Davonyé
I hold Ariella as she starts rollin’ them thick hips harder on my dick. She smells so good and feels even better. I don't think I ever wanna let her go.
I swear she's all I see. She has been since the first time I kissed her. And now I’m inside her again, feeling this crazy, intense connection that I can’t even explain. Being with her is like the feeling you get when you’ve had a hard day at work and finally get home to chill—but more. These feelings I have towards her are getting stronger by the minute. But they’ve come out of nowhere and I feel like I need her even just to function right these days.
I grab her hips harder, reassuring myself that this moment is real and not just another dream. She don't take a lot of me by herself, but I gently pull her hips down more each time she rolls her hips, working my way up inside her. As tight as she is, I feel like it’s meant to be me that’s in there. I can’t let her do this shit with anyone else… The thought of that cuts me the fuck up and I push myself deeper in a sudden need to claim her body as mine.
“Yes!” She gasps. “Do that again.”
Her voice is like a damn trigger to my nuts. Her moans and soft whimpers are making me crazy as hell. I just wanna hear her moan my name, over and over, not God’s.
She pulls me closer by the back of my neck and runs her nails over my skin. I hold the curves of her ass in my palms and pull her down harder on my dick, grinding up inside her tight fire and making her moan again. She grips me hard, and I wanna roar like a damn beast cuz she makes me feel so fuckin’ good.
She’s turning me into a crazed animal. I don't even feel like the same nigga anymore. I feel different about every damn thing in my life.
“Oh, God, right there, don't stop whatever you're doin’, just don't...”
“I told you that ain't my name.” I slip one hand from her ass to squeeze up her breasts. Her dark nipples are tight and erect, and I drag one between my teeth.
She moans something and then pulls me closer. “Davonyé,” she cries out, finally giving me the credit for her pleasure. Finally hearing her say my name like that makes my dick harder. She’s so responsive to me whenever I touch her. Shit makes a nigga feel good.
“That’s right, shawty, give it up for me,” I coax before sucking harder on her taught peak. I know she likes that.
She tenses and then grips me tighter than she ever has. Shit is almost painful. She moans incoherently and whimpers as she cums on my dick, her body shaking like crazy. I raise my hips up so I can touch them depths. She calls for God again, but I know it’s really me she’s askin’ to help her ass. I can’t, though, cuz them sounds she’s makin’ are too much and I hold her tight as I fire off, wishin’ I was filling her with my juice instead of this bullshit rubber.
Fuck! My head spins as I cum hard as hell; I don’t think I’m ever gonna stop. I moan like a bitch, too, and I can’t even help it. I didn’t think sex wit’ her could get any better than the first time, but how wrong was I?
I’m screwed.
“Is it always that good?” she asks a couple minutes later.
“Nah, beautiful. It ain't.” The fuck am I gonna do about this situation? She's giving me, by far, the best pussy of my life, and I was far from bein’ a virgin when we first did this.
She starts to move to get up, so I hold the rubber until she sits beside me and then I get up to deal with it. My dick is still hard so I gotta wait a while before I can even piss.
“You okay?” I hear her ask from the bedroom.
“Yeah, I'll be out in a minute.”
“I'm just gonna get something to drink. Do you want anything?”
“Yeah, I’ll get a water, Ari. Thanks.”
“Alright.” I hear her leave and I wash up.
I pull on sweatpants before sliding into her bed. This situation is a whole damn mess. Ariella’s addictive as hell—even her pussy tastes like a drug. What the fuck am I doin’? I got a girl who I’m meant to love, but these feelings I’ve got for Ariella are consuming as fuck. I barely even think about Carisse when I’m with her and if I do, it’s only cuz I’m thinkin’ about the next excuse I’m lining up to feed her so I can see Ariella again.
Ariella returns with two glasses of water and sets them on the side before disappearing into the bathroom. I down most of my glass cuz I’m so thirsty. When she comes back in, she looks at me and then quickly looks away, blushing.
