But it wasn't her, it was some other random bitch, and her inner wolf was already howling in displeasure, golden flecks flickering in her eyes. While they weren't mates, Michelle had grown connected to her wolf, it didn't take much to rouse it nowadays.
 
As soon as Jocelyn heard the knock on the door, she hopped up off of the couch and hurried over to answer, smoothing out her hair and shirt as she crossed the large, lavish apartment. The moment that the door opened, Molly was on her, capturing her lips and pressing their bodies tightly together. The shorter wolf practically melted, after a long day of school, practice, and lessons, she needed this primal release. “I’d like to see you try.” She smirked at Molly’s promise that she would be the Alpha tonight. “You’re pretty brave, bringing a backpack of toys over here.” Jocelyn eyed the other girl as she moved away and deeper into the apartment, noticing the small backpack immediately. She could only guess what was in the bag, but she would be willing to bet money on it being a strap on.

When her new lover took up a position on the couch, Jocelyn followed her, trying not to look too eager as she took a seat next to Molly and quickly found herself on her back as the other girl pounced ontop of her. Fine, let her be on top, I can still top from the bottom Jocelyn let herself lay back against the arm of the couch while Molly found a comfortable position between her legs.

A soft Click alerted her to someone opening the door. By the time her lust addled brain had commanded her horny body to move, all she had managed to do was break the kiss. Her hands were still on Molly’s ass and one of the other girl’s hands were up her shirt, their bodies were pressed tightly together and their faces mere inches from one another’s…no explanation she could give would ever fix the incriminating position she was in. And what was worse was that it wasn’t one of her mothers at the door, it was an old flame.

“Michelle!?” Jocelyn’s eyes went wide in a mix of horror and surprise as she heard her name wrapped in a familiar voice. She squirmed away from Molly and turned so that she could see her old lover. Michelle looked…different. A good different, she was holding Jocelyn’s gaze instead of looking away, she stood up straight, her body showed off even more muscle than it had had before, and even her hair cut helped serve to make her look a little more wild than she had been before. Her scent was still wrong, but despite the fact that it wasn’t right, Jocelyn’s wolf still took interest in the powerful Alpha standing in the doorway.

“Why – When did you…?” She stared at an angry, seething Michelle, dumbstruck for a moment before remembering that she shouldn’t be the fucking embarrassed one here! She wasn’t the one who left for three months and then just came back out of the blue without any word of where she had been or when she was returning. “What the hell are you doing here?” The young wolf growled and bared her teeth, clearly overcompensating with rage to cover up how hurt she was that Michelle was back and that she had seen her like this. Of all the ways she had dreamt of this moment happening, this had not been one of them.
 
A single word would not be enough to explain the emotional roller coaster Michelle suddenly found herself on. What she had hoped would be a smiling, happy reunion had turned into a Jocelyn and Michelle shit storm, just like everything else they had ever done. They really never did anything normally. When they first got together it was anonymous sex that turned into hate sex that turned into being addicted to one another like a pair of horny rabbits with no self-control. Then, as if they weren't strange enough, they started fighting, literally beating one another up in a ring, only to once again end up fucking in front of a crowd of people. Michelle got hit, Jocelyn felt sorry, and then they entered in to some 'you can't love me but we can fuck all day' sort of relationship. This turned into living together, a kidnap attempt and subsequent rescue, Michelle being shot, and then giving up a ridiculous sum of money to get one up on Mara Marrok and spend more time with her girlfriend, yep, girlfriend came basically after being shot. They were just so fucking normal.

Now, in similar fashion, Michelle came back home after some much needed time away to find the woman she loved with another woman. Perhaps she had been gone for too long but she had never planned on it, and every day she missed Jocelyn! It was bullshit, and as angry as she was she felt more betrayed than anything. Even if Jocelyn never said it out loud Michelle had truly believed that somewhere, deep down, Jocelyn loved her. Hadn't she promised nothing would change? The old Michelle may have run away or given up, and definitely would have cried once she was alone, and maybe she still would! But this Michelle was quickly letting anger replace all of the complex emotions, letting her hard head venture forward while her unstable emotions got suppressed under the hate.

The last straw though, that was when Jocelyn had the fucking nerve to look at her from underneath another girl and ask her what she was doing there, like she had been the one in the wrong. "What the... What... Fuck!" Michelle was frustrated and she glared at both of the women, particularly the stranger that was in HER home! She still had rights to a room! She could be wherever the fuck she wanted... "What am I doing here?" She asked the question with a seething tone, her inner wolf screaming at her to turn. She didn't, but only because she knew that wasn't how it worked and she needed to express things with words... Even if fists were about to become involved. "Well let's see... Some really fucked up shit happened to me and I needed time, so I went away... Mara then sends me a letter saying you're fucking around with some whore so I rush back in a panic only to find you on your back like a damn beta bitch for some slut you've known for all of a week!"

Restraint, yep, she had fucking none of that. She planned on trying to be something other than crazy but she couldn't, and every second she looked at Jocelyn so close to another woman she felt more rage. Finally she rushed over and grabbed Molly, throwing her back and sending her skidding across the floor. She didn't even address the girl though, all of her anger on the one person she thought wouldn't throw her away. Fuck was she wrong. What she hadn't expected was Molly getting up so quick and darting over like a trained fucking ninja of some sort to tackle her to the ground. She let out a surprised grunt as she braced herself, hitting the ground for a mere second before kicking her knee up and using the momentum to roll over on top of Molly. "Stupid bitch!" She snarled, irritated that Molly had chosen to interrupt her instead of crawling away with her tail between her legs. What Michelle hadn't grasped was what kind of person Molly was. To her losing Jocelyn would suck, but mainly because she was good company, other than that she had been all for casual, no strings. What she did care about was being tossed around by some random fucking person, as if she was going to take it lying down. Her father was Jackson, hot-headed, aggressive, brawler Jackson. Her mother was also a bit of a hot-head once the shyness wore off and she had trained her daughters, particularly Molly, in proper fighting techniques. With those parents, not even mentioning her aunts, Molly wasn't about to let someone toss her around, it was on principle.

"Cool off." It was all she said but soon her feet and thrown Michelle behind them, sending her smashing down on top of a table, one that would have splintered if Mara didn't buy the sturdiest of everything, a habit when one had massive orgies where wolves and a mage were going at it like animals with super strength and crazy magics. Instead Michelle bounced off the surface and came down hard on the floor, and yet even that made her lose control more than feel pain. She didn't take but a moment to rise to her feet and her eyes were turning more and more gold, her wolf about to come out. Molly didn't shift but she was prepared to, watching Michelle closely, though finding herself surprised when Michelle didn't shift and instead leaped over the table. It could be said borrowing strength from one's wolf without shifting was much more difficult the closer one got to actually shifting, it provided as much power without the change but was a thousand times more difficult to control. Apparently Michelle's control had become unthinkable and Molly was quickly having a hard time keeping up, even if she had more fight experience than Michelle by a mile.
 
Arlann had been working late and Mara was sick of it! She wanted some attention too goddamnit! She had barely seen her wife in the last three months and had had sex even fewer times than that. Although she was older, although Arlann had given her permission time and time again to play with their playmates without her, Mara still craved her childhood love above all else. Tonight she wasn’t going to take ‘I’ll be home soon’ or ‘I’m making a breakthrough!’ or ‘Just give me another hour’ as an excuse, she’d heard all those lines before…and had used them herself. Tonight she wasn’t going to accept one of those lame excuses as to why her lovely mate couldn’t come home, tonight she was getting Arlann back to the apartment and in their bed one way or another.

Mara arrived to the lab wearing her usual business attire, just incase there were still employees around, she still wanted to look like the boss. Instead of her usual skirt and blouse though, she wore a pantsuit so that she could pack a little surprise for Arlann…and a little threat. Once she came upon her wife, she nipped at her ear and whispered, “If you don’t stop working and get your ass home right this instant, I am going to fuck you ontop of this lab bench and contaminate every sample you’ve been working on today.”

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“I waited for you, you fucking asshole. Months and months and months wasted, waiting for you to come back.” Jocelyn snarled. Seriously?! Jocelyn waits around for three fucking months, denying herself any sort of carnal pleasures because she had missed her lover so bad; and of course, OF FUCKING COURSE Michelle would show up right when she was busy getting over her with another girl. “You can’t expect me to wait around forever if you’re not going to call me or let me know what the hell is going on!”

“Take it back.” The young wolf’s voice grew cold, eyes flashing gold at the words ‘beta bitch’. There were many insults that Jocelyn would take, mostly because ‘slut’, ‘whore’, and any variation of those insults were kind of true…. but ‘beta bitch’ was not something that she would take laying down with a sexy Latina Asian Alpha laying ontop of her! Michelle had tossed Molly off of her and Jocelyn stood, ready to make Michelle eat those fucking words…only to have Molly take care of that part for her. Her newest conquest had crossed the room with lightning speed and had flung herself right into Michelle, throwing her halfway across the room in the process. Jocelyn blinked, surprised that quiet, shy, Molly was so aggressive.

