Forbidden

Rejection, is the greatest aphrodisiac.
- Madonna, Forbidden Love

Viv never ran on pack property; not in Australia and now not in Nachton. She couldn't, not with her Vyusher R'asa markings, risk being mistaken for someone else. Even though no one said it, it was clear that a mistake could (or would) be implied. Fitting in has never been a constant in her life, why would Nachton be any different.

She so enjoyed being with the Pipers; not for the attention, but for the camaraderie. Their unity was from common blood and tribulations. From fighting together and bleeding together. They belonged just by being unique in their abilities and strengths. Viv's job had changed over the years and doing evaluations on the Pipers had been recent, but she enjoyed talking with all of them.

Pushing herself to her top speed, she tried burning the ache from her heart. She dodged in between the trees, grazing the bark so close that it caught in her fur, pulling at her skin painfully. The night was just passed the apex and mother moon was slowly making her way back down in the sky. Being in wolf form made the pain easier to deal with, and if she could...some days, she'd always stay this way.

The situation with Brig was now becoming perilous, as well as intensely passionate. Was there something between them, something undeniable and prophetic? Something akin to rage began to burn in her gut thinking about him and his accusations about Charlie. It pushed her further, harder and the wind burned her already tearing eyes as she thought of Charlie and his sweet smile. Viv was attracted to Charlie, and she knew if it had been anywhere else...any other time...going to Charlie would be easier.

She ran through the edge of a familiar smelling lake and turned her head to search the scents when she plowed right into a drop off in the water. Paddling her way back up to the edge, she pulled herself out of the cool water and snorted. The entire city was a distraction to her - the odd, new smells of other wolves, so much bigger than in Australia. Much of both packs had migrated to Nachton, so much so that Viv wagered the wolf population in the forest was not as big as it appeared.

Her fur dripped with water, further ramping up her annoyance, and she shook furiously to the tip of her tail, shaking the moisture off. Her brown fur was a matted mess of puff now and she passed the lake to dive deep into the woods to dirty herself up even more. Moving quickly through the trees, she recognized the area and unconsciously moved north of the center of the reserve.

Dirt and mud was caking to her feet now, the sickly hot night making drying off that much more difficult, so she decided to just push at her high speed and hoped that the wind knocked the muck off. Diving into a bush, the branches pulled at her fur, snagging and leaving leaves and twigs on her coat when the bush suddenly thinned and it opened up into a clearing. Viv came to a screeching halt at the scents.

The big red was standing, hackles up and teeth bared, at the center of a clearing she was intimately familiar. Viv immediately pushed her ears forward, matching the red's angry dominance as its scent flooded her senses, mingling want with hate.

Brig came to a dirt flying, screeching halt in the clearing where he and Vivienne first met. He paced in a large circle, shaking his head and snorting angrily, kicking up dirt as his anxiety grew. The run from the edge of the Strip took him less time than it normally would have, with him weaving in and out of traffic and in the shadows of the residential area that bordered on the reserve. All rules were broken as his frustration grew with the situation between them. Coming to stop, his huge furry body quivered as the slight breeze brought a little coolness to his heated body. His wolf eyes were drawn to the hill where he first saw her, perched beautifully at the top just inside the clearing, looking up into the sky. Even before he felt the full thrust of her scent, there was something so captivating about her.

His ears swiveled automatically toward the sound coming from the south. Brig backed up and readied himself for whatever was crashing through the brush as a pointed wolf barreled into the clearing in front of him. Covered in dirt and mud, Vivienne reared back and began snarling at him immediately triggering his rage again. His lowered his large head and snarled at her, his jaws dripping with saliva. A barrage of barking began between them as they both tried to assert their dominance. Finally, he had had it.

Brig charged her, butting her with the bone of his left shoulder, causing no damage but his speed was startling. Her scent was there and just as intoxicating, but his rage blinded him, again attacking her this time with his jaws and he bit at her flank as she turned swiftly and came at him, her teeth bared and sharp.

