Chapter 6 It's Complicated

Blushing, Thayor cleared his throat and said, "Sorra, we ARE going to complete the mating bond tonight regardless of what you said earlier. It would be simpler if you would come willingly." He said it with the power of his Alpha blood believing that she would be powerless but to comply. Rather, Sorra looked at him with disdain.

"I am not just any petty wolf that can be dominated by your pathetic attempts to control me. You have no idea who I am and what I am capable of, and truthfully, there is nothing I could care less about than if you are removed from your seat of power." she said with the authority of an Alpha, no, a goddess. The room trembled with her words and Thayor flinched before striding to her.

Any other wolf would have stepped back or cowered, but Sorra stood her ground. He strode up to her glaring down into her pale blue eyes, merely inches away. The tension between them rose as they breathed heavily. The anger however quickly turned to magnetic attraction. Sorra wanted to dig her nails into his hair and feel the coarse unshaven scruff against her skin. Thayor breathed in her intoxicating smell and could barely contain himself wanting to put his hands all over her.

Sorra finally broke the silence breathlessly, "I can be your lover and your bedmate, but I will rip out your throat if you dare mark me." Thayor didn't spare a moment, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her tightly against him and kissed her mouth passionately.

Amidst their passion Thayor mumbled, "That will do for now."

When she heard the words she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him as if she were drowning and he was air. He returned the passion with the same energy and the wolves within them howled in pleasure. They spent the night lovemaking and exploring each other's bodies. When dawn broke the sky, they were breathless lying side-by-side gazing into each other's eyes. Thayor had kept his word and had refrained from marking her, though every fiber of his being yearned to let the world know Sorra was his own.

"Who are you, Sorra?" Thayor asked in quiet admiration.

"It's complicated," she smiled, "I admit, I'm more than a little curious to know you better, High Lord Alpha."

Thayor growled and kissed her softly. "That is nice when you call me that, but I like the way you say my name better."

"You aren't really insane, are you? Where do all these rumors of your ferociousness come from?" Sorra asked.

Thayor's eyes dulled a bit. "It's complicated," he responded. Sorra didn't want to pry into her lover's past, after all, she wasn't his mate, so she put her head on his muscled chest and sighed before drifting to sleep. He was relieved she didn't ask anything more, it was just so painful to dredge up the past. He put his arms around her and drifted to sleep.