Shit! Not the table not the table not the table! Jocelyn cringed as Michelle crashed into Mara’s coffee table, half expecting the piece of furniture to shatter into a million pieces so that they would have to deal with an angry Mara ontop of everything else. Thankfully nothing was destroyed, not yet anyways…and Jocelyn needed to keep it that way before she had to explain all this bullshit to her mothers, which definitely would not go down well.

“Michelle! Stop! She didn’t do anything!” Jocelyn threw herself into the fray, trying to grab Michelle and pull her away because she saw the jealous wolf as the bigger threat. Molly was just trying to defend herself, Michelle, on the other hand, seemed to be trying to destroy any threat to her mate and her territory.
 
Arlann was in the lab, again, but for once she wasn't as focused or determined to work through the night, but it wasn't her giving up. In fact, Arlann finally made a tiny breakthrough. It wasn't so impressive as to solve the reversal but it involved a bit of knowledge that she hadn't had before, and one that could help in the next round of experiments. With that she was satisfied, and instead pondering other experiments she had been running, because while it had started as just helping Michelle, it had involved into much more. In fact Arlann had done a lot of research mixing science with her magic, and most of it turned in to stupid little tweaks or new potions... Like the fact that she could now create potions that would create specific sized magical cocks, whereas it had previously made a single, although impressive, size. That of course was not great news, not for everyone, because Arlann had it in her mind to tease Mara with it, giving her a smaller size while everyone else had the normal potion. When she first had that idea she had laughed for nearly an hour, imagining Mara's face when she drank the potion and barely had anything to show for it. Hilarious.

Still, with some progress made she was relaxed for the first time in weeks, making her response to Mara barging in better than it would have been normally. "As tempting as being bent over this lab desk is... I already planned on going home early." She smiled, rising from her seat and walking over to her gorgeous wife. A peck on the cheek was followed by a nip at her ear and a little, "I think I can probably come in late tomorrow as well..." Before she walked past Mara to get her stuff. Mara deserved a night, Arlann knew it, and she wasn't about to hold back now that she had a bit of time... She wanted a good dinner and an entire night in their bed together, sleeping optional.

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Michelle had been upset when she first walked in to the room but as things were said and with the girlfriend stealing hussy tackling her, she became furious. Jocelyn had thought waiting for her was a waste? Getting angry at her when she was the one on her back with another woman? Defending the other woman! No! Michelle would not accept that. If Jocelyn was done with her, so eager to move on, Michelle wasn't going to make it easy. She loved Jocelyn, she loved her! How could she just hear all that and calmly accept it. Even if it was her fault for disappearing... She at least had a good reason, what was Jocelyn's reason for tossing her away, because she couldn't go a few months without getting fucked? Unacceptable!

"Didn't do anything? Yeah I'm fucking sure!" She growled, shoving Jocelyn away from her and leaping forward to smash Molly against the floor, on top of her and holding her down with a powerful arm. Molly was skilled and strong but Michelle's wolf was lending her enormous strength and speed, it wasn't a fair fight. Yet, as unfair as it was Molly was avoiding any real damage, taking tackles and hits but paying them back and evading serious blows. It was strength versus skill, but all that was serving to do was wreck the apartment as they took turns tossing one another around. The only problem was Molly didn't have the endurance Michelle currently had. Within the tribe they did so much and after the training and lifestyle change Michelle had become a force to be reckoned with, and as skilled as Molly was she just didn't have the same cardio, even if she was in terrific shape. The moment she started to get winded it was over, but... Jocelyn's interference kept her from being pounded into the ground. Michelle couldn't bring herself to hit Jocelyn, even as angry as she was... All she could bring herself to do was wriggle free and shove her away, and even that was restrained... Nothing like the ferocity she approached Molly with.

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When things started getting particularly bad the entire room seemed to freeze, both Michelle and Molly finding themselves frozen in place. Molly wasn't aware of what it was but Michelle had seen it before... Arlann was home, and Michelle instantly began to calm down, almost like a child who was caught doing something bad by their parent, which was precisely what it was. She was still pissed, and glaring at Molly, but she had enough control not to struggle and snap at Arlann, and knew it would be useless anyways. While Michelle's anger was cooling down, Arlann's was fuming. Her home, her gorgeous home. Things were broken, it was a mess, and she could guess what had happened, which meant Jocelyn was in huge fucking trouble. Yes she could see it was Michelle and Molly fighting, but Jocelyn had brought someone into their home without permission... A common thing her and Mara let slide, but when it caused such a mess it was no longer okay, even if they weren't great role models when it came to sexual deviance and jealousy.

Arlann didn't yell, Mara was going to do plenty of that, but she slowly released Molly from her magic and looked towards the girl. "Molly, honey, if you could go home for tonight I would appreciate it." There was a softness to Arlann's voice but it was more a command than a suggestion. Molly merely nodded, looking to Jocelyn with a half-hearted smile before grabbing her bag and sliding past everyone, feeling awkward as hell while doing it. Only when she was gone did Michelle get let go and she turned around to look at Arlann and Mara, but didn't even try to make eye contact. "It's good to see you Michelle." Arlann smiled, walking up and hugging the young wolf, which got a slightly surprised look to arise on Michelle's face, followed by a gentle smile. She didn't return the hug, being all hard ass and what not, but Arlann merely chuckled and sized her up, nodding when she realized she looked fine, but then freezing a moment later, eyes right on the tattoo. With that she turned to Mara, eyes narrowed, and let out a small "hmph" followed by, "We'll talk about where she's been later" before heading towards the kitchen, only adding a "Dinner will be ready in half an hour." It was clear she expected everyone to be eating.

The sudden arrival stopped Michelle cold in her tracks, but after a moment she found herself ignoring everyone else and looking over at Jocelyn, a confused look on her face. What did she say? She wasn't going to apologize, that was for damn sure, definitely not now. She really wanted to chew Jocelyn out but nothing seemed right, not in front of Mara or within earshot of Arlann... She wasn't even sure she wanted to know some of the answers, like whether Jocelyn was done with her and how many times had she been with other women... Was it just Molly? How far had they gone? Did Jocelyn like her or was it something casual? She had a sick feeling in her stomach about all of it.
 
“Did you now…” Mara cocked a slender brow in surprise. She had really thought that she would need to either drag Arlann out of here kicking and screaming or just bend her over the table and fuck her until she forgot what the hell she was doing. She had worn the strapon and everything! Well…no matter…she was a lot better at controlling the damn thing’s reactions, even after taking a potion, so she could probably leave it in and wait until they got home before throwing her mate on the bed and taking her. Mara grinned like a stupid lovestruck teenager at the mention that Arlann could play hooky, at least for a little bit tomorrow. “Really?” She was so happy that she didn’t give a fuck what Arlann had been doing in the lab and didn’t even bother asking for a status report. All she did was fondle her beautiful mage all the way out of the building and in the back of their car.

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Mara’s mood took a sharp turn for the worst as she entered her wonderful, beautiful apartment, (really, her sanctuary where she came to relax after a long day of work) in absolute chaos. Jackson’s kid was here, or a girl she at least assumed to be Jackson’s kid because the young woman looked like a really tall version of his mate. Michelle was also here, home from her surprise flight just in time to try to kill Jocelyn’s newest conquest. And Jocelyn was in the mix of the brawl, trying valiantly to stop Michelle from beating Molly to a bloody pulp.

“ENOUGH!” The wolf roared, seething in fury as Arlann put the girls in a gravity field that had the lot of them frozen in place. It was a good thing her mate had stopped them in such a non-violent way, because right now, seeing several vases and lamps laying broken on the floor, Mara was ready to strangle all three of them. Jocelyn was finally grown up! They could finally buy nice things again without her little pup destroying everything! But no, no, Mara couldn’t just have nice things anymore because her daughter had to invite a fucking wrecking crew over to the apartment. So once Molly was out and Arlann had said her piece, the older wolf roared. “BOTH OF YOU GO TO YOUR ROOMS RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!!!” Oh, she was going to need time to think up a proper punishment for this one. “I can’t believe how childish and irresponsible both of you-“

“Why am I the one in trouble here?!” It wasn’t fair! Jocelyn had been trying to prevent the fight! And none of this would have happened if Michelle had just fucking stayed, if she hadn’t run away like a coward and hurt her and left her with a giant fucking hole in her heart. Yeah, something really shitty and really screwed up happened to Michelle, but Jocelyn had meant all the things that she had said…only to get them all thrown back in her face and discarded when the other girl left. “I loved you and you just abandoned me! Then you come home, don’t even let me know you’re coming, then get mad at me and fight one of my suitors who I’m only seeing because you were the one who decided you needed an indefinite amount of time away from me.” Jocelyn was snarling but there were tears in her eyes; the only thing that was keeping them from falling was her rage. “But I’m the fucking asshole here. And you!” The young wolf turned to her mother, the hurt in her eyes more evident now as she looked at Mara. “You knew. You knew where she was and you didn’t think that maybe you should tell me?! That maybe you shouldn’t set me up on a blind fucking date if you knew where she was and that she was coming back?!”

