"Shhhhh... won't... hurt... you..."
She gulped for air as he laid his head down on her stomach and... did nothing. He just lay on top of her for a while as tears coursed down her cheeks. What was wrong with him? He'd turned into something out of a horror movie! But still, it seemed obvious he didn't want to hurt her. She just wanted to run away and try and make sense of it, though she doubted that she could.
He lifted his head, staring at her with those enormous black eyes. He smiled and she could see that his teeth had changed back to normal. In fact, his skin was regaining it's silky texture wherever it pressed into her skin.
"Thank you for not running away."
She nodded jerkily. Like she'd had any choice in the matter.
He frowned as if he could hear her thoughts.
"I'm sorry that I scared you. If you will let me explain?"
She stared in awe as his eyes returned to their human form. She was still gasping for air.
"I'm going to get up now Fiona. Don't run. Not until I've told you- okay?"
She nodded and forced herself to be still as he lifted himself off of her. He stood and held out his hand. She steeled herself and took it. He pulled her to her feet.
"Coffee?"
He was smiling down at her tenderly. She lowered her gaze and followed him into the kitchen.
"You weren't supposed to see that."
She was sipping coffee as Davis ran his hands through his hair, nervously. He was afraid of her she realized. That was a laugh.
"I know it was scary but I wouldn't have hurt you Fiona. Never you."
"What if I was someone else?"
He shrugged.
"I'm not sure. I try to avoid human contact but I don't remember everything that happens during the change."
"Can you control it?"
"No, but I can sense it. Feel it coming. Only lately, it's been coming all the time."
She sipped the coffee and forced herself to ask him the million dollar question. Or in his case, the billion dollar question.
"What- is it exactly? A disease?"
He laughed harshly.
"I guess you could call it that. All the men in my family have been afflicted as far back as I know. I'm the only one left."
"Is it contagious?"
He walked around the counter and lifted her chin.
"Do you think I would have exposed you if it was?"
She just stared up at him, her unease written clearly all over her face. He sighed and walked to the window. The sun was coming up over the sea. Even though it was still raining outside, the view was incredible.
"There's no good way to say this."
"Try me."
He ran his hands through his hair again. Even in her confusion, Fiona had to admit it was pretty cute when he did that.
"I was born in 1678. My mother was a normal woman, though exceptionally pretty from what I remember. My father was... not."
She was staring at him, frozen to the seat. She should be running. He sounded like a mad man but somehow... somehow she knew he was telling her the truth.
"There's something in the blood. It makes us... shift. It starts at puberty and it picks up speed after about 500 years. When we are, I don't know- early middle aged for all intents and purposes."
He was 500 years old. He was 500 years old. He was 500 years old.
Her coffee cup crashed to the floor.
He turned around and waited, expecting her to bolt. He started talked again when she just sat there, like a deer in headlights.
"I try and move every twenty years so people don't get too suspicious. But... I'm trapped here more or less. I can never be more than a mile from the sea. If I can't get to water when the change comes, I will be in a lot of pain. I don't know what would happen to be honest, if it would kill me or not. I've made sure it never happened."
She was breathing in tiny little gasps as he walked toward her.
"But now, things are worse. My father told me that if we don't find a mate by a certain time, our wild side takes over. We become what we fear most. And once the beast has control, it never gives it back."
He stood in front of her stool, his head lowered. She saw her hands reaching out to touch him, to pull him into her without conscious thought. She knew he was telling the truth. She knew he needed her.
He lifted his head, guarded hope lurking in his beautiful gray eyes. She smiled and he brought his mouth crashing down into hers. They were wild, lashing out at each other with their tongues. It was true what he had said. She felt it in her guts.
She was his mate.
He lifted her up and wrapped her legs around his waist. He tore the buttons off of the shirt she wore in his eagerness to get her undressed. He moaned as her breasts were revealed, touching and kissing them ranenously. At the same moment they both realized they were still standing. He looked for the closest soft surface and carried her to the low couch. He lowered her down and was on top of her in an instant.
