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I racked my brain to find an excuse to go over there, and finally, I noticed the porch. I offered to fix it, when truly, I know next to nothing about repairing porches. Damion is correct for that. Anyway, if you read Damion’s ramblings, you know what happened. I went there. I wanted to be his and he didn’t disappoint, although he teased me for a bit. He is a tease.
Damion honestly didn’t know I was a werewolf until I showed up the second time and revealed myself. He was surprised, but not frightened. It takes a lot to frighten Damion.
Let me tell you about that meeting and about what’s happening with us now. Damion hinted at it at the end of his tale. Quite nonchalantly, I may add. A bit of blah, blah about him hanging there, nipples clamped and cock bound—hah! As if it’s easy to subdue a vampire. Then he goes into this spooky bit at the end. I’ll let you read it, see what you think. And what is it with the Marquis de Sade again? I swear Damion thinks more about that dead Frenchman than he does about me.
So, back to the story. The second time we met—or was it the third—well, it was the second time we met for sex. I invited my vampire downstairs into his little fun room. This is where the handcuffs and the sex toys were abound. I told him,
“It’s my turn.”
He smiled at me, that smile that reveals nothing and yet makes me his slave, and lifted his eyebrow. I watched him as he leaned against the wall, trying to picture him naked and begging. I let my gaze trail over him, um.
“You think so?”
“I know so.”
“Why didn’t you tell me what you were?”
“Would it have been as fun?”
“Probably not.”
“You were going to bleed me, weren’t you?”
“Eventually.”
“Blood sucking fiend.”
“Yes,” he drawled, “but now it seems that I’m not the only one with an appetite for blood.”
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I smiled at him. “You’ve bitten me. Will I become like you?”
“I doubt it. You haven’t tasted my blood.”
“But I’d like to.” I licked my lips deliberately.
He shook his head. “Mixed species don’t work.”
I laughed at his joke. I wanted him. I wanted to dominate him, to make him mine and I wasn’t going to be able to do that in my human form. He was far too strong—do you want to know a secret, he still was, even when I shifted. He allowed me to chain him up, even helped me a little because I’ll tell you, long nails are not practical when it comes to precision work.
Although Damion swears up hill and down that I overpowered him, don’t believe him. He says that just because he likes the thought of it. He doesn’t have to accept responsibilities for his own desires that way. Don’t worry. I’m not saying anything he hasn’t heard already. It’s a constant source of disagreement between us, but the sex is…wow!
So, we—note the pronoun—caught his wrists up in the handcuffs over his head and forced his legs apart, chaining them to the floor. He pretended to struggle. He called me names, spat at me and, oh yeah, the teeth, he flashed those vampire fangs. What a turn on. I love it when he does that. His eyes glow red with anger…and lust, too—lust makes them glow blood red. Anyway, I apologise. I’m getting carried away.
I was still in my wolf form and I was really salivating. I hate that, but when I get horny, I can’t seem to control it, and you should have seen Damion, even totally dressed. The image he made chained like that was scrumptious.
I pictured my human body and moved back into it. He had calmed down some, but he didn’t appear to be a happy camper. I took my time finding a knife. “Now, my beauty,” I said, “I’m going to cut off those clothes. You’d look so hot in black leather pants and a white tank. These clothes are not for you.” I began with the jacket, slicing up both sleeves, then across the chest. It fell away. The white shirt he wore came next. I simply ripped that off. Don’t you love the sound of ripping material? He was officially half naked.
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I moved around to the back of him, pulled the tie off his hair and let it swing loose—um, black, glossy, long. Ever seen a vampire’s hair? It’s like silk and so thick. I swear you could light a room with it the way it shone. I played with it for awhile, kissing it, then moved one hand around his chest to tease a nipple. Did I mention that Damion was beautiful? Well, not just his face. His entire body. Where Alf is muscular girth, Damion is sleek muscular tone. His body is hairless and pale as ivory. He looks like a Greek statue made from marble, my Adonis.
When I heard a soft sound come out of him, I tweaked his nipple again. He liked it. He liked it a lot. I stayed behind him, my face buried in his hair, and brought my hands around to play with both nipples. I was none too gentle. He could take it.
He could take anything. I continued pulling and tugging his nipples with one hand and moved the other over the wave of his abdominal muscles. I flirted with the buttons on his black trousers, brushing my knuckles over his cock, which was threatening to burst out at any minute. That, with the attention I paid to his nipples—now two stiff peaks of need—caused him to push his ass into my groin…quite aggressively I might add.
Did I love it? Yes. He began to move like a wanton whore, and it was all my fault. I couldn’t stand it any longer. I whipped open the buttons on his fly, and shoved his pants over his hips.
No underwear. Um. Who was he expecting? I didn’t pursue that thought because I didn’t want to imagine anyone but me touching him. His ass. His naked ass caused me to shove my fist into my mouth and bite it. I kid you not.