“I stand by all the decisions I have made.” Mara said simply. Yes, she had made some difficult choices, but she would not admit that her choices were wrong. She had a plan for Jocelyn, and if her daughter was going to try to throw a wrench in the works in the form of Michelle, then Mara was going to make sure that plan was modified so that it could still continue, even if things were harder now. Hadn’t sending Michelle away ensured that she would come back to Jocelyn unbroken? Better? Stronger? And hadn’t forcing Jocelyn to go on that date dragged her mopey child out of her sadness? Of course she hadn’t planned for Jocelyn to actually like Molly enough for a second date, but hey, such a prospect had made Michelle come home. Mara had purposefully put things in motion so that they would work out in the end…just because her daughter didn’t see the end game goal didn’t make Mara the one in the wrong here. “I know that you don’t understand, pup, but I-“

“Don’t you dare call me your pup right now! I’m not fucking five and I’m not one of your employees mom, don’t treat this like its one of your business projects gone awry. Jesus fuck I can’t even believe I am related to a robotic bitch like you.” And how could she with Mara standing there so impassively? Socio-fucking-pathic Marama Marrok who made all these fucking decisions without caring who they hurt or what they did to her daughter. Furious, frustrated, and at the point where she was either going to start bawling or start swinging at her mother, Jocelyn turned on her heel and stormed off to her bedroom, slamming the door shut so hard that she probably broke one of the hinges.

When Mara saw Michelle go to open her mouth and talk to Jocelyn, she gave her a ‘don’t you fucking dare’ look. If the young wolf thought that coming clean and admitting that she had been the one to tell Mara to not tell anyone about this whole thing would help mend things with Jocelyn, she had another thing coming. No, Mara would bare her daughter’s rage on her own, there was no sense in the two of them being on Jocelyn’s shit list anyways. “Why don’t you go to your room and unpack, Michelle. Give Jocelyn a little time to cool off…”
 
Jocelyn was pissed, and while Michelle's mind was clouded with anger and the feeling of betrayal, she couldn't completely dismiss Jocelyn's outrage. In fact, she was aware of how unfair her actions were, even if she felt like that was what she needed to do. She had needed the time away, to re-balance herself, to move past what happened and grow. Yes, she could have kept in touch, but the odds of Michelle staying away until she was ready would have been non-existent if she heard Jocelyn's voice and had her girlfriend saying how much she missed her... And being constantly reminded that the person she loved was so distant. It would have broken her heart and she wouldn't have made it, Michelle was sure of that. So in a way, even if she understood where Jocelyn came from, she knew there was no other way to handle the situation, not for her.

Just as she was calming down Jocelyn went off, and what she said ignited Michelle all over again, making her bristle slightly. 'Loved', past tense, it almost made her cry right there, but then it became a selfish little rant. Abandoned me, away from me... Michelle barely stopped herself from snarling and yelling that she hadn't been running from Jocelyn, that it wasn't about her and ask how it was that she didn't understand. Michelle wasn't herself and she needed time away from everything, from the strange looks and the awkward whispers, and yes, a part of her didn't want to see Jocelyn pitying her, but that hadn't been the focus, it was just another reason on a pile of shitty things she had to deal with. Before she could voice an opinion Jocelyn had switched targets, directly away from her and right at Mara, who was as calm as always. Even as Jocelyn attacked her and said terrible things Mara kept her cool, and while it seemed detached Jocelyn knew differently... Mara had helped her more than anyone knew. She had helped her keep up with school, made her see someone which helped more than she would admit, and sent her somewhere she could recover. All of this was only topped by the discretion she showed on Michelle's request.

She wanted to speak up, to stop Jocelyn from attacking Mara when it was, yet again, her fault. Neither mother nor daughter would have it though, Jocelyn storming off to her room and Mara giving Michelle a very telling look. All the young wolf could do was stand there looking guilty, taking a deep breath after a moment and sighing. "Thank you. I'll wait on unpacking though... I'm not sure Jocelyn wants me here and if she doesn't I'll find a place for the night elsewhere." Just as she finished speaking Arlann came back in rolling her eyes. "Nonsense Michelle, you'll stay here, Jocelyn will get over it, though maybe talk to her at some point. She's missed you." With that she grabbed Mara by the arm and dragged her towards the kitchen, wanting her big bad wolf to relax and help her cook a bit, even if she wouldn't be so much help.

Michelle, powerless to refuse, just shook her head with a smile. Drama aside, it was nice to be back with the people she loved... She just hoped she hadn't lost Jocelyn. No! She hadn't, she was determined. Her lover was just stubborn, but she would come around after awhile, Michelle would make sure of it... And it all started with dinner. At least, that's what Michelle had told herself. Plans didn't always come to fruition though, and her plan to talk with Jocelyn had turned to shit. The entire time at dinner, after being forced to come eat by Arlann, was spent in silence by Jocelyn, her sulking being cute, until she glared at anyone who attempted to speak with her, aside from Arlann who she was a bit more respectful to. It looked like Mara and Michelle were both on the shit list, but even Michelle got less of an angry glare than Mara, and it made her feel horrible. Plus,. with such shitty moods, Michelle didn't really feel much like eating, her appetite lost in the jumble that was her head. By the time it was over she had managed to get a few words out, but all of them were to Mara or Arlann, giving small answers to how her time was and what she did.

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It wasn't until later that night when everyone had gone to their own room that Michelle started to get restless. She couldn't sleep and found herself uncomfortable in the room that she had cherished previously... Too much had been screwed up. Her return was supposed to be warm, Jocelyn in her arms and conversation with the only family she was ever happy to have... Well, some of the tribe were now included in that but there was a distinction between the two, and the Marrok household was special. None of that had happened, with the exception of Arlann being her usual self. Instead it was all fucked and Michelle had to lay on her bed and think, about more than she was comfortable contemplating... Like how she was a fucking idiot. Jocelyn was too, so Michelle was in good company, but idiocy was certainly running rampant. While Jocelyn being so self-centered about it all was annoying, Michelle was thinking over something she hated to admit, because it meant she was in the wrong. She was thinking about how stupid it was to expect Jocelyn to understand what she had been going through. She was operating as if she expected Jocelyn to be a fucking psychic and realize what she had felt like after being raped and why she needed to leave... It was stupid.

Now, Michelle would probably be fine with such an expectation under normal circumstances, but being on the verge of losing Jocelyn, if she wasn't already lost, was not a time to be a stubborn bitch... She couldn't lose Jocelyn and the only way to fix it was to do something. It was around one in the morning when she came to that conclusion and she immediately sat up in bed, standing up and heading towards her door soon after. She was moving without thinking, making her way to Jocelyn's door and slipping inside quietly. She moved over to the edge of the bed and looked at the woman she loved, a pained expression on her face... She began reached her hand and gently stroked Jocelyn's face, crouching down by the side of the bed and watching her closed eyes... "Wake up." Her voice was soft, on the verge of being a whisper, hand pushed a strand of hair behind Jocelyn's ear before letting her fingers brush along her lover's beautiful face. "Jocelyn, wake up.... I need you to wake up." She leaned in, kissing the girl on the forehead, attempting to rouse her yet again. She needed Jocelyn to wake up, she couldn't go the entire night without at least knowing if she was still in her lover's heart... She needed to hear her voice and kiss her lips, to hold her again. Michelle wanted her Jocelyn back.
 
With the fight over and Mara thoroughly reamed out by her daughter, the old wolf was relieved when Arlann dragged her towards the kitchen to help with dinner; she could use something mind-numbing like chopping vegetables to decompress after that debacle. “I don’t know how you deal with the two of us.” Mara muttered, mostly to herself. How could her mage lover deal with two hot-headed werewolves, especially when there was no mating mark to keep her bound here? Arlann stayed with them, even after seeing the worst and darkest parts of Mara, even after dealing with the insanity of their daughter’s adolescence. Why on earth the mage had agreed to marry her, carry her child, and raise it for this many years without the threat of leaving was baffling.

Jocelyn could be as sweet and as playfully mischievous as Arlann, she was curious and bright, just like the mage…but when she was angry, she was all Mara. As much as Jocelyn liked to pretend that she was nothing like the older Marrok, the girl was the spitting image of her when she was pissed. Both wolves kept everything bottled up until finally exploding into a giant ball of rage, hurt, and stress. For months, Jocelyn had struggled with emotions that she wasn’t used to having and had done so on her own, not seeking the help of her friends or family because she didn’t want to be a burden, she wanted to be strong. She had tried to be patient, tried to be understanding of Michelle’s needs and thoughts after she had been raped, tried to help her lover anyway she could afterwards, tried to have faith in something intangible when the other girl had left…but in the end, she had failed and failure was what upset Jocelyn more than anything else.

