Ariella
I keep my eyes closed while Davonyé holds me.
I marked him.
I guess it's a good thing I don’t wanna stay away from him, because now he’d be able to find me no matter where I go.
“Come shower with me,” he says as he gets up off me. He helps me to stand up. “Are you okay?”
I blush furiously while clenching my pussy so his cum doesn’t run down my thighs. “I’m good.” Ugh, I’m more than good. He well and truly tamed my ass.
He regards me for a moment before taking my hand and leading me to his bathroom. “Was that rough enough?” he asks, and even though I can’t see his face, I can hear his smile.
I relive what just happened and sigh with satisfaction. “It was just what I needed.”
“Fuck me,” I hear him mutter, clear as day, and I wonder what the hell he’s thinking.
He runs the water for me and I quickly get inside to clean myself up. His shower is big enough for at least four people and the shower head has different settings on it, too. What I've seen of his place is nice, but I can’t help but wonder if he would think about moving in with me.
Don’t ask him that, yet! Shit is way too soon.
I feel Davonyé’s hands on my hips so I turn around to wash his body. He's quiet while he watches me. He’s hard again and I hear him moan softly when I wash that part of him, but he abruptly turns his back on me.
I frown and wash his back, instead. I can sense something is off. “What's wrong?”
I feel his body slump slightly. “I'm thinking about how quickly you're gonna run away from me, again.”
“Hey, I didn’t run away from you.” I step around him so I can look him in the eyes. “It wasn't safe for you and me to be together before I trained. And even though it ain’t completely safe for us now, I want to be with you all the time.”
“What about your magic? You gonna have to stay away from me when you learn how to use that?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“Not many people know about you having magic, do they?”
“No, only you and my parents. When I changed, it was kinda made dormant and I haven’t asked for it back yet. I want to keep it secret for the moment.”
He nods thoughtfully and then his eyes wander down my body. “I won’t tell a soul.” My breath catches as he pulls me against his body. His hand slips lower to my ass and he grabs it hard. “So where do we go from here?”
“Where do you wanna go?”
He steps us backwards so we’re under the spray of water and then kisses me softly. The kiss is extra wet from the water and it turns me on like crazy. “Wherever you are,” he finally says as he pulls away.
His reply makes me feel warm inside. It’s exactly what I wanted to hear. But he needs to know about this life.
“Let’s get out, and then we can talk,” I tell him, pulling his hand.
Davonyé pulls on a pair of boxers and gives me a tee to wear after we get dry. He orders some fried chicken and French fries and then we sit on his couch and face each other while we eat. I rest my legs between his, but I catch him repeatedly trying to look between my thighs. I have no panties on because he ripped them.
But as much as I want him again, I need to eat, and we need to talk.
“Davonyé, my life ain't normal and you know that now. I think you need to start asking questions about us. About me.You can ask me anything you want and I'll be a hundred percent honest with you.”
He dips a couple of his French fries into ketchup before throwing them into his mouth. He licks his lips after he swallows, but then I have to eat some of my own food because my thoughts run wild.
“Anything?” he asks as I bite into my chicken.
It’s amazing. “Uh-huh.”
“Are you gonna make me into one of you?”
I’m surprised he’s started with that and quickly swallow my mouthful. “I think you should ask some other questions first. I mean, you ain't even asked me about what I can do or anything yet.”
“Alright, what about this… Is the reason we’re so into each other because we’re mates?”
“How do you know about mates?” I ask curiously.
“Well, my sisters are kinda werewolves.”
I blink. “What?”
“Yeah. I only just found out. I was kinda talking to them about how I felt this crazy connection to another girl and how she smelled amazing…”
Shit… “Well, that makes sense.” What a small world this is…
“Yeah. Shit is fucked up. I never even knew. My mom knows, too. They asked me what your name was and when I told them they got all secretive and wouldn’t tell me anything. The mates thing was just something my sister slipped out when she was talkin’ about her husband. And I told you, I Googled it.”
“Okay…”
“So is that what we are?”
“Yes, but do you really wanna be with me? Cuz werewolves live a long time, Davonyé. Do you think you could spend thousands of years being with me?”
“Shit, is that how long you live?”
“Potentially, we could live forever. My dad is two-hundred and forty-nine and that’s how he knows so much. Mom’s only forty, though.”
“Damn… As crazy as that is, that shit is kinda cool.”
I smile. “It is.”
He’s quiet for a minute while we both eat. “Shawty,” he suddenly says. “All I know, is that right now, I can't even get hard for anyone else, let alone have thoughts about being with anyone other than you.”
“Good, because I already told you, you’re mine.”
“I am. So are you gonna make me one of you?”