Alf’s ass was nice—a bubble butt—but if I had to choose, Damion would win hands down. Not only was his ass perfectly round and hard as rock, he had these cute little indentations on each side—hollows—that at this moment were begging for my lips. So I fell on my knees and paid homage to his ass. This position of course raised a new set of possibilities. His legs were spread remember, so his cock and his balls were extremely accessible while I was kissing and tonguing his ass.
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My only regret was that I couldn’t torment his tits at the same time, but I had a solution to that.
Reluctantly, I got up off my knees and walked over to the toy box. I caressed his naked cock with my gaze as I brought over the toys I needed. His head was back. “You’re so hard,” I whispered. “What a beautiful cock.” That was no lie. Again, maybe Alf was a bit bigger, but Damion’s cock was thicker and the shape of the head…well…a masterpiece. I think he swore at me then, called me a son of a bitch maybe. Heh, heh, heh. That was okay. “I need to make sure your tits aren’t lonely,” I whispered, letting my tongue taste both his nipples before I clamped them. “These are such lovely clamps.”
He hissed, those fangs flashing at me. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, sneaking a deep kiss before he could protest. “Um. Delicious. Are they tight?” I asked, pulling on the chain which linked them. The response was a groan. That satisfied me. I looked down at his cock. “Big. Hard.” I handled it, squeezing, pulling, then massaging his balls. While I let him taste that, I reached between his legs underneath and felt for his anus. He was moving his body again. A wanton whore.
Don’t you love that expression?
I kissed his chest, pulled the chain on the clamps with my teeth, then licked his cock, which was close to exploding. I walked around back and slapped his ass, which earned me another obscenity. I laughed. I had a special toy for his ass. I couldn’t wait to watch his body react. I also was reaching the end of my endurance. My cock was as hard as his. I wanted to fuck him. I needed to fuck him. But I had to wait just a little longer.
I started the vibrating fuck toy that was big, curved and thick. I knew it would hit the spot. I didn’t wait. I didn’t warn him. I just spread his gorgeous ass and shoved it up there. I left it in, letting it do its job and came around front to watch him. I came. Right there. I came and I was damn irritated with myself because I wanted to come inside of him. It’s just if you would have seen him, his beautiful face all tormented and twisted, his tongue wandering around his lips and his cock. Sensational.
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I staggered against the wall when I came. It was so unexpected and the impact of it hit me like a cyclone. My beautiful Damion laughed softly. Yes, yes. I’d lost this one, but it didn’t matter. I smiled at him and, through his torture, his aching desire, he smiled back. I wrapped my arms around him.
He whispered, “Please.”
I turned my ass to his cock and helped guide him into me.
God, that was the best fuck. I eventually released his hands and he grabbed my hips and bucked into me like there was no tomorrow. Um. Yes, yum. I still have the bite marks…almost.
Now, my baby talks about his obsession with me. He’s not nearly as obsessed with me as I am with him and you see, damn, that’s a problem. Alf told me I wasn’t to fuck anyone else and, by the time I ran into Alf again, which was only a few days later, I’d already had Damion…and often. In fact, I’d had Damion as often as I could. I fucked him. He fucked me. We fucked all night long and then as soon as he rose the following day at sunset, we fucked again. I can’t get enough. It looks as if he can’t either.
Now, I never imagined Alf would find out, but you see, he could smell Damion on me, smell a vampire. I should have known. Now, it’s not that werewolves and vampires are natural enemies. Usually they avoid each other, respect each other’s territory, but let me tell you what happened when Alf and I met again.
I was wandering around one night, minding my own business. I decided to spend a few hours away from Damion, but the entire time I was anticipating, envisioning his lithe body, feeling his cock in my ass. I took a dark path through the woods, fantasizing that my beautiful vampire was stalking me.
In fact, I was convinced that Damion was stalking me so much so that I said aloud, “And what do you plan to do with me once you catch me, Damion?”
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to answer. He pounced. I heard myself yelp in pain, crying like a wounded dog. “Why is his stink all over you? A vampire!”
As I returned to human form, I realised that there was a great tear in my side. I held onto it, the blood running like a tap. “I don’t know what—”
You are mine, he told me with his mind, then howled angrily.
“This vampire is not your sire. Do you love him?”
“No.”
He began to change.
I watched with terrified eyes.
“You lie. This vampire must die.”
“No!” I shouted. “Don’t you touch him.”
“You do love him.”
Yes, damn it, I loved him. My first instinct was to warn Damion, but I dared not lead Alf to him. I decided to stay close to Alf for awhile. I didn’t want to make him any more pissed off than he already was so I stayed with some of the others in the den, quietly licking my wounds.
I had no idea how little fear Damion had or what a damn fool he was. Either way, brave, or naïve, when I didn’t go to him, he came looking for me. I was wounded, scared, keeping a low profile while the others secretly celebrated my falling out of favour with Alf when one night Damion just walked right in to the lair. Now, keep in mind, a vampire invading the territory of a werewolf is unheard of. The minute I saw my beautiful vampire stroll into the room, I realised that all hell was going to break loose, and I mean…hell.
All three wolves in the place froze. They just looked at Damion, knowing what he was. They actually looked afraid.
