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Connor Thomas

By: reverendaholic



My friends play in a Misfits cover band named GDMF. They dress up in full attire and put on a show every year. Never one to miss a good show I am there. My girlfriend, Kayla is never one for a late night on a school night. She is a sophomore at the University. So I am solo.

I just finished working on one of my creations. We are in the final stages. One more night of touch up and the tat will be complete. The human body can only handle so much in one session. One friend of mine, Russell let me push it to the extreme. We were doing a lot of coke then and thought it was a good idea. He eventually passed out from pain or the drugs. Not sure which. So now I limit my sessions to only several hours. I will not pull the all nighter again. But the result of that one is magnificent. Russ still tells the story from time to time. 

This night I am sitting at the bar beside him, nursing a tall beer. My subject is at the other end of the bar showing of my latest work. I smile to myself and sip my beer.

That's when I notice her. Tall, long dark hair, has to be to her waist. Tight corseted gown pushing those beautiful breasts just over the top. I ogle for a moment before I realize her smiling at me. Those full red vampire lips. I nod courteously and turn my attentions back to my beer.

I'm not surprised by her attire. It is Halloween. Most everyone is in costume. I stick out like a sore thumb in my plain t-shirt, khaki pants and leather jacket. My prescription glasses half off my nose. The guy next to me starts chatting with me.

"So what you supposed to be?" He jokes. He is dressed like a punk. Though it probably isn't a costume. Tattered jeans, band shirt, Mohawk.

"Myself." I answer. 

"Yeah and what's that?" He retorts smugly.

I take a long pull on my beer. "I'm an artist."

"Oh yeah? Have I seen any of your work?"

"Probably."

"What kind of art do you do?"

"Body art."

"Tattoos?"

"Yeah."

"You any good?"

"I'd like to think so." 

He finally gets the bartender over and orders a drink, offering me one. I'm not one to decline a free drink so I order another tall draft. After the drinks are poured he turns to me.

"What do you think of this?" He pulls up his sleeve to show me a ok tat on his right bicep. 

"I hope you didn't pay a lot for that?" It is not the best work I've seen.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I like the overall effect but the quality is not top notch."

"You'd do better."

"Definitely" 

After a quick description of what I would add to his tat, I turn to Russell who is sitting to my right. He is in an animated conversation with some chick. He is made up to look like one of the Misfits since he is in the band that will be performing soon. It's pretty obvious since there are only four guys in tight black pants with devil locks. Russ has on a white t-shirt at the moment. I yank up the sleeve on his left arm.

"Now this is art." I say to the punker. Russ gives me a puzzled look then once he recognizes that I am just showing off my work he goes back to chatting up the girl. Punker just stares at the tat.

"Original?" He asks as he takes in the image. It is one of my favorites. The tat depicts a voluptuous blond angel going down on a very devious, black demon. 

"Only type I do."

"Nice." He says sincerely. "I like how you can see the blood where the claw grips her breast."

"Thanks. Come by. I'll fix that one for you." I offer pulling out my business card. Business card? Can you say dork?

"Cool." He takes it from me. "Another?" Referring to my beer. I still have a full glass.

"I'm good thanks." 

"Nice meeting you." He nods. "Name's Alex." Offering a hand.

"Conner." Taking it. "Give me a call. I could really do something spectacular with that." Motioning to his arm. Nodding his understanding he moves on. Russell turns to me pulling down his sleeve.

"You done pimping out your work?" He teases.

"Just be glad I put that on you." I joke back.

"Believe me I am. Who's that babe checking you out?"

"Where?" I follow his eyes to the same woman as before.

"Dunno. She's probably looking at you." 

"Well I'm going to give her something to look at." He suggests. "Get ready for a good show." He peels off his shirt and walks off to the stage.

After looking over at the vampire vixen once more I turn my attention toward the stage. The guys begin the show. I sit at the bar and watch the crowd gather. People thrashing around, singing along with the music. I'm starting to feel pretty good as I finish off my beer. Another is immediately placed before me. I look at Chad, the bartender, questioningly. He points over to the Bride of Dracula. I give her an appreciating nod. Smiling she winks back.

I'm a little unnerved. I am not used to having women hit on me so boldly. I'm not much to look at. 5'10", short brown hair, green eyes. My tattoos are the only extraordinary part of my appearance. Right now they are covered. Just a hint of the serpents tail on my right arm peaking out of my sleeve.

At the shop they flirt but mainly to try to get a discount. It doesn't work with me. I'm a hard ass. I don't care how hot you are. I have even had women offer blow jobs. I'll admit I've given into it once or twice but now that I am with Kayla I restrain myself.

I shift my attention back to my friends on stage. They are launching into 'Where Eagles Dare.' "I ain't no god damn son of a bitch." I mouth along with the rest of the crowd. Not actually singing the words. I suddenly feel a cool breath on my neck, making the hairs stand on end. As they go right into 'Some kinda Hate." I turn on my stool to see her beside me. My eyes immediately drawn to her breasts popping out of the top of her dress. 

"Connor." I manage to choke out, not able to remove my eyes from the silky smooth orbs bubbling over the top of her corset. 

"I know. My name is Vivian."

"It's a pleasure." Finally able to look up into her blue eyes. "Vampire?" I ask stupidly as I look at those luscious lips, fangs barely protruding below her top lip.

"And what are you supposed to be?" She sounds amused.

"Nobody." I answer absently. I am delighted by the sound of her laugh.

"Want to go somewhere more..... quiet?"

"Uh...uh.." I stammer.

"I have a place just down the block. Would hate to walk back alone." 

After a moment I answer. "It would be an honor to escort you." 

I know it is corny but the smile I receive dismisses my insecurities. I polish off my beer and then hold my arm out to her. She hooks hers through it and we leave the bar. On the walk I start to wonder what I am doing. 

Yes it has been over a year since I got laid but I love my girlfriend. But I can't stop thinking about those breasts. I want to peel back the fabric holding them in. Watch them bounce free and bury my face between them. Vivian the vampire lets out a giggle. Can she read my mind?

"Relax Connor. You're just walking me home." 

That does not ease my nerves. That response sounded like she could read my thoughts. She giggles again. I smile at her nervously. When she licks her lips at me my cock twitches in my pants. Fuck! Ok. I am going to walk her to the door. That's it. I try to rationalize with myself. 

"This is me." She stops in front of an impressive unit. Going over to key in her code she asks "Would you like to come up for a drink?" 

No! "Sure." Damn my tongue. She gives my a sly smile and leads the way up to her top floor apartment. 

Once inside she takes my jacket and motions for me to have a seat on the couch. I do as she walks off to the kitchen. She appears moments later with a beer. She places it in my hand as she settles down beside me pressing her chest against my arm. Somewhat uncomfortable with the blatant come on I sip the beer. It tastes a little strange but I figure it is all in my head. She puts her hand on the bottom of the bottle urging me to drink more. Not one to resist I down about half of it. I had a buzz before but now my head is spinning. 

"You are a true gem." I hear her say. I feel her hand on my thigh, sliding up to my manhood. It's not like I can hide my excitement. Anyone sitting beside this incredibly sexy woman would be turned on. Especially if it's been a year since you've felt anything other than your own hand.

"Then let me blow your mind." She seems to read my mind again. Unbuttoning my pants her hand plunges in. Gripping me tightly. I moan and my hips instinctively buck up to meet her hand. I feel her mouth on my neck as I fuck her hand. "Connor." She whispers into my ear. "What do you want?"

I surprise myself when I groan and pull her lips to mine. Forcing my tongue into her mouth. Tasting every possible part of it. Running my tongue over her gums and teeth. Not shying from those false vampire caps. I suck in my breath and draw back at their sharpness. 

"Mmmm..." She purrs licking those luscious lips. "Don't be afraid." I immediately attack again. Moving down her neck to those bulging tits. With both my hands I yank her top down easily. She sighs as my mouth latches onto her nipple. I suck in one, flicking it with my tongue. Then move to the other, biting it roughly.

She lets out an animalistic growl. Removing my shirt she presses my face back into her breast as she straddles me. I work both of them aggressively. I realize she is grinding herself against my erection, pinning me to the couch. Her dress has ridden up as she presses her sex to mine. I let my hands slide up her taught thighs to her ass. That is when I know for sure she is not wearing any panties. My cock grows harder. 

"Oh Fuck!" I moan pulling her down onto my lap.

"You think you can fulfill my desire?" She groans. I tear at her dress, removing it completely. She voices her approval. My hands roughly assault her large breasts again.

"Oh yeah..." She moans continuing to grind against me. I drag my fingers down her stomach as she writhes on top of me. I grip her hips tight and begin to buck up into her. My erection straining through my pants. 

Suddenly she slaps my face, grinning wickedly. I hiss at the pleasure is causes. I decide to take the initiative and quickly roll us onto the floor. I have her pinned beneath me as I press hard against her.

"I knew I judged you right." She laughs and pulls my mouth to hers for a searing kiss. Her tongue delving deep in my mouth. I moan as she moves down my neck, nipping at me I feel a slight pinch. Then her tongue licks over it and I am in heaven. Her hands are removing my pants.

"Fuck me." She growls. Pulling out my cock, she positions it at her opening. "Don't hold back." She demands. At that moment I slam in hard. Bottoming out on the first thrust. We both moan loudly. "You're so big..." She cries out. "Fuck me hard Connor..... Give me what that little bitch yearns for.." My eyes roll back in my head as I fuck her vigorously. Giving her a years worth of pent up frustration. Her hands are on my ass pulling me in deeper. I pull her legs up over my arms to get full penetration. 

"Yes...." She growls as I plunge deep into her core. My hands find her breasts. I tweak her nipples as I continue to pound her.

"Oh.... yes........." I am stuttering close to orgasm.

I find myself roughly shoved away. Laying on my back I watch this buxom vixen straddle me. She slides herself down on my rock hard shaft. Beginning to fuck me in earnest her mouth comes down on my neck. I feel the pain as she bites down hard. I gasp as my blood flows into her mouth. Reaching climax her muscles contract around my cock and her juices flood down my thighs. I cry out as the pain and mixed pleasure of the experience cause me to explode into her. Pumping a gallon of built up semen into her core. 

"Give it all to me..." She growls against my neck, riding out my endless orgasm.

"You now belong to me.." I hear her say as I lose consciousness. 

I awake to see the sun coming through the blinds. My phone is ringing. I look around unsure of where I am. Last thing I remember is fucking a gorgeous woman on the floor. Now I am alone in an unfamiliar bed. My jacket is draped over a near by chair. I fish out my phone.

"Yeah?" Answering it.

"What the fuck happened to you last night?" Russ asks.

"I don't really remember."

"After the show you were gone and you never came home. Just checking to make sure that vampire vixen didn't kill you last night."

"It was just a costume."

"Aw you dog....."

"Let's keep this between us ok?"

"No doubt bro."

"Later." Hanging up. That is when a strange man walks in. He is probably late forties, early fifties. Looks very fit for his age.

"Good Afternoon sir." He is carrying a tray with water and some pills. "Thought you might need an aspirin." Now that he mentions it I do have a splitting headache.

"Thanks." Taking it from him. "Where am I?"

"Ms. Vivian regrets she can not be here, but asked me to take care of anything you might need. I am Ronald, her personal assistant."

"I appreciate everything but I need to get going." I realize I'm still naked.

"I took the liberty of placing all your clothes on the chest over there. I will see you out when you are ready sir." With that he takes his leave. 

see all my clothes are folded neatly where he mentioned. Dressing quickly I walk out to see him waiting in the hall. As he leads me to the door I realize how awesome this place is. Probably takes up the whole top floor of the building.

"God day sir." Ronald says at the door.

"Uh.. Thanks." I go catch a cab back to my apartment.

Connor Thomas Ch. 02



I play the whole incident off as a one night stand with the sexiest, strangest woman I ever met. So I feel I do not have to confess. Shit, Kayla is partly to blame. A whole year and I can't get past first base. It's not like I haven't tried. I respect her decision to remain pure until marriage but come on. There are plenty of things you can do without the penetration. 

Two nights after Halloween, I have dinner with Kayla and we end up back at her apartment watching a movie. When the make out session starts I get aggressive. I pin her beneath me on the couch. Grinding against her I slide a hand under her shirt to maul a breast. I'm biting her other one through the shirt and it takes a moment to register in my brain that she is telling me to stop. 

"Connor!" She screams pushing me off. 

"What?" I ask stupidly sitting back on the couch. 

"What has got into you?" She accuses.

"I'm sorry babe." Looking away. "Damn it's been a year. I can respect your virginity but....." I trail off.

After a moment of thought she picks up where I left off. "I know you must be frustrated. You have been so patient and understanding." She seems unsure as she continues. "Let's go to my room and I'll make it up to you." I try to hide the hopeful look on my face as I follow her to the bedroom. 

"Take off you pants." She orders, closing the door.

I can't get them off fast enough. She can't take her eyes off my erection as she orders me to get on the bed. I lay back and get comfortable. After a year of waiting I think I will explode from the anticipation. 

Tentatively, eyes locked on my hard rod she climbs on the bed. I watch her small hands as she works some type of lube into them. I suck in my breath when she slowly reaches out to grip me. I close my eyes as she gets more into it, both hands working my length. Moaning my pleasure I slide a hand up to rub her back. She's no expert but I can tell this is not her first hand job. The way her fingers slip down to massage my balls, and her thumb pays attention to the head.

"Put your mouth on it." I insist. She shoots me a shocked look. "Come on babe." I groan. 

I don't think she will but I'm caught up in the moment and it's worth a try. My hand moves up to rub her neck, gently urging her head down. She shakes my hand off, so I let it slide down her back. Astonished I watch as she leans forward and puts her lips around the tip of my cock.

"Oh yeah." It comes out as a slow moan. 

I've been waiting for this for so long that the sensation of her sucking on the head of my cock pushes me to the limit. That is when it happens. One of the moments you can't control. It's like slow motion. When the first shot of cum hits her tongue, she pulls back in surprise and the next one splatters her face. I am unable to fully enjoy my orgasm as she jumps up screaming "Oh my god." She runs to the bathroom trying to wipe it out of her eyes. Sighing, I sink back onto the bed listening to her freak out. After a few minutes I get up and pull my pants back on. 

"You okay?" I ask knocking on the bathroom door. After a moment it opens. She is drying her face with a towel. 

"I knew I shouldn't have let you talk me into it." She accuses.

What! I talked her into it? Sure I made a suggestion but did not force her into anything. "Don't expect that to happen again anytime soon." She says meanly. "You should have told me you were going to cum."

"I didn't have time to. As soon as your mouth...." Trying to explain. 

She cuts me off. "Don't say anymore. I don't want to talk about it. We can pretend this didn't happen and go back to the way things were before."

I stand there shocked for a moment before the anger hits me.

"You knew the outcome!" I nearly shout. "Go back? You want me to feel bad about getting off?" Shaking my head in disbelief. "You should be proud that you know how to make me lose control."

"Proud?" She looks at me in disgust. "Oh yeah I'm real proud that my boyfriend sprayed his load all over my face." Her voice dripping with sarcasm. 

I stare at her in shock. Could she really be that disgusted by me? I have never had a woman freak out so bad over a little cum. I mean it washes off right? 

"This is bullshit." I'm not in the wrong. Even if she is trying to make me feel that way. "Fuck this." I start to leave.

"Connor?" Her voice stops me by the door. "Can't we just go back to the way things were? No pressure?" I give her a stone cold look, grab my jacket and leave. 

I am stewing in my thoughts the whole way home. A year. A fucking year I have put in with this.....girl. She is an innocent to get so upset over a shot in the face. Some women like it. If not, they at least know how to pretend. Do I not deserve that much after all this time. Dinners, parents, charity functions. I just keep getting angrier thinking of all the things I've done to please her. She can't even swallow a little cum.

Back at my apartment I grab a beer, roll a joint and plop down on the couch. I finish the beer in a few swallows and slowly work on the other. I turn on the stereo and try to relax. It doesn't even matter what cd is in there. It's Russ' band Pestilent Existence. Letting the music and weed blot out the events of the night. It really only makes me ponder them more. Is Kayla the one for me? That is when there is a knock on the door. My drugged mind takes a moment to register the intrusion. I figure it is Kayla coming to apologize. I don't even look out the peep hole before I open it. My jaw drops in shock to see the Vampire Vixen standing there. 

"You going to invite me in?" She asks with a wide grin.

"Of coarse. Come on in." I step aside as she confidently steps in. "Can I offer you anything?"

"Nothing I won't take for myself." She answers as she scans my apartment. 

Compared to the place she took me this is a dump. Your image of a twenty four year old man's apartment probably isn't far off. Russ and I are rarely home and our décor is lets say 'thrift store punk.' Mismatched furniture, posters for Russ's band decorate the walls. Art done by, who else but yours truly. Our entertainment system is the only thing state of the art. My whole place could fit into the living room of her apartment. I am slightly embarrassed by the dishes piled all over the bar dividing the living room and kitchen.