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Not a single word was spoken from Jocelyn’s part of the table. She spent all of dinner either staring at her plate of barely touched food, or giving death glares to anyone who tried to start a conversation with her. She was still mad at her mother and mad at Michelle…mad at Arlann too for making her come out here and pretending everything was okay. Nothing was okay! Yeah, Michelle was back, great. She was thrilled that someone she had felt so strongly for caught her with another woman. And it wasn’t fair! She shouldn’t feel guilty! She had tried really, really, really hard to be there for Michelle, and had tried soooooo hard to be patient and wait. But time was ticking for Jocelyn, she was always aware of time, always aware that her life was already planned out for her. If she wanted to have relationships, if she wanted to have fun, she needed to do so now; in a few years time she would be just like her mother: chained to a desk and running a company that had been passed down from first born to first born for the last 200 years. How could Michelle expect her to wait forever for her when she didn’t have the time to do so?

As soon as dinner was over, Jocelyn got up and went to her room where she spent the rest of the evening burying herself under work so that she didn’t have to think of Michelle. She read and studied until her eyes hurt, then changed into her pajamas and crawled into her bed, bringing a book with her so that she’d read some more and just fall asleep mid-story.

Jocelyn was dead to the world as usual as she slept…only to be tortured with more dream Michelle coming around and bothering the darkness of her sleep. This was how it always happened: dream Michelle would come into her room, would try to be sweet and snuggle her, and then Jocelyn would wake up, usually asphyxiating herself in her pillow. “Go away,” Jocelyn murmured in a voice thick with sleep. Not going to fall for stupid dream Michelle this time! Even in her asleep state she was vaguely aware that real Michelle was mad at her, obviously the thing bothering had to be another dumb dream.

The young wolf wasn’t really awake yet, though carried on just as well as if she had been. Jocelyn had a tendency to talk in her sleep and carry on whole conversations while dreaming, just like Mara. She had also been known to sleep walk, though that had mostly occurred when she was a pup (Alice’s parents used to tie a bell around her neck while she slept because they had been afraid Jocelyn would just sleepwalk straight down the stairs one day at one of the girls’ slumber parties). “Not gonna deal wiff anymore of your nonsense.”
 
It was late into the night but contrary to Michelle's belief, Mara and Arlann were still up. The wolf and mage had gone at it for quite some time and were cuddling in bed together, enjoying some more intimate closeness after having been wild for hours... Yeah, they were definitely getting older. It was no longer an entire night of writhing forms and slamming hips, it was a few hours of that and then some cuddling, even their orgies had become more intimate over time. They had a ton of sex, and both of them could still do it, but there was something nice about spending time together in a relaxed fashion and putting passion on the back burner. "You know I love you more than anything, so I'm letting you off the hook for the whole Michelle thing, but don't keep anything like that from me again... I'm your wife, I'm the damn exception you moron." She gave a soft laugh, punching the side of Mara's arm before laying her head there. "Besides, if I had known, I could have taken some of the blame from our hot-headed child, who knows how long she's going to be mad now."

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Michelle was growing impatient quickly. She wanted to wake Jocelyn up gently and be smiling and try to make things better, but now her girlfriend was stuck in one of her sleep talking things and saying things that were pissing Michelle off. Not going to deal with her nonsense? Did she somehow know who it was? How the fuck. Maybe voice, but even then Michelle was crouched down and glaring. "Wake up you idiot..." She growled, leaning in and playfully nipping Jocelyn's nose before leaning down to kiss her once. "Wake up~ Up!" She wasn't yelling but her hushed tone rose slightly as she urged her girlfriend to wake up. Usually she would take a different approach is Jocelyn was so caught up, she would physically move her or do something slightly extreme to snap her out of it, but that would defeat the entire purpose of sneaking in and the intentions behind it. She didn't want to just pick her up and drop her on the bed, or let her fingers trail down and see how long it took her to wake up as she was fingered... Those were... Not options she felt appropriate with her status on the shit list still in-tact. Chances are those would make matters worse.

Instead she decided to just act like they were in some romantic comedy and lean in for another kiss, pecking her and using all the patience she had to utter another soft "wake up." Unfortunately small kisses weren't doing it, which was only making the situation more and more frustrating. Finally she gave a small growl and began kissing Jocelyn more passionately, locking her lips with her sleep talking idiot, and she didn't plan to stop until it woke Jocelyn up. It wasn't how she pictured the first real kiss upon coming back but maybe her girlfriend would wake up and smile, or something... At least it would stop her from waking up and chewing Michelle out immediately... The young wolf just wasn't sure how angry Jocelyn was at her. She still held on to the belief that they were in love, and that love didn't so easily disappear, even if Jocelyn was pissed. Though it was just crossing her mind that she had a very pissed of Jocelyn, a dominant, who she had called a beta bitch, she was in trouble no matter what.
 
Mara felt more calm and at peace than she had in quite some time. Laying in their comfortable bed with an arm wrapped around her snuggly Arlann was just what she needed. The sex had been great to work out all her frustrations (and fears that Jocelyn truly did believe the things she had said earlier), but this cuddling was what she had needed the most. “Ow, hey! I give you a wonderful night and all you do is hit me.” Mara pouted, but a slight smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “I know…I know I should have told you, love. But I just…I don’t know…in case Michelle never felt ready to come back, I didn’t want you to have to share the burden that we had somehow failed Jocey by letting her love leave.” Mara sighed and nuzzled at her mate affectionately. Although it pained her to admit it, Jocelyn was obviously in love with the stray.

Ugh…not a stray any longer. Now a part of my uncle’s pack…my father’s pack… Mara hadn’t missed the tattoo on Michelle’s neck: the tribal, swirling sun and wolf’s head that symbolized Te Wharenagi, the bringer of the sun, the man whom the Wuruhi believed to be the first werewolf and from whom they were all descended from. Mara’s tribal tattoos ran down the right half of her back, skipped over her ass and continued down the back of her right thigh, marking the history of her father’s side of the clan. Jocelyn too wore a nearly identical one to Mara that she had received after she had passed her trials, and while their tattoos are a lot larger and more intricate than the one Michelle wore, they all shared the common marking of the Wuruhi origin story.

“No, no, it’s better that you didn’t know in the end. You have to be the one that Jocelyn can talk to. Besides, she is always mad at me…I am used to it.” Not nearly as used to it as much as she would like to pretend, but enough so that all her daughter’s harsh words hadn’t broken her heart.

“Three months with Rangi and she still thunders about the apartment when trying to sneak into our daughter’s room.” Mara had picked up the sound of footsteps and the creak in Jocelyn’s door. She was tempted to get up, to scold Michelle for sneaking around under her roof…but she supposed that she could give the girl at least one night free. Plus, tangled up in Arlann was so comfortable that she didn’t want to move.

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Jocelyn whined and turned over as the annoying dream Michelle kept trying to make her give her attention. No way! All these dreams were the same. She gave dream Michelle kisses, felt her heart start to soar…then woke alone and miserable. She wasn’t going to play into her subconscious’ stupidity right now. “I said go away!” Stupid annoying dream bullshit! In her upset, half asleep state, Jocelyn swung, hard to bat the apparition away… but made contact with something equally hard that hurt her hand. “Ow…wha tha fuck?” She snapped out of her stupor and draw her hurt hand to her chest, looking around, thinking for a moment that she had just smashed her hand into the headboard….only to see Michelle holding her face in the darkness of the room and whining.

“Shit, Michelle. Oh my god, are you okay?” Jocelyn sat up, instantly growing concerned. “I thought you were just another stupid dream…though I guess if I really knew it was you I probably would have hit you harder.” The young wolf frowned, Michelle was still on her shit list but she moved to tend to her anyways because she still liked her from some dumb reason. “Here…let me see.” She took Michelle’s hand and guided it away, just to check to see if she had managed to split the skin open.
 
Arlann smiled, "She knows you love her deep down you big goof, she's just so like you when she's mad that anything that comes to mind gets said... I remember pissing you off a few times myself and if I took everything you said to heart I would have to give you more than a couple of love taps." She joked, leaning in and getting comfy, completely satisfied with her current life, even if their little pup was an ass sometimes. "You should thank her. If Jocelyn doesn't beat her up or kick her out it may just improve her mood a bit." Arlann didn't say anything else and let her comfort and Mara's body heat lull her to sleep, her eyes closing and breath slowing. Arlann had been working hard and with late ours constantly losing her sleep. So, after a night of vigorous sexual release, Arlann wanted nothing more than to get a good night's rest, and keep resting until the middle of the day. Hell, with Michelle back maybe she could take an actual day off... An entire day... It almost sounded like a fantasy.

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Michelle went from grinning and kissing to whining and glaring in an instant, Jocelyn's fist swinging out and landing directly on her unsuspecting face. "Guh... Since when did you start throwing punches in your sleep?" She wasn't mad but a bit shocked, moving her hands away and letting her girlfriend get a good look at her handiwork. After letting her get a good glance, and ensuring it was just going to be a deep bruise and not a cut, Michelle got back to the point of sneaking in to Jocelyn's room. She sighed first, but looked at Jocelyn with a small smile as she reached out her hand, holding Jocelyn's and giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'm sorry. I still think I needed to get away, not from you, but away. However, I'm not so thick as to insist that I handled it well, hurting you... I never wanted to." She stood up and brought Jocelyn's hand to her lips, kissing it softly with a brighter smile than before. "I can't lose you though Jocelyn, you're more important to me than anything else. I can't lose you and I certainly won't give you to anyone else, so if you like that other girl I'm sorry, but I'm taking you back."