They snarled, but no one moved. “Christopher,” he said. “Are you hurt?”
“What are you doing here?” I managed, glancing around nervously.
“You are hurt.” He looked at me. Yep. I was melting. He touched my side. I winced. “That bastard. I’ll kill him.”
“You can’t stay here. If he comes back and sees you…”
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they wanted to change. I imagined my wolf shape, and with one hard swipe of my hand, I pushed Damion behind me. I was wolf. I reared up on my hind legs and growled ferociously.
I would protect him to the death. Damion wasn’t pleased, as you can guess. He could more than handle his own. He flew in the air over me and tackled the largest of the three. He had already changed, the other two were in transition. I took on the one closest, knocking him unconscious before he had the opportunity to make the transition. I heard the whining pain of the one Damion had between his teeth, then silence. He lay dead at Damion’s feet. The third wolf who had witnessed the carnage went lopping out the door.
I changed back. “Fuck,” I said, standing there naked.
“You…killed him.”
“It was either me or him.” Damion shrugged, looking at me. “I’ve missed you.” He glanced at my cock.
“Damion, you don’t understand,” I sputtered. I missed him, too, but now wasn’t the time. “When Alf finds out you killed a member of his pack…there will be war. You’ve started an all out war.”
“He’s right,” a voice announced.
I swallowed. “Alf,” I managed. “It’s not what it looks like.”
Alf wasn’t paying any attention to me. His gaze was riveted to Damion. “So, this is he, your vampire?”
Damion was barring his fangs, hissing, ready for a fight.
“Beautiful,” he said. “Too bad he’s a blood sucker. I’d make him part of my pack.” He looked down at the dead wolf at Damion’s feet and shook his head. “He was a good hunter.”
“Yes, well,” Damion smacked his lips, giving Alf a dazzling smile, “he was also a good midnight snack.”
I winced inwardly, noticing the change in Alf’s expression.
“Christopher belongs to me,” Alf took a step in Damion’s direction. “I made him. I don’t try and steal your fledglings.”
“I don’t have any,” Damion shrugged.
Alf took a menacing step in Damion’s direction. It had begun. I tried to intervene. I threw myself between them. I begged Alf, promised him things I never intended to follow 157
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through on. There was nothing I could do. They went at it and I don’t mean in a good way.
Alf changed and I saw his shadow on the wall hovering over Damion. Damion was prepared. They went for each other’s throats, snarling and biting. There was blood and the struggle seemed to go on and on until I thought I wouldn’t be able to take it anymore. I couldn’t interfere. These two were far too powerful for me and I saw that power. I felt that power.
When it was over, Alf stalked off, bleeding, howling, and Damion lay stunned in the corner of the room.
There had been no winner. I ran to Damion and lifted his head. He’d lost a lot of blood. “I need to feed,” he said.
I immediately offered my arm.
He took it and kissed it gently. “No. I need far more than you can give me. I’ll go.” He struggled to his feet. “Come to me tonight,” he whispered. “Don’t stay with him. He doesn’t love you. He wants to own you. Don’t be afraid of him, Christopher. I’ll protect you.”
I smiled at him and nodded.
I was waiting for him at his house when he arrived. He had fed. He looked good as if nothing had ever happened. I got up from the sofa, ran to him and kissed him. “I love you.”
“Yeah? Prove it.”
I ran back to the sofa and handed him a large bag.
“What’s that?”
“Open it. I bought them for you a while ago, as a surprise.”
Damion lifted out a pair of black leather pants and a white tank top. He smiled. “I suppose you want me to wear these?”
“Oh yeah.” I licked my lips in anticipation. “Nothing else.
No underwear.”
He quirked an eyebrow. He is so damn sweet when he does that. “Okay.”
He disappeared with the bag. I waited. I knew this time between us wasn’t forever. I wanted to make the most of it. Alf would recover from his wounds and he’d be back.
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that on purpose—I practically creamed my jeans. I forgot everything. All I could see was him, that body, that beautiful face.
“What do you think?”
“I think,” I managed, standing up, “I want you to fuck me.”
I went into his arms. He kissed me deeply, in a way only a vampire could, his blood and mine mingling together in our mouths. He stripped off my jeans, didn’t bother removing my shirt, and right there, he took me to my knees, pushed me to my elbows. I heard that zipper come down on those leather pants and I bit my lip. “Oh God, yes, go,” I said.
He came down behind me, dragging my head back, kissing me again as his cock made contact with my anus. I moaned deeply into his mouth, looked into those vampire eyes and I…melted. What do you want? He’s my baby. I love him, and Alf—well…we’ll just have to deal with that big brute when the time comes. But for now, as you’ve seen, I’ve got better things to do.
And as for you stopping by, well, I know that Damion invited you. He is so hospitable. Can you fix a porch? We really do need to get that porch fixed. If you want to see a gorgeous vampire who knows how to wear a pair of leather pants—well, we’re at home now, but ah…ahhhh…um…yeah… give us an hour…or two…or—not right now… come by later on, okay?