I realize I'm still holding the joint. I hold it out to her in offering. Pushing my hand away shaking her head no as she comes up against me. One hand around my waist the other around my head she pulls me down for a deep kiss. All my resistance shatters and I kiss her back eagerly. Arms enfolding her tightly. Her hands move down to push off my pants before I am shoved down on the couch. In the blink of an eye this beautiful woman is kneeling between my thighs.

"So your girl is repulsed......." She states as she grips me tightly. "Personally, I find your member....." She starts stroking my length. "...quite satisfying."

"How.." Is all I get out before she takes me in her mouth. "Fuck!" I moan laying my head against the back of the couch. Her cool tongue works it's way up my shaft slowly. Swirling her tongue around the head, teasing the slit she suddenly takes me all the way down her throat. 

"Holy shit!" I cry out at the sensation. I've never considered myself big but only one woman has ever deep throated my cock. I try to keep control as my sword touches her tonsils repeatedly. 

'Come for me. I want to taste you.' I hear her in my mind. Gladly I let my reserve go and flood her mouth with my seed. She swallows quickly not spilling a drop. When she draws back I feel a pinch in my thigh. It is more like a sharp pain followed by a euphoric feeling.

'Mine!' I hear her growl in my mind. After a few moments of confusion I regain my equilibrium.

"I would love to return the favor." Finally able to form words after the most incredible blow job of my life. 

She gives me a wicked grin and sits back on the floor. Opening her legs she beckons with her hand. Instantly I drop to my knees and crawl to her. Pushing up her dress I reveal nothing beneath. 

"Fuck." I groan reaching down to run my hand over her glistening mound. 

Sighing, she lays back on the floor. I move down and flick my tongue out at her slit. A growl escapes her as I make contact. Running my tongue over her outer lips, it slowly slips inside. I adjust my whole body so I am in position for full access. Opening her up with my fingers I run my tongue from bottom to top. She wraps her hand around my head pushing it into her opening. That's when I devour her delicious cunt. My tongue works her sensitive spot then slips back to push deep into her core. Sucking hard I savor her taste. 

"Oh Connor..." She moans tearing at my hair. 

It increases my efforts as her leg wraps around my neck. I slip two fingers inside and my tongue focuses on her clit. She writhes against me while I enthusiastically eat her out. Working her thoroughly with my fingers, I suckle her like a newborn. As she thrashes against my face I bite down on her clit and she explodes. Her juices gushing out as her orgasm reaches its peak. I lap it all up loving the taste. With a foot on my chest she pushes me back to catch her breath.

"Delicious" I growl. Then she watches as I lick my fingers clean. 

Suddenly she is on me. Removing my shirt I am pushed back on the floor. Mouth on my member bringing it back to life. When she is satisfied with it's stiffness she removes her dress and climbs on forcing my rigid column into her tight core. After a few strokes I am embedded deep in her hot sheath. 

"Oh I need it.." She growls. "......fuck me hard stallion." But she is the one riding me. I grip her hips so tight I am sure to leave bruises. "Oh yes!.....Harder!" Slamming her cunt down hard on me. Fingers pulling on the rings through my nipples. The pain is wonderful. I thrust up with all I have. Watching those big tits bounce with each effort.

Pulling her down I roll us over. Pushing her legs wide I work her aggressively. I am grunting loud as I pound her as hard as I can. Loving it she begs for more. With her razor sharp nails digging into my back I nail her to the floor. Howling out my orgasm I feel her teeth pierce my neck. She peaks simultaneously as my blood pours into her mouth.

'Mine!' I hear her growl again in my mind. All my energy is being sucked from my body. I fall to the floor beside her. My only thought is total rapture.

"Dude?" I awake to see Russell leaning over me. "Are you okay?" He looks concerned.

I try to sit up but dizziness forces me to lay back again. "I think so."

"Well what are you doing naked in the living room floor?"

"I'm not totally sure." Blinking at the stars in front of my eyes. "What time is it?"

"Three a.m."

"Shit." I am finally able to slowly sit against the couch. 

"Holy shit dude." Motioning to the blood on the carpet. I look on confused. Then I feel the stinging on my back. I lean forward trying to look at it. "Did you get mauled by a tiger?" He teases.

"I got home from Kayla's around ten..." I say trying to remember what happened after. "..then she showed up...." The memory of Vivian hits me. Sweaty. Dirty. Awesome.

"Kayla?"

"Vivian."

"The vampire lady?"

"Yeah. It's so weird. This is the same thing that happened last time."

"She shredded your back?" Grinning at me.

"I never told her where I live." I say absently.

"I'm going to crash. You sure you are alright?"

"Yeah. Goodnight man." I wave him off. He stumbles to his room. Slowly I gather my clothes and head to bed wondering why I keep blacking out lately. Maybe I should go see my doctor. 



Connor Thomas Ch. 03



I can honestly say I love my job. Not just the fact that at this moment I am looking at a woman's completely bare sex. Though I admit this is one of the high points. I am putting a tattoo on her pelvis. This is completely work related. No fun, well a little fun to see her naked lips right below my hands. I wonder what it would be like just to run my fingers down ......ok cut it out. Enough distraction, back to work.

I roll my neck and shoulders to relieve the tension. We're an hour and a half in, that's only about half way. Back to my point, I love my job. One of the things I love the most is no matter what is going on in my life I can completely push it aside. It takes a lot of concentration to do this work. What I put on can never be removed. I have to see the image as a matter of lines, completing a complex scene. Have to know what lines to do next. Staying five or so steps ahead in my mind. No place for errors.

So my mind doesn't have time to worry about the strain in my relationship with Kayla. She called the day after the blow job incident. After plenty of tears and apologies, on her part. I agreed to have dinner with her so we could talk about our relationship. Our schedules don't match up until tomorrow. It has been two days since we talked. 

The more time I have to reflect on things the less I think I want to pursue a future with her. I try to deny that the strange woman I slept with has anything to do with it. I haven't seen her since she showed up at my place and fucked me senseless that night. I don't know much more than her name anyway and how good she tasted. 

I need to get myself in check so I suggest taking a break. She gladly says she needs a cigarette. I take a piss, get a drink and go back to the room. I am looking at a rough sketch of what she asked for. She requested something seductive. Wanted an image that would drive a man wild when he saw it. Who better to create such a thing? A sex starved man. I am thinking of a few minor changes I would like to do when she comes back in. Hiking her skirt up she positions herself in front of me. I describe the changes I want to make.

"By all means. I trust you." She says with a smile.

Why wouldn't she, I have done two of her other tats. I turn the movie back on and with renewed focus, dive back in. I get the bulk of the work done, she'll only need to come back for some color and touch up in a few weeks. Out on the main floor she gives me a kiss on the cheek and tells me how pleased she is with the results. I am too. 

"Thanks. Jared is going to die when he sees this."

"He is a lucky man." I offer.

She tips me generously and leaves. Flexing my shoulders, trying to relieve the tension I walk over to the counter. It's around eight p.m. It took a longer than expected on that one. My neck is a little sore from the angle I had to work. 

"Anyone else?" I ask Janet. She is our receptionist. She is exactly what you would picture for a tattoo shop. Black hair, piercings, nose, lip , all the way up both ears. She likes to wear tank tops to show off all her art. Some of it is mine. 

"Not at the moment. No appointments. Jerry took the last walk in." She spins on her stool. Dropping the magazine she was reading, she starts rubbing my shoulders. I let out an long appreciative sigh. "What would you guys do without me?" She teases.

"Still be in the cave rubbing sticks together." Joking her back. 

She giggles. I relish in the attention to my sore muscles until the doorbell chimes. Janet stops and turns to greet the customer. He is a menacing looking figure. Probably 6'2" long dark hair, dark eyes, big muscles. He stares directly at me. Before Janet can launch into her usual meet and greet he speaks.

"I am looking for Connor." He says in a demanding tone. 

"Well you're in luck. Our number one artist is right here." Motioning to me.

His eyes are still on me. After a moment he lets out a sinister sounding laugh. "You are Connor?"

"One and only." I answer.

"I expected someone very different." If I had a nickel for every time I've heard that.

"Is there something I can help you with?" There is something very unnerving about his grin.

"I hear you are a very talented man."

"He's the best." Janet cuts in. "Does all his own work." Offering the book of my original art work. He looks her over before taking it. He flips through it rather quickly.

"You have dark taste." He comments as he continues.

"That is just some of my work. It varies with my mood. These have never been done on anyone." I motion to the book. "I never duplicate an image once I place it on someone's skin. What you get from me is unique. It will vary from the picture slightly since I do it free hand. This is just a template." Tapping a finger on the book. "If you want me to create something from scratch it will be quite a bit more expensive."

"This is interesting." He says studying a picture of the Angel of Death. I give him a moment to study it. 

When he pulls a wad of cash from his pocket I don't care how long it will take. "Third door on the left." I offer, dazed by the bills.

"Five grand." Janet mouths as she counts it quickly. I can count on her to charge the appropriate amount and hand over the rest. With the nod I give her, she knows she will get a handsome tip tonight. 

"Where were you thinking?" I ask when I walk in.

"Not sure. Have any suggestions?"

"With the money you are spending I can put it anywhere." I begin to get things ready. He strips off his coat and shirt. 

"I think my arm would be good." Running his hand up his right bicep.

"Yeah. Definitely." I put the chair into position and motion for him to take a seat. He does.

"Is this your first tattoo?" I ask as I prepare my tools.

"No."

"Any color preference?"

"I hear you have a good eye." 

As I finish preparing I learn his name is Darius. He is a business owner. When I ask him to elaborate he is vague. He tries to pry into my history. I am used to small talk and quickly turn it to something more neutral. I'm about an hour in when I notice something strange. I'm still working on the outline but it appears his skin is healing rapidly. I must have made some kind of noise because he speaks.

"Is everything ok?"

"Yeah." I answer rolling my neck and flexing my hand. "I think I'm a little tired." I wait for him to suggest a break.

"You are in denial." He states.

"What?"

"You do know what Vivian is?"

"You know Vivian?" I ask stupidly.

"I know you do. I can smell her on you." My eyes must give away my shock. "Don't worry. I just have a heighten sense of smell. Your girlfriend does not know." Now I am completely floored.

"You know Kayla?"

"No. I only know what your mind shows me. When I mentioned Vivian I saw that you wish this Kayla doesn't find out."

"I'm not so sure anymore."

"Viv can be... how do you say alluring?"

"How do you know her? Did she send you?"

"Calm down Connor. I come of my own will. Blame it on my curious nature." I must look confused because he continues. "Curious to see the mortal who could claim her heart." I am still staring stupidly. "Don't worry she will reveal everything in her own time." He smiles at me. That is when I notice his fangs. Fangs? "You will understand soon. Should we take a break?"

"I'm okay. I should tell you I will not be able to finish this tonight. It's a lot of detailed work. I can get the outline and some shading done but you will have to come back for full color and touch up."

"That's fine. Should I make an appointment with your receptionist?"

"She'll take care of everything on the way out. There will be no charge. You have paid more than enough already."

"Why not share your wealth?"

"Well it is appreciated." I answer as I resume my work.

'You truly are unique.' I hear him in my head. 

Creeped out I let it slide. As I said I get the outline done and most of the fill in. We chat about football and financial investments, politics. Makes me think he is some type of banker or investment broker. Around one a.m. we part ways. Insistently he shoves another wad of cash into my hand. We have long ago closed. I go out to see Janet closing down the place. Jerry walks up behind me as I come out.

"Good night?" He asks.

"Let's just say. Drinks are on me tonight." 

After officially closing the shop we all head over to one of our favorite bars. A couple of my friends are there as usual. We all bullshit. I find myself telling them about the strange guy I had tonight. Janet says she got a weird vibe from him. Sitting at the bar a familiar chill runs down my spine. I look around the place and see her seated at a corner table. Her eyes lock on mine.

'Come.' I hear in my mind. I pick up my beer and make my way to her table. My eyes slowly take in her beauty. I think my mind tricks itself into believing that such perfection is not possible. Marveling at her luscious breasts and what I would like to do with them.

"You are a dirty boy." She grins up at me.

"Your body inspires dirty thoughts." Raking my eyes back down her form.

"Have a seat lover." I pull out a chair and sit before her. It is hard to keep my mind focused on anything other than ravaging her.

"You met Darius?" She pulls me out of my reverie. 

"Yes."

"He is harmless."

"Is he your husband?" Her laugh is music to my ears.

"Just an old friend. Very protective."

"He said I was in denial about you."

"All things in their time Connor." Giving me a sly grin. She picks up her glass of wine and drains it. I can't take my eyes off her lips. Putting down the glass her tongue snakes out to lick them clean. I think I moan.

'Follow me.' She speaks in my mind. 

I watch her hips sway seductively as she walks toward the bathroom. Without thinking I follow. As soon as I turn the corner I am pulled into the women's restroom and roughly shoved against the wall. Her tongue is immediately in my mouth. Exploring every crevice. We are not close to the door but I hear the lock engage. My hands are in her hair forcing our lips harder together. She expresses her pleasure with a deep growl. Hands sliding down to undo my pants. As her hands plunge in to find my growing excitement, mine slide down to free her enormous breasts. A grateful sound comes from my lips as they bounce into view. My head drops to assault them as she strokes my shaft.

I remember how much she enjoyed me taking control. To my surprise she doesn't resist when I spin her around and bend her over the sink. I know she will be naked beneath her dress and soon find out I am correct. Lifting her dress I rub my tip over her pussy lips.

She looks over her shoulder at me. "Give it to me...hard!" She demands. With that I slam into her. 

"Oh my fucking god!" I cry out as I bottom out. "You feel so good!"

"Oh yes Connor!" She growls. "Fill me with your huge cock!" Pushing back on me. I grab her hips and begin to give her long, deep strokes.

"No games. Fuck me hard!" She insists. 

I slide my hands up to her breasts as I begin to pound her powerfully. She is holding onto the sink and pushing back to meet my every thrust. I am grunting so loud I know anyone outside will know we are fucking. Soon I am on the verge of climax.

"Not yet." She howls, pushing back so forcefully I lose my balance. Reeling backward my cock pops free. She spins around and grabbing my shirt, pulls me back to her. Her lips attack mine again. As our tongues fight for dominance I grab her ass and lift her onto my stiffness. 

"Yes!" She growls again, moving her mouth down to my throat. I begin to hammer into her hot core. I don't know what this woman does to me but it feels so right. 

"Oh fuck yeah!" I am moaning when I feel the pain in my neck. Her climax causes her muscles to squeeze my shaft, pushing me over the edge. I continue to pump my seed into her as she throws her head back, gasping. After the final push I hold her tight with my cock softening inside her. That is when I see the blood on her lips. Her tongue darts out to lick it away.

"What did you do to me?" I choke out.

"Fulfilled your desires, lover." I bring my fingers to my neck. I feel nothing there. 

"What are you?" 

"You already know." She says. "Until next time stallion." Grinning wickedly. 

I don't remember the moments that follow. Only that I come to when a woman walks in. Her jaw hits the floor at the same moment I become conscious of the fact that my pants are around my ankles. Quickly I pull them up avoiding the hateful stare. I make my way back to the bar. Soon most of the people at the bar know I was fucking in the bathroom. My friends rib me the rest of the night. Fishing for clues to the mystery woman. At least I know she isn't a figment of my imagination.



Connor Thomas Ch. 04



The greatest thing about my career is I work my own hours. I can work as much or as little as I like. Usually I work seven days a week. Spending four to five days at the tattoo parlor and the other two or three at the bike shop. I do designs for motorcycles and customized helmets. Some days I work at both places. Just depends on how hard I want to push myself. Most of my tats are done by appointment only, though sometimes I take a last minute. Mike, the owner of the motorcycle shop, is flexible with me. They can only make so many bikes at a time anyway. Some days I go by just to hang out or mess around with future projects. 

The next day as I work on a bike all I can think about the is Kayla. Analyzing the year we have spent together. I can still remember the day we met. It was at the art supply store. She was there getting something for a college course. Pulling my helmet off I was greeted by her beautiful smile. Slightly shy but definitely curious. I couldn't keep my eyes off her as I went straight to the counter. Her clear blue eyes, blond hair cut above the shoulder. I have a good six inches on her. After talking with Betty, the owner, about my order I turned back to look for the beauty. She was standing right behind me.

"Hi." She said quietly.

"Hi." I answered back. Looking over her attire I figured she was way out of my league. "I'm Connor." Offering a hand as I took in the expensive make of her clothes. 

"Kayla." Taking it. Clearly judging my appearance the same way. Dirty boots, faded jeans, leather jacket. Way below her dating pool. "Nice motorcycle."

