Legend of the Shifters {Cloudy and Renny's RP}

[Toothless]

[We doing the mate thing?]

[Renny]

[ yeah, sure! I like it. ]

[Toothless]

[Okay! Responding~]

[Toothless]

Shaya decided that she would kill anyone who tried to take this male away from her. Rumbling happily, much like a wolf would, she rubbed her cheek on Roman's chest and patted him lightly. Her wolf had already decided that Roman was theirs; there was no ifs, ands, or buts about it. Her wolf saw many things in black-and-white; Roman was a calming presence, and so her wolf wanted him around. Shaya agreed. Something distracted her slightly - a weird, but pleasant taste in her mouth, sort of like she'd just eaten a spoonful of the best honey. The taste coated her mouth, but she ignored it, focusing on Roman. The she-wolf nipped him lightly and playfully, once again rubbing her cheek against his chest. Though Shaya was as equally as dominant as Roman, she and her wolf knew when to push and when to give, and currently, her wolf was happy to submit to the male she deemed worthy. Her wolf was feisty, often refusing to submit to anyone, even her alpha. She didn't bother to acknowledge any attempts to dominant her if she didn't deem the wolf or shifter worth her time.

[Renny]

Roman purred, his one hand sprawled over her back, keeping her close. The hand that was laced through her hair moved down to cup her face, thumb rubbing against her jaw. He gently tilted her face back, and the tiger in him purred, and Roman tilted her head up so he could see her face. Without a second thought, he pressed his lips to her own. He felt it like a shock. The taste of honey that had coated his mouth intensified, and then the pleasure. It jolted him so strongly he moaned softly against her mouth. His vision blanked for a moment and he shuddered, everything exploding in aches of pleasure, usually only coming after intense sex, but it happened everywhere. Everything tingled with such intensity, he trembled at the aftershocks.

[Toothless]

When Roman kissed her, Shaya's entire form shuddered, a soft sigh of pleasure escaping her mouth. Her vision went black for a brief second, before it returned, its focus on Roman. Her body was thrumming with pleasure, as if a liquid fire was pumping through her veins, releasing dopamine and serotonin. Instinctively, she nipped at Roman's bottom lip; her wolf wanted to mark the male, and Shaya found that she agreed. When the pleasure faded away to a warm afterglow, Shaya understood what happened. Her gray-green eyes widened in shock, nostrils flaring slightly to draw the male's scent in. Her mate. Her mate. This man was her true mate, the other half of her soul. Her wolf was smug, prancing about, contended. The animal was ecstatic to have found her mate. She actually didn't care if the male was a wolf shifter or not; all of that was irrelevant at the moment, since the Fates had decided Shaya and Roman were meant to be together.

Fuck. Her mate. A longing filled Shaya with such an intensity that it physically hurt; her chest tightened. Her wolf wanted to claim the male, wanted to mark him so all other female shifters would know that Roman was taken.

[Renny]

She seemed to feel the same, making Roman shudder at the thought. He didn't even know her species. He just wanted her. His hands clutched at her hips, and his tiger growled, suddenly wanting release. He dipped his head to nip at her neck, sucking on the sensitive skin behind her ear. "Let's get out of her." His eyes flared, luminous gold, like liquid fire as he suddenly needed her. He needed to bond with her, now. She was his, and she belonged only to him. His fingers clenched into her waist and he breathed deeply. Mate. He thought, his woman, his lover, his only Beloved. His eyes faded back to blue and he forced himself to pull away. It hurt, and he let out a soft whimper, but he looped his arm around her waist and pulled her from the dance floor. He didn't care where they went, as long as they stayed together, attached at the hip.

[Toothless]

Shaya found herself nodded, allowing her mate to pull her off of the dance floor. Her gray-green eyes were glazed over with shock and desire, and she instinctively shifted closer to Roman, snuggling into his side. She found herself eager to know what kind of shifter her mate was. Maybe he was a wolf; who knew? In the back of her mind, Shaya felt doubt. She was a latent shifter; what male would want to claim a shifter who couldn't even shift? Her wolf was trapped, buried beneath the frozen lake that was Shaya's will. She wanted to be able to let her wolf run, but she didn't know how. As a rule, shifters always changed during puberty, but when Shaya hadn't, it had become obvious that she was latent. Her father, who had been cold to her before her mother died, shunned her further. As a preteen, Shaya had been left to fend for herself, and the constant 'who would want a latent shifter as a mate' caused doubt to fester in the female's heart and soul.

[Renny]

Roman felt a twinge in his gut. He wanted her right now. But he wondered, what was she? Maybe a tiger, however unlikely, but she would have to be powerful. He was the heir to rule the tigers. Ever since the exile of the lions, the tigers ruled the big cat shifters, and Roman's father was the oldest son of the oldest son, of the oldest son, continued on. And ever since his brother's death, Roman was now was destined to be King. She would be his Queen, no matter what she was. Roman felt his tiger pace, anxious. His blood rose, heat flushing his pale cheeks and making him almost glow. He led her to the bar, grabbing his scarf and gloves and blazer from the back of the stool. He knew a secluded room in the back, used only by the high ranking shifters. He'd kick anyone out if they tried to get in his way of being with his mate, but the Fates smiled down on them, because the room was blessedly empty. It was dark, but his eyes adjusted to the soft shadows and it wasn't too dark to see Shaya. Roman moved quickly, dropping his scarf, glove, and blazer to the floor and moved in on her. He slid his hands over her hips, pressing in for an anticipated kiss.

