Love Bite - chapter 5

*Damian*
Everything felt so new to me, life had this abundance of new meaning.
I could have laid up and looked at his face for hours and never blinked, not once.
To me it was just how my dad looked at my mom. Granted that was the only time my dad didn’t look as intimidating. I looked over at the clock on my marble nightstand, it was half past noon, I was horny, and I was starving. And by the sound Jack’s stomach was making so was he. My parents would be home by 1:00, so I decided it was time to wake jack up to take a shower.

But almost as I thought it he opened his eyes and looked up at me with love and trust that melt my heart. We just lay there smiling at each other for about 5 minutes, and then he got an anxious look on his face and sat up. “Damian. What time is it?” I just put my hand calmly on his chest. “It’s almost 1:00, my parents will be home soon. Let’s take a shower.” I could see he was still worried about meeting my parents, but he waited till we were in the shower to say anything.

“What if they don’t like me?” He commented as I washed his back. I just laughed and ran my hand down his ass.
“Damian. Seriously. What if your parents hate me?” I had to respond to the concern in his voice. “My mother will love you because I love you, and my father-” I thought about my wording for about five seconds “Well, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.” Truth was I was kind of nervous, but letting him know that would only make him even more nervous. I turned off the shower, hopped out and grabbed a black plush towel from the rack and rapped it around Jacks trembling body. He started to look uncomfortable and I could tell that it wasn’t at the prospect of meeting my parents. His body was going through convulsions from exchanging blood with me. I hugged him close to me, hating myself for not telling him what was going on with his body. Then he let out this grunt, like he was pulling a dagger out of his gut.

“Damian, I need to sit down.” I took him to my bedroom and leaned him against my backboard. He started to scrape his leg with his nails. The pain stopped in less than 5 min, but my guilt remained.

“Are you alright rabbit?” I asked as my hand came up to meet his face. He just simply smiled up at me with trusting eyes, and I had to quickly turn away from that look of love in his face. I walked over to my master size closet and pulled a pair of turtle necks out, an all black one for me and a black and dark blue stripped one for him. My immediate thought being I had to hide the bite marks on our necks, my parents couldn’t know that we exchanged blood while mating-even my mother would be angry with me for my selfishness. Tears swelled up behind my eyes.

All of m years of disregard and complete lack of remorse for the well being of others, being regarded as an irrefutable spoiled woe begotten womanizer, years of being the rebellious teen, the reckless werewolf. It was only when I looked at the love in his eyes, that unconditional love that I don’t deserve, that I Damian Vicktor Rune truly felt like a dog.

*Jack*
Lunch with his parents was not as petrifying as it could have been-or would have been had his mother not been so warm. I must say that I was very in ah of her, she had this overwhelming presence of peace that was admired when she was in the room-but also felt when she left to get dessert, the room itself seemed to tense as Mr. Rune stared at his son and looked at me with mild tolerance. He was a very handsome man, who emitted power, so much so that Damian looked almost small by comparison.

Damian was silent for the most part of the meal, not from being around his parents, but almost as if he were in deep thought.

“So, Jack” Mrs. Rune started as we finished dessert. “How are you enjoying Washington High?”

“It’s nice Mrs. Rune, I like my classes and my teachers.”

“And you’ve made fast friends Jack” she said winking at me “I’m sure that that helps with the-er- more social aspects” Obviously referring to her son. I must have turned red as a tomatoes cause Damian was the next to speak.

“Mother, please.” He said in a gentle voice. Then went back into the depths of his own head only coming out a few times during dinner when asked direct questions. I’ve always been very psychically aware, but anyone could feel the tension in this room.

For the most part it was Mrs. Rune and I that did all the talking. Mr. Rune only interjecting every once in a while. Dinner came to an end, but Mrs. Rune kept the conversation going asking me about my parents-me having to tell her my mom and I had to move in with my grandma etc etc.

I suppose without really paying attention I scratched my neck in mid-conversation and she looked at my neck in shock, her reaction caused her husband to look up at me with horror then at Damian with anger. Damian coming out of his trace feeling the hostility in the air had a look of concern on his face as he turned towards me. And it was just then I realized what everyone was looking at, it was the huge bit mark on my neck.

All of the attention was on Damian now. His father stood up and started to yell at him in some language I couldn’t understand, Damian couldn’t even meet his fathers gaze. His head down cast, shame immediately overcame his face. By the time his father was done yelling at him, the boy I loved so much looked at me with sorrow and responded to his father. “I know I’m selfish, but I couldn’t bare if he hated me.” Then a single tear fell down his face; he quickly regained his composure and excused the both of us.

