Alpha's Chambers

[Farryn]

Continued from; Hallways with Lucian

Farryn released a low, throaty laugh laced with a low growl as Lucian hoisted her up by the thighs, her legs wrapping around him effortlessly as she watched him, eyes waning their feral blue hue at the sight of his own lupine eye colouring. "You wouldn't have it any other way," she rumbled, eyebrow raised as she caught her bottom lip between her teeth briefly, "we both know that, baby." Then they were moving with the effortless grace afforded them by their wolfen nature, rather Lucian was moving, supporting the weight of the brunette as she stretched her arms over his shoulders and ran her hands through the back of her hair, trailing fervent, even harsh kisses along her his jaw and down his neck, her own canine's lengthening as though prompted by the way her mate's had.

Once the door to their room closed behind them, one hand snaked between the press of her ribcage against his to flick open the button of his shirt, grazing the skin beneath it hungrily as her mouth found his again.

[Lucian]

He stepped forward, the motion pushing his mate against the closed door that seperated them from the rest of the pack. Lucian didn't feel the need to lock it. Most knew better than to come knocking if the door was closed, unless they wanted to risk the Alpha male's wrath. Or, more importantly, the wrath of his mate.

Despite having Farryn pinned, Lucian would let her take control. It was something she relished in -- he knew that, and was more than happy to indulge her from time to time. He would never truly give up his rights as a male -- and as Alpha -- of course, but that didn't mean he couldn't spoil his beloved ever once and awhile.

[Farryn]

Everything she did she did to support Lucian as the Alpha, the leader of the pack. Almost everything. It was no secret that she followed his lead in all things that affected the pack as a whole, the large scale decisions were his and she made it clear that they were a 'team' in the least sappy way the word could be used. No one argued any more anyway, not really.

It was these little moments that she cherished control over though, she knew when he was giving it to her and amidst the bruising kisses she smirked, her nails raked over his chest, shoving his half unbuttoned shirt away from his shoulders, spine arching away from the door that her mate pressed her against, pinioning her with his hips. There were definitely worse ways to spend the morning after the most powerful night of the moon.