It felt as if his hands were everywhere at once, touching, pressing, stroking. He made an impatient sound as he toyed with her cleft through her panties. She felt the insistent pressure of his erection against her thigh and moaned. All her nerves, all her shyness disappeared in the face of his sensual onslaught.
She wiggled her hips as he slid her panties down her thighs. A startled gasp escaped her lips as he pressed his mouth between her legs. She lost the ability to think as she felt him kissing her nether lips, his tongue teasing her as he toyed with the very edge of her opening.
He moaned as he let his tongue slip up and down her tight slit. Her fingers were in his hair, pulling insistently, urging him to hurry up, to take her.
"Please..."
He murmured into her body as he unleashed his hunger. His tongue pressed inside her and she rode it, her hips bucking as she found her release. She was still shuddering with aftershocks when she felt the tip of his cock pressing against her, seeking entrance.
He was big. Fiona was a small woman, particularly compared to Davis who stood over 6 feet tall. Now he was pushing his abnormally large cock into her tight hole. She was afraid that he wouldn't fit. Her fingers grasped at his shoulders.
"Wait-"
"Fiona- oh god- don't make me..."
He continued pushing forward. He wasn't hurting her but he also wasn't stopping. Her body felt stretched to the max, spread open and helpless. He groaned as her body closed over his shaft. He was being gentle but-
"Davis, you're too big. Oh god!"
He stopped, bracing himself above her. He was breathing heavily, his eyes closed. She forced herself to relax. He was inside her and it felt good. But he wasn't very far inside her. Not yet. That seemed like it would be impossible at this point.
They lay there for a few minutes, Davis trying to control himself, Fiona trying not to panic. He eased himself slightly to the side and lowered his hand to her mound, right above the spot where they were joined. Then he started stroking.
Oh.
The warm wetness of arousal flooded her body as he stroked her nub gently. Her body clenched up, squeezing his shaft. He moaned in frustrated pleasure as her hips started to rock subtly.
"Fiona- don't- oh god!"
He lowered his head to her shoulder and started thrusting lightly in and out of her. He eased forward a bit with each stroke. His cock felt heavenly inside her now. Not hurting, but filling her with his silken heat. There was an insistence in his motion. He would not stop, he could not stop, he was definitely not going to stop.
Thankfully she did not want him to.
His hand was still wedged between them, still strumming her jewel when she felt her body lift off the couch.
"Oh god!"
He didn't stop pleasuring her as she came, even harder than before. Her silken walls convulsed around his member, pulling him deeper and deeper until he was fully embedded inside her. Then he let go of his last sliver of control. He plunged in and out of her with abandon now, not fast at first but with increasing speed. His hips ground into hers with every thrust. He was grunting animalistically, as her own soft mewling cries filled the air.
It seemed to go on forever until he froze, his head thrown back as she felt his shaft buck inside her. He roared as the seed erupted from his cock head inside her. Her body responded, squeezing every drop out as he drove into her wildly again and again.
Finally he was still, their bodies still connected, their limbs entangled.
He was staring down at her when she opened her eyes.
"You belong to me now."
"Alright."
"What, no argument from the super independent Fiona?"
"No. Too tired. My boyfriend kept me up all night."
He grinned and rolled over, pulling her with him.
"Boyfriend sounds good. But I think I want a bit more."
She murmured sleepily and curled into his arm. He wouldn't be changing, not when she was there. She patted his stomach affectionately.
"What do you want me to call you then?"
"My mate."
WereHawks' Desire
By
Daphne Davis
Ashley stared around the general store in disbelief. The place looked like it was from another century. In fact, it was from another century. The town had been founded by settlers looking for gold in the hills. Eventually there had been enough of them to warrant a store. The gold had dried up eventually and the panhandlers had moved on, but the small town had remained. There was a church, the school, a gas station and this store. Split Rock, Arkansas. That was it.