I thought we would go back to his room, but we went out to his garage and jumped in the BMW instead of the Hummer. We drove away in silence, all I could think about were the looks on his families face. What was I not being told? Then my whole ‘blending of the species theory’ popped into my head. He drove for almost an hour before we stopped. I knew that wherever we were we were near the Cascade Mountains. He drove off into some side rode where there were a lot of trees.

He got out of the car and slammed the door so hard it made me jump. He came to open my side and helped me out. He leaned against his car, and looked at me for about 5 minutes. No particular emotion on his face; like he wasn’t looking in some direction and that’s where I happened to be. Out of nowhere he spoke, “I have contaminated you.”

“What are you talking about?” my mind started to race.

“Those bites, your pain, they are my fault. You are changing Rabbit.”

“Changing into what? A werewolf?”

“Not quit. I don’t know how to properly explain it.”

I looked up with a deer in the headlights look on my face. “Try.”

“What do you know about werewolves?”

“Um-full moon. Silver. Bites, and scratches can cause change-but you told me that the last on is a myth.”

“It is a myth rabbit, for normal humans. But you are far from normal. You have something in your blood called a catalyst; it is what allows us to be compatible. Our blood exchange activated your catalyst, like all males of my species we are designed to have a mate-without one we are very dangerous and unstable. The males of my species have an overwhelming need to claim dominance once we’ve found a mate, that’s done by a blood exchange. A female mating with a human is uncommon, but possible because they don’t have the need to claim dominance-hence no blood exchange. For that reason only our females are allowed to mate with humans. A male mating with humans is forbidden, though I myself have often broken that rule-but never before you have I claimed dominance. I disregarded the myths and the stories-.”

“What myths?” I then found out I didn’t want to know.

He hesitated a moment. “About a two-thousand years ago there was a Werewolf but the name of Patin. He grew tired of being lonely so mated and exchanged blood with a human, one he wasn’t slated to be with. After claiming dominance the woman started experiencing pain, then anger, and last an insatiable hunger for both sex and blood. She started mating with all the men, and some of the women on the village, then she went on a rampage and massacred everyone.” He took a deep breath. “Patin could not control her, he decided that the only way to stop the madness was to kill her. But she was pregnant, and it was his. So he hid the child.”

I let out a gasp.

“But the elder got to her first. And they killed him as well for negligence.”

“And the child?”

“Let’s just say it is where the legend of vampires come from.”

“Who are the elders?” I asked with all new fears running through my mind.

“The elders are a council of werewolves whose main objectives are to protect and preserve the race. Anything that contradicts these objectives are harmful to our prosperity are to be eliminated effective immediately. As the years go by these rules have loosened, but are far from forgotten.”

Which obviously meant they were still enforced.

“And here is the kicker in the ass. The most powerful and ruthless elder is a man by the name of PaVain Rune. He’s my grandfather!”

All of a sudden I felt trapped. I stated to breath heavier. How could he? I trusted him. I loved him. I allowed him to experience parts of me no one has ever touched. That bastard. I want him dead!

And without thinking I lunged at his jugular and ripped a big chunk of skin from his shoulder with my teeth.

“No. What am I doing?” I feel so lost so angry.

“Listen to me rabbit. Patin’s human did not have your psychic abilities, she could not control wait was going on with her body, but you can. I love you; if I thought for one moment I put your life in danger I would end my own. I may have contaminated you, but you are strong enough to build an immunity. What you will become will be neither human nor vampire. But your body will find equilibrium, it must.”

I wanted to cry. I was angry, and in both physical and emotional pain. But he just held me almost expecting me to lunge at him again. But even past my anger I had something that the unnamed woman didn’t have for the werewolf she was with. I had love. I could see the lament in his eyes, those eyes that drove me wild for so many nights. I love him still, despite what he may have done to me because he did out of that same love I have for him.

My cock felt trapped in the pants I was wearing, the front starting to moisten with pre-cum. I lifted myself onto him and rapped my leg around his body and locked my ankles. And I kissed him fiercely. All of my loath turned into lust. I let out a little helpless cry that was answered by a growl that he let out as we grinded our groins together. I never let up on the kiss; air was not important right now.

I don’t remember how our clothes got of, but there we were lying in the plush forest naked rapped around each other. I never wanted his to let me go. I felt his massive manhood waiting at me entrance. He looked at me and said, “You do know wolves mate for life.” As he plunged into me with uncontestable ambition, and that overwhelming feeling of being split in half came over me. He just stayed there for a while letting me adjust, GOD I love the way he nibbles at my neck.