That shit is cute. “Too late to be actin’ all shy now,” I say to make her relax a little.
She smiles and then comes over to get into bed. We lie facing each other for a little while without saying anything. I see her looking at all my features, but I do exactly the same. She’s beautiful, and her eyes are so different…
She sighs quietly. “You got work tomorrow?”
“Nah, but I gotta get home around four.” I’ve already planned to skip school and feed Carisse another lie.
Ariella nods in a way that tells me she knows why. Shit makes me feel bad, and it ain’t for Carisse. I don’t know how long I’m gonna be able to carry this shit on.
She rests a hand on my chest. “I won't be able to see you for a little while after my birthday. Shit is gonna be hectic for me.”
The thought of not being able to see her makes me feel a kinda way, but I swallow it down. “I'm goin’ home for the weekend. Maybe I can see you after I get back?”
Her eyes immediately tell me that’s a no. “Maybe... I'll try sort something out, if I can.” She sighs and her hand on my chest slips to the bed. She looks like she's got the weight of the whole damn world on her shoulders. I wish she’d just tell me what the hell is goin’ on with her.
“What's wrong?”
She sighs again. “Things are gonna be so different for me after tomorrow.”
“Because of turning into a werewolf-witch, right?” I ask, trying to lighten her mood. She smiles and it lights up her whole damn face.
I’m in some serious trouble...
“What if I told you that I really was? What would you say?” she asks sincerely.
I touch her hair by the side of her face. “I'd say you were crazy… but it wouldn't change the way I feel about you, Ari’. I don't think anything will.” And that’s the damned truth. As much as she keeps talkin’ about this shit, something tells me there’s a kinda truth in what she’s sayin’—which probably makes me just as crazy as her, but I can’t shake the feeling something’s up.
“That's good to know,” she says quietly. She searches for my hand under the covers and holds it firmly. She’s strong for a girl. Must be all that kickboxing she does.
“You ain't gonna be checkin’ anyone else, are you?” I ask, almost accidently. I wasn’t gonna ask her, but I need to know.
She flinches. “No. But you ain't really got the right to ask me that.” Her eyes suddenly change from a light, hazelly gold colour, to a dark brown.
I watch her watching me. She’s called me out on my shit but I can’t feel a way cuz she’s right. “I know, but I'ma deal with it.”
I got to.
“This ain't me,” I say to try make her understand. “I've never cheated on a girl in my life until I met you. And I ain't tryna say that this is your fault, but I swear, I can't help the way I feel about you.”
She nods her head and I feel her grip on my hand tighten for a second. “I know. I understand, trust me.”
I feel a sudden urge to pull her closer and kiss her, so I do. After I let her go, she rests her head on my chest and I close my eyes. I hold her against me, and she holds me back. I ain’t never felt so at peace in the world as I do right now.
***
I wake up to hear Ariella whimpering loudly beside me. It sounds like she’s hurting. It's still dark outside but it must be early morning.
“Shawty, what's wrong?” I try to turn her over, but she holds her stomach tighter and cries out in pain. I realise she’s crying and I’m worried. “I'ma get your mom.” I pull on my jeans and t-shirt and run down the hall, banging on all the closed doors on the way.
One finally opens behind me, so I spin around and see Clarence at a door to the right, wearing sweatpants. He takes one look at me and then turns to face in the direction of Ariella’s room.
“Ariella’s—”
“Baby,” he calls back into his room, cutting me off.
I walk towards him and suddenly Abriya appears dressed in a yellow robe. I'm about to tell her that Ariella’s in her room, but she don't even ask, she just walks down the hall. Clarence runs past me in the opposite direction and disappears down the stairs.
The fuck? I ring my ear. Have I missed a whole conversion?
I rush back to Ariella’s room. She's still moaning in pain. Her mom’s whispering to her while rubbing her back.
“It's okay, sweetheart,” I hear. “Dad’s coming now… He's almost here...” Abriya gets to her feet just as Clarence comes into the room with a container in his hand. “Come with me,” Abriya tells me softly, steering me out of the room. “I'll make breakfast.”