Michelle pushed Jocelyn back onto her bed and crawled on top of her. "Don't hit me this time." she said, grinning as she leaned down and captured Jocelyn's lips again. Months of passion poured out, her hand coming down and sliding up behind Jocelyn's head, keeping them embraced for as long as possible. Her lungs weren't burning but she was finally satisfied with the kiss and she pulled back, a subtle heaviness to her breath. "I've been thinking about that for months..." She leaned down again, nipping at Jocelyn's neck, up to her jaw and finally up to her ear, chewing softly on the arch before gathering up her courage to ask the one question she needed the answer to most. "I love you Jocelyn Marrok..." She paused, another deep breath and buildup of courage required, "Do you still love me?" Upon asking it she leaned back, straightening her body to look down at Jocelyn, wanting to see her expression and look into her eyes... To truly know the answer.
 
Satisfied that she hadn’t split Michelle’s brow open, Jocelyn backed off a little bit. She didn’t know what she was supposed to do now or how they were going to do…whatever it is people do after they split up for such a long time. For months she had been dreaming of this moment, of how she would fling her arms around Michelle and cry and hug her and kiss her like some girl from some cheesy romance movie. Now all she wanted to do was hit her again and yell at her some more…though that may just be because Jocelyn wasn’t a morning person. “You don’t have to apologize to me. Yeah, I wish you hadn’t left… Maybe if you had at least given me away to contact you…” Her voice trailed off. Deep down, she knew that she would have begged Michelle to stay and the other girl probably would have… That didn’t mean that she had to like her girlfriend’s decision though. Ex girlfriend…

Even though the time spent apart had been hard, there was no denying that Michelle seemed a lot better now. She had the confidence to actually initiate physical touch with Jocelyn, to push her back onto the bed and kiss her. For a split second, Jocelyn just lay there, stunned that this was happening, but the dull, throbbing pain in her fist reminded her that this was real. Michelle was really here, in her room, ontop of her, kissing her…and once her sluggish mind figured out what was going on, she flung her arms around Michelle’s neck and held her tight. Every time she had kissed Molly, their liplocks had been feverish, driven by hormones and longing…and while some of those same emotions lingered in her kiss with Michelle, it wasn’t a battle. Jocelyn could relax, she could let Michelle be on top, she could let her lover take control of their kiss and set the pace because she trusted her more than anyone else she had ever dated.

When Michelle pulled away, Jocelyn already found herself missing the familiarity of her girlfriend’s lips. Soon she’d have blunt teeth working their way along her neck to distract her though, and rather than move away or guard her neck, she bared it, the young wolf’s body trembling in anticipation. She had missed this…missed feeling so comfortable around another person. At least, she had felt comfortable, until Michelle spoke again, I love you Jocelyn Marrok… The words made her heart flutter with joy and her stomach twist with nerves. When people said those damned words, they expected it to come back to them, and Jocelyn had never said them before. She hesitated when Michelle asked if she felt the same…not wanting to just blurt her feelings out because that was expected.

“I do…I do still love you.” Jocelyn smiled nervously, then moved to pounce on Michelle, talking her to the foot of the bed and kissing her with a growingly larger grin on her lips. Yes, she loved this girl, this big dumb stupid girl that had left her but who had at least come back. “I love you…” She murmured as she pulled away to look at her girlfriend. “But if you –ever- do something stupid like this again and leave me without telling me where you’re going or when you plan on coming back, I’m going to kill you.”
 
Oh how badly Michelle wanted to retort, 'Sure, you say I don't have to apologize but if I didn't all fucking hell would break loose'. Nice try, but Michelle wasn't buying it and knew precisely how confusing women could be. Telling you that you don't have to do things only to seem modest or sane when the truth was exactly the opposite. She wouldn't be falling for that one. Not that it was relevant this time, because Michelle needed to apologize for some of it, but that didn't mean she wasn't aware of the ins and outs of a relationship, particularly one with the stubborn Marrok. The damn family resemblance could be truly astounding at times. The kiss solved both of their problems though, keeping Jocelyn from going on and Michelle from slipping up and giving a hint of sarcasm, because even a hint would mean the end of her.

It was important to move on because there was a lot more important than putting the past behind them with an apology, like seeing if they had a future. Michelle had been worried about that since she left, her feelings never fading but unsure if Jocelyn was the same. After all, her lover had never said the words before Michelle left, so Michelle could only hope. Especially with the whole suitor thing popping up, it made her more nervous than even, and quite vulnerable, confessing her feelings out loud for the first time and waiting to see if she would be lucky enough to hear it back. When it was actually said she felt so happy she wanted to cry and leap for joy, but she did neither and instead gave a bright, vibrant smile and looked deeply into Jocelyn's eyes. This was the woman she loved, her mate, and she finally felt like a woman worthy of her.

"Kill me?" Michelle grinned, letting Jocelyn lead her wherever she wanted, ready to lay back and fall into the familiarity of old routines. "I think I'll be okay with kill, as long as you always love me... I can be fine with anything..." Yeah, she would rather be killed than discarded, love was kind of psychotic that way, but it was exactly how she felt. Michelle reached up, grabbing Jocelyn and pulled the beautiful girl down right on top of her, grinning up like the big, dumb idiot she was. That very first damn day they had started something semi-serious, the day she was told not to fall in love... She had already been smitten, hopeless from the start. "But, don't you ever kiss another girl... Unless I say it's okay." She was going to be firm but Michelle gave herself some wiggle room. If it hadn't been for the anger and unexpectedness, oh and that stinging feeling of betrayal, she may have found Jocelyn kissing someone else kind of hot... They were both a little too slutty to rule it out completely... Guh, now she was feeling like a dirty moron just for saying that.
 
“You know…if you give me permission to kiss other girls, then you can’t throw them halfway across the room.” Jocelyn made a mental note to have Michelle apologize to Molly later…it really wasn’t the other girl’s fault for what had happened. “But I will admit, seeing you two fighting was kind of sexy.” Jocelyn nipped under Michelle’s chin, then worked her way up the other girl’s jawline with soft kisses and nuzzles until she got to her ear to nibble on. “Or maybe just watching –you- fight…” The young wolf purred, a little shiver running down her spine as she remembered the scene. It would have been better, had she not been trying to keep the two of them from destroying the apartment and Michelle from killing Molly. But still, remembering Michelle’s strength, her ferocity, the golden sparkle in her eyes that had let Jocelyn get a glimpse at her protective wolf…it was all a pretty big turn on. And seeing the other girl’s power helped Jocelyn’s wolf take interest again. Her lover still smelled wrong, there was nothing they could do about that… but having a big, strong, confident Alpha in her presence made it easier to ignore the unseen chemical change.

“I missed you so much…” She murmured against the arch of Michelle’s ear, her warm breath spilling down her lover’s neck as she kept nibbling and reacquainting herself with her lover’s form. Part of Jocelyn still couldn’t believe that her girlfriend was here, her hands kept roaming all over her body, just to make sure she was real and not a dream. The tall, athletic form underneath her was now more muscular than she had remembered. And as her mouth worked lower from Michelle’s ear and to her neck, Jocelyn could feel the slight change in texture where the bite mark was, the old scar made her growl softly, this was –her- mate and she shouldn’t have any one else’s mark on her! So Jocelyn bit down, hard enough that the bruise would probably show through the scar and the new tattoo.

“So I was thinking…you never did get your turn to top before you left….” Mostly because Jocelyn hated giving up control…and partly because she had fucked Michelle until both of them had fallen asleep before the other girl could fight for power. But Jocelyn had been thinking of this for awhile, to let Michelle take control of their first time back together because all control had been taken from her with that douchebag. “How would you like to tonight?” Even as she proposed it, Jocelyn was a little nervous. Usually when she bottomed for Michelle, it was because she was too tired to do anything but resist, or was of a state of mind where giving up control was cathartic (like how when she had freaked out about the SATs, Michelle had cuffed her to the bed and fucked her the day before so that she would calm down). Tonight there was no other reason for her to be the bitch other than that she wanted to, that in some twisted, romantic way, this was how she could show Michelle she truly loved her, trusted her, and would do anything for her.
 
Michelle huffed, knowing she may owe the girl from earlier an apology but not being eager at all to do so. In her mind, while the situation made it her fault, she was still jealous and resentful. Taking the initiative to say she was sorry for that, not going to happen, at least not to the current Michelle who still had the image and anger fresh in her mind. "I'm not just going to throw out permission left and right though... I have to meet them and like them." Michelle almost regretted bringing it up but she found herself thinking about Mara and Arlann. They had an amazing relationship and yet they also had a bunch of women in their lives, it seemed incredible. Besides, her and Jocelyn were still incredibly young, and while Michelle wanted commitment, it didn't have to be strictly monogamous. Really she was speaking out of her ass and these were just thoughts to rationalize the rather sudden decision, but it did sound pretty damn sexy and the young wolf couldn't find much wrong with the idea besides a serious possibility of jealousy. "I may have found you kissing another girl hot... If it hadn't been a surprise and I wasn't too busy raging." She chuckled, they were both freaks. Michelle found something so painful kind of hot and Jocelyn thought watching her and another girl fight was sexy. Freaks...