"Thanks. Did the design myself."

"I'd love to get a better look." At that moment Betty had to interrupt, bringing out my order. I turned my attention away from Kayla and completed my purchase.

"Nice meeting you." I said as I turned to go.

"Maybe you could take me for a ride sometime." Pointing to my helmet.

"Sure." 

That's how it happened. I got her number that day and called soon after. I learned on our first date I was going to have to work hard for her. I figured the reward would be worth it. I walked her to her door and leaned in for a kiss. She shut me down politely. Told me she is not that type of girl. I told her I couldn't wait to find out what kind of girl she really was.

I was patient and let her set the pace. We spent a lot of time together in the following months. Movies, museums, I even went to church with her. That is when I met her parents. I realized then that I was in her parents eyes 'a bad boy'. Tattoos, motorcycles, no college. The first meeting was a disaster but her parents warmed to me. Once they got to know me and saw that my appearance isn't necessarily my attitude. I think they were surprised to find out I had a brain underneath the ink. I'm sure my bank roll didn't hurt either.

Now it's a year later and I'm not sure I really want to work so hard for her anymore. To think of all the hoops I have jumped through for her. What has she really done in return? I worked hard to earn the respect of her family and friends. She never really attempted to get to know mine. She came to the first few concerts with me but soon started making excuses. School nights or choir practice. Every so often I managed to talk her into coming but we always ended up leaving early. Although whenever she asked me to accompany her out I was willing. 

Do you know how many nights I was dragged out to those stupid dance clubs. Where was my sweet virginal girl those nights. Her and her friends dressed in short skirts and low cut tops. Tits and ass everywhere. Teasing me beyond belief. Kayla was the only one with a boyfriend for a while so they would all take turns dragging me on the dance floor. Kayla said she didn't mind. I didn't really mind either. Having young sexy girls writhing against me. 

Her one friend Reece was a huge tease. She knew just what she was doing . Always rubbing her perfect ass into my excitement. Then giving me such a devious grin. The worst part is I got no relief when I dropped her off. Believe me I tried but those nights always ended in argument. I guess I have a lot of fuel for the fire tonight. I'm not longer going to be her puppy. Waiting by the table to be fed. 

Kayla and I agreed to meet at a quiet restaurant on the far side of town. I get there a little early and have a drink at the bar to wait for her. When we first started going out she tried to say something about my drinking but I quickly shut that down. I can try to please her to some extent but I will not give up my alcohol. The drugs on the other hand, I don't do around her. I really on smoke herb now and then. I used to do a lot of coke but Mack put a stop to that. He told me if I wanted to keep my job at the tattoo shop I had to lay off. So aside from the occasional slip here and there I stick to booze. The bartender is pouring my second beer when she shows up fifteen minutes late. She gives me a nervous smile and then we are lead to our table. Neither one of us know where to start. We listen to the waiter tell us the specials and after taking Kayla's drink order, he disappears. 

"So." She says fidgeting with her menu.

"So." I sit back and look at her.

"I just want to say I'm really sorry about, you know...."

"We covered all that on the phone the other day." 

"Oh." She says quietly looking down at her menu. Which is pointless because I can tell you she is going to have the lemon roasted chicken with wild rice and a green vegetable. Asparagus or something. 

"What we need to talk about is where we want to go from here."

"I don't see why we can't go back to the way things were." She continues even as I shake my head in the negative. "Things were going good."

"Good? We have been going nowhere for months. It's the same thing every week..." I am cut off when the waiter returns. 

Placing Kayla's drink down he takes our orders. She orders exactly what I predicted. I order steak, rare and could care less what comes on the side. Steak and beer, I'm a happy man. With that thought I order another beer and keep them coming. I try to ignore the roll of the eyes I get from Kayla. Then just out of spite I tell him to bring me a double whiskey on the rocks. Her mouth becomes a tight line. 

"Where was I? Oh yeah, repetition, repetition, repetition."

"That's not true." 

"It's not? What did we do the last few times we went out?"

"We had dinner and watched a movie." She answers slowly. "Okay so maybe we have fallen into a rut but how does that justify you attacking me on Saturday?"

"Attacking?" I lean over the table toward her. "You were responding quite well until I put my mouth on your breast. I didn't know it was hands only because there is somewhere else I would have loved to put my hands." She suddenly turns bright red. The waiter comes up from behind me and places my whiskey and beer on the table, then quickly vanishes.

"This isn't the best conversation to have here."

"You suggested a public place. If it was up to you I don't think we'd ever have this conversation."

"Is that so wrong?" She says quietly.

"If that's what you want. We can just drop it and go our separate ways." Taking a gulp of the whiskey. The hurt is obvious on her face.

"It would be that easy for you?"

"No but I can't deny what I feel anymore. I have been patient, given you time but I can't keep giving without anything in return."

"So this is all about sex?"

"Sex? No. Do you know how many men out there would go this long....." I stop and take a drink off my beer.

"I dated Riley for four years and he never...." She quickly shuts up when she sees the look on my face.

"He never what? Tried to get down your pants? I know that to be a lie. No teenage boy is going to date a girl for that long and not try."

"Just shut up. You don't know."

"I think I know quite well. You didn't put out but you did something. Am I right?" Her blush tells me I am on the right track. "So what you jerked him off a couple times, maybe sucked his...."

"Shut up." She hisses.

"And he still dumped you. Am I right?" I feel like an ass when I see the tears in her eyes. 

"Yes he dumped me. Said he couldn't marry me without experiencing life." She wipes at her eyes.

"He meant experiencing women."

"I need to use the restroom." Rising quickly. "Excuse me." 

I finish off my whiskey and our food arrives while she is gone. I try to remember how long before we met Riley dumped her. Did I fail to see that I was her rebound. I have never met the guy but what her friends tell me I am his opposite. Described him as a stuck up pretty boy. People usually take my appearance to mean I am a slacker.

"Are you okay?" I ask when she returns.

"I'll be fine." 

We eat in silence for a few minutes. I wish I knew what her aversion to intimacy was. Is it just the things that happened between her ex or is it really religious. Plenty of girls remain pure and still enjoy other things. I dated a girl in high school who was a virgin. She loved it when I ate her pussy. She was the girl who taught me about tit fucking. I remember cumming in her face numerous times. 

"What are you smiling about?" Kayla brings me back to now.

"Honestly?"

"You can always be honest with me."

"Really?" I ask skeptically. "You remember what happened last time I was completely honest?"

"You call that honestly?" She says a little harshly.

"Yeah. I honestly wanted to do it. You were the one who slapped me in the face and threw me out."

"What's that have to do with you smiling now?" She is clearly irritated.

"Because I was thinking about a virgin I dated in high school and how much she loved it when I ate her pussy." I grin at her.

"Do you have to be so crass? We are in public."

"I know where we are." I take a long pull on my beer. "I want to ask you something and I want the truth. Have you ever had an orgasm?" Her shocked expression tells me no. "Seriously never?" Blushing she shakes her head. "I knew you never let a man touch you but you've never masturbated?" She just glares at me. "What?" Trying to understand how someone could go nineteen years without any type of release.

"You have a filthy mouth and I don't want to discuss this right now."

"So we're back to square one." Shaking my head in frustration.

Not wanting to look at her face right now I turn my attention to my plate. Taking huge bites of steak and washing it down with big gulps of beer. I am purposely eating like a slob. Finishing off my beer I hold up the empty glass until the waiter nods his acknowledgement. Then shove another piece of meat in my mouth and finally meet her eyes. She is looking at me like I have grown another head. I can't help it. I start laughing so hard I almost choke on my food. 

"Why are you acting like this?" She is looking around to make sure no one else notices my disgusting table manners. 

"If we're not going to discuss the problems with this relationship then why are we here?"

"It seems all you want to do is say nasty things to me?"

"Baby this is the way I always talk. I have toned it down for you but I am done with that. The reason I am laying it all out now is because this is the main problem in our relationship."

"I don't understand." She says seriously. The waiter appears with my fresh beer.

"The lack of intimacy. That is what I'm talking about. No I don't mean sex. I have no problem with the fact that you are a virgin but I do have a problem with lack of affection I get from you."

"I show you plenty of affection."

"You always hold something back. You want to know what I think happened on Saturday night?" Her look tells me to continue. "I think you were really enjoying it and you got scared."

"That's not true."

"I'm not talking about what happened in the bedroom. Let me add was the first time I was ever in your bed, but I am talking about the things before that." I lean across the table and lower my voice. "Can you honestly say that when you felt me against you it didn't turn you on?" She looks down as her cheeks redden. "I thought so."

"So what if I enjoyed it. It's not like we can take it further."

"Why can't we? We're not thirteen anymore. Dry humping my girlfriend on the weekend doesn't do it for me."

"Just because my body responded to you, you think what? I'm going to rip my clothes off and give you my virginity."

"Jesus Christ!" I am exasperated. "This isn't all about intercourse. Do you realize we have never spent the night together?" She opens her mouth to deny it but I don't let her. "The time I passed out drunk on your couch doesn't count. I'm am tired of sleeping alone. Do you know how good it would feel to hold the woman I love? To wake up beside her in the morning." I shake my head again. "Have I ever pushed you to have sex and with that I mean actual penetration?"

"I don't know." She answers quietly.

"What?" I am genuinely shocked. "I have been nothing but understanding with you. I waited what was it like three weeks for the first kiss and that was just a peck. I have never said I want to fuck you. All I have ever said was I want to make you feel good."

"You said more vulgar things that that."

"Yes I said I want to eat your pussy and I do. What's so wrong with that?" She shrugs. "The other night when you touched me. It felt so good. I want to make you feel that good."

"I just don't know."

"Look at me." I demand. Slowly her eyes come up to meet mine. "I will never jeopardize your purity."

"Okay." She says quietly.

"Don't you believe me?"

"I guess so."

"Oh my god." Frustrated, I pick up my beer and down half of it. "What did that asshole do to you?" She is fighting back tears again. "I'm not him. Why can't you see that?"

"I know you're not."

"Then why do you push me away?"

"I don't." 

"I can't do this anymore." Slamming my glass down with force. "You have to make up your mind. Do you want to be with me?"

"Of course I do." Her bottom lip trembling. 

"Then you are going to have to give me more. I am suffocating over here. I need to feel like you want to be with me. Are you even attracted to me?"

"How can you ask that? You know I am."

"Because I am not sure anymore. Do you know how disgusting you made me feel the other night?" I ask meanly. "The look on your face said you would be happy to never touch me again." I wave the waiter over and ask for the check as she wipes away the stray tears. "I have given you everything I am but that is not what you give back." The waiter returns with the check. I look at it, shove some cash in it and tell him to keep the change. "Give me a call when you decide how much this really means to you. If I was more than just a way for you to get over your ex." I stand up, pull on my jacket and then down the rest of my beer.

"Connor." She grabs my arm. I just stare down at her. "Don't leave like this."

"Get your coat. I'll get you a cab." Slowly she rises and I help her put on her coat. We walk out into the cold night. Before I can hail a cab she stops me.

"I don't want to lose you."

"You haven't yet."

She pulls me down and puts her lips to mine. I am very surprised. She is never one for public displays of affection. I pull back a little breathless and hold out my arm. When the cab stops I climb in with her. I give the driver her address.

"I love you Connor." 

My answer is putting my mouth on hers. Our kiss starts out slowly and grows until we are kissing feverishly. I pull her left leg over my lap and run my hand up her thigh. I can feel her body tense so I press my tongue deeper in her mouth. She moans into it as my hand slides up to cup her sex. Her hands grip my shoulders. I run my tongue down her neck and then up to her ear. 

"Imagine my warm tongue...." Slipping my middle finger inside her panties. "....right here." Sliding my finger along her slit and pressing against her clit. Tonguing her earlobe in demonstration. She shudders but pushes my hand away.

"We are in a public cab." I hold up my finger. Her eyes grow wide as I suck her juices off of it.

"Delicious." Kissing on her neck again. I take her hand and put in on my growing excitement. "See what you do to me." I purr in her ear before I continue on her neck. My left hand moving up to squeeze her breast, running my thumb over the nipple.

"That'll be $15.00" The cabbie suddenly says. I look up to see we are stopped in front of her apartment. I dig in my pocket for the cash.

"I can't do this tonight Connor." She pleads with me. "Give me a little more time." Untangling herself she climbs out. "I'll call you tomorrow." I just stare at her stupidly. 

*******

I am a royal asshole the next day. After she left me in the cab I was pissed. It felt like my rage was trying to tear it's way out of my body. I haven't felt that way since my foster parents died. I went home and actually punched a hole in the wall. Well more like five or six, then drank myself into a coma. 

The next morning I run over six miles and still can't tame the feeling. When smoking a bunch of weed doesn't calm it either I decide to lose myself at work. So I go down to Mike's Bikes. The guys, realizing I am in a shitty mood, leave me to my work. I manage to zone out for a little while but my phone won't stop ringing. The last thing I want is to talk to her about last night. She has always been the type to blow my phone up because she knows I am ignoring her. 

Finally after I take a blow torch to it Mike drags me into his office. He is a forty year old, blond hair, blue eyed, every woman's fantasy of a man. He also is a take no shit, my way or the highway kind of man. Most of the time he is laid back, do anything to help a friend kind of man.

"I am in an important meeting if anyone calls." Mike tells Rebecca, his daughter. She answers the phones, handles paperwork shit like that. Then he locks the door and takes a seat behind his desk. "Anything you need to talk about?" He asks me, motioning for me to have a seat. I drop down in the chair across from him.

"Nope. Hunkey dorey."

"That's why you just torched your phone?" He questions. He pulls a bottle of Jack Daniels out of his desk. He takes a swig and offers me the bottle.

"You encouraging me to drink on the job?" I joke, taking the bottle.

"You're done for the day. I can't have you working pissed off like this."

"I'm fine." I lie.

"Bullshit. Spare me the I'm fine crap." He lights up a joint. After puffing on it a couple times he passes it to me. "I know you had a date with your girl. I also know you two haven't been getting along."

"You are a nosy mother fucker." Choking on the weed. Sometimes I forget how long I've known Mike. He has been like a big brother to me. Met him like six years ago when I was fifteen and doing the artwork for Russ' garage band.

"You want to talk about it?"

"Not really." We sit and smoke in silence for a few minutes. "I don't know what I was thinking getting involved with a eighteen year old virgin."

"You were hoping to be the first one to tap that." 

"No." Smoking in silence again. "Well maybe" Hitting the joint again. "No that's not true." Mike just laughs.

"I remember what it was like to be your age. I had two priorities. Parties and pussy. You can't tell me you would put in this much time with the girl and not hope to be the first one in those panties."

"It's not like that okay. I would be fine with not getting laid if I was getting something, anything." Looking away somewhat embarrassed.

"Wait a sec." Mike no doubt is surprised. Russ is the only one that really knows about the lack of with Kayla. "You haven't...she hasn't...." Clearly at a loss for words.

"Copping a feel and dry humping is the extent of our whatever you want to call it."

"Wow. I'm sorry man." He reopens the Jack and hands it to me. "I can understand the attitude." I take a deep drink from the bottle. It burns too good. 




Connor Thomas Ch. 04



"I don't know if I care anymore. I'm tired of trying to please her." Choking down another drink and handing it back. "If your wife offered to blow you, you wouldn't refuse right?"

"I'd be an idiot."

"I thought it was the same way with chicks. But when I offer to eat her pussy she freaks out. Even slapped me in the face."

"Look I had no idea. I won't pry again."

"It's cool. I think I needed to get that off my chest."

"My door is always open."

"You do realize it is only like three o clock and we are now officially fucked up."

"It's nice being the boss." Leaning back in his chair and swigging from the bottle. We both have a laugh.

"Dad." Rebecca interrupts on the intercom. 

"Someone better have lost a limb. I told you I was in a high level meeting."

"Okay but I thought Connor would like to know Kayla is here."

"Shit." That's me.

"Just a minute." Mike says pushing the disconnect button. "Want me to get rid of her?"

"No. I'll go deal with it." I stand up. "But if the boss asks why I skipped out. Tell him to mind his own fucking business." Grinning at him.

"I'll be sure to pass the message along." 

***********

"What are you doing here?" I ask Kayla after leading her out back. I am staring at her with one of those stoner smiles, eyes half open because it feels like you can't force the lids any higher.

"You wouldn't answer your phone. Are you high?"

"It met with an unfortunate accident." 

"You smell like marijuana." She leans toward me. "Have you been drinking?" Okay my anger is pushing through the fog. 

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I demand. She has ruined the calm Mike helped me achieve.

"I wanted to talk." She says quietly. "And you wouldn't answer the phone."

"You ever think it is because I don't feel like talking to you." She looks down sheepishly.