I resist, but Abriya is fuckin’ crazy strong for her size. She holds me with one damn hand.
The fuck?
We walk silently down to the kitchen and once we reach, Abriya switches on the coffee pot while I sit at the end of the island thinkin’ about everything I just witnessed.
“Do you drink tea or coffee?” she asks, acting like shit ain't seriously fucked up right now. “Or cocoa?”
I shake my head in disbelief. “Is Ariella okay?” I’m worried as hell about her. I wanna go back up there.
“She'll be just fine,” she says in her English accent.
“She didn’t look fine. Is she sick?” Damn, what if she is sick? What if that’s what she’s really been trying to hint at all this time…
Abriya turns around to face me. She's smiling as she cocks her head to the side. “You really care about her, don't you?”
“Yeah, I wanna go back up there.” Shit, I’m here ain’t I? Even though her parents are, and I risk gettin’ asked a million uncomfortable questions about our relationship status. Fuck knows what Ariella’s told them. They all seem close.
She sighs. “I know, but if you don't know why she's like that, then it means she hasn't told you. And it's not my place to.” She turns back towards the counter and pours boiling water into two cups.
My patience is wearing. “Everyone keeps saying that it's not their place to tell me. Tell me what? I mean, with all due respect, Misses James, Ariella looked real bad—”
“After her birthday, I'm sure everything will settle down.”
What? Now she's mentioning her birthday. “What's so special about her birthday? You tellin’ me she's really about to change into a werewolf-witch, yeah?” I shake my head. I swear, I'm losing it. My boys back in Ontario warned me that Montreal was full of strange shit...
She hands me a steaming cup of black coffee, a pot of sugar, and some creamer. I look up at her and her gold eyes almost look like their glowing... “Not a witch, no.”
“I'll have a cocoa, baby,” Clarence says as he walks into the kitchen with Ariella.
Ariella gives me a meek smile. “Hey,” she says and then sits down at the island with me. “Sorry about that.”
I frown cuz she looks fine now, no signs of any pain. It’s a headfuck. “What happened to you?”
She scans my face and then sighs deeply. “I was hungry.” She shrugs. “When I get hungry, it hurts.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “You were screaming like that because you were hungry?” I ain’t buying that shit.
“Yeah, I know how it sounds, but it's true.”
I rub my head in my hands. “Ariella... I need to know what's goin’ on. You're all acting weird and—”
“How many times do I have to tell you!” she shouts but quickly looks shocked by her outburst, same as me. “Um, I'm sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to shout at you.” Her eyes shimmer like she’s gonna cry. This whole situation is pure madness.
“She can't help it,” Clarence says. He's leaning against the kitchen side holding a blue coffee cup and watching us. “She really can't. Her moods are up and down and will be until at least tomorrow.”
“Yeah, her birthday, when she turns into a werewolf, right? I've been told.”
He don't even blink when I say that. What the fuck is wrong with these people? Fine. If they wanna play these games wit’ me.
“So are you both werewolves already, then?” I ask him and Abriya. Now that they’re both staring at me.
Clarence looks at Ariella so I follow his gaze. Ariella’s looking at me. “What do you think?” she asks apprehensively.
I shake my head and laugh at this shit. “I don't know what to think. I just know that a lotta things are seriously crazy about my life right about now.”
She bites her lip nervously. “If I tell you the truth, are you gonna run?”
“Run where? Why would I?”
“Because… if you freak out, we'll have to hold you here, Davonyé,” she says, sounding deadly serious.
I nod as it clicks where she’s going with this. “Right, cuz you can't risk people finding out what you all are?”
She nods.
I look for a sign to tell me she's fuckin’ with me, but I see none.
“If you're all werewolves, change into one, right now.”
“I can't. I'm not one yet.”
“Fine.” I look back to her parents. Abriya is giving me a cautious look now. “One of you turn into one.”
