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The flame that burned between us flared like some feral animal, swallowing us both and enveloping the room in an intense heat. Sawyer and I were standing, my back pressed to the cool tiled wall, while Sawyer loomed over me. The water from the shower doused us but felt lukewarm in comparison to the heat the both of us had generated with our inner beasts. Sawyer's tail found mine and coiled around it, holding it as close as he was holding me. He'd moved as close as he could get without passing through me, his eyes heavy-lidded like he was drunk. He kissed along my neck, his hands exploring my naked furred body while my hands ran through the fur along his shoulders. In my wildest dreams I never anticipated that this would be happening between me and this madman, but like I'd said, he'd changed and seemed to have become less mad and more normal. He broke away from my neck before his maw met mine and we kissed, deep and passionate, our tongues explored one another as Sawyer bent his knees a little and lifted me. I almost always forgot that wereanimals had preternatural strength, making stand-up sex more of a pleasure and less of a chore.

A deep growl escaped Sawyer's chest as he thrust his hips, his member hard and hot rubbing along mine. The sensation drove moans from me as I writhed over him, I kissed him again, feeding at his mouth while that flame flared. The more we touched, the more we kissed, the more that flame burned and flared larger and larger. I broke the kiss and glanced down the lines of our bodies to see our members dry humping one another. I moved my own hips. Hungry for his touch, hungry to touch him back. He lifted me a couple more inches and his member disappeared underneath me. I adjusted the angle and offered him my most tender of openings. I felt him rub his head against my hot pucker, and the sheer sensation made me call out his name. He watched me with those startling yellow eyes, lost for a moment in what he was doing to me. He lifted me higher and licked across my chest, feeding at my nipples, while I arched my back and gripped his shoulders and arms, my nails biting into that tender furred flesh. I could feel the nail biting into the flesh, and on some level panicked that I might bleed Sawyer, but the other half of me, the feral side, Adelheid's side wanted to bleed him. She wanted rough. She wanted to be dominated by this adonis. Her words, not mine. Sawyer popped my nipple from his maw and watched me with those heavy lids. His arms lowered me with ease and once again he began probing me. He pushed and started to break down those tight inner walls. I wasn't as tight as usual thanks to Kane and Aleksander's earlier intervention, but being a werewolf meant I healed quicker than normal. That meant I tightened quicker than normal too.

There was no lubrication except for the pre-cum that Sawyer smeared across my opening as he slowly pushed in, a fraction of an inch at a time. I'd stopped moaning, and taken to shuddering over the blue tiger. I slumped forward over one of his broad, slender shoulders, I smoothed my hands through the back of his head fur as I whimpered, "Yes, yes, please, please Sawyer."

"You like me being slow?" he asked with a distant voice. Why was his voice so distant?

"Yeah, yeah I do," I shuddered against him. I looked around the bathroom and the whole room seemed to blur. It felt like I was drunk.

"You can feel it too, right?" Sawyer breathed against my shoulder, as he pushed another inch deep inside me.

I shuddered and stammered, "W-What's happening to u-us?"

He pushed another inch. "The binding has loosened my control. The room's blurring because I'm having trouble containing my illusions." He shoved hard and a couple more inches pierced me. God he was big. Bigger than Kane. But still not as big as Snow was. Sawyer was also thick though, perhaps the thickest I'd ever endured. Not that I was complaining. It felt amazing.

"Will us making love kill us, Sawyer?" I breathed against him as I shivered in his hands.

"No. I said I wouldn't allow anyone to harm you, even my own abilities. The world's just gonna look a little different for a while," he growled back as he sheathed that last inch inside me.

"Oh God!" I called out. Sawyer never faltered, he cupped my ass in his hands, his arms strained and he held me secure and steady. I eased back and touched my shoulders to the tiles again, while I gazed down at Sawyer's body. I knew Sawyer was a good looking feline, there was no doubt, but seeing him hunched over me, buried inside my ass and slowly thrusting his hips, grunting and moaning under his breath, made me appreciate him in a whole brand new light.