"I wanted to explain what happened in the cab."

"I don't need it explained. I was there. I know exactly what happened."

"Well I'm sorry. I just need a little more time."

"I have given you a year. How much more time can you need?"

"I don't know." 

"Then fucking take it." Running my hands through my hair.

"You're okay with it?"

"Yeah. Just quit blowing up my phone. You need time to think so do I and I can't do it with you calling me sixteen times a day."

"Fine." She says a little hurt.

"Fine." I snap. Hoping she means it. 

"Will I see you Saturday?"

"What's Saturday?"

"The charity art auction at the Pavilion." Shit. I forgot I was going to take her. 

"Yeah okay. I'll pick you up Saturday." I am such a goober. How do I still end up giving her what she wants? That is probably the whole reason she came by. Likely doesn't give a shit about teasing me again last night. Just wanted to secure her escort for the event. I don't know who to be more angry with her or myself.



Connor Thomas Ch. 05



After I left the bike shop I spent the rest of the day and night getting trashed. Mainly just bar hopped and eventually ran into some friends. I am paying for it today at work. My hangover finally wore off around one. Luckily my first appointment was just a consultation on what he wanted me to design. I had Janet call my next one and ask if we could push it back a little. I managed to make it through without ruining anyone's body. 

It is now about quarter to eight. Jerry took the last walk in. I'm playing PS3 with Mario while I wait for my next client. We're pretty slow tonight. Janet is clicking away on the computer as we battle on the game system. Mario is in his early forties. About my height, skinny as a rail with short dark hair just starting to go gray. He has one of the filthiest mouths I've ever heard but I find him hilarious. Since his divorce last year his lifestyle amounts to party until the sun comes up, then fall into bed with the closest piece of ass. Many a night I had to keep some guy from kicking Mario's ass. Not saying Mario can't hold his own but when you hit on a woman who is accompanied by four guys you better not be half in the bag. Now that I think of it the one and only bar fight I've been in was instigated by him. I let out a small chuckle thinking of Mario, Jerry and me getting bailed out by Mack that night. 

"You think it's funny I'm kicking your ass?" He teases.

"No. I was remembering that time you got us arrested."

"Good times man. Good times." He laughs.

"I can't find anything in the computer about your next appointment." Janet yells over at me.

"What was the name? Is it just a consult?"

"All it says is V.W."

"We'll find out soon enough."

"Mother fucker, how'd you do that? You weren't even looking at the screen." Mario is spastically motioning to the flat screen with his hand.

"I'm that good." I pulled off one of my secret moves and obliterated him. That's what happens when your girlfriend is a tease. You spend your time playing video games with your equally non pussy getting friends. "Rematch?" I ask.

"Not like I have anything going on. If I'm lucky some drunk college girl will stumble in and get her boyfriend's name on her ass or something." We both laugh at that one. We are being loud and obnoxious, criticizing each others playing ability when the doorbell chimes. I hear Janet launch into her meet and greet. A sudden chill runs down my spine. I turn to see Vivian standing at the counter with Janet.

"I have an eight o clock appointment." She is saying to Janet but looking at me.

"You are V.W.?"

"Yes. Vivian Whitaker." I drop my controller. 

"What the fuck man?" Mario says before his eyes land on Vivian. "Holy shit. That's your Eight o clock?" I nod absently. "I'd so fuck her."

"We couldn't find your design in the computer." Janet is telling her. Giving us the evil eye for drooling over Vivian.

"Connor knows what I want." Vivian says smoothly. 

"Well?" Janet asks me. My eyes have been traveling down that voluptuous form clad in a tight black dress. Accentuating those luscious curves. "Wipe the drool off and get over here." Janet teases. "You'd think he's never seen a beautiful woman before." She jokes. Vivian smiles and runs her tongue across her top lip. When Mario elbows me I finally come out of the trance and go over to the counter. 

'Surprised?' She asks in my head. I nod yes. "Good." She says out loud.

"Third door on the left." I manage to find my voice.

"Would you like me to collect the minimum for now?" Janet asks me.

"Will this cover it?" Vivian hands her a stack of hundreds.

"Um...yeah. I say that would cover just about anything." Taken off guard.

"Good." With that Vivian walks off toward my room as Mario and I check out her ass. She stops and smiles over her shoulder at us before disappearing.

"Pigs." Janet mutters.

Vivian is standing beside the chair when I walk in. I close the door behind me as she comes up against me. Her hands on my chest she brushes her lips against mine before kissing them softly.

"What are you doing here?" I ask curiously.

"I want you to put your mark on my body." She steps back and unzips the dress. I watch as she shimmies it down her body, letting it drop in a pool at her feet. I don't think she owns one pair of underwear. "Put what you want, where you want." Giving me a naughty smile.

For a minute I just stand there and drink in the naked beauty before me. My body finally responds and I am on her. Backing her up against the counter as my lips attack hers. I moan into her mouth as her tongue greets mine. My hands slide up to massage her tits. She pushes me away roughly.

"That's not what I meant lover."

"You said what I want, where I want." I tease, dropping to my knees in front of her. My hands run up her legs, back over her ass and then back down her thighs. "You're gorgeous." 

Pulling her right leg up over my shoulder I run my tongue up her inner thigh. Her hands go into my hair. Moaning, her head falls back as my mouth makes contact. I get a growl as my tongue seeks her juicy center. My right hand kneads her ass cheek as I feast on her delicious pussy. I take my time tasting every possible part of her womanhood. Pushing her to the edge more than once. I love hearing her whimper as I back off yet again. I am so hard just from the slurping, sucking sounds I am making. Suddenly her hands tighten in my hair, forcing my head where she wants it. I oblige and bite down on her clit. Feeling her convulse as her orgasm hits. Her juices running down my face. I drink up all she has to offer loving the taste. When she comes down from her high I am pushed away. Sitting back on my heels I wipe my face off on my sleeve. 

"To think I practically begged Kayla to let me do that."

"You are truly gifted."

"I can't get enough of your taste."

"You are the only mortal to make me orgasm without taking blood." 

"As opposed to what? A Nonmortal."

"Yes."

"It's true, you are a vampire?" She smiles, showing me her fangs. "So are you dead?"

"Do I look dead?"

"No."

"Do I feel dead?"

"Definitely not." I get to my feet. "I thought vampires were called the undead. Do you sleep in a coffin?"

"I sleep in a bed like everyone else. We prefer to be called Immortals. My body functions the same as yours. The only difference is mine never changes. Taking mortal blood preserves and nourishes my body. Like minerals and vitamins do yours."

"How old are you?"

"Two hundred and Eighty four." My mouth drops open. "So are you going to give me the pleasure of your mark?" 

"Are you trying to change the subject?"

"Not at all. I will answer any question you ask." Looking over her body again I decide what I want to put on it.

"Okay." I position the chair. "Lay down on your stomach." She obeys. "You're sure? What I want right?"

"Positive." I run my hand down her back and suddenly slap her right butt cheek hard. 

"I'm going to brand you right here." Massaging it. She gives me an amused grin over her shoulder.

"You don't look three hundred." I say as I get my things together.

"I'm not." She retorts smartly. "I was changed at twenty six."

"Who changed you? Darius?"

"No. I met Darius many years after. Arden was the one who gave me the gift."

"Where is he now?" I don't know why I am being so bold.

"He is dead." She answers after a minute. "We may go by the title Immortal but we are not."

"I assume you are not easily killed?"

"No there is only one way to end our lives. That is to cut the heart from our bodies. I was forced to watch as Arden's own brother literally tore out his heart."

"I'm sorry." 

"That was over a hundred years ago." She motions for me to come sit. I already have my tools arranged and take a seat beside her. "Time can not heal some wounds." She says as I prepare her skin for my ink. "You don't know how important you are." She states.

"Then tell me."

"All things in there time love."

"Then tell me about you." I insist.

As I work she tells me about growing up during the eighteenth century. Her father was lord of a province in southern Ireland. There was much unrest during those times due to religion. The Protestants and Roman Catholics were at odds. She was the second daughter and fifth child out of seven. She had a normal childhood considering her father's position. When she was eighteen, she was offered up for marriage. That was when she first met Arden. Of course he wasn't a suitor but quickly became a friend. I think she plays down her relationship with him. He told her not to marry Roderin Connor, recently appointed lord of South Clare. Heeding his warning she chose to marry William Tierney of Tipperary. She gave him both a son and daughter before a war took them all from her. She did not know the extent of Roderin's greed. He had sought Vivian's hand and found her choice of Tierney an insult. Though he waited years to exact revenge. After conquering and subsequently slaughtering her father and his kingdom, Roderin advanced on Tipperary. She was forced to watch her husband and children murdered before her. Arden arrived too late to save them but in time to rescue her from rape and torture at Roderin's hands. Only then discovering the two were brothers. They battled ferociously. Out of weakness for his younger brother Arden let Roderin live. After their escape Vivian learned that Arden was the eldest son of Fintan Connor, previous lord of South Clare. His own brother sold him out to the Immortals in exchange for future rule over Clare. Roderin had his brother forsaken, then sister and father murdered all for his greed.

By the time she has reached this point I am finished. Not only because the tattoo was small but because her skin healed almost as quick as I put it on.

"Darius starved himself." She told me when I commented on her quicker recovery. "The scent of your blood drove him crazy but an Immortal of his age develops immense control."

"He is much older than you?"

"Very much so." She answered. 

Realizing I haven't moved in some time she looks back at me in question.

"It's done." I remark. It now looks like my signature mark was burned on her skin. It is my initials in an ancient script. I work it into as many of my designs as possible. Now she is officially branded.

"Such talent....." She turns over and sits up. "....such a gifted soul." She smiles at me. I run my hands over her thighs as I look up at her in adoration. "I know you're dying to bury this inside me." She says as she leans over and rubs me through my pants.

"So bad." I groan.

"Then what are you waiting for?" She teases, dipping her own fingers inside her glistening lips. I am up instantly. My mouth on hers as I fumble with the button of my jeans. My latex gloves inhibiting my actions. Her hands push mine away and make quick work of my pants. She wets the head of my cock and positions it at her opening. "Give it to me Connor." She demands. 

"Oh yeah!" It comes out in a long sigh as I push in slowly. My head dipping down to capture a nipple. She drags a sharp nail over her other breast. 

"Taste this my love." I stop everything as I see the dark fluid run down her breast. My body tells me to lap it up but I am reluctant.

"You've had it before lover."

"Really?"

"The night we met."

"In the beer?"

"Yes."

"Is that why I feel your presence?"

"You do?" She sounds surprised. I nod. "My blood must speak to yours." She locks her heels around my ass. "Do you want to continue this conversation? Because I would really like you to fuck me." 

Without hesitation my head drops to lick the blood off her breast. As soon as it hits my tongue I latch on tightly. Sucking hard I grip her hips and buck into her just as intensely. She throws her head back, pressing mine to her chest.

"That's right lover. Fuck me good." She demands. 

My arms hold her tightly as I give her everything I have. Her hips coming forward to meet mine as I thrust as hard as possible. When I feel my release is imminent I turn my head, baring my throat to her. For the first time knowing and accepting what is to come. When her teeth pierce my flesh I welcome the euphoric feeling that spreads throughout my body. I can feel her mouth sucking, her nails digging into my back. It is like at this moment our bodies are connected as one entity. Our hearts beating in the same rhythm. I can feel soft moan into my throat. Every thrust into her is pure heaven. I feel a beast rise within me and howl loudly as I explode into her welcoming core. 

Her feet still locked around my ass help her milk my cock of every drop. The familiar darkness starts to descend upon me. Feeling like I am falling. Suddenly I feel her wet tongue in my mouth and taste her blood. It brings me back to my senses. Then goes straight to my brain and flips some kind of switch. Pulling away I grab her forcefully and spin her around. She doesn't fight me as I bend her over the table. I have one hand on her back holding her down as I grab my rejuvenated cock in the other. Growling, I line up and ram it home. The scream that escapes her sounds more like surprise than pain. I slide one arm under her to keep her in place as I slam in roughly. The other moves up to maul her breast. 

At first I think she is trying tear it away but realize she is trying to remove the latex glove. Not stopping my thrusts I quickly rip the gloves off and put my hands back on her chest. Pulling the nipples and squeezing hard. I don't know what has come over me but I'm only thinking about possessing her. Making her mine. Barely aware of how much she is enjoying my dominance, I continue to fill her with my hard shaft. Pulling out and slamming all the way back in. Blinded by desire to rule this pliant body beneath me I grab her by the hair. Yanking her head to the side violently, I cover her with my body and bite down hard where the shoulder and neck meet. Still growling I taste blood as I bite down again.. She cries out as she cums all over my erupting cock. I don't know how long I have her crushed beneath me but I come to when she whispers my name. I watch as the teeth marks on her neck slowly fade.

"Connor?" She says a little more alarmed. I slowly move off of her.

"I'm sorry." Clearing my throat. "I don't know what came over me." My voice is hoarse. Well I think I was growling like an animal the entire time I assaulted her.

"No. It was nothing like that." She says gently, turning and putting her hands on my face. There is a knock on the door.

"Is everything okay Connor?" Janet asks.

"Uh... yeah everything's fine." I answer. If you consider practically raping your client okay. She suddenly slaps me. "Stop thinking like that." She asks. "Are you ok?"

"I don't know. I feel weird. My whole body is tingling." Rubbing my cheek. "Are you okay?"

"Wonderful." Pulling me against her. "That was amazing."

"Really?" 

"Really." She kisses my lips. "What do you know about your heritage?" She asks as we dress.

"Nothing really. I was only like four when my mother brought me over from Europe. I can't even remember the name of the town we lived in then." 

Ever since Vivian asked me about my past I haven't been able to turn my mind off. I was so young when my mother brought me to America. Not much later someone attacked us in our home. She died but I managed to survive. I don't really remember this but learned about it when I was older. I don't even remember my father and can barely remember my mother. I have no photos of them. As far as other family, I have none that I know of. 

After I recovered from my injuries I was placed in an orphanage. It didn't take long for the first family to take me in but it didn't last. As soon as they had their own child I was sent back. Over the next few years I bounced back and forth between foster homes and the orphanage. I was never a bad kid. I did fairly well in school, didn't get in anymore trouble than other boys my age. One memory that sticks with me is the families would complain I ate to much. I recall always being hungry. For years I stayed underweight. For awhile the social workers thought I had some kind of disease. I was put through tons of tests but all came back clean. Honestly I can't remember ever being sick. Doctors said I had a high metabolism and I was given extra to eat at the center. Once I got sent to another foster home I was starved again.

Back then I learned how to adapt quickly to change. Every time you go back to the orphanage you meet new friends, see old ones. Hear about who's placed where and such. There was plenty of violence too. I had as many foes as I did friends. I may have been on the scrawny side but I never had a problem defending myself. I've always been agile. When I was ten I was sent to live with a foster family who had two other kids. The father thought he was going to beat on me. I fought back the first time. He put me in the hospital with several broken bones and a concussion. Good thing to come out of it was he is now in prison getting beat on. I can hope anyway. It turned out he had abused the other kids before, not just physically either. After that I was happy to stay at the boy's home.

When I was twelve I was placed with a different type of couple. They were looking to adopt. I didn't expect anything to come of it. For the first month I wouldn't unpack my bag. Not like I had many possessions beside a few clothes and my journal. That first month alone I put on nearly fifteen pounds. Delores and John Miles were patient with me. They were aware of my history. Two years before they had lost their ten year old son to leukemia. I think they chose me because I looked like their dead son. 

By that time I couldn't even remember my native language. Even now I have to think real hard about it and I might recall a word or two. Sometimes I hear it spoken by other people and it will bring back a flash of memory. Like my father holding me on his lap and telling me a story. I never remember his face but at moments like that I'll recall his voice. Deep, rich, heavily accented but I can't tell you what color hair he had. I remember he always seemed enormous to me but I was only three. To this day I do not know anything about him. If he is alive or dead. Where he might be if he is still living. 

After a year with the Miles' they decided to adopt me. I had finally reached a healthy weight. I don't think I ever heard them complain about my appetite. Delores always called me her growing boy. They encouraged me to try new things. John thought trying out for sports would be good for me since I had so much energy. My mind or body is in constant motion. I still only sleep a few hours a night. Four or five hours and I'm good to go. It turned out I liked to run.

When I was a freshman I tried out for and made the track team. That's where I met Russell. Through him I met the other guys. They all had been going to school together for years. Russell and I became fast friends. He was already playing guitar and I was just learning. Another thing the Miles' encouraged was my artistic side. Bought me all types of art supplies and it was John's idea for the guitar. He knew how to play and thought it would be fun to teach me. 