“What else do you know about wares?”
“Is that what you call yourselves? Wares?”
“Yes.”
“I know that you’re crazy strong. I know that you don’t feel the cold, you can move quicker, jump higher, see and hear better, and your senses are all heightened.”
“That’s right. I can also sense people’s emotions. I can also heal really fast, like, if I broke my arm, it would heal by itself within a few minutes.”
“What the fuck?”
“Yeah. My family is different, though.”
“My sister said the same thing. They said your parents are special.”
“They are.”
“Why? They wouldn’t tell me. They wouldn’t say much of anything once they found out who you were. They even knew about you having your change last week.”
I roll my eyes. “They only know that because wares follow my family like the English follow the royal family. Basically, my parents are the Alpha’s of werewolves.”
“Oh shit, so you’re like a princess?”
I laugh at that. “Far from, but my parents are pretty important. Mom’s the descendant of the first of our kind and has special abilities, along with dad.”
“Like what?”
“Well, wares that have been given my mother's blood can live forever. They're also stronger than other wares afterwards. They can still die, though, if they get their hearts ripped out or their heads are removed.”
“Damn.”
“Yeah. Wares fight sometimes,” I comment, trying not to freak him out too much.
“Can she do anything else?” he asks, looking really interested now.
“Mom sees things, like the future. Her howl makes all wares submit to her, too. My parents can’t be killed by anything, and they are entirely connected. They hear each other’s thoughts so they can converse inside their minds, and they can feel everything the other one feels, so if one hurts, the other does, too.”
“That day I was at yours and you got sick, I wondered how I missed a whole conversation between them. I guess now I know why I did.”
“Yeah, they do that a lot. They talk to each other all the time. Before I was born, they died saving wares from some of my father's distant family members, the Odinia’s. It’s a long story, but they won, and then they were brought back to life by Aura.”
“The witch that was with you when you changed?”
“We call her an Elder, but yeah, she's a witch I guess.”
“She smells old,” he says offhandedly. “I think she’d been helping me out with ways to see you after your cousins party. I kept smelling her just before something worked out in my favour.”
Oh, my, God. Who knew Aura could be so damn sneaky!
“Yeah, that's Aura. She brought my parents back to life.”
“And she controls your magic?”
“Yes.”
“When you gonna get it back?”
“Soon.” Very soon…
“And what about us? Will we be able to do shit like your parents?”
Good question… “Y’know what? I don’t actually know. They’re different to most. No other wares have those abilities.”
“But you’re a descendant of the first of your kind, too, ain’t you?”
“Yeah, I guess I am…” I never thought about that, and Aura hasn’t mentioned it either.
“So…” he starts as he moves our food onto the coffee table. “… Are you gonna make me one of you?”
He turns his attention back to me and then lies between my legs. I run my fingers over his beard while I look into his dark eyes. He’s asked me that question again, and my heart is racing. “Do you want me to?”
“If it means I get to keep you forever, then yes.”
“I’ll have to bite you. And it hurts,” I warn.
He presses his hardness against my pussy, making me gasp. “How long for?”
“Not long.” I breathe deeply and rock my hips. Oh, God... This conversation has quickly morphed into something else. “You’ll sleep for a little while afterwards…”
He moves his hand between my legs and I quickly feel his fingers exploring my wetness. “Then what?”
“Davonyé…” I close my eyes as he strokes me. Fuck, I want him so bad…
“Answer the question, Bae.”
“I can’t,” I moan as I raise my hips in need of more contact.
“You can.”
“What was the question again?”
“What happens when I wake up?” He suddenly shifts his weight and then I feel his hot dick against my entrance. “Fuck, you’re always so damn wet. I love what I do to you.”
I open my eyes and his expression makes me shudder. I tilt my pelvis to get him inside me, but he doesn’t let it go in. “Please,” I whisper.
He bites my bottom lip and then drags it between his teeth. “Answer the question and I’ll give us what we both want.”
“Okay, okay. You’ll wake up and…” I feel him pressing against me. “…Once the next full moon… comes… you’ll change…”
“And that hurts, too, right?” he says as he finally buries himself inside me.
I arch my back and grab his arms. “Yes! Oh, fuck… Yes… But only the first time…”
He rolls his hips while buried inside me to the hilt, then he groans when I clamp my pussy on him. “So… are you gonna change me?”
“Whatever you want,” I answer quickly. I just want him to give it to me harder.
“Say it.” He kisses me, pulling almost all the way out of my heat to drive back inside me again. “Tell me that you’re gonna change me so that we can be together forever.”
“I’ll change you… Oh, God… I’ll change you.” I almost scream.
“Shawty, I done told you, that ain’t my name.”