Damien
He came back to the cabin feeling like an ass for making her wait so long after the conversation they had just had. He half expected her to be gone, half expected all of it to have been a rampant fantasy. He opened the door expecting to be once again alone. He was wrong.
She lay on his couch, hair fanned out around the arm she was using as a pillow. She was sleeping on her side, her deep even breathing a good sign that he hadn’t woken her. He watched her, unsure of what to do. He’d never had a female in his home, let alone one that seemed to feel comfortable enough to sleep there. In the past, the women he’d spent his time with had been there to scratch an itch and didn’t really expect to stick around after the deed was done. He wondered what it would be like to come home and find her sleeping in his bed. He growled at the thought.
“Liliana?” He kept his voice gentle. She didn’t respond. He tried a few more times, louder each time but apparently the girl could sleep through anything. Finally, he shook her awake.
“Damien?” She blinked at him sleepily. It was four in the morning and when she checked her phone she looked at him like he was nuts for waking her. She sat up, but he couldn’t bring himself to move back and give her room, so her action brought her within an inch of him. “Hey.” She whispered. He wanted to kiss her so badly it was almost a biological need inside of him. He was resisting the urge. She had just learned some very damaging things about him and he would not push her.
Then, something happened that had not happened in over two centuries. A voice, deeper and rougher than his own rose up clear and powerful in his mind.
-Claim what belongs to us, or I will do so.- He closed his eyes. It was him. It was the wolf spirit that shared one’s form when one was turned. Many thought that it was simply a virus or a bloodline as with vampires, but in the case of a werewolf, it was something altogether different.
When you were turned the spirit of the wolf was bonded to your own. The only problem with that was, the wolf spirit was its own creature, and it had drives and opinions of its own. He tried to make his wolf understand that to push her now may drive her away.
-She meets our gaze. She sleeps in our den. She is of our pack, and she has made her desire known. She is ours. Claim her. Now.- Damien’s wolf was trying to claw to the surface, fighting for control as it had not done in a very long time. He had to look at her. When he did she gasped.
Lily
His eyes had changed to a red so deep they were nearly black. The heat was pouring off his body like waves in the ocean, and his muscles were all tensed. He was trying not to move, trying not to move towards her! Her gaze met his at this revelation. She wasn’t sure what was going on, but all she knew was that she wanted to make it better, calm him down.
“Damien?”
“Run.” His voice was barely more than a growl, so animalistic the hair on the back of her neck stood up. Every instinct she had was screaming at her that she was in a very small space with a very dangerous animal. Overwhelmed by her own fight or flight instinct she did as she was told and ran. But when she slammed the door behind her she heard things crashing in the cabin.
“Oh man.” She whined. She couldn’t leave him alone could she? She was debating whether to go back in when suddenly everything went dead silent. “Damnit.” She muttered. Taking a deep breath to shore up her courage, she opened the door, mentally cursing it for squeaking.
When she entered the cabin she couldn’t see Damien anywhere, but the couch was ripped up and most everything that had been on the counter was now on the floor. The walls had deep gouges in them and the door to the bedroom was hanging by a hinge, squeaking ominously as it swung.
She entered further and that’s when she saw it. How had she missed it? How does one miss a gigantic wolf the height of a person?
“Whoa.” The wolf growled at her. So this was what Damien looked like as a wolf? All of that struggle before must have been his wolf trying to come out. She only realized she still held his gaze when his growling grew louder. Remembering the wolf one oh one she’d gotten from her pack sisters she knelt down on her knees and moved her hair to the side, exposing her neck as much as she could.
In this form, Damien was all alpha, and niceties had to be observed. The gigantic wolf walked forward so quietly she wouldn’t have heard him were it not for his claws clicking on the floor. Then she felt his snout sniffing at her. Finally, he opened his jaws, making sure she could see his teeth and so gently he did not break skin he closed them over the place where he’d bitten her upon her initiation into his pack. It was an acceptance of her submission.
She knew she was okay now, but she was still loathe to move until his snout went snuffling at her ear and in her hair. She couldn’t help but giggle and head but him playfully and gently. He huffed approvingly and then reared up and pushed her onto her back. Once he’d done so he started to shift before her eyes.
Somewhere in her mind, she had thought the transformation this close up would be painful to watch but there was something beautiful about the way he shifted from wolf to man. She didn’t realize he would be naked though and she could feel herself blushing. He noticed and pulled away immediately.