Sawyer's speed soon built up, he bucked his hips faster and faster with each thrust. My inner walls squeezed around his throbbing member, never loosening, almost refusing to tighten around him. He shuddered as he pushed and pulled that heat in and out of me. He pushed himself deep and pulled out with an almost painful drag. I began thrusting my hips down to meet his upward push. The sound of flesh smacking flesh echoed off the bathroom walls. I cried out, as Sawyer's hips bucked faster and faster, harder and harder, pushing his member as deep as he could go without breaking me in half. I clawed at the tiles, I dragged nails down his naked arms, ripping his flesh into small lines of crimson that spotted the cubicle floor underneath us. Sawyer responded by growling deep in his chest, and pressing himself as deep inside me as possible, he held me there and fucked me with small, sharp thrusts, those hanging furred blue and black orbs smacking against me as he pushed and pulled. I could feel my orgasm build, as well as the flame inside me burning higher and higher. It reached its peak and spilled over the pair of us. We had to finish this now, or Sawyer would forever be following me like some lovesick puppy. I leaned forward and kissed Sawyer hard, hard enough to bruise the maw. He dropped, dropped to his knees, my back swept down the tiles, as he jackhammered that member in and out of me, his pre-cum smeared my inner walls as his balls tensed for a heartbeat. He let out an almost deafening roar that I'd never anticipated from him before. A second later he spilled as much of himself inside me as he could muster. He shuddered as the orgasm crashed over him and reduced him to a quivering, hunched over form. I cried out as the sensation of him painting my inner walls with tiger seed sent me over the edge. I tensed and spilled a thick hot load over Sawyer's chest and mine. The two of us remained there, hunched forward, Sawyer licked gently at my neck for comfort, while I quivered over his shoulder. We stayed in the water, we allowed it to wash over us as the burning heat died and was swallowed back inside. I could feel Adelheid relax, she was sated for the time being. Sawyer's beast and hers were now bound as she and Donovan's had it seemed.

When Donovan had died and Snow had been taken, Adelheid panicked that her lovers, her beasts were being taken from her. She'd told me that we were still bound to Snow underneath the enchantment he was under, while our bond with Donovan had shattered and had left a space in the ranks for someone else to step in. Sounded odd, but Adelheid had told me that she needed a certain number of alphas that she would bind to and empower. She had even designated them with titles. It seemed her King, that was Donovan, had been replaced with the madman, that was Sawyer. I thought about that. Had she truly just replaced her bond with Donovan? Wasn't that heartless? She too had mourned the death of her King when Donovan had died. Then again, as cultured and as well spoken as she was, she was still a beast, a feral animal of the wild. Tears flowed from my eyes as I leaned against Sawyer, I had missed Donovan since his death. I wanted him back on some level, but I knew that was impossible. Sawyer glanced at me and without a word leaned back, he pulled out of me and then cradled me against him as I sobbed. I knew that this was the worst time to have a break down, but something told me Sawyer understood what was happening without even asking. I'd come in here to comfort him, and now the roles had reversed. Strange how that happens.

He held me and listened until the sobs died down and eventually ebbed away. He sat back on his ankles, and smiled at me as I sat down on the tiled floor of the cubicle. The water doused us both as he leaned in and gave me as tender a kiss as he could muster. He looked somewhat happier now. That was good. He moved back and winced suddenly. I had forgotten that Sawyer was bruised and battered after his confrontation with the council. He braced a hand on the cubicle floor as he growled deep in his chest. He was still badly wounded. I helped him stand and turned the hot water off. I helped towel him down and then decided he needed rest. A decent sleep. Making love to me in the shower was not what had been best for him right now.

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It had been decided that we take turns watching over the cathedral. After their encounter with the Puppeteer, there was a slight chance the council would track them down and launch an ambush on us here. Sawyer was out cold. He'd let himself pass out as soon as his head touched the pillow. He was now up there asleep beside Aleksander, who also seemed to have needed a decent sleep. Kane and I had had enough sleep for tonight it seemed. I sat on the front row of pews, while Kane stood in front of me, arms folded and eyes closed deep in thought.

"You truly intend to meet with the informant then?" his voice was cold and distant, breaking the silence between us in the cathedral hall.

"You said it yourself, its the best chance we have of finding Snow right now."

"Earlier you made it sound like you were headed in there alone," he replied.

"That had been the plan. I have a feeling that if Leon does show up, seeing me on my own might make him less inclined to turn tail and run straight away," I explained.

"You wanted him as dead as the rest of us though?"

"But you three are more hot-headed than I am, chances are Leon would show up and you'd skewer him from afar without hesitation."

"You are not meeting him alone."

"Is that a command? I thought I was the new alpha wolf?" I replied with a grin.

He frowned, and then caved, a smile curved his lips.

I looked down and added, "I'm taking Aleksander with me. I need you to stay back here and watch over Sawyer while he heals."

"No problem."

"If Sawyer heals, and Leon does give us the information we need, then we'll be set for our assault on the council."

"You sure about that?" Kane asked.

"If the rendezvous goes according to plan, then we'll await Maximillian and Basil's return, and then plan an attack," I explained with a defiant frown.

"Sounds like a plan, but I'm a little worried about those two," Kane admitted.

"Basil and Maximillian? How come?"

"Out of all of us those two are the most level-headed in a crisis. Even with Maximillian's loss, he's still collected in a brawl. They were the safest team we sent out after the council members. But what if someone got them?"

"You and I both know that's unlikely," I replied, "Maximillian's strength is the best among us, during training the werelion punched a crater into the ground, Kane. And Basil's teleportation ability is a guaranteed escape route."