By that time I started to feel like I had a family for the first time in my life. It had been almost twelve years since I felt that happy. It wasn't always great. I had a hard time dealing with dreams of the past. Delores helped me find out all the stuff I mentioned earlier about the murder and such. It helped a little but it still bothers me that I will never know where I came from. I got over it best I could. Throughout high school I came into my own. Finally feeling a sense of security. I had parents, friends, the occasional girlfriend. 

At first I had problems committing to a relationship but the longer I stayed with my new family the more trusting I became. Realized everything is not fleeting. I fell in love quick in those days. What am I saying I still do. I think I fell in love with every girl I went out with. The first one was when I was fourteen. She was sixteen and lived next door. At first she used to tease me. Washing her car in a bikini and walking around naked with the window open. She was the first girl I was intimate with and the first one to break my heart. 




Connor Thomas Ch. 05



We fooled around for a couple months and the whole time she was dating another guy. I got over it quickly. I was used to disappointment. So for the next couple of years I dated but not seriously. My junior year I met my first real girlfriend. We dated until we finished high school. We broke up when she went away to college. I think it would have been harder to get over if I wasn't already emotionally shut down. 

The beginning of my senior year, I was out with the Miles' and we were in a car accident. They both died at the scene. I came through with minor injuries. Their loss brought back so much other pain. Katie tried to be there for me but I shut her out. Our relationship fizzled out during Senior year. We still did all the normal things together but I was in my own world. Russell's family took me in so I could finish out school. Not like they needed it with the other five kids. Technically I didn't even live with them but for about a month. Only used their address to be allowed to finish out at that school. A month after the accident I turned eighteen. Mike helped me get a shitty apartment as long as I promised to finish school. After everything my foster parents did for me finishing school was the least I could do for them. 

Not long after graduation I met Jerry. He had heard about me through a friend. I had designed said friend's motorcycle. Jerry wanted to meet the young protégé. He told me he did tattoos and I let him know my interest. I had a homemade needle I made during school and had been putting shit on my friends for years. He was impressed by the artwork I showed him. So he introduced me to Mack. After seeing what I put on Russell with my homemade gun he decided to give me a chance. Mike didn't mind me branching out. I started out as an apprentice. Learning from Jerry, Mario and Mack. 

When I was twenty I got my big break. I can say that one tattoo did change my life. At the time I was putting trendy shit on whoever. Finally I made my mark. All thanks to Janet. Mack had something to do with it too. She had broken up with her boyfriend of some years. I was never really attracted or unattracted to her. She was a bit older and I never thought I had a chance. One night I invited her out to watch the band. I sold their merchandise at the shows. She agreed she needed the get away. We were having a few at the bar. Which I was entitled to, for doing work on the owner. No one gave a shit that I was under age. I had even befriended a few local cops. Janet was definitely feeling the alcohol because she started telling me all about her break-up. How she found out he ex was cheating on her.

"You know what will help you get over it?" I asked. Letting the liquor fuel my confidence.

"What's that?" She asked skeptically like she had heard it all already.

"Raw, dirty, uninhibited sex." I said with a glint in my eye. 

After a moment she responded. "And I suppose you are the one to give it to me?" With a playful tone.

"I am not opposed to the idea." I joked. "That's all that helped me make it through my last break up." I offered a little to much info. She playfully elbowed me. I took it as a brush off and we finished watching the band. 

When the night was winding down I offered to get her a cab. Walking her out, she snaked an arm around my waist. When the cab stopped she pulled me inside and shoved her tongue down my throat. She gave the cabbie my address and I knew. With enthusiasm I kissed her back. Moaning into my mouth she spread her legs to welcome my touch through her jeans. We fought each other on the way to my apartment door. Clothes trailed us to the bedroom. We found it amusing that we shared a common factor. Both our nipples are pierced. The only difference being hoops through mine and barbells through hers. I found it invigorating as I sucked them to rigidness. When I discovered the hoop through her clit I groaned my approval. She voiced hers as I tasted her sweet essence. It didn't take long for my tongue to push her over the edge. Soon I found myself being sucked down her throat. Feeling another one of her piercings rub against the most sensitive part of my cock. The cool steel flicked over the nerve packed tip. Instinctively I fisted her hair and shoved my member down her throat. Before I came I pulled her up over me and she guided my member into her waiting core. 

"If I knew what you were holding....." She gasped as she impaled herself on my concrete pole. "...this would have happened a long time ago..." She lost her ability to speak when I started to fuck her in earnest. Arms behind her on my thighs she rode me. My hands gripping her thighs, I pulled her hard onto my shaft. It didn't take long for her to explode. Pouring herself all over my lap. I never let up the assault.

"Wow!" She gaped. "You're still hard." She moaned and placed her hands beside my head.

"We've just begun...." I threatened slamming up hard to meet her hips coming down. 

"Holy shit!" She cried out as I flipped us over. Pulling her legs up over my arms I pushed in deep. 

"Fuck yes!" I moaned as my pelvis met her thighs. I rammed my big dick far into her perfect center. My hands fisted her breasts as hers tugged on her clit. Barely aware of the experience I pounded away. I became conscious again when she was screaming my name.

"Oh Connor! Fuck me Connor!" Was the last thing I heard before I exploded, feeling her tight walls suck me in. 

I awoke the next morning palming a breast. 

"Mmmm.." I heard her purr. "That was definitely raw and dirty.." She said. It took a moment to gain my bearings. I'm was in my bed, morning wood against Janet's ass. I placed a hand on her right hip.

"I have an image for you." I said. My hand moved up from her thigh across her hip to her stomach as I described the Garden of Eden. Fingers ran between her breasts as I explained the vines that would climb through them. Finger tips moved in a spiral around her breast until they reached the taught nipple describing the flower I would place there as well. 

"Sounds good..." She agreed tilting her head back to meet my lips. My tongue plunged into her mouth, while her hand rubbed my hard tip against her nether lips. Swallowing her gasp I worked my whole length into her depth. In a few quick thrusts I had her on her knees. I buried my cock inside her slick hole. Hands bruising her hips I pistoned into her core. 

"Oh fuck, Janet!" I panted. Continuing my assault on her pussy. Soon she was on the brink. Thumbing her piercing, I warned her of my impending orgasm. I felt her convulse around my cock. I pulled out and shot my load all over her ass. 

"Fuckin' A!" I fell back onto my heels.

"Holy shit Connor!" Falling beneath me on the bed. "You are an animal."

"Thanks." Trying to catch my breath. 

We fooled around for a few weeks. No one at the shop suspected our coupling. Russ knew but duh he lives with me. A week after the first time I showed her the design I created. The next day I started the slow progress on her skin. When it was finished Mack got it published in a popular tattoo magazine. Suddenly everyone wanted me to do their tats. I was an overnight success. I never had to do duplicate work again. I could afford to pursue my creativity. Jerry and Mario didn't appear jealous as they stepped aside. I became the hot topic of the shop. To this day I can hold my head high and dismiss anything beneath me. Once I had to much art and not enough skin. That's not the case anymore. Along with the tats I do, Pestilent Existence and the custom bike shop demand my work. Shit, with the money I make why do I still live in a shit hole apartment with Russ? Cause I can and I support him. I owe him. Now I am glad to return the favor. Russell and the boys can pursue their dream. I pay the bills and work pro bono. It is a big plus to have 'Artwork done by Connor Thomas' on your albums. I thought I had all the answers. I guess I haven't been asking the right questions.



Connor Thomas Ch. 06



Sorry this chapter took so long. Writer's block is a bitch.

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I look like such a tool the next evening when I pick up Kayla. This is not the first time I have worn a suit for her. I am so whipped. My anger toward her has dissipated somewhat but not completely. We arrive at the Pavilion a little after seven. After checking our coats, we begin the rounds. She introduces me to friends of her parents and professors from her college. The guest list is pretty high class. I so don't fit in but learned long ago how to adapt. To Kayla's annoyance I am networking, handing out business cards every chance I get. It irks me she seems embarrassed about my profession. 

"I bet over half these people have ink under their clothes."

"It just doesn't seem appropriate."

"I have already picked up three different cards. Why shouldn't I be handing mine out?"

"Those were attorneys and a financial advisor."

"And?"

"Forget it." She sighs. It doesn't take long for me to run for the bar. Let her be pissed. 



We wander through the pieces up for auction. Most of it is overrated bullshit. One sculpture catches my eye. It reminds me of something I just can't say what. The plaque says it was originally made in 1656 in Ireland. Part of me feels like I have seen it before. I figure it must have been a book on period art. Compelled I write down my bid. Kayla appears impressed. She knows how much I appreciate art, guess she didn't think I would be willing to spend that much on it. I tried to convince her to let me put my art on her body. She claims religious belief. She hides behind that reasoning quite a bit. 



"It's covered." The bartenders says to me as he hands me a refill on my whiskey. I give him a quizzical expression.

"I'm a little surprised to see you here." I turn to see Darius holding out his hand. 

"I am an artist." Taking his hand. "It's my canvas that differs." His grin is still menacing looking. "Do women cringe or melt to that grin?" I joke.

"Depends which one I show." Quickly flashing his fangs. This time I can see the humor in him.

He follows my eyes over to where Kayla is in conversation with, only word that comes to mind is pretty boy. From across the room I can tell how hard he is trying to look the part. Perfect hair, perfect clothes. Must be Riley. I probably look like shit standing here next to Darius. Tall, dark, handsome. Can only imagine how much his suit costs. 

"You are the only original one here." Darius says.

"Excuse me?"

"Everyone here is playing a part. Myself included. You are the only one who is not pretending to be what you are not." I don't know what to say to that.

"Thanks, I guess."

"You are curious to know what they are saying?" Inclining his head toward Kayla and the other guy.

"Not so much what they are saying as...forget it."

"What she is thinking?" I just look at Darius and them back to Kayla giggling at... "Riley. Your guess was right on."

"Are you always in my head?"

"It's the quickest way we communicate with each other."

"I can assume We means the...."

"Yes." He cuts me off. "You must watch what is said in public." Looking down at me.

"Right sorry."

"So?" Looking back to Kayla.

"Tell me."

"You might not like it." 

"I think I can handle it."

"She is in love with him. Riley that is. She is wondering if he has all the sleeping around out of his system." He turns to look at me. "She would leave you for him. If only he wanted her back." 

"But he doesn't want her back."

"No. All he is thinking about is how to climb the ladder, marry into a wealthier family."



Nothing else is said between us. Both just sipping our drinks. The fucking year I have wasted on that tart. My anger starts to build until I remember the fact I have been cheating on her. A smile spreads across my face realizing I am not heartbroken by the news. Darius just confirmed all the suspicions I have had. I actually laugh out loud at how much I don't care. Especially about the people who are now staring at me. That is when Kayla and Riley notice me. They both looked surprised. Then I remember Darius.

"Are you some kind of big shot here?" I ask him.

"You could say that. I am part owner of Nocturn Inc."

"Vivian is the other? And this is your charity event?" He nods. I can not hold in the laughter. Here I am the least important person at this thing and am standing here bullshitting with the fucking owner. 

"You underestimate your worth." Darius says. Kayla and Riley make their way over to us. She comes to stand beside me.

"Connor. This is Riley Williams." She says. He holds his hand out to me. 

"So this is the scumbag who broke your heart?" Taking his hand. They both just gawk at me. I can't put up the façade anymore. "Oh right. This is Darius..." I realize I don't know his last name. Suddenly it pops into my head "..Lennox." 

"It's a pleasure Sir." Riley says holding his hand out, trying to recover from my statement. Darius takes it and they do some idle chit chat, business whatever. Kayla is just glaring at me. I give her my best smile.

"Nice meeting you two. Now if you can excuse us Vivian will be upset with me if I don't bring Mr. Thomas by to say hello." Darius says smoothly.

"You know Vivian?" Kayla asks me.

"Well I did have my hands all over her ass last night." They both gape at me again. I shrug. "Comes with the job." Winking at Riley. "I'll catch up with you later babe." Kissing her on the cheek I walk off with Darius.



"Nice touch with the ass remark." He says as we walk down a hall.

"It is the truth." He is leading me away from the party. "Does Vivian know I am here?"

"She does now."

"Oh right the mind thing. Gotcha."

"She is waiting for you." Stopping at a door. I look at it stupidly. He opens it. "Go on in." 



She is standing inside what appears to be a conference room. Huge table surrounded my a dozen chairs or so is in the middle of the room. Fuck she is gorgeous. Wearing a long, green gown that accentuates all her assets, The slit up the side showing off her nice legs.

"Hi." Vivian smiles and places her hands on my chest.

"Hi." I smile back.

"You were the last person I thought I would see here tonight." Pressing her body against me, her hands sliding up into my hair. "It's a nice surprise." 

I slide my hands down around her perfectly round ass as our lips meet. It starts out soft but soon I am pushing my tongue into her mouth. Wanting to taste every part of her. My mind floods with images of my tongue over other parts of her wonderful body. One of her hands is pulling my tie loose and working the button of my collar. Our tongues still dancing as her hand slides up around my throat. Pushing my collar open wide and stroking over the artery. When her mouth leaves mine to travel down my neck, I turn my head offering myself to her. She runs her tongue over my skin a second before her teeth pierce it. Squeezing her tightly against me. I am in heaven at this moment. She runs her tongue over my neck again before she pulls back. 

"Mmmm." She licks her lips. "That hit the spot." My mouth immediately attacks hers. The coppery taste of blood is on her tongue as I kiss her hungrily. Backing her up against the wall, I press my excitement into her.

"All I can think about is burying myself inside you." I whisper into her ear as I suck the lobe into my mouth. My hand sliding down her leg, finding where the slit starts and snaking beneath her dress.

"Now is not the time lover." 

"You tasted me. I just want a taste of you." My hand has found her nakedness. She opens her legs to me as my fingers run along her slit. A low moan escapes her lips as I kiss her neck. My fingers below working their way in. Feeling the wetness, I press them inside. Pulling them back out I press into her clit before removing my hand completely. She watches as I bring them to my lips and suck all her juices off. 

"Delicious." She pulls my mouth back to hers for an intense kiss. We kiss for a few more minutes before she pulls back. 

"I have made a mess of you." She smiles as she buttons my shirt and fixes my tie. "Get rid of the little girl early tonight. I have plans for you." She is smoothing my hair back down. 

"My friends are playing at the bar tonight."

"I will always know where to find you." She smiles.

"Oh right. The blood." She pulls me to her for another kiss and I taste her blood this time. I growl and almost cum right then.

"See you soon lover." Kissing my lips quickly she leaves. I wait in the room a few moments to gain control of myself. Her blood is zinging through my body and it might not be the best idea to go back out there with this raging hard on. 

I am standing at the bar listening to the opening local band. A half finished beer and empty shot glass in front of me.

"What's with the get up?" Chad teases. Pouring another shot of whiskey.

"Some charity bullshit with Kayla." I answer, downing the shot. He immediately pours another before moving off to fill other drink requests. Charity bullshit is exactly what is was. 



After I regained my composure I went back out the main floor. I stood for a long time and watched Kayla fawn over Riley. Seriously what could she see in him that I don't offer. Is it the looks? I know I'm not as fashionable but metrosexual is too close to homosexual for me. Not saying I am a homophobe. I just prefer to be comfortable in my clothes. Comfort over appearance. My lust for Vivian drained away and my anger towards Kayla resurfaced as I watched them. When she finally noticed me watching she made her way over. That is when the argument ensued. I say argument but whispering harsh words just doesn't have an argument effect. I left her standing there. Turning away from the tears that threatened. Hers not mine. I can not remember the last time I cried. Wonder if I ever have. 



I watch the band on stage as I drain both the glasses in front of me. My friends are in the back getting ready for the show. They play a regular gig here at the bar. This place is like our second home. I drop a twenty on the bar, which Chad gives me a scowl for and head to the backroom. The guys all turn to give me their attention when I enter. The usual jokes are made about my suit.

"Could have saved some for me." I say looking at the roach they passed to me.

"Plenty more where that came from." Bear offers. His real name is Kevin. He is the bass player, bald and towers six five over us. His personality does not match his appearance. We call him Bear but his girlfriend calls him Teddy bear. How funny is that. I have to stop pulling off my tie to catch the joint he tosses my way. I light it up taking a few puffs as I finish loosening my tie. Pulling it over my head and stuffing it in the pocket of my suit jacket. Which is then tossed onto a pile of their shit. 

"You will never believe what happened." Jackson tells me excitedly. Jackson is the drummer for the band. He is slightly shorter than me. Maybe 5'8", short spiky hair. It is green at the moment. Tattoos on almost every part of his body. Everyone of us has their share of ink, most done by yours truly, but Jackson takes the prize for the most. 

"What?" I feign shock like a school girl. 

"No seriously." He says as the laughter dies out. 

"Thought we were going to wait til after the show to tell him?" That's Bryce. Jackson's older brother. We are all basically the same age except Jackson. He is three years younger. It was a pain in the ass earlier when he wasn't old enough to play the bars. Bryce is the shortest of the group and stocky. Only about 5'6", short blond hair. Got one hell of a voice though. 