Viv bit hard into his chest and came back with bloodied fur. The smell of his own blood infuriated him and they rammed each other again, fur flying, their jaws clamping down on one another. Brig shook his mighty head, at least twice her size, and threw her back toward the treeline. Prepared for the move, Viv balanced her landing, sliding back on her paws. She charged him again, absolutely refusing to stand down.

Brig was stronger, heavier, and angrier than she realized when her instincts told her to attack. As soon as she lunged at him, her jungle sense told her she was being fucking ridiculous and deserved the ass beating she gets. He countered her every move, retaliated with twice the size, four times the weight, and ten times the fury. It was like throwing herself against a brick wall with fur. Still, she could not back down and submit.

When front assault seemed futile, she resorted to going for the soft underbelly with speed, and managed a bite or two on his sensitive areas but was rewarded with a full weight battling ram against her ribs. Without really wanting to kill him, she could do nothing but deflect his direct hits since he was avoiding using the full force of his jaws on her. As soon as she thought that, Viv managed to knock him off his front legs and send his jaw into the dirt. He backed up, shaking his muzzle and snorting.

Viv gave him a final look, conceding to the draw (who was she kidding, she was lucky he didn't tear her in two) and shook out her fur. The clearing was covered in light splatters of blood, spit, fur, and claw marks dug deep in the dirt. With a huff, she turned her back on him and trotted out of the clearing.

Suddenly she was pushed down to the ground, Brig's full weight on her back and shoulders and his teeth on her neck, almost piercing the skin.

Brig had experience whereas she had youth. Her speed was faster than he had ever seen, but his massive weight was like brick wall, stopping her at every try. Knowing he could have snapped her neck in two with his jaws if he got angry enough, he backed off using his teeth at all, but she gave him a serious run for his money.

Viv kept running at him, trying to knock him off balance and the more she did it, the more annoyed he got at her stubborn, hard headed tactics. He threw her with a swipe of his paws several times. Each time Viv returned, till finally she managed an underhanded kick to his legs and sent him falling forward, muzzle in the dirt. He had no problem stopping - she had held up her end of the fight well enough - but when she turned her back on him, presumably accepting his defeat, Brig could take no more of her insolence.

She reached the edge of the clearing when used all of his weight and came down on top of her, pushing her top half into the dirt. His sharp teeth clamped down on the back of her neck and his claws dug into her fur, threatening to tear her to shreds. Finally he heard of whimper of fear as she was crushed beneath him.

Pulling on her skin, Brig could taste her scent as well as intense fear. He'd never hurt her, not ever, but his wolf instincts overwhelmed him and he gave his head a good shake, pulling her head back. She turned her brown eyes toward him, wide with fear and submission. What happened next hadn't crossed his mind once, but now it was all he could think about.

Lifting his body off her lower legs, he curled his hips beneath her, pushing his already hard self into her. His front paws slipped off her shoulders, but held her close as he moved into her. Brig felt her hips move, arching her back as she accepted him and they came together for the second time as mates.

His full weight on top of her was terrifying. Brig crushed her and threatened to tear her throat out at the same time, forcing her to whine softly beneath him. His scent was thick on her, as was his breath, and when he began repositioning himself to take her, that its heady musk made her dizzy with want.

Viv turned her head and huffed at him, snapping her jaws lightly as he moved into her. He returned her familiar gesture by repositioning his bite on her neck, again another show of dominance, and quickened his pace. They moved with a measured rhythm till his thrusting turned hard and he ended the ritual by releasing the gruff of her neck slowly. Viv tilted her head back and rubbed against his chest as he moved off her.

Brig stood in front of her, his head low, looking deeply in her eyes with his blue ones. Gently he touched his nose to hers and licked the side of her face. She returned it with a rub of her jaw against his muzzle. Then he turned into the forest and jumped into the brush, leaving her behind.

Viv curled up on the forest floor, letting the dirt beneath her cool her body. With a thoughtful sigh, she laid her head down on her paws and closed her eyes, trying to remember the heavy weight of him and the softness of his fur.

((ooc Viv and Brig out))

Continues - The only exception