Kane held his hands up and smirked, "I understand your confident in their abilities, but we never anticipated the council members visited one another in between council meetings."

I thought about that and eased back into the seat I'd taken. "What if another council member showed up?" I suggested. Kane nodded. "Then I hope it wasn't Jasper, because that is one bastard Max won't run away from."

"Jasper did incinerate his wife, Eben, wouldn't you want to tear his head off?" Kane replied.

I smiled and nodded. "I'm the same if I ever see Bartholomew. I don't know if I could control myself."

Kane walked toward me and tousled the head fur atop my head. "You'll be fine, when we meet with Dreamweaver again, we'll make him pay for what he's done."

"And the others?"

"All of them, one by one, they will fall. You understand?" Kane demanded with a grin. I grinned back and nodded.

Kane's grin suddenly faded, as did mine. A scent swept through the cathedral. Jungle heat and the sweet smell of lavender. I stood up as Kane glared down the aisle of the cathedral. The doors burst open a second later and a tall, broad-shouldered wereanimal stepped through. Dressed all in black. Sleak, black fur. Standing at seven foot two, eerie grey eyes and the glimmer of a silver loop through one nostril. The werepanther grinned as he slammed those doors shut behind him. His long sleak tail cracked like a whip behind him as he padded deeper into the cathedral.

"You all had me worried. I thought you'd all fell of the face of the planet," he growled as he walked down the aisle toward us.

Kane clenched his fists and took a step forward. I touched a hand to his chest and he stopped dead.

The werepanther grinned as he teased, "I had heard that you had taken over as alpha wolf, but didn't think you had it in you, pup."

"You don't know me as well as you thought," I replied with a glare.

"I've heard alot of things about you. Do tell me, where are the other four? I believe you organised some kind of simultaneous assault on three council members?" he grinned, "Good plan, but you fucked up."

"None of us fucked up, Jasper!" Kane snarled over my shoulder.

Jasper touched a hand to one of the pews and grinned at the black wolf behind me. "I'm not here to take you out. I'm here to congratulate you all. I understand you've all ascended to Level Three, right?"

Kane tensed and I nodded. "No point keeping it a secret if everyone's talking about the truth. What does it matter if we're all stronger?"

"You'll never win with just a quick power boost. You do realise that, don't you?"

"Oh? Sounds like someones a little anxious, and has decided to do his fighting with words, instead of action," Kane growled.

"Enough Kane. There's no point egging him on, if he wanted a fight he'd have burned the cathedral to the ground with us inside," I replied.

"True enough. I just figured you needed a reminder of what your up against. He bestows us with these powerful abilities. He takes them back when we perish at your hands. He then hands the power and position on the council to a new member. The council lives on, no matter who you kill. Understand?" Jasper grinned. He squeezed the back of the pew and flames flickered across the woodwork. "The beast council is immortal."

"You think we want to kill you? That might be true, but that's just a pleasant bonus. We want Snow back!" I snapped.

"Snow? The white tiger that Dreamweaver has been experimenting on?"

"Experimenting?" I stammered with wide eyes.

"Oh, you really don't know what Dreamweaver is capable of. The tiger finds something unique, and just has to disect it and understand how it works." Jasper smirked and added, "Nine times out of ten, his subjects don't survive."

"Bastard!" I snarled, I tried to take a step and Kane stopped me now.

Jasper lifted his hand and the flames died, leaving behind blackened scorchmarks in their wake. "You would do well to remember what you are fighting against, Eben Black, otherwise you'll be in for a nasty surprise."

Kane growled and slowly released me when he knew I wouldn't launch at the panther before us.

"There is one more thing I wanted to warn you of. The Puppeteer that your friends faced in Nevada. A little tip about his power; whoever is bound can be used from afar at any one time until the Puppeteer is killed."

"What does that mean?" I demanded.

"Think about it. I'll see you soon, Eben Black. Give my best to Maximillian. He should be landing in Paris soon enough," Jasper turned and disappeared back through the door without another word.

Kane and I remained quiet for a moment. Listening to the sound of a car door slamming in the distance. The sound of an engine flaring to life and then slowly distancing itself from the cathedral.

I turned and rested my head against Kane's chest. "That was...close."

"At least we know Maximillian and Basil are safe," Kane replied.

"But what did he mean about the Puppeteer? Whoever is bound can be used from afar?" I repeated, I looked up at Kane and suddenly it dawned on me. "Fuck Aleksander!" I snapped.

Kane raised an eyebrow and said, "Didn't you already do that?"

I punched Kane in the arm and dashed around him. "He bound Aleksander when he and Sawyer were in Nevada! Which means he can control Aleksander whenever he wants to!" I explained as I ran for the staircase. Kane looked on as I ran, and then followed without question.