To Whom It May Concern:
Thanks for the critiques, I hope you find this sequel most enjoyable.
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Using every ounce of control he had, Conlan raised his hands up, putting them on Liz's upper arms and very, very gently pulled her away from his chest. He lifted her up as if she weighed nothing more than a feather on the wind and then started walking towards the couch.
Once there, Conlan spun Liz around in mid air, catching her by her elbows and then he gently set her down on her feet. Putting his arms around Liz, Conlan pulled her close to him, putting her back against his chest. Wrapping his arms around her in a vice like grip that was tight enough restrain her. Conlan then sat down with Liz in his lap.
{Since you can hear my thoughts,
Elizabeth Sheridan
,} thought Conlan using Liz's full name, {and since I don't trust myself to 'speak' the right words I'll talk to you telepathically. Okay, with you?}
{Yes.}
{Good......I need you to understand the......implications of what you just asked me to do.}
{Go on.} Thought Liz, has she turned her head to look at Conlan.
{You remember when I said that 'wolves mate for life and the same goes for us Werewolves.} She nodded yes.
{I wasn't joking when I said it; to mate with me is to mate FOR LIFE. You would be unable to bear children for anyone, human or otherwise, but me and ONLY ME!}
{So this couldn't be a one time deal,} replied Liz.
{I'm afraid so,} thought Conlan, has he released Liz from his hold.
{Oh, I see...,} thought Liz as she got up off of Conlan so he could get up.
"Conlan?" asked Liz out loud, behind Conlan as he was walking away. Turning around Conlan was caught off guard when Liz tackled him to the floor.
"Liz I told you we can't. Now get off me will, ya," asked Conlan. "Make me," replied Liz laughingly, has she straddle Conlan above the stomach, putting her full weight on Conlan's shoulder's pinning him there. "You asked for it," said Conlan, has he rolled them both over, inevitably pinning Liz beneath him.
"Got'cha!" said Liz, has she wrapped her legs around him, and reached up to kiss him. Conlan froze, not expecting the kiss. The feelings he was experiencing started to bring back the memories of when they used to wrestle and rough house when they were younger. Pulling back Conlan took a deep breath and looked deeply into the electric green eyes of his best friend and comrade. "Liz Iβ..." began Conlan before she silenced him by putting a finger over his lips.
{Shh, it's alright. I want this to happen, Conlan. Because.........because I've known for quit sometime that you love me. Not with a brother's affection for his kid sister, but the way a man would love a woman. I've been on many dates Conlan and you may not know this but none of the men I have ever dated felt right, all they ever wanted was to get in my pants and use me for their pleasure. But ever time I saw you IβI felt like I was safe and......loved.}
{I know Liz, but I just......just wanted you to find a human lover to settle down with and forget about me and my family...... To live as my mate, or has the packs and L.C. would classify you as my......my......bitch, is to live on the edge constant danger. And I just couldn't do that to you Liz.}
{Conlan, I don't care. I love you more than just as friend; I want use to more than JUST friends. Please Conlan, I can't take it any more I......I want to feel your skin next to mine.}
{ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THIS, Liz?}
{YES! Take me as your mate,} and she kissed him.
Gathering her close to him, Conlan stood up slowly so he could maintain the kiss and started towards the stairs.
When they reached his room, not bothering to turn on the lights, Conlan gently laid Liz down on the bed. Stepping back from her, Conlan let his gaze travel over his soon to be mate. Liz was 5'9" 160 lbs, blond hair, green eyes. She was wearing an almost black baggy blue t-shirt that was shredded in several places. Revealing her braless, soft, perfectly curved, unblemished......breasts?
{Liz, my mate, your not hurt?}
She mentally laughed as she thought, {Of course I'm-}
{No, you misunderstood me. When I brought you home earlier tonight, you had lacerations across your back and from your navel all the way up to just below your neck,} thought Conlan, sending her the images of the condition she was in, when he checked on her after the fight earlier that night.
{I......was...that...badly hurt,} She asked?
{Yes, you were.} He replied.
{And that's why you had the med-pack out? So you could tend to my wounds?} Thought Liz, has she pulled Conlan's baggy shirt out of his pants. Just has he nodded his head.
{Liz, there's something you should know,} hesitated Conlan.
{Go on.} She replied, as she pulled his shirt over his head and off his body.
{When you were living with me and my family after your parents died in that car crash. My parent's and I kind've fooled around with the idea of me turning you into a Lycan like we are.}
{And...?} She replied, unbuckling his belt.
{So, mom had one of her contacts in the Lycan Coalition take some of the blood samples the hospital took when you were hospitalized. After they pulled you from the crash and had it tested. The tests showed that.........one of your ancestors had been a.........Lycan of the Leo Tigris variety, in other words a Weretiger.}
{Which means...?} Liz asked has she unfastened Conlan's pants.
{There's a good possibility that you may have inherited some of the enhanced capabilities we Lycans have from your ancestor, albeit a distilled but still......}
{You were born a Lycan right?} She asked, resting her hands on the top of Conlan's black boxers stopping her pealing of Conlan's clothes.