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Chapter Two

Lance stood in middle of the large dungeon cell where the battle had raged. His body had shifted when he and his brother had fought; and he had won that battle. Even now, the remains of his body had been removed from the mansion dungeon. But that battle had been over a week ago, and yet he was unable to force his body to calm enough to return to human form. The trauma of having to kill his brother in order to maintain the order of the pack had been more than he could image. The council had been worried about allowing him to roam the mansion freely, until he had calmed down; but his body refused too. They had locked him in the large dungeon cell and only his father and younger brother came to check on him and bring him food.

Lance constantly thought of Anastasia and his heart would ache with the pain of not having her close to him. Her touch would calm him; but she wasn't here. He let out a long mournful howl. As he drew in a deep breathe for another howl, he caught a familiar scent. He drew in another deep breathe. It was HER scent. But how could that be. He shook his head, and yet her scent was still there. And it was growing stronger. He heard the light steps of feet falling on the dungeon stairs and he watched as his father and younger brother entered the small chamber just outside of the cell. Her scent intensified. He breathed it in deeply, closeing his eyes as he did, and felt himself beginning to calm a little. And when he opened his eyes; she was there. He let out a long deep sigh and then howled with joyed.

Lance watched Anastasia as she walked to the cell and touch the solid silver bars that ran from floor to ceiling. "I'm here," she said as she reached her arm threw the bars and to him. He stepped forward and allowed her hand to rub her hand over his chest and then cup his face. "I love you," she said so sweetly as she looked into his eyes, "and I'm here for you, my darling." He dropped to his knees and let her touch calm him.

Anastasia turned towards York and demanded that she be allowed in the cell with Lance. She watched as he hesitated a moment before nodding in agreement. She watched him, in lycan form, step away from the cell door as she entered. She watched his nostril flare as he breathed her scent in deeply. She walked towards him as the pure silver cell door slammed shut. It didn't occur to her to wonder who was opening and closing the door for her since silver would kill a lycan, or to wonder if they were just gloving their hands. It didn't matter to her at the moment. All that matter was Lance.

Anastasia felt light-headed when Lance pulled her body next to his. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her up. She cooed as his long muzzled rubbed the side of her face and neck. But most of all, she felt his hardness growning. He needed her; not just her there with him, but buried deep inside of her. And with one swift, and yet delicate, swipe of his clawed hand, he stripped her of her shirt and bra together. She gasped lightly as his eyes literally glazed over as he stared at her naked breast. She felt his breathing become rapid and his eyes roamed up her breasts, neck, and then met her own. If she didn't know better, she would have sworn his lycan face was smiling.

Lance set Anatasia back down on the floor and watched as she removed her remaing clothes. He pulled her back to him and lifted her light body. He watched her eyes widen as he entered her. She was already wet, and yet she gasped as he pushed further in. All though she couldn't hear them, he could hear his father and brother on the stairs. Their foot steps were not ascending, but had halted. He knew that they were listening to see if he mated her, or killed her. He heard his father chuckle when she gasped as he pushed fully into her. It was only when her moans grew louder did the footsteps finally ascend.

Lance too brought himself to climax and released deep in her. He also felt himself being to relax for the first since before he had received his father's letter. But he was not finished with Anastasia; not by a long shot. He pushed her back up against the rock wall of the cell and began to move inside of his mate. Her moans grew again as she came on him. He felt her arms wrap even tighter around his neck as she pulled him closer to her. His muzzle now rest on her shoulder as he pushed in her harder and harder. He listened to her gasp as he slammed himself into her, which in turn, slammed her back into the wall. "Lance," she moaned each time he pinned her there.

Lance let out a long, satisifing howl as he again released in Anastasia. He felt her womanhood pulsating around his hardness. Her eyes showed complete satisfaction as well. "Use me," she gasped. Her eyes fixed on his and she again said it. "Use me, Lance. Use my body to find your human self. Return to me. Use me until you have spent all that pent up anger and guilt." She now begged. "Return to me, please." He saw the tears glistening her eyes. He could feel himself getting closer to his human self and he again moved in her.

Anastasia ran her fingers through Lance's fur before gripping it in her fists. His thrusts in her made her gasp over and over. She noticed that they were not as hard as before, but more gentle somehow. She allowed him to use her to; to use her body in order to return his human self back to her. But she had to admit, this side of him did have it's perks. He was bigger and more aggressive and she loved it. His need for her was always stronger when he was in this form. And his lycan side had waited a couple of weeks just to have her.

Anastasia screamed with pleasure as she again came. Her whole body shook form the intensity of her orgasms. She saw Lance's lycan smile and she too smile at him. She let the pleasure of having him in her over take her and she came over and over again. He lasted longer this time. Pleasing not only her, but the human side of him. And with his own releasal this time, he returned to his human self.

Anastasia didn't know how long she and Lance laid on the cold floor, nor did she really care. But that night, after they were released from the cell, she made love to him several times in his own room. He had returned to her, but she still looked forward to full moons, when he would once again be in his lycan form. She rarely left the comforts of Vladmir Mansion. She remained there until her death. But before she passed, she gave him several male heirs to carry on his blood line.