[Toothless]

Shaya made a soft sound in the back of her throat as Roman swooped in to kiss her. The she-wolf kissed him back, nipping at his mouth, obviously possessive. He was hers, and that was all the matter. Rumbling, Shaya pressed herself against her mate, class lightly pricking his chest. Though she was latent, Shaya was also an alpha and that meant she could partially shift. Her gray-green eyes were glowing with desire and need, wolf pacing anxiously. She wanted to claim her male and seal their mating, and was pushing her desires onto Shaya. As a result, the female once again bit Roman, though not hard enough to break the skin.

[Renny]

Roman felt her nip at him, and his tiger growled. They both were dominant, that much was true, and Roman smiled. He hadn't wanted a submissive mate, rather one who he could respect. The sweet honey flavor was intoxicating, making him lightheaded. Now they that they were out of the club-bar part of the establishment, he could smell her animal, but it didn't register. All he wanted was her, he could smell the cool mint and sweet desire. He pushed her back towards the bed towards the back wall. His hands came to rest under her thighs, lifting her up so she wrapped around him. Roman held her up and his tiger growled within him, pawing at his insides. Roman moaned softly, and he felt a ripple as his tiger threatened to break loose. The animal and human form melded, their minds together as he looked down at her. He placed her on the soft sheets of the bed, pulling the shirt over his head to reveal the silky pale skin, and black and purple bruise that marred his beautiful skin. However, with the rush of endorphins and adrenaline expelled the pain as he crawled onto the bed with her, shoving her shirt roughly up, growling softly, tempted to just rip the fabric off.

[Toothless]

Shaya's wolf preened at her mate's display of dominance. She allowed herself to wrap her legs around Roman as he pushed her back onto the bed. She growled approvingly when he took his shirt off, though worry flooded her gaze at the sight of the large bruise. She ran her hands along his chest, growling with desire and admiration. Shaya released a rumbling purr sound, allowing Roman to pull the shirt over her arms and head, revealing the nude bra she'd donned earlier when she had been rudely awakened by Geoff, one of her dad's enforcers. She could smell him fully, could scent what animal he was, but she ignored it for the time being; her brain blocked it out, focused wholly on enjoying the time with her mate. She returned to running her hands along the smooth skin of his chest, claws scraping lightly at the skin. The honey taste in her mouth was aphrodisiac, heightening the sense of pleasure she experienced when he mate touched her. The wolf who shared Shaya's mind was growling, wanting to mark the male as mated, wanting to seal the mate bond. She liked Roman's display of dominance, found it worthy of her submission, but Shaya had rarely ever submitted easily. While most male shifters would be intrigued by the idea of fighting for dominance in the bedroom, that intrigue quickly turned to annoyance when Shaya didn't respond to their orders.

Smiling wickedly, the she-wolf twisted sharply, and dove away from Roman. It was time to test this male.

[Renny]

Roman's tiger growled, and Roman couldn't help, but shiver at Shaya's touch. He felt a shiver run down his back. He felt his fangs grow in, a growl rippling through his body, shaking with his core, making his skin ripple as if he was changing. But he wasn't. He moved quickly with her, a hand pressed against her back as he moved with agility when she twisted away. He chuckled softly, his fingers unclasping the back of the nude bra with skill. His eyes were luminous, the gray blue of them shimmering. He undid his belt, throwing it to the floor, the jeans sinking a little lower on his hips. His tiger wanted her, his tiger wanted her every way. Front, back, shifted, not shifted, and everything. Although, the Tiger figured this female was another tiger, making it possible for the animals to breed like the humans did. However, the part of Roman's brain that sent off alarm bells was flooded with the sense of such pleasure, that this woman was his. He'd never let another male touch her, unless it was their child. Which, of course, was not what Roman thought, since all he wanted was her on him.

[Toothless]

Shaya cursed when Roman managed to unclasp her bra, but with agility borne of years of martial arts training, she managed to wiggle away from him and make it across the bed. Her wolf was slightly annoyed with Shaya, having found Roman worthy of her submission. Shaya, however, was an alpha, and would never submit to anyone unless they earned it. Her eyes glazed over slightly when he undid his belt, narrowing as the jeans sunk lower on his hips. Her wolf was interested in knowing what kind of shifter he was - she figured he was another wolf, or maybe another canine shifter - but didn't care all that much. All she wanted was her mate.

[Renny]

Roman slid his fingers over his hipbones. "Like what you see?" His voice was low, rough, chin tilted downward so he looked up at her from his long, dark lashes. His smile revealed his slightly lengthened, and pointed teeth. His eyes glowed, and he practically pounced. Roman loved a good chase. He was good at it to. He watched her, letting his plush lips smooth over his razor sharp blades of teeth. This was natural, his tiger seeming to know what to do. He wanted to impress her, her being his mate and all. His tiger lashed his tail and Roman moved to lay out next to her, not touching, but keeping his beautiful blue-gray eyes locked on her. He was in a constant state of purring, the rumble in his chest deep and rolling, like the waves of the ocean. He lay out like a graceful cat, lounging, not modest at all, liking when someone looked over him, reveling in admiration and adoration. He'd let her come to him, and he was a very patient cat.