Freaky, or slutty if one wanted to be specific, could only last so long, because love was now all out in the open. Feelings, they changed everything. "Ouch! Hey..." She smiled at the bite, comfortable enough now to be happy at the gesture and not sad by what it reminded her of. She was Jocelyn's, no matter what... Though she was still holding out a bit of hope that Arlann could help, even if she felt doubtful that anything could fix what had been done to her... Aside from killing the bastard. Yeah, she had thought about that a lot, but it wasn't something she was going to dwell on, not right then. Jocelyn was so much more important than anything else, especially the piece of shit that tried to ruin them. "Wait? Me... Top?" Her mind screeched to a halt and she looked up at Jocelyn's nervous face. Clearly her girlfriend wasn't sure about giving up her position as top and yet it was precisely what she was offering. To most people it would have seemed plain and taken as it was, but Michelle understood exactly what her lover was trying to do. "I'll definitely take you up on that offer..." She grinned, moving her lips up to Jocelyn's ear, "I've been dying to show you the new me... I've grown much closer to my wolf... And much, much stronger." She growled, exerting a bit of that strength to roll them over and be on top again, looking down at Jocelyn with both amusement and desire. She fucking loved this woman.

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Michelle had wasted little time getting her strapon, though she didn't use it immediately. Michelle had wanted to get the most out of the rare chance, teasing and getting reacquainted with her lover. That meant licking and biting every inch of her, and leaving more than a few marks on every part of her body. Only when Jocelyn was a needy, panting mess did she finally shift the attention to the large toy attached to her hips. She hadn't used a potion, as tempting as it had been, choosing instead to ensure she lasted and Jocelyn was the one continuously cumming. Not that it had happened yet. Michelle had been purposefully avoiding it, stopping just before and even taking a break between her teasing and actual sex to make Jocelyn suck on the toy for a bit, giving the newly returned wolf a chance to watch her submit while Jocelyn cooled off. Only when she was sure did she finally put Jocelyn on her hands and knees, coming up behind her and lining the toy up with her dripping slit. Anal had been her first choice but the toy was Michelle's, which was too big for her sluts ass.

"Fuck, I missed my gorgeous slut so badly... And it seems like you haven't played with yourself much, so tight." Michelle pulled several fingers out of Jocelyn's pussy, bringing them up to her mouth and licking them clean. "Such a good girl you've been." She grinned, moving even closer behind her sexy lover. Seeing Jocelyn on her hands and knees was a visage she could look at for days, but after a little more teasing she was finally pressing the head of her large toy against Jocelyn's slit. Her hands began to roam across Jocelyn's back and down to her ass, squeezing and slapping the mouth-watering backside. Only when she was satisfied did Michelle's hands take hold of her girlfriend's hips, holding them tight as she pressed her hips forward, slowly shoving the length of the toy inside of Jocelyn. She didn't go fast or rough, she was being thoughtful, but her steady pace didn't stop until her hips were pressed against her lover's ass. "Good girl, taking the entire thing..." She moaned softly, grinding her hips to feel the pressure and pleasure it provided, though only for a moment. After giving Jocelyn a short amount of time to adjust she moved her hips back, only retracting half way before bottoming herself out again, a slap echoing out as she smacked her athletic hops into Jocelyn's unbelievable ass. Again, again, each time she started moving a bit faster and a bit harder, and she showed no signs of stopping. She had teased Jocelyn, it was time to see how many orgasms she could draw out of her bitch.
 
“Yeah, you.” Jocelyn tried not to look nervous but she was failing, even more so as Michelle actually paused to think about what she was offering rather than just jumping on the proposition. She bit her bottom lip, contemplating calling the whole thing off, but her lover soon figured out why she wanted to do what she was doing and Jocelyn felt relief wash over her. “Oh?” Jocelyn’s face broke out into a grin as Michelle brought up her new, more primal side and all of her increased strength. “Well…don’t hold back.” The young wolf leaned up to peck Michelle lightly on the lips before falling back down onto the bed to look up at her beautiful girlfriend. “New and improved you may be, but I can still take you.”

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Michelle had Jocelyn fisting the sheets and squirming on the bed in a matter of minutes. Everything in her body wanted her to rush forward, to flip Michelle onto her back and put her in her place as bottom bitch. “Michelle…come on!” Jocelyn whined as her lover kissed down her inner thighs for what felt like the millionth time. She was soaking wet, her entire body was humming with poorly contained energy, and she was pretty sure that if she didn’t have an orgasm soon, she was going to die. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, and would be reduced to begging, Michelle stopped all her wonderful attentions all together and Jocelyn soon found herself being coaxed to suck her mate’s cock. Having the toy not be made real with a potion seemed to make the whole act of wrapping her lips around the dildo and taking a few inches of it into her mouth even more degrading than usual.

While she worked the toy with her hand and mouth, Jocelyn tried her best to grind the base of the dildo into Michelle’s clit with every bob of her head forward. She needed to get a little bit of vengeance, especially because she had been so close to cumming when Michelle had abruptly made her stop in order to get a blowjob. Her plan to make her big strong Alpha crumble first was soon foiled as Michelle pulled back and switched Jocelyn’s position yet again, forcing the young Marrok onto her hands and knees. She whined and wiggled her ass, impatient as ever to have her girlfriend take her. Guh, she hated this position, there was nothing she could do! At least before, when she had been on her back, she had been able to touch Michelle or kiss her back. Now she was forced to wait for when her girlfriend finally decided it was time to touch her.

A throaty, surprised moan flew from her lips as Michelle sank two fingers into her tight, soaking sex. She spread her legs a little further, a third finger being added nearly stole her breath away. “No penetration at all since you left…mmph…fuck…Michelle, please…” Jocelyn just about cried when her pussy was left empty once again. She looked back over her shoulder when Michelle pulled out of her, the young wolf staring in awe as her lover licked her fingers clean. And then her eyes dipped down, down to the large, thick shaft between her girlfriend’s legs… fuck…why hadn’t that thing seemed to intimidating earlier? As Michelle guided the head of the toy to her entrance, Jocelyn gasped, taking the first inch nearly made her scream. She let the front half of her body flop onto the bed. She clutched one of the pillows and bit down on it, hard, trying not to make too much noise and wake her mothers up.

“God…Michelle…If you keep- I can’t- I’m going to-“ The proper words of ‘please may I cum’ didn’t even enter Jocelyn’s mind as her lover’s hips increased in speed until she was bettering against the sensitive spot of her front wall again and again. She screamed, the noise barely muffled as she buried her face in the pillow and let her first orgasm wash over her trembling body.
 
Michelle had always been a top before Jocelyn, and part of her still thought of herself as a top, an alpha. It seemed more likely that her kinks and desire to bottom came directly from being with Jocelyn, as if they had some affinity that brought it out. Maybe that was it, or maybe she truly was a bottom beneath it all, but being on top was feeling very right for her and she couldn't help but enjoy it. Each teasing action was just another chance to see Jocelyn squirm, to see the need for more in her beautiful eyes. Michelle just wanted to observe every reaction, her own pleasure, while nice, was completely unimportant in the moment. Jocelyn was all that mattered, and every move on Michelle's part was planned to draw another moan or whimper, another look that begged for something more. A few instances were to humiliate the young Marrok a bit, push the limit, but even that was more for Jocelyn's reaction than to actually humiliate her. After all, it was only them, these were sights that only Michelle would ever see. To everyone else Jocelyn was completely dominant, a true alpha, only for Michelle did she give up the control she was so clearly fond of.

"I love knowing that nobody else has plunged inside of you since I left... Do you know why?" She couldn't help but grin as she asked Jocelyn the question, especially knowing she was pounding her lover so hard she wouldn't be able to get out an answer even if she wanted to. "Because it means you're only a bitch for me..." She leaned in, putting more power than ever behind her hips, growling as she used every ounce of her strength to ram the tight little pussy that belonged to her and her alone. As odd as it was in that moment, with Jocelyn writhing and moaning beneath her like a true bitch, she decided apologizing to the girl from earlier wouldn't be a big deal at all... She was the fucking winner, Jocelyn would submit to her willingly and say 'I love you' out loud, she could be the bigger person and say she overreacted. Fuck it, she could even say she was in the wrong, it didn't matter because she had what she wanted... Well, almost everything. There was one other thing she had to do as the top, she had to hear Jocelyn cum, to hear her moan and succumb to her desires.