"Enough of the suspense. Just tell me." The effect is ruined as I choke on the weed.

"We're opening for Crimson River." Jackson blurts out.

"When?" I am truly shocked. Crimson River is a big time hardcore band. "How?"

"They are playing the Convention center in a couple weeks. Supposedly their opening band cancelled and somehow they have heard of us. I got a call from some Rep of theirs this afternoon." Russell answers. As you know he is my closest friend and roommate. He plays guitar for the band, has blue eyes and black hair that hangs down past his ears. We are practically the same height, but he has a thicker build than me. 

"Congratulations. That is awesome."

"Well we were going to keep it under wraps. Don't want to jinx it or anything." Bryce says shooting Jackson an evil look.

"It's going to be the biggest show we have ever played." Bear says.

"This is fucking major. Deserves some kind of celebration."

"Maybe like this?" Bryce pulls out a bottle of Jack Daniels. "We were going to save it for later but fuck that."

"So you guys were waiting for me?" I tease.

"You're as much a part of this band as the rest of us." Russ grins. They all nod.

"Don't going getting all fucking sentimental on me." What can I say I'm touched although I would never admit it. 

"To Pestilent Existence." Bryce says. Holding out the bottle with his right arm. Wrist turned up to show off the 'INFECTED' branded on his wrist. We all meet his hand with our fist, exposing our matching tats. I put them on everyone of us when we were in high school. I practiced putting them on all the other guys first so I could figure out how to tattoo my own wrist. It was very challenging but I managed to do it. It may not be the best looking tat on my body but I will never change it. We take turns passing the bottle. 



When the current band finishes I help the guys set up and they go on with the show. I am standing on the side of the stage watching. They are still passing the bottle between them. When the waitress brought up the beers I was given one too. Guess I really am part of the group. I can tell Bryce is feeling good because he looks right at me as he starts doing a funny dance. I almost double over in laughter watching him scream a hardcore song and do a jig. I can see the other guys trying to hold in the laughter. He actually chokes out the last few lyrics trying to hide his own amusement which makes me lose all control. 



When I straighten up that is when I feel it. I spot her at the bar. Immediately I start to walk over. She looks sexier every time I see her. As I make my way over I get the chance to fully drink in her beauty. My eyes working their way up from the leather knee high, three inch heeled boots. Then her bare thighs, to the short black skirt. Which I'm pretty sure is the only thing covering her wonderful ass. Moving up to her slim waist in the burgundy corset which enhances those great tits. I am getting so aroused as my eyes move up her bare shoulders. Her hair pulled up loosely showing off her silky smooth skin. Next to those luscious lips, curled up into a smile. I can see the slightest hint of her fangs. When our eyes meet my body shivers and her grin widens. When I arrive I slide my hand around her waist and shove my tongue down her throat. Her hands move up my biceps, to rest on my shoulders as she kisses me back deeply. My other hand moving to her ass I pull her against me, letting her feel my excitement. My mouth makes it's way down her neck.

"I like a man who knows what he wants." 

"You bring out the beast in me." With both my hands now rubbing her ass.

"Want to get out of here?" She asks with a devilish grin. 

"Fuck yes." 



She takes my hand and leads me out front. I don't know why I am surprised to see her limo waiting. A big burly dude is holding the door open. We climb in and he shuts the door. When I feel the car pull off, she is in my lap. Her hands grip my shirt and rip it open. Buttons fly everywhere. Her aggression is such a turn on. Her hands are exploring my chest as her mouth descends on mine for an intense kiss. My hands are on her ass pulling her down against my erection. Mouth seeking those huge tits. She frees them for me and runs her hands through my hair as I lavish them with attention. Still grinding herself on my lap. Moaning out my enjoyment as my hands join the quest to explore her magnificent breasts. Lips sucking and tongue flicking her left nipple as my other hand massages and tweaks her right one. Her gyrating is growing more intense. 

Her hands move down to work the button of my pants as she slides down to the floor, while unzipping my pants. I lift my hips slightly as she pulls them down around my ankles. Hands right back up to grip my hard shaft. She runs her tongue from the base up around to the tip. Sucking in the head, circling it with her tongue, her hand works up and down my length. I lay my head back moaning loudly. A second later she is back in my lap guiding me into her slick core. She lets out a low growl as her hot interior takes me completely into her depth. 

"Fuck!" I moan as her velvet walls hug me tight. She places her hands on the back of the seat as she begins to move up and down in my lap. I grip her ass and thrust up to meet her coming down.

"Oh yeah Connor...fuck me with your huge cock..." She growls. Slamming down hard.

"You love how it feels pumping in..." I thrust up. ".....and out..." Pulling her almost all the way off of my shaft. I hold her there. "Tell me you love it..." I demand. 

With need burning in her eyes she does. "I love how you fill me up.... Your enormous cock stretches me to the limit." Squirming to get me back inside her. I pull her back down as I thrust up hard. Slamming all the way in to her womb. "Holy shit!" She cries out. 

This woman makes me feel like some type of sexual god. 

"Oh you are a god Connor." Fucking me back just as good. "Yes...Yes.." She is repeating with each thrust. 

Her head is thrown back and I don't know what takes over but her exposed neck calls to me. I bite down hard where her shoulder and neck meet. She screams and goes over the edge. Muscles clenching my member tight as her juices flood my thighs. She jerks my head away roughly and sinks her teeth into my throat. I pull her down a final time as I explode into her core. Moaning loudly at the sheer intensity. I slump back trying to catch my breath. She collapses against my chest. Hand idly stroking the side of my face. The drugs, alcohol and recent activity take their toll on me. 

"You are magnificent." I hear her say as I lose consciousness.



Where the fuck am I? That is what I am thinking as I look around the room. Looks like a old cabin. Then I realize I hear something coming from another room. I climb out of bed and creep to the doorway. I see a tall dark man in heated discussion with a woman. She is not much smaller and equally dark in features. Sounds like they are speaking French but I understand every word.

"You must go. Tonight." The man says pointedly.

"We can't go without you." The woman answers.

"You must. This is our only option."

"Option? You make it seem like a choice."

"Because it is." He answers strongly. "You have to take the boy to Desmond. He will know how to hide who you are."

"Why do we have to hide?"

"You know the answer, woman." He nearly screams. "I never asked for this. Our blood bore this. It was made clear that it can't end here. The three of us are the last of the link. I hate it as much as you but this is what has to be done."

"I hate it." The woman nearly sobs as she falls into the man's arms. 



Something seems so familiar about them. I look down at my feet. Footy pajamas. Weird. Is this a dream or a memory. As I watch the couple it gets weirder.

"I don't like it anymore than you." The man says wiping away her tears.

"But why can't you come with us?"

"You know they would follow our scent. Just like they have been for weeks. We barely have a day on them as is. If I stay and fight it gives you and the boy a chance to escape."

"I can't go without you."

"You can and you will. This blood burns in our veins. We will do what we have to do to preserve it."




Connor Thomas Ch. 06



"You will sacrifice your life?"

"So be it." He states. The woman loses all composure. Sobbing in the man's arms. "Gain control of yourself. You don't want to wake the pup." 



She looks up into his face and the whole situation changes. He leans down to kiss her lips as he wipes away the tears. Slowly their hands begin to roam over each other. Grunting and growls ensue as they tear each other's clothing off. I know I should quit watching but something keeps me locked in place. The man lowers them to the floor. Positioned between her legs he drives in deep. She cries out in pleasure as he pumps into her hard. I can't tell which one is growling. Is it both? I am watching as this yellow eyed man makes love to his woman. That's when I realize his eyes have met mine. I don't imagine the smile that curves on his lips. I should be scared. Why don't I run instead of watch the spectacle. The man's body appears to grow. Fur sprouting, his teeth lengthen. As the woman reaches her pinnacle, he bites down on the joint of her neck and shoulder. That's when I realize she is just as furry and returns his affection. Both of them growling as they lap the blood from one another's shoulder.



I come to in a cold sweat. Sitting up in bed I know I am not in that cabin but I still see those yellow eyes boring into me. I look around and the previous events of the night return to me. 

"I'm sorry." I choked out when Vivian roused me in the limo.

"No worries my love. I was a little over zealous." She grinned at me. 

I vaguely remember being taken into a mansion. The amount of Immortals was staggering and all of their eyes were on me. She took me to her personal chamber and I was served a hearty dinner. Rare steak and I don't remember what else. Afterward was another intense sexual experience. I remember her sighing beneath me. Tasting her blood as I bit into her shoulder again. Her nails digging into my arms as she cried out for me to fuck her harder. Her teeth sinking in as I hammered into her. Blood and sex. Think I am becoming an addict. 

I wipe my naked body off on the sheet, climb out of bed and find the closest bathroom. When I reappear in the room Ronald is there.

"Good afternoon Sir." He does some kind of bow.

"Afternoon?" I ask stupidly.

"Yes Sir. It is about twelve thirty."

"Holy shit. I have a twelve o clock appointment. Where the fuck am I?" Looking around stupidly.

"At Ms. Vivian's home, about an hour outside the city. Ms. Vivian told me to make sure you made it back safely."

"Safely? I am late for work Where are my clothes?"

"What is left of them I laid out over there. I took the liberty of replacing your shirt." My shirt? Oh yeah. A smile creeps across my face remembering Vivian ripping it off me in the limo.

"My jacket? My phone?"

"I don't recall you having them when you arrived Sir." Shit. Then I remember throwing my jacket onto a pile of the band's shit. That means no phone, no wallet. I am out in god knows where with no way to reach my friends.

"I need a phone. I have to call my job."

"No problem. You can use the phone in the sitting room." I move toward it then remember the nakedness.

"Can you excuse me?" He gives me a smile, that slight bow and leaves. I dress quickly in my wrinkled clothes from the night before. Then make my way to the phone.



"Eternal Ink." Janet answers.

"It's me." 

"Connor? Where the fuck are you? Mike has been here for almost an hour and Kayla has called like six times."

"Fuck!" I groan. "Look I can't be there before .. Let's say two. Ask Mike if he wants to reschedule or stick around. I don't have my phone so If Kayla calls again tell her I am in with a client."

"Look I have been covering for your ass all morning. I don't have much say in what you are out doing but you better get your ass in here pronto."

"I'm on my way okay. It's just going to take my sometime to get back to the city."

"Where are you?"

"I honestly don't know. Just hold them off for a few more and I'll be there quick as possible."

"You owe me."

"I've owed you for a long time."

"I know." I hear her laugh as she hangs up.



It is a little before two when the town car drops me off in front of the shop. At least it draws less attention than a limo. 

"Thanks for the ride." I tell the guy, Boris, Bruno something like that as I climb out of the front seat. He tried to insist I sit in back but that would be too weird. I shut the car door and look down at my disheveled appearance. Normally I wouldn't care but I know I am going to get hassled when I go in. The shirt Ronald gave me is red silk. Seriously? I would never wear anything like this. Still in my suit pants, I look exactly like I've been out partying all night. Which basically I was. I realize the car hasn't moved. I lean down to look in and Bruno/Boris is watching me. What was it Ronald said? 'Get me back safely.' Bodyguard boy must be under orders to see me inside. I give a little wave and head into work.

The car pulls away as soon as the door closes. I hear a low whistle immediately.

"Nice clothes lover boy." Janet grins from her perch at the counter. I shrug as I walk over to her. 

"What did Mike say?"

"Ask him yourself. He is back in the office with Mack."

"Oh great."

"Be glad it was only Mike you kept waiting. If it was a regular client Mack would have your ass." I just rub my eyes with my palms. "You look like shit this morning. Want to tell me what happened?" 

"Not really."

"Have you called Kayla yet?" The way she asks tells me she has a good idea what I was doing. After all she had a boyfriend that cheated on her, so she probably heard all types of excuses. I shake my head in the negative. "Do it soon. She has called three more times since I spoke to you earlier."

"I need to call Russ. I hope he has all my shit and maybe he could bring my something to eat. I am fucking starving."

"I'll handle all that for you. You just get your ass back in Mack's office." I run my hand through my hair with a sigh. "I hope it was worth it." She says as I walk toward the back of the shop.



I pause at Mack's door to take a deep breath. Either anger or a whole lot of jokes are to follow. 

"So the golden boy finally decided to show." Mack barely gets the words out before he joins Mike in the laughter.

I cross my arms over my chest and glare at them. Mack is a very fit guy for his fifty five years. Black hair with gray streaked throughout. He stands about six foot and has a very commanding presence. His darker complexion is complete opposite of Mike who sits in a chair beside him. Mack's office isn't so institutional. He has a desk in the corner but most times he sits in the comfortable leather chairs with people. They are almost angled toward each other, so you feel the personal attention he is giving you. I know he did a short stint in the military and it shows in the way he runs things. 

They spend the next twenty minutes giving me a hard time over my clothing and being late. Then I give Mack shit about the fact that we don't have a lackey anymore. If so Mike would be prepped and I could get right to work. Then he blames that on me and the other guys. Saying if we didn't play so many tricks on the poor kid he might not have quit. I bitch about the fact that the three of them did way worse things to me. I have Mario's name tattooed on my as for heaven sake. Try explaining to girls why you have another man's name on your ass. Finally it gets to the point where I ask if I am going to get to work or is Mike going to reschedule. 

I don't get an answer because we hear a commotion in the hall. I open the door to see Kayla coming out of my room with Janet right behind her. 

"You know you are covering for a cheating bastard?" She is saying to Janet. I have never seen her so angry. 

"Who is she?" She hisses at me when our eyes meet.

"What are you talking about?" Trying to play dumb.

"Don't try to lie." She pulls out her cell phone. A second later she is shoving it in my face. "Who is she?" 

She practically screams. It takes me a second to focus on the picture because it is so close to my face. It is a picture from the bar last night of me with my tongue down Vivian's throat. "I have a few more if you want to see them too." She says through her teeth. 

"Can we go into my room and I'll explain?" Ushering her toward it.

"Did you have sex with her?" She asks as soon as the door closes.

"Were you following me?" Leaning against the door.

"No. Who is she?"

"Who sent it to you then?"

"A friend, unlike that bitch who works with you. I can't believe she would cover for you."

"What friend?" I ask calmly.

"Maxine." Bear's girlfriend. What a fucking bitch. "Now tell me who she is. I already know you left with her. Did you have sex with her?" 

"Alright." I sigh. "I never meant to hurt you."

"Quit stalling and tell me who the fuck she is." She screams at me.

"Fine." Holding up my hands in a defensive motion. "It's Vivian."

"Vivian Whitaker?" I nod. "How stupid do you think I am? Like Vivian Whitaker would actually have anything to do with someone like you."

"Like me?" Now I am pissed. "What the fuck does that mean?"

"Vivian Whitaker is one of the wealthiest women in this country. What would she possibly see in you?" I am floored. I know she is mad but she is actually telling me she thinks I am below her.

"Maybe what you saw in me." I growl at her. "Oh I forgot. I was just your rebound after Riley." Her eyes practically glow with anger. 

"That's not fair."

"Fair? The fact that you have never loved me. Used me and my money for months. That is unfair."

"I do love you." Clearly shocked by my statement.

"That's why you would drop me if Riley wanted you back."

"Who told you that?"

"So you admit it?"

"Don't turn this around on me. You were the one who left the bar with another woman. Now tell me who it was?"

"I already told you. Vivian fucking Whitaker. The one and only. She was here Friday night and I tattooed my name on her ass. Go ask Janet. Her appointment is in the computer." She is speechless. 

"Did you have sex with her?" She whispers.

"Yes." I almost yell. "Yeah I fucked her last night in her limo." Emphasizing the last part. "Maybe all she sees in me is my big cock and how well I can use it but you know what. She makes me feel better than you ever have."

"How long?" Trying to fight the tears.

"How long what?"

"Have you been cheating on me?" I can't meet her eyes anymore.

"How long were you going to string me along?"

"I wasn't..."

"Liar." Cutting her off. "You have no intention of this being forever. I saw the way you looked at Riley. Never once have I seen that type of devotion in your eyes when you look at me. You are with me because you can't be alone."

"That's not true."

"I don't care if you admit I. It is the truth. You wouldn't even feel bad if you dumped me for him."

"Yes I would. I love you Connor."

"Halloween." She looks confused. "I have been fucking her since Halloween. I admit I don't regret it but I do feel bad. I feel bad that I hurt you." Tears are running down her cheeks.

"Riley had the decency to break up with me first. So you know what. You are worse then him."

"I may be a bastard but I gave you my heart and you never returned that love." I hold my hand up to stop her rebuttal. "You say you do but I know you never actually gave us a chance."

"I tried." She cries.