They look at Ariella.
“Promise me, you won't tell anyone,” she says desperately. “No matter what.”
I sigh cuz this shit is getting old. “I swear, on God, I won't tell anyone.”
She bites her lip. The worry on her face makes me feel anxious as hell. Okay, so if one of them changes into a wolf right now, how will I actually feel?
Shocked as shit, I know that much.
She gives me a longing look. Everyone is silent; it's so quiet in here that I hear the refrigerator humming.
“Okay,” she says defeatedly. She looks at her rents. “Show him.”
Abriya looks anxious. “Sweetheart, are you sure?”
That sentence makes my heart race cuz she sounds concerned.
Ariella turns to face me. “If he wants to see then that’s his choice.”
We stare at each other until the sound of a China cup hitting the marble island diverts my eyes away from her. Clarence pulls off his t-shirt and folds it over the stool in front of him.
“Memories,” Abriya mutters with a smile. “It's not my turn this time.”
“You sure you want this?” Clarence asks Ariella. He’s hesitant.
“Yeah.” She looks upset. “You wanted to know why things are the way they are between us, well, here's why.”
We both look at Clarence who's moved to beside the island.
“You ready?” he asks me.
This shit is insane, but there’s an ominous feeling in my gut that tells me shit is about to get even more fucked up. I feel a sudden lump in my throat and can only nod my head.
And blink.
“OH. HELLLL. NAWWWWW!”
I feel Ariella’s hand on mine. “Calm down...”
She keeps saying something but I can't hear shit over the sound of my heart poundin’. From shock? From fear? Fuck fuckin’ knows!
I stare at the monster that's replaced Clarence. It's huge. Like a wolf-like human giant... He’s covered in mostly dark fur with patches of blonde and is as tall as the damn ceiling! His claws are massive. I can see his canines sticking out the sides of his long mouth or snout or whatever it’s called. Large dark eyes stare at me, making me feel intimidated as fuck…
How the fuck is this even possible? Shit like this don't exist in the real world. I mean, have I been around one of these things before and not known about it?
“Are you okay?” I hear Abriya ask cautiously.
“I thought if anything, you meant a dog-sized wolf...”
“No. We're more like the underworld type,” she clarifies.
“I see that… Lycan...”
“Yes. Do you want to touch him?” she offers.
“No chance. He might bite my hand off.”
Abriya laughs at that. “He's still the same man, Davonyé. He just looks different.”
“A hell of a lot different.”
“You ain't freakin’ out, are you?”
“No, I said I wasn't gonna. This shit ain't normal, though.” I can’t take my eyes off that beast in the kitchen.
“Not to you it ain't,” Ariella says, sounding offended. “But to us, it is.”
“I know it's a lot to take,” Abriya says.
“A lot to take?” I stare at her in disbelief. “That's an understatement.”
“Yeah, I guess it is,” she says quietly.
I look back at Clarence who's still staring at me. I feel confused as shit... Things like this aren’t real…
“You can change back now, dad,” Ariella says, and then she releases my hand.
Clarence reappears, but he's buck-ass naked. He leaves the room, taking his ripped-up sweats with him.
“You're upset?” Ariella asks when I turn to face her.
“I ain't upset. I just... I need some time to think about this shit. I mean, we ain't the same, Ariella. You're half animal, like, that shit ain't normal.”
She looks offended. “Oh, so now I ain’t normal.”
“Well, it ain’t.”
She looks disgusted with me now. “You should go,” she says harshly. “You're gonna make me angry and I know I'll end up sayin’ something you ain’t gonna like.”
“Am I free to go?” I ask, because I don’t know if I am.
“As long as you ain't gonna tell no one,” she snaps.
“He won't,” Abriya says. “I've seen.”
“Seen what?” I ask.
“It don't matter,” Ariella answers. “Go. Trust me, no one here is gonna stop you.” She gets up without even looking at me. “Don't come back here. You ain’t welcome,” she says before she walks out into the backyard.