He started rocking back and forth with slow consistent motions. I knew he was holding back to give me maximum pleasure, but I didn’t want that. I wanted to be ridden hard. I didn’t want him to hold back because he thinks I’m fragile. I could feel his dick throbbing in my ass knowing this pace was driving him up the wall.

“Damian, give me all you got.” He didn’t need much more motivation than that he grabbed my wrist with one hand, thrust them over my head and fucked me like a mad man. Our eyes locked. “Say my name.” He said.

“Damian.” I managed to get out in-between moan. He just growled and said. “Say my name.” I must have shouted the name of my lover 4 or 5 times each one louder than the last. “Yes, Rabbit, know me know who it is that you belong to. Know that I can satisfy you as no other can.” His pace sped up, I knew my ass was bleeding from the treatment he was putting it threw, but damn it I don’t care. I closed my eyes determine to take it. I moaned shamelessly at the midnight sky. He must have been fucking me for 30 min before I felt something sharp pierce my chest I let out a cry as bit me once again claiming dominance. He grabbed my dick with his free hand and started to pump. I wanted to scream, but I could only moan. His teeth never once letting up from my side.

“Damian, you hurting me.” My voice barely over that of a whisper. I could feel the middle of my chest get wet and warm. I started to get really frightened. “Damian, really you’re hurting me.” He lifted his face from my chest and had blood all around his mouth, dripping off his chin. He looked at me with red-rimmed eyes and his fangs extended and his claw digging into my wrist. He let out a huge growl, and I looked down at my chest in horror. I looked severely wounded, and he looked as though he were about to attack me!

“Damian, what’s wrong with you?” He didn’t reply he just continued to ride me until we climaxed at the same time. It felt like someone turned a hose on in my ass. His exhausted body collapsed on mine. My climax was so hard I didn’t’ feel like I would ever walk again. He pulled himself up and looked into my eyes with love, he must have seen the horror on my face before I could mask it. His eyes moved over my body he had a look of pure revulsion on his usually blank expression.

“I did this to you.” He said he stood up. “Oh God, what have I done?” He began to put his clothes on and he expediently and with the utmost care put me pants on me.

“Damian, I think I need to go to a hospital” We hoisted me up and carried me to his car. And drove off not making a sound.

“Don’t worry, Jack. I’ll take you home.”

I was in almost total shock. “Did you not hear me? I need to be taken to a hospital.” Then it just struck me. He called me Jack, he never called me Jack.

“Your wounds are mortal, you on the other hand are not. Well, not anymore. By the time we reach town you will be healed almost.” He said matter-of-factly. “I should not have bit you like that.”

“But Damian what does it matter if I’m going to be ok?” I looked up at him. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m not sure but I think that because you’re also a male, maybe somehow your body is trying to claim dominance over mine as I am over yours. If that’s the case our bodies will have a long ay to go before they reach equilibrium. Before it was your that had to adjust to mine, but now mine must as well adjust to your. I think that’s why that happened back there. I’m just so disgusted with my lack of self-control.” He looked at me as we pulled into town. “Stay at my house tonight, we’ll go to school together in the morning.”

SCHOOL. My life had been going so well, wounds aside, that I completely forgot about...SCHOOL.

*Damian*
I could tell he was nervous about school, and the stares we got walking through he hallway wasn’t helping. They were mostly looking at me specially Megan. Oh shit her thong is still in my car!

He looked very uncomfortable. And meeting up with David and Sher didn’t help. He started to blush when I put my lips to his neck that was still covered by a scarf. The terminal wounds were almost gone, but the bite marks wound stay, in a way I was satisfied be this. Those marks labeled him as mine to any other male wolf. It was an instant no trespassing sign. I knew Sher had one. And I knew mine were effective cause David kept his distance from Jack.

Other than yesterdays incident the next couple weeks went smoothly. Jack felt more comfortable at school, and was getting along with David were becoming friends-and Sheron had forgiven me. He had also practically moved into my house and I into his. His mother likes me, but his grandmother always looks at me as if she knew who and what I was.

At lunch I for the first time in years ate at schools. Then I had some strange sensation as though I were being watched. I was very annoyed to feel like the prey. David and Sheron gave me an acknowledging glance, and Jack felt my body stiffen. The winds changed and I caught a whiff of a wolf, not one from my original pack but on from the north. I then remembered Dave telling me our northern brother would be coming down here- how in hell did I forget that? I have been so happy the last few weeks my minds been all over the place.

Then whoever it was that was watching us was gone. I knew they had come to spy on me and had seen me with Jack. And the gaze was somewhat familiar.

Oh no! if that was my cousin Logan than…