"No you didn't." I step away from the door. "Good bye Kayla." She looks at me with so much pain on her face.

"I do love you Connor."

"You could never forgive me for cheating on you and you know what, I don't want you to." With that I walk out.



Connor Thomas Ch. 07



Just a warning this chapter includes m/f/f sex. Enjoy!

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Could birthdays be more depressing? Or lonely? Here I am on mine, laying in bed feeling sorry for myself. Thinking back on all the loss I've experienced before I turned twenty five. Now add on top of that the recent break up with Kayla. Then Vivian hasn't showed up for about a week. Which is another irritating fact. I go from a selfish prude to a wealthy older woman who uses me for sex. Just shows up when she feels like it, fucks me senseless then disappears. Wonder if she is one of those types that only wants what someone else has? To think of it how would she know I broke up with Kayla? 

"What a mess." I groan rolling over and pulling the covers over my head. After twenty more minutes of dissecting the ill fated relationship with Kayla I finally roll out of bed and head to the shower. I enjoy the hot water on my skin and then as routine from my sexless year I take a few minutes to get myself off. When I'm stepping out of the shower I hear someone knocking at the front door. Coming out of the bathroom, Russ is basically sleep walking to the front door in his underwear. 

"Is Mr. Thomas in?" I hear a familiar voice ask. 

Russ turns around to see me standing there with a towel around my waist. "It appears so." Stepping aside to let Ronald in.

"What's up Ronald?" I ask walking over.

"Nice to see you again sir." Looking over me a little to long. "I come with a message from Ms. Vivian."

"Yeah what's that?" I say kinda shitty.

"Perhaps you would like to put on some clothes? Then you could meet me out front."

"Yeah sure." Rolling my eyes I head to my room. As I pull on jeans and a sweatshirt I wonder why Ronald is coming during daylight hours. Whatever. Let's get this over with so I can go back to feeling sorry for myself. When I come back out of my room Russ is dressed too.

"Who's the tool?" He asks.

"Vivian's assistant. What are you doing?"

"I'm coming with you. These people have a habit of grabbing you anytime they feel like. Also I think Ron might want a piece of that sweet ass too." He jokes slapping my ass.

"Cut it out queer. I didn't answer the door in my underwear and technically I go willingly." Teasing him back.

When we walk out front I am blinded. Ronald is standing beside a sick motorcycle.

"A gift for your birthday sir." Motioning to the motorcycle.

"What?" I mumble, shocked.

"I have all the paperwork here." Tapping a folder. "Title, insurance all in your name."

"Dude this is a custom bike." Russ says in awe. Running his hand over the seat.

"Yeah...." Drooling. It is silver and chrome. A black wolf with green eyes adorns it. Matching helmet, with a wolf's head, sits on the bike.

"Yes it is. One of a kind. Like you sir." I give him a strange look. "Just passing on the message from Ms. Vivian. She regrets she could not deliver it herself but she has been called away on important business." 

"Likely story. Why are you not with her?"

"I flew in to hand deliver your gift and her letter." He hands me the folder. "Everything is in there. Enjoy and happy birthday."

"Thanks." Taking it. Russ is already sitting on the bike. Ronald gets into the backseat of a town car and departs. I wonder if Bruno/Boris was driving.

"Holy shit. This is a sick ride man."

"Fuck yeah." We both can't stop looking at it. "Couldn't have done better myself."

"I got an idea. Let's get dressed and take it for a ride."

"Definitely." 

After changing into a sweater and my boots I meet Russ in the living room. He is dressed similar and tosses me a beer.

"Breakfast....." He smiles taking a long pull on a fat joint.

"......of champs." I finish popping the top and drinking about half. He hands me the joint.

"Oh yeah Happy Birthday man."

"Just another fucking day." I answer choking on the pot. "But thanks."

"Man you must be one good lay to get a gift like that."

"No complains so far." Grinning.

"With what you're packing I wouldn't think so."

"You checking out my dick man?" I give him a creeped out look.

"You are the one sleeping naked on the floor. Good thing I didn't bring my date home that night....."

"Dude you still get laid way more than I do."

"Only cause you were pussy whipped for the last year....well I guess that's not the right term since you weren't getting any." He teases.

"Fuck you."

"I'm just glad you finally got rid of her."

"I thought you liked Kayla?"

"Not really. Just tolerated her for your sake."

"Next time don't let me waste my time." Finishing my beer.

"Let's get that new machine on the road." Tossing the roach on the counter.

"Sounds good." 

I give Russ a ride over to the garage we keep our motorcycles in. After retrieving his we spend some time cruising the roads. Then decide to got grab a real meal at one of our favorite diners. We go in take a seat and order. It doesn't take long for the compliments on my new ride. Once Russ mentions my birthday our meal is automatically on the house. Some times I forget I'm a sort of celebrity at certain places. 



After breakfast I split up with Russ. I'm going to the shop to get some work done on my tattoo. Mack insists that we take our birthdays off but that doesn't mean I have to stay away. Jerry is adding more detail to the Warrior Goddess on my left upper arm. She was complete some time ago, but he is adding more background. It's funny she reminds me of Vivian. Hair color, facial features similar. Body type is spot on. Except my warrior wears a lot less clothing and carries a bad ass sword. Jerry has been dying to add some landscape. It's going to be more like a battlefield with her rein of violence left behind. He's also adding a bit of blood and dirt to her. Just makes her look sexier. 

Everyone at the shop has been really quiet after my break up with Kayla. I know everyone heard the fight, but so far they have kept their thought to their selves. After I walked out on Kayla I went out back to calm down. When I came back in Russ was there with a change of clothes, my wallet, phone and something to eat. Mike decided I had enough on my plate and wanted to let me take the rest of the day off. I told him working would keep my mind off the drama. I finished eating then got to work on Mike's tat. 

I have been working on a full back one for the last year. He liked mine so much he wanted something similar. Jerry did mine back when I was eighteen. It is a lone wolf in the woods, howling at the full moon. I had done the design when I was sixteen. When I met Jerry he agreed to do the work for free if I did the work on his Harley. My exact words were "when do we start?" The difference with Mike's design is there are two wolves fighting to the death in a wooded clearing. I have a whole book of wolf themed art. It started ruling my work right after I turned sixteen. I never wondered where the ideas came from but after the weird dream, I am starting to.

I spend a few hours in the chair, then everyone there checks out my new ride. They wanted to see it. I am not one to brag. You should have seen the looks I received when I told them where it came from. Mario's words were 'sugar momma.' It's getting late so I go back to the house to get ready for the party tonight. Yes I know about it. The guys have been planning if for a month. They are going to play down at our favorite watering hole. What am I saying they play there monthly anyway. I park my new bike in the garage and walk back home. 

Once inside I strip off my sweater, it's irritating my recent work. Sitting on the couch with a brew I start to feel sorry for myself again. Maybe the depressing shit on the stereo doesn't help. It's just that I know I am not going to get laid on my birthday for a second year. Last year I had just started dating Kayla. This year I am pretty much single, except the booty calls. They are not really calls so much as Vivian shows up and we go at it like bunnies. With her out of town the likelihood of me getting laid is slim. I am three beers in and sucking on the bong when my phone rings. I'm sick of hearing it. It's been blowing up all day with birthday messages. I am grateful for all the friends I have but it is raining on my pity party. Looking at it I see Bryce's name.

"Where the fuck are you?" He screams into the phone when I answer.

"At the apartment."

"Quit feeling sorry for yourself and get down here. There is some major action here tonight." Bryce is single and since women go for singers he has no problem finding a bed mate.

"Yeah, I am on my way." Trying to placate him.

"Fuck that. Bear is on his way to drag your ass here."

"Is that bitch of a girlfriend going to be there tonight?"

"Of course. Just ignore her."

"Ignore? Fuck no she's going to get a piece of my mind."

"Whatever. It's your party. You can cry if you want to."

"Just wait. We'll see who's crying tonight." At that moment Bear pounds on the door. "He's here."

"See you in a few." I get up and let him in. He fakes like he is going to tackle me then grabs me in a head lock and musses my hair. 

"Get on a shirt and lets go." He says letting me go.

"Give me a minute. Have a bong hit." As I head to my room.

"Don't mind if I do." I go and put on a ratty, sleeveless band t-shirt. Since I will end up celibate tonight I am not dressing to impress. Plus my arm needs the fresh air. I meet Kevin on the couch for some more bong hits.

"Look I don't know if I can be civil to your girl tonight." I tell him.

"Come on. You brought it on yourself."

"What?" I am shocked. "Are you siding with her? So what I fucked around on Kayla. She had no right to run and tell her."

"They're friends." 

"We're friends. You want my to tell Max about the blow job you got when she was out of town last year?"

"None of us ratted you out."

"You should have told your bitch to keep her mouth shut."

"Come on that's uncalled for."

"Well I'm just giving you a heads up. Tonight I'm not holding my tongue."

"Alright. We better get going before ....." He can't even finish before Bryce is calling again.

"We're walking out the door." I answer and hang right back up. Grabbing my leather jacket we head out to the bar.



Bryce was right. When I walk in the bar is packed. Strange for a week night. On the way here in the car my buzz hit me hard. It was just a primer. I know my friends so I am prepared for a night of hard drinking. Which I have to do to get trashed. I think it has something to do with my weird metabolism but I have been able to drink everyone under the table since I can remember. Believe me we had plenty of competitions throughout the years. The drinking starts the moment I walk in. Bear drags me through the crowd to the far end of the bar. They have pushed a bunch of tables together. To an outsider it looks like mayhem.

"CONNOR!" They all shout when they notice my arrival. A shot is immediately placed in my hand followed by a beer.

"Who are all these people?" I ask after downing the whiskey.

"Jackson advertised at the college." Bryce answers refilling the shot glass. "Tons of available co-eds." He grins at me. I see he has a few already seated at the table. 

"Here's to not remembering anything tomorrow." I throw back the second shot. 

"That's the spirit." Bryce slaps me on the back then introduces me to the girls. "This is Candice and ....."

"Lucy" The girl finishes for him.

"Right Lucy. Ladies this is the Connor Thomas. The birthday boy."

"Hi." They say in unison eyes raking over my form. Bryce steers me into a chair beside the blond one.

"You can call me Candy." She says. All I can see is her chest. Looking over I see her friend is dressed just as ... well I should say underdressed as her. Another drink is placed in front of me. Shit! I wonder if I will survive this night. I wouldn't expect any less from these guys. On Russ's birthday we ended up in Ohio with no sign of him anywhere. Damn riverboat casinos. I make the rounds at the table. I am pleasantly surprised by a few of the guests. I knew all the usuals would show but there are a few old friends I haven't seen in years. 

"Congrats on the successful business." Katie says hugging me and introducing me to her husband Drake. I didn't even know she was back in town. This was the first girl I really loved. Who gave her heart back to me. She was everything to me during our Junior year of high school. She lost her virginity to me after our Junior prom. I wonder what would have happened if the Miles' hadn't died. I take all the blame in the demise of our relationship after that. When she went off to college in California, we lost touch. Last time I saw her was when I kissed her goodbye at the airport. So she tells me about her career and can you believe she has a two year old daughter?

By the time I finish catching up with Katie I have downed two beers and two more shots. At this rate I am not going to make it through the night. Sweating my ass off I strip off my coat and toss it to Chad. He stashes it behind the bar. I sit down and Lucy is soon beside me.

"Wow. You have a lot of tattoos." She says running her hand up my right arm. "I like this." She purrs as she follows the black and yellow serpent wrapped from my wrist all the way up past my elbow. "Who wins?" She asks running her hand around the scorpion attempting to strike on my bicep. She stops at the tip of his tail close to my shoulder.

"It's an ongoing battle." I answer. Looking over I see Bryce watching, grinning.

"I wonder which snake is bigger?" She says licking her lips and sliding her hand in my lap. My eyes widen in surprise. Bryce just nods. That's when I realize the set up. 

"Just go with it." He mouths. 

When the guys take the stage the embarrassment grows. They play a few songs before Bryce lets it go.

"Everyone having a good time tonight?" Plenty of cheers follow that. "For you who don't know we are here to celebrate my boy's twenty fifth birthday." More shouts. "Where you at Connor?" Looking around for me. "Get your ass up here." I am shoved on stage by my friends. "Everyone wish Connor a happy birthday." Happy birthday is shouted out by the rowdy crowd. "This next song was written by our guest of honor." Russ is handing me a guitar. "Who wants to hear Connor's song?" More screams. I am examining the instrument as Bryce tells the crowd about my "glamorous" career, then telling the ladies how single I am. Way to put me on the spot Bryce. Yes I can play and I did write the song. I filled in for Russell the time he sprained his wrist but this is different. I'm drunk and they are putting me on the spot. 

"Happy Birthday." Russ grins as I look over the Les Paul. Being a south paw I can't play his so I know this is for me. Before I can object Jackson counts off. Surprisingly, I fall right into the song. Fuck, sometimes the attention just feels good. I actually stay on stage and rip through another one before taking off the six string. 

"Give it up for Connor." Bryce is saying as I step off the stage to cheers. Candy and Lucy are beside me in an instant. The guys continue the show as Lucy pulls my mouth down to hers. 

"No fair." Candy says before pulling me away and shoving her tongue in my mouth. Both claiming their property I guess. I can't tell whose hands are which. Sliding along my chest, rubbing my ass. When one lets me up for air the other one claims my mouth with hers.

"Connor!" It takes a moment to realize Bryce is saying my name. "Connor!" He yells into the mike again. I look up to see him on the edge of the stage near us. The girls quit the kissing but not the groping. "Do you mind?" He asks with a big grin. "We are trying to put on a show but everyone is watching the other show." Motioning towards up. I can tell by his voice he is just teasing me.

"We can come up on stage and take over for you." I grin back, squeezing the girls tight against me. That gets plenty of cat calls from the crowd. Bryce waves us off with his hand. 

"Lucky bastard." He says as he walks back to the middle of the stage.

They girl walk off to the bathroom hand in hand. I turn to walk back to our tables and nearly step on Janet. Smiling she hands me a napkin. I look at it suspiciously. 

"Lipstick." She tries not to laugh. I use both sides trying to get it off. I am so far gone I would have walked around all night with it on my face and been none the wiser. 

"You having a good time?" She asks, walking with me back to the tables.

"The guys know how to throw a party."

"You're a popular guy."

"Not this popular."

"You underestimate yourself."

"You just get here?" Changing the subject.

"Yeah. Mario and Jer are at the table."

"Cool. Let's go get a drink." We go up to the bar and are served immediately. Chad knows me, I don't even have to ask. He just places a shot and beer in front of me and gives Janet a questioning look. 

"The same." She replies. Just another one of the guys she is. "Happy Birthday." She clicks her shot against mine and we down them. Turning to walk back to the party I see the girls making their way back to me.

"I see you are taking your own advice." Watching the girls.

"Yeah?"

"The uninhibited, raw, nasty sex."

"I said dirty not nasty." She laughs.

"Go get 'em tiger." Pushing me in their direction.



"So Connor you want to show us your place?" Lucy whispers in my ear as she runs her tongue down my neck.

"Us?" I ask stupidly.

"Candy would get jealous if we leave her here." She is nipping at my neck. Candy is on my right with her hand caressing my ass. 

"You ladies ready to go already?"

"I'd say you are?" Candy has her mouth to my other ear and a hand on my crotch. Is this really happening? I awoke this morning set that I was going to end up jacking off. Scratch that, I flew solo this morning. Now I have two hot college girls fondling me. I just hope I am not too drunk to perform. I relish in their hands attention to my body for a few minutes before we are rudely interrupted.

"I see you moved on rather quickly." It is Max. What a bitch to ruin my night.

"Technically I moved on before the break up." She gives me a glacial look.

"You were never good enough for her."

"Baby my big dick wasted the last year on her. It saddens me to think of all the women who lost out on being pleasured by this." I grab myself. 

"Get over yourself. I doubt it's that big." She says snotty.

"Feels big to me." Lucy says slipping her hand down my pants. Oh fuck!

"Lets go ladies." I say looking at the women at my sides. "I see multiple orgasms in your future." They squeal in excitement. "As for you." I look into Max's eyes. "A word of advice. Learn to suck cock. I've heard you are terrible." She just gapes at me and I take my new ladies hands and leave the bar. I can hear my friends rooting me on as we depart. 

Things get hot and heavy as soon as we are in the cab. Candy and Lucy take turns kissing me. When I have my mouth on one the other is kissing my neck and chest. Then I watch as they kiss each other. Their hands are all over me and each other. I see the cabbie enjoying the show through the rearview. Six hands and three mouths eagerly exploring each other. This is any man's fantasy come true. I can't believe I am going to get it on with two sexy women. Yes they were hot before I got drunk. 