It was horrible, the instant it came to mind Michelle was clear on the stupidity of what she was about to do, but whatever happened would be so damn worth it. The athletic wolf leaned forward, body pressed into Jocelyn's back, and bit the arch of her lover's ear. "As you always say... I want to hear you cum for me." She grinned, one hand wrapping around Jocelyn's waist while the other took a firm enough grip on her hair to pull her body up against Michelle's. Jocelyn soon went from burying her face in a pillow to being pulled up against an upright Michelle's chest, her voice spilling out without anything to drown it out and Michelle thrusting as hard as she could. "Cum for me bitch, let me hear you take it." She growled, releasing Jocelyn's hair and getting a gentle hold on her chin, just enough to tilt her head to the side and then roughly sink her teeth into Jocelyn's neck. It wasn't to break skin but there would be a very clear mark there for quite some time, enough for everyone to see that Jocelyn wasn't even up for consideration anymore. Nobody would take what was her's... Even if she may not be around much longer to enjoy it. Wild Michelle's confidence was definitely arrogance, or just stupidity, but her desire to claim Jocelyn and hear her moan and cry out was great enough to do so under Mara's roof... In the middle of the night... Without even trying to hide it.
 
Michelle’s words barely registered in Jocelyn’s lust addled mind. She couldn’t even venture a guess as to why Michelle was so happy that she hadn’t been fucked by anyone else since she had been gone. Hell, Jocelyn barely even knew her own name at the moment, all the girl knew was pleasure and that she needed to keep moaning into this stupid pillow otherwise someone would come and take that pleasure away.

“A-Ahhh!” Jocelyn let out a cry that was more surprised than pain as she was yanked up by her hair and pressed snuggly against Michelle’s front. She instinctively leaned back against the strong body with soft breasts, reaching behind her to grab onto any part of her lover that she could because the pleasure was too much, she needed something to hold on to. “Mi-Michelle…” The young wolf whimpered as her hips kept ramming against hers, distressed because there was a thought in the back of her mind was concerning her… She was supposed to be quiet, but she couldn’t remember why, all she could think about was how good it felt to be filled by her mate.

When teeth sank into her neck, Jocelyn screamed as her pleasure suddenly spiked. This was exactly what she wanted: to be claimed by Michelle, totally and completely, to remember what it felt like to belong to someone who made her feel safe. Jocelyn knew that she could let herself fall into a swirling pool of pleasure because her lover would have her. Michelle would have her and be there as she shook and sobbed and came over and over again.

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“Michelle! Oh Fuck! Oh God!”

Mara growled; her senses sharpening as she awoke to the sounds of her baby girl being defiled. The wolf snarled as the muffled moans continued as she climbed out of bed. Even though the master bedroom was on the other side of the sprawling penthouse, she could still hear her daughter’s cries as though their bedrooms were adjoining. I’m going to fucking kill her! Michelle was being bold by fucking her daughter right under her roof, Jocelyn was being careless and stupid about it, and Mara was going to teach both of them a fucking lesson.

At least…Mara was going to try to teach them a lesson. The furious wolf had only managed to make it to the door before her entire body froze. “Goddamnit Arlann! Release me!” The old wolf barked, actively struggling against the invisible bindings. There had been a time when she was younger when she may have been able to shift and power through the weight that held her in place, but now with her mage wife older and more powerful, there wasn’t much Mara could do and that was what pissed her off more than anything else: being powerless. “Let me go! How can you just lay there while they disobey house rules?!”
 
Being woken up by the sounds of her daughter crying out in pleasure was perhaps the worst thing ever, it was just uncomfortable and annoying, and it meant Mara was about to kill someone. Arlann tried to look past all of that and go back to sleep, but when Mara growled and jumped out of bed she had to do something, plenty irritated herself but not so much as to let Michelle get murdered her first night back. So she stopped Mara, a sigh escaping her lips as her wife flipped her shit, and not quietly either, though she wasn't so concerned about the sex crazed teens hearing. The girls were already out of their god damned minds, they knew they would be heard but were so bold as to do so anyways. "I'm not happy about it either love, but they deserve a delay in execution, let it go until tomorrow." Arlann wasn't going to tell Mara to completely forget about it, that wouldn't happen, but she could at least let them live for a few more hours and let Mara cool down a bit. Mainly letting her cool down a bit, it was all she could do. So, she yanked Mara back to the bed and wrapped her arms around the big, bad wolf of her's, and cast a little spell so they wouldn't have to hear any more of it.

With the noise stopped and her wife back in bed she gave a content sigh, nuzzling against Mara's neck and nipping at her ear. "Come on love, don't be too mad, you know we would have been worse if given the chance. Plus, maybe Jocelyn won't be so mad at you tomorrow now that her and Michelle have made up..." She trailed off, snuggling up as close as she could and smiling. "Sleep." Yep, she had done all she could for the two of them, she was ready to get a good night of sleep herself, still quite sore and tired from her own night with her own gorgeous woman.

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Michelle's brain wasn't so mush she didn't realize she was going to die after pulling Jocelyn from the pillow, but she stopped caring quickly. Jocelyn's voice was incredible and it made the young wolf growl as she brutally claimed her lover, hips smacking powerfully over and over, not letting a single orgasm, or even two or three, be the end. She wanted Jocelyn to cum so many times she either passed out or couldn't take it anymore. She was going to take the one night and make up for three months, and she was going to listen to every moan and whimper. "Fuck, I love you so much my little whore..." She snarled, redoubling her efforts, pushing her athletic form to the limit to give Jocelyn every ounce of pleasure she could. "Come on slut, tell me how it feels to be fucked like a bitch." Michelle wasn't yelling but instead nearly whispering, still holding Jocelyn against her form and pressing her lips against her lover's ear. Only, she wanted a better position, and after telling her what to do she shoved Jocelyn back down on all fours and took a firm grip on Jocelyn's hips. "I want to hear every moan slut, don't use the pillow." She reminded, just before she shoved the cock right back inside her mate.

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The next morning, what should have been Michelle basking in the glow with her gorgeous mate, was instead her waking up with a shocked look on her face and a burst of revelation... She had... She had... Gone fucking insane the night before. She pulled Jocelyn back and made her moan and cum in the apartment with Mara and Arlann actually there. Holy shit, what the fuck had she done? She took a deep breath and calmed herself down, the wolf so content and her desires so satisfied that she was finally in her right mind, but far too late. Only after a few moments of letting her mind fight between worth it or not she took a long, deep breath and smile. Worth it. Being with Jocelyn was always worth it and hearing her moan was more worth it than anything... Just hearing her... Guh, incredible. After coming to that decision she rolled over and looked at the sleeping Jocelyn next to her and cuddled into her, nuzzling her girlfriend and closing her eyes... Thank god it was Saturday.
 
Mara only growled even louder as her body was yanked backwards onto the bed. This was her house and that was her daughter and she wasn’t going to have some goddamn stray fucking her baby girl! This manhandling only served to make her more irritated. “Grrr…we never would have been so stupid.” Mara growled. She had respected both her parents too much to break a house rule when they had been alive. She highly doubted she would have done something as stupid as making Arlann moan in the penthouse had they lived long enough to see her end up with the mage.

“Hrrrmph…” Mara couldn’t keep frowning with Arlann smiling and looking so pretty. With an exacerbated sigh, she lay back down and kissed the mage’s forehead. “You’re so difficult…” The wolf muttered and settled in to shut her eyes and go back to sleep.

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Jocelyn’s back arched, her nails digging into Michelle’s shoulders as she tried to hold on while her lover’s hips lewdly smacked into hers over and over again. The filthy words pouring from her girlfriend’s mouth only served to make her wetter and moan louder. Some small, submissive part of her latched onto her lover’s dominant side, her inner wolf preening at the attentions given to her by a big, strong, aggressive Alpha. “Ohhh…fuck…Michelle…you feel so good inside of me.” Jocelyn couldn’t articulate anything more complex than that. She cried out as Michelle dropped her and set her back down onto all fours. The shift in position was uncomfortable for only a split second before her lover slammed forward, earning another keening wail from the young Marrok. “Don’t stop, please don’t ever stop.” Jocelyn begged, and would keep begging for orgasms for as long as she was conscious. She had been without proper sex for three months, Michelle was going to have to make up for all that time lost.

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Jocelyn was sooooo tired and soooooo sore the next morning. She was slow to wake up, only stirring because she felt Michelle rolling over and moving to snuggle her. The affection made her smile despite the pain, and her smile only grew even brighter as she opened her eyes and saw that this was all real. She wrapped her arms around Michelle and cuddled in closer, relishing in the way their bodies molded perfectly in to one another. “Hey you…” Jocelyn’s voice cracked and in that moment she realized that she had been moaning, screaming, and carrying on like a bitch in heat last night. “Fuck…we didn’t…?” Judging by how smug Michelle looked this morning, she definitely had managed to get an insanely horny Jocelyn to moan like a whore in her parents’ apartment while both her mothers had still been home.

“ Fuck, mom is going to kill us.” Jocelyn whined and buried her head into Michelle’s neck. She knew they had to get out of bed eventually…especially because every other Saturday they went out to brunch with her aunt Sammie and Sylvia. “Come on…we have to get ready, it’s family brunch today.”