“Wait, Damien!” He stopped. She could tell that he was embarrassed he’d lost control like that. She walked up behind him and touched the bare skin of his back where his muscles were so tense they felt like cement. “You’re wolf is beautiful.” He turned to look at her then, disbelief clear on his face.
“Lily, you are wasting your time here.”
“Back to this again? I am not moonstruck. I know what you’ve done, I’ve seen your wolf. I’ve seen you be violent. What other reasons are you going to come up with to not do what we both want to do?” She took his face in her hands and kissed him gently, and slowly; teasing and tempting him with every kiss until his hands were at her waist, pulling her closer. “Is this bad for you?” She wasn’t sure where it had come from, but those had been long, drugging kisses and she felt limp and pliable. His answer was to kiss her again. This time he was in control and he was dominant, his hand traveling up to cup the back of her head so she couldn’t move away and his other hand keeping her held flush against him. He backed her up into the counter and trapped her on one side with his leg and on the other with his arm, not that she was fighting him.
When he finally stopped they were both panting and she groaned in protest as he pulled away.
“Why’d you stop?” She murmured. His lips were hovering over hers, as though he were teasing her or couldn’t bear to pull away any farther than that.
“If I do not stop now Liliana you will end up in my bed and we will not leave it for many days.” Their talk was interrupted every few seconds by light, gentle kisses.
“Mmkay.” She murmured. He growled.
“You are not helping me be a gentleman.” He sounded so frustrated that she had to laugh at him.
“Honestly Damien, I could stay like this for hours.” He nipped her ear and then his fingers found the ticklish spot right under her ribs. Oh, playful Damien! This was new. She was giggling and trying to get him to stop when Klaus ran into the cabin.
“Alpha, I...oh.” They both froze, though Lily was more comfortable being found this way than Damien was. Klaus shot her perhaps the biggest smile she’d ever seen from him and it was infectious. She couldn’t help but smile back.
“What is it, Klaus?” Damien’s voice was as strong as always, though it softened when she linked her arm with his.
“What we were dealing with before. It looks as if we may need to involve them.” Damien nodded.
“Very well. Go and tell the others, I will fill in Lily.” Klaus smirked again, before running out into the woods. She turned to look at Damien sensing something serious was going on.
“Damien?”
“Earlier when I had to leave, it was to tend to a problem.”
“What kind of problem?”
“We found several dead priests in the woods.” Liliana blinked. She knew the village nearby was deeply Catholic but she hadn’t thought anyone wandered into the woods.
“Why would priests be in the woods?”
“I do not know. Several of them were not from here, but farther out even towards Budapest.”
“How do you know?”
“For one thing, the sheer number of them. For another, even priests have identification cards nowadays.” She nodded thinking she should have realized that.
“How did they die?”
“It appeared at first that they were taken by vampires.” Her eyes widened.
“Hold the phone. Vampires?”
“Yes.” He was looking at her like this was an everyday topic.
“Vampires exist?” Damien raised an eyebrow.
“You are in Dracula country and you have been accepted into a pack of werewolves. Is it such a stretch to believe that vampires exist?” She thought about that for a moment. She supposed that if you had to accept the existence of one kind of supernatural being, then you had to accept the existence of another.
“I guess not. So you think vampires killed them?”
“Initially. However, they still have all of their blood. It appears not a drop was ever spilled. They are simply lying there, dead; with puncture marks on their necks that could only have come from Vampires.”
“So what did Klaus mean by ‘we may need to involve them.’?”
“He meant the Vampires Lily. Or in the present case, there is only one vampire that might have done it and he is down in the village.”
“The village? Where most of the pack lives?”
“No. The grey Childe.”
“Oh, the one we passed through when we moved here.” Damien nodded.
“The village the pack lives in is private. The Grey Childe village has been standing for centuries. To keep the vampire’s games off our land we must advise him of what we have discovered.”
“You make him sound like a king.” She mused.
“For all intents and purposes, he is. He is vampiric royalty, and my agreement with him for this land has stood up over four hundred years.”
“So you get along?”
“As much as Vampires and werewolves can. We have an understanding, and when I talk he will listen.”
“So we’re going to call him to the site?”
“Yes. Will you come?” That was an odd request. Normally the females were left to guard the young should the males be defeated.
“Sure, but why?”
“From what I have been told the vampire has found a female. Vampires are creatures of tradition, and they take a faux pa seriously. In Vampire culture it is impolite for an ally to hide their female from you. It indicates a lack of respect and intent towards foul play.”
“You learn something new every day.”
“Follow me, we must make our way there now.
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