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By the time Jocelyn and Michelle had finally gotten their lazy asses out of bed and had showered and gotten dressed, Arlann had convinced Mara that it would be a bad idea to maul Michelle to death on her first day back…and Mara had begrudgingly agreed to behave. But as soon as she saw her daughter with a deep, purple bite mark to her neck and an unapologetic looking Michelle by her side, Mara had forgotten her promise to be good and had darted across the room before even Arlann could stop her. Hand on Michelle’s neck, the two of them crashed through the screen door and onto the balcony where Mara immediately wrenched the girl backwards over the rail, nails digging into the flesh of her neck as she both choked Michelle a little bit and kept her from falling 95 floors down. “How dare you defile my daughter under my roof?!” The old wolf barked, gold eyes flashing between Michelle and the street below. This wouldn’t be the first person Mara had thrown off of the balcony, though the last two had been assassins and not a horny teenager.
 
Michelle had decided everything had been worth it, even if it wasn't such an easy decision to come to. Sure, Mara may actually kill her, but everything she had done last night had been perfect, especially Jocelyn's voice... So fucking sexy. It was even sexy after the fact, every word Jocelyn said with her slightly scratchy voice reminded Michelle of what she had done to her girlfriend the night before. Then there were the marks. Between the scratch marks on her and the bite and kiss marks on both of them... Little was left to the imagination. Even by Monday it would be nearly impossible to hide the revealing bruises and indentations. Everyone was going to know Jocelyn was coveted, and if the marks weren't enough she didn't mind throwing another whore across a room... No, bad, she had to be good and apologize for that... And not do it again to someone else. There were more immediate concerns however, because what Jocelyn was saying was a fact, Mara was going to fucking kill one of them, and it would probably be Michelle, because Mara liked to blame it all on Michelle.

"Don't worry babe, I highly doubt you'll be the one to die. If anything, it's going to be me that finds myself embedded into one of the walls." She chuckled, leaning over to kiss her gorgeous lover before groaning exaggeratedly. "Brunch? I guess I am hungry but now I'm really dead. It's one thing if you can hide away, but knowing we're about to go out in public... Mara's going to actually murder me." With a final whine of complaint Michelle got out of bed, taking a moment to kiss and nip at Jocelyn before grabbing some clothes and meeting Jocelyn in the shower so she could get in a few last minute kisses and gropes before she perished at the hands of Jocelyn's mom. Might as well die with a happy memory fresh in her mind.

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"Mara!" Arlann shouted, partially agreeing with her wife after seeing the bite mark but knowing clear well that, situational differences aside, Mara had constantly left a mark on her neck when they were young and stupid. Though admittedly when they first got together again it had been under strange and slightly tense circumstances. "Let go of her right now!" Arlann huffed, tempted to use her power to forcibly stop Mara but deciding against it. It was one thing to stop her wife in private, but she wouldn't do so in front of the kids when she didn't actually think Mara would hurt Michelle. After all, Mara was a lot more loving and protective than she liked to admit, and Michelle was part of their lives. Michelle on the other hand was surprised enough to yelp as she was taken to the balcony and dangled over it without being able to put up a fight. Even if she had been prepared it was difficult to say what would happen, she couldn't go all out against Jocelyn's parents... Even if she somehow had the ability. All Michelle could do was put on her bravest face and try to say something that wasn't stupid... And boy did she fail. The only thing she managed to utter was a joking, "Aren't you glad I'm back?" with a stupid little grin... At least she didn't go with the honest answer by asking Mara how she expected her to not defile Jocelyn with all her sexy moaning... She could definitely have been stupider.
 
"Grrrrrrrrrrrrah!" Mara nearly flung Michelle right off the balcony at that jackass remark. 'Aren't you glad I'm back?' What the fuck kind of stupid question was that? No! No she was not glad! She should have saved herself some trouble and a postage stamp by not writing to Michelle and telling her of Jocelyn's newest conquest. "I should have let you stay where you were." The old wolf snarled. This was the thanks she got for being nice: two horny teenagers flaunting their carelessness by humping eachother like wild dogs under her roof where there was a standing 'no sex in the house' rule. This was exactly why Mara Marrok wasn't nice to anyone who wasn't family!

It always amazed Jocelyn how her mother could move so fast in a dress and heels, if she had tried the same move, she probably would have faceplanted somewhere between the living room and the balcony. "Mom!" The young wolf chased after her mother and her girlfriend, silently praying that Mara would indeed trip before she got to the balcony. Alas, that was not her luck, Mara was already dangling Michelle over the edge with a look of pure fury in her eyes. "Mom, please don't kill her?" Jocelyn pleaded in a soft voice as gently put her hand on her mother's forearm as to not startle her so that she'd accidentally drop Michelle. "I really like this one... I even think she's...you know...mate material..."

"'Mate material?!?!'" Mara sneered at the very thought that her slutty daughter had any sense of what love was at this age. "What do you know of mate material?"

"I know that I was miserable when she was gone!" Jocelyn nearly shouted, annoyed that her mother wasn't taking her seriously. "I know that I am very happy she's back. And I know that I don't want anyone else. Remember when I was little? And you told me all that stuff about finding your heart's mate?" At a loss of what else to do, Jocelyn tried to poke at her mother's romantic side, a side that would get her easily embarrassed if it were revealed as to what a sentimental sap big bad Mara Marrok was. "What if she's it, like mom is for you? I don't know if Michelle's my heart's mate, not for sure because it's too soon, but what if she is? Do you really want to kill the girl who might be the one for me?"

Mara glared menacingly at Michelle and sized her up. The idea that this stray could be her daughter's heart's mate made her die a little bit on the inside. Arlann had been her childhood friend, she was smart and funny and wonderful...a little lazy, but still amazing. And when they had been reunited, at least Arlann had been a successful investment broker by that time. This girl was stray! A stray who had only managed to get some money via some dumb luck by saving Jocelyn and not getting herself killed in the process. Well...at least she has proven that she can protect Jocey... "Grrr...fine...but if you two decide to pull a stunt like last night again when your mother and I are trying to sleep, she's out." Begrudgingly, Mara yanked Michelle back up onto the balcony and let her go. No apologies for nearly killing her though.
 
It was a lot tougher acting confident and witty when she was being hung over a balcony, but Michelle thought she pulled it over rather spectacularly, but pissing Mara off wasn't the icing on the cake, it was something else entirely. Sure, seeing the older wolf flustered, especially with the knowledge that the woman cared for her in some small way, the care baskets and the letter warning her that Jocelyn had a date were things she wouldn't hate done otherwise. Plus... When she had needed them the most both Mara and Arlann were there for her, and it was pretty unconditional if you ignored the rules set down by the strict Mara, one of which she had broken in rare form the night before. Still, as pleasant as that all was something else stole the show entirely, and it was Jocelyn. It wouldn't have been impressive if it had only been the girl sticking up for her and asking her mom not to throw Michelle off the balcony and to her untimely death, that would have been normal, but when the words mate material flew out of Jocelyn's mouth it made Michelle's eyes brighten, whereas Mara was much less excited.

Arlann just started chuckled to the side, listening to her daughter crush all of Mara's expectations and arguments with words the wolf herself had said... Classic technique. Sometimes the only person who could defeat Mara in a contest of stubborn will was Mara herself. Arlann was quite thrilled though, she adored Michelle in her own way and liked the idea of her daughter and Michelle being in love, it was sweet and reminded her of her and Mara in a few ways. Michelle was kind of a pain in the ass like here, Jocelyn was as stubborn and willful as Mara, there were some parallels that made it quite cute to watch. Maybe another them wasn't a good thing... But they were so damn happy with each other she couldn't bring herself to think that way for long.

Michelle really was a pain in the ass like her though... Because as soon as the girl was let go she walked past Mara mumbling, just not quiet enough as she let out an "Asleep my ass" comment that made Mara's eyes narrow and a sharp "What did you say?" fly out of her mouth. Michelle, in great form, looked back with a wide smile and 'clarified' herself. "I said, I absolutely love your daughter, more than anything, and I'll never let her down again... Probably. Need a little wiggle room..." She chuckled, looking over at Jocelyn before running over and wrapping her arms around the adorable... Mate. Yep, mate, because she was mate material and Jocelyn was well above mate material. "Love you." She spoke, embracing her girlfriend without care.

It was only then that Arlann stepped up and grabbed Mara, pulling her out the door first after telling them to lock the door and hurry down. She didn't want to be late, especially with cute Sammie waiting, but mainly she wanted to remind her wife not to kill their daughter's lover. "Mara, you'll have to not throw off balconies and into walls. Jocelyn loves her, she's part your father's pack, and she's not the worst choice for our daughter... I mean, sure she's a stray with no real background now, but she's got us to support her and she's smart and strong... Our daughter could do a lot worse." Arlann knew little of that would get through to her fuming wife and added in one last concession, a more Mara focused one. "Besides, if you think about her situation and natural gifts... She could receive similar schooling to Jocelyn and they could both run Lykos. Maybe Jocelyn won't hate the idea as much when she's doing it with someone she loves, and someone who can share the burden. Just think of how much better it has been for us since I started working with you, and I'm not even that helpful." She grinned, snuggling up to her wife as they left the elevator and headed towards the car.
 
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