Once we are at my place I get self conscious. I know I can fuck the shit out of one but I'm not sure if I can handle two. They make up my mind for me. After stripping me of my clothes I watch them undress each other, kissing and fondling each other in the process. Candy kisses me deep as Lucy gets on her knees and takes me in her mouth. Pushing me back on the bed Candice climbs on my face. I waste no time devouring her juicy cunt. Though I find it hard to concentrate on the task while I am being sucked off by a different girl. Regardless Candy is screaming out her orgasm pretty quickly. I am fighting the urge to blow. 




Connor Thomas Ch. 07



"Wow! You have a big cock." Candice observes as she falls beside me on the bed. We both watch as Lucy tries to suck me down her throat. 

"God. I want to fuck you both." Lucy lets go with a loud pop. 

"You can go first Candy." She grins slyly. 

Lucy lays on her back while Candy gets into the doggy style position. I waste no time sinking into her wet core as her mouth seeks her friend's satisfaction. It takes a few thrusts, she is so tight after the recent orgasm but soon I am completely sheathed inside her. We are all voicing our pleasure. Candy's tongue can not keep up with my pounding. Soon she is cumming again. While she recovers I push her aside and grab Lucy's ankles. Pulling her underneath me I throw her left leg over my arm and slam into her wet pussy. 

"Oh god!" She screams.

"That's right babe. You want me to fuck your pussy....don't you?"

"Oh yes....." She repeats as I continue my aggressive approach. 

I seriously can not believe I am getting two girls off. Never heard my name cried out so many times in that many octaves. While I hammer away at Lucy, Candice climbs on her face. Lucy is eating her friend as I push her over the top. Candy leans forward to kiss me. I grab her tit and squeeze hard. She grabs both my nipple rings and pulls hard as I erupt inside the girl beneath me. I don't know how it happens but it gets better. After my orgasm the women tag team my cock. Both of them licking, sucking, fondling every part of my manhood. Getting me ready to go again. 

"I want to lick Lucy's pussy while you fuck her in the ass." Candy says, still stroking my cock. My eyes about fall out of my head. Girls never ask for it. The rare times I got to do it, I initiated it. Fuck! I'm not going to pass up this opportunity. These girls are going all out tonight. 

Unable to believe I have two women in my bed, I grab some lube out of my bed side drawer.

"Let me get her ready." Candy says taking it from me. 

Lucy get on her knees and takes over on my cock as Candice moves behind her. Candy smiles at me as she squeezes the lube into her hand. I tear my eyes away from hers to watch her fingers. They are spreading lube over Lucy's asshole. My mouth falls open and a moan escapes as Candy works one, then two and finally a third finger in. Lucy moans around my shaft and pushes back on Candy's hand fucking her ass.

"She's all ready for you." Slowly taking her fingers out. She moves around and squirts more lube on her hand before rubbing it on my cock. Lucy gets up on all fours as I move behind her. I rub the head of my cock against her and begin to push in. It takes a little force to get in.

"God, you are huge." Lucy moans as I slowly work my way in. My hands probably bruising her hips as I shove my entire length into her ass. That's when I feel Candy beneath us. Her tongue moves across Lucy's cunt up to my balls. She sucks them into her mouth briefly before running back down to lap at her friend's clit. I am so not going to last long. Slowly pulling back out of Lucy's very tight ass. Candy is alternating between us as I begin to move faster. Feeling like she is finally loosening up I start to push in with force. Soon I am jack hammering into her ass. Can feel my balls slapping against Candy's face and mouth. That does it, I get a scream out of Lucy as I slam every inch into her and let loose. Feeling her cum all over Candy's face. 





Next thing I know is my phone is ringing. Groaning I untangle myself from the two women still in my bed. Sitting up I realize I have no idea where my phone is. Clothes are everywhere. My phone stops ringing and the pounding headache hits me. Covering my face I groan again. When my feet hit the floor the phone rings again. This time I locate it and flip it open on the way to the bathroom.

"Good morning." Bear says cheerfully.

"Ugh." I grunt into the phone.

"Did I wake you?"

"Yes." I hiss then sigh.

"Are you peeing?"

"Yes."

"That's nice."

"What do you want?"

"Well while you were getting fucked into oblivion by two insanely hot chicks. I was getting bitched out by my girlfriend all night."

"What does that....hold on." I lean over and wretch into the toilet. After heaving up everything in my stomach I put the phone back to my ear.

"Where you puking?"

"Um yes."

"Well thanks for sharing all the disgusting things you do in the morning."

"You're the one who was nice enough to wake me up at seven o'clock." I say around my tooth brush.

"I was just returning the favor."

"How?" Sounds more like 'ow' since I am still brushing.

"Did you say something to Max about her ability to give head."

"Yep."

"Well thanks. I spent the rest of the night denying I told you and trying to assure her she was good at it."

"So you spent all night lying?" Spitting and rinsing out my mouth.

"Of course. I couldn't really tell her that it feels like....."

"Spare me the details again. I had to listen to your sob story after you let you ex blow you." Bear actually growls into the phone. I start laughing really hard. 

"Are you done in there?" One of the girls asks, I think it is Lucy.

"I got to go Bear. Good luck with getting a good blow job anytime soon." He starts to say something as I hang up. I open the door to a bouncing Lucy. "Sorry." Stepping aside as she rushes to the toilet. I shut the door on my way out. Walking into my room I realize I am naked. As I dig out some clothes Candice rolls over.

"Morning stallion." She purrs.

"Good morning." Pulling on some pants. "Interested in some breakfast?"

"Mmmm." Licking her lips. "What do you have in mind?"

"Eggs, bacon.. toast."

"I was thinking about a big piece of sausage." Climbing out of bed and walking over to me. She pulls my mouth down to hers. After a very sensual kiss she pulls back.

"I would love to climb back in bed with you but honestly I am worn out." She sticks out her lip. Thankfully Lucy interrupts.

"What time is it?" She asks walking in wearing my t-shirt.

"Seven thirty."

"Oh my god!" Lucy suddenly is searching for her clothes. "I have class in a half hour." Quickly pulling on her clothes.

"What about you?" I ask Candice.

"I don't have a class until this afternoon."

"You up for breakfast?"

"Sure." Lucy is now dressed. Although I think some of her clothing is mixed with Candy's. Lucy walks over to kiss my lips.

"I had fun last night." She slips a piece of paper into my hand. "Call me." With that we watch her walk out.

"You going to wear that?" I tease Candy. Looking at her naked body she giggles. "There is a diner on the corner." I say going to pull a hoodie out of the closet. Candy dresses in her skimpy attire from last night. "Did you have a coat?" I ask. 

"I must have left it at the bar. I was pretty drunk." She blushes.

"You weren't the only one." I toss her the hoodie. 

"I'm not saying I regret anything." She quickly states.

"Me neither. That was the best birthday I've ever had." Pulling out a long sleeve shirt and slipping it on. 

"Was that your first threesome?" She sounds surprised. 

"Yeah. Why is that unbelievable?"

"Because women must throw themselves at a sexy man like you."

"My girlfriend just broke up with me last week." I answer, sitting on the bed to pull on socks and shoes.

"Right before your birthday? What a bitch."

"I cheated on her." 

"Oh." 

"Still think I'm all that?"

"Yes. But can we finish this conversation over breakfast. I am starving." There is no objection on my part. I grab my leather jacket on the way out. After we sit down and order. Coffee, bacon, eggs and toast for me. Pancakes, bacon, eggs and milk for her. I raise an eyebrow at her order. "What?"

"You seem the fruit and yogurt type."

"Because I am skinny? Trust me I work hard for this body. What about you?"

"I'm a runner."

"Should've guessed with that body." Our drinks arrive. "So let's get back to our conversation." I give her a questioning look. "Why did you cheat on your girlfriend?"

"It's a long story." I sigh.

"Give me the short version."

"Fine. We dated for a year. She was....is a virgin. I worshiped the ground she walked on. Never made it past first base. Well technically once but that was a disaster. After all I did for her she thought a blow job was....." I take a sip of my coffee. "I don't want to talk about it. I'm glad it's over."

"So what of the woman you cheated with?"

"You are nosy huh?"

"Yes."

"Well why don't you have a boyfriend. Incredibly sexy woman like you. Kind of hard to believe you are single."

"I'm not." My mouth falls open. "My fiancé and I have an understanding. While we are away at separate schools we can explore other sexual relationships."

"It doesn't bother you that he is sleeping with other girls?" This time I am surprised.

"So am I." She grins.

"Touché." 

"So? What happened to the other woman? One time thing?"

"It's hard to explain but no it was more than once."

"Why didn't you spend last night with her?"

"She's out of town. Can you quit grilling me? If you forget we were up all hours of the night fucking each other retarded." At that moment I feel her foot slide up my leg.

"You don't have to remind me. You were incredible. Let me just say one last thing."

"Okay." I say slowly.

"I'm sorry women missed out on that big cock too." Grinning devilishly. 

At that moment our waitress has to bring our food. The way she gapes at us I know she heard that. We chat about common interests throughout the meal. I find out she is a dancer. That is how she keeps the tight body. After paying I meet her outside.

"Let me get you a cab." I offer. Hailing one.

"I had a really good time." She says.

"Me too." She pulls me down for a long wet kiss that causes passers by to stare. "Give me a call sometime." We switched numbers during breakfast. "I would love to have a solo session with a stud like you."

"I'm sure that can be arranged." She hugs me and gets in the cab. I lean in to hand the cabbie a twenty. Candy and I smile at each other before I close the door. 

I walk back home with the stupidest grin on my face. I think my life is finally turning around. I just wish I could remember all of last night. Somehow I don't think it compares to the experiences with Vivian. Then thinking about Bear's call reminds me of the phenomenal blow job Vivian gave me. Next I start to get angry with myself. So what if we have amazing sex. She comes and goes as she likes. I am not going to be under a woman's thumb again. It's time for me to take back control. Maybe I will call back Lucy or Candy soon. Maybe both. Or I could just start fucking a different woman every night. My grin widens as I realize I am a free man. 



I can't pass up the next opportunity I get. It happens way sooner than I could have imagined. Looking over my appointments for the day I grumble when I see Reese, Kayla's friend on my calendar. I go through my file to find the work she wanted. A custom tramp stamp. As long as we don't have to discuss the ex everything will be fine. 

I get through the first person with ease. As I start on the second I start to feel the long night I had. Reese is my last appointment of the day. Seeing as I have been working for six hours already. I can take breaks when I want. Most of my artwork takes several hours. I just finished inhaling a sandwich Janet provided when Reese arrives. She is wearing tight, low riding jeans and what looks like a bra under her coat. She is not very top heavy but does have a nice ass. She runs on the shorter side about 5'3", short red hair, green eyes. 

"Hey Connor." She smiles.

"Hey." I answer shortly. 

"You're looking good." 

Really? I am wearing faded jeans and a wife beater. Barely had time to shower before work seeing as I passed out as soon as I hit the door after breakfast. If it wasn't for Russ waking me up I would have been later than I was. Of course everyone understood. Joked me about the wild night I probably had. Teasing me about even coming in for the day.

"Figured he would still be with the tease." Mario joked.

"You guys know way to much about my life. Go get one of your own."

"But the way you ask for the punishment is too much to pass up." Jerry chimed in.

"Leave him alone boys." Janet came to my rescue. So I thought.

"Thanks Janet."

"I'm sure he is worn out from those two girls he had pawing him all night." Smiling wickedly.

"Yeah, yeah details man." Mario was getting excited.

"Look you guys couldn't even get one chick that hot now."

"Boy when I was your age I had a dozen on me at one time." Jerry answers.

"Biker chicks don't count Jerry. They will fuck anyone with drugs." Janet teases.

"Even so. I've had my share of young pussy."

"God Jerry. You are so crude sometimes." Janet walks away from the conversation. 

"Janet I bet you're a hellcat in bed." Jerry yells after her.

"Ask Connor he knows." She shouts back as she disappears out back. Both Jerry and Mario look at me for conformation. I shrug.

"Well?" Mario ask a little too excited.

"It was years ago." I grin. 

"You didn't tell us?" Jerry playfully slaps me upside the head.

"Figured you knew. We fucked in the room back here a couple times."

"Good thing Mack didn't find out. He would have skinned you alive for touching his daughter."

"It would have been worth it." That comment gets them going. Thankfully a customer came is so they had to chill. 

So now I'm back in the room working on Reese. It's not a big tat so I can finish it tonight. She's a tough one. I did a pretty extensive one on her right arm and shoulder last year. She already had a few when we met. She was ecstatic when she found out I did body art. Actually she knew who I was. Had seen my work in some magazines. I always thought she was flirting with me while I was dating Kayla. Always let it slide figuring she wouldn't do that to her friend. It is getting late and I am getting tired. I know this will only take about thirty more minutes but need a quick break. 

"We don't have to finish tonight." She offers sitting up. 

"It's almost finished. I just need a moment." Standing up and rolling my neck and shoulders. "You still get the free touch up session, in case I missed something."

"You didn't."

"It's hard to tell sometimes." Kneading my left forearm.

"Come here." She commands. I look at her puzzled. "I'm not gonna bite." Waving me over. I move over to her and she motions for me to turn around. Slowly I comply. 

"Oh god!" I sigh appreciatively as she starts massaging my shoulders. 

"Feel good?" 

"Oh yeah." She spends a few minutes on my back and shoulders. Then turns me to work my left hand slowly making her way up to my wrist, forearm and bicep til she reaches my shoulder again. 

"Better?"

"Thanks that hit the spot." I motion for her to lay back down. "I should be done in about thirty."

"That's fine." Happily turning onto her stomach. I keep glancing at her plump ass as I finish up. I fight the urge to reach down and smack it.

"Go ahead." She suddenly says. I look to see her watching me over her shoulder. Being caught I blush. "Seriously. I want you to do it." I can see in her eyes she means it. Biting my lip I let my hand fly. With a loud slap I grab her right cheek hard. "Mmmm." I rub it a minute then do the same to her left one. "That felt good, didn't it?" She runs her hand up my leg. I swallow hard. Hand still rubbing her ass.

"Don't be shy." Licking her lips at me. I sit the needle aside and let my hand move between her legs. She pushes into my hand as I stroke her through her jeans. Her own hand finding my manhood. That is when I jump back.

"We can't do this." 

"You sure?" She pouts.

"Yeah. It's been a long night." Picking the needle back up. "I am almost finished." She just lays her head back down on her arms. Fifteen minutes later I really am finished. "All done." Pretty much jumping up. I start cleaning up immediately. She gets up and goes to the mirror to check it out.

"Looks good."

"I turned out real nice." Not even looking her way. "You can make the follow up appointment with Janet on your way out if you want."

"Okay but I'd like to give you your tip." 

"She'll handle that too."

"But I think it would be better to give personally." I turn to find her right behind me. She smiles wickedly as she reaches for the button of my jeans.

"What are you doing?" My eyes widening in shock.

"Shh." She says placing a finger on my lips as her other hand undoes my button and zipper. "I've wanted to do this for so long." Quickly dropping to her knees she takes my pants with her. "Commando huh? Sexy." Actually I didn't have time to find clean underwear today. I stand there frozen in shock. "Wow. It really is big." Gripping my member. "I thought she was exaggerating." She starts stroking me.

"We shouldn't..." Is all I get out before her tongue flicks out to touch the head of my cock. "Oh fuck." She smiles up at me before licking me again. My hands grip the counter behind me hard. "Unh." I groan.

She continues stroking my length as her tongue tastes the first drop of fluid. My left hand slides into her hair. Her tongue is brushing against the underside of my cock as her lips surround the head. Instinctively I push forward. She welcomes more of my member into her mouth. Moaning around me, her other hand slips back to massage my balls. I can't control myself. After a celibate year my control is thin. Fisting her hair is start to thrust into her warm mouth. I am surprised by the happy sounds she is making. Clearly enjoying herself, her tongue flicks at the nerve packed area under the head of my cock. All self control shatters when she hums around me. My grip tightens in her hair as I start fucking her face. All kinds of animal sounds coming out of my mouth. When she gags the second time I come back to earth. Relaxing my grip I slow my movement. She just grips tighter and increases suction. 

"Oh...oh..." I keep repeating. "Oh fuck I'm going to cum." She doesn't let up as I burst in her mouth. After swallowing all I have to offer she gently licks me clean.

"That was delicious." Licking her lips she looks up at me. I just try to catch my breath. She pulls my pants up for me as she stands. I take over buttoning and zipping up.

"Thanks." I manage to choke out.

"It was my pleasure." She turns to grab her coat. "I would love to find out what else you can do with that." Looking at my crotch.

"That can be arranged." 

"I'll come by when you get off work on Friday." This woman knows what she wants. I am kind of surprised it is me.

"Okay. Sure. Might be like twelve.. one o clock. Depending on my appointments."

"Better pencil me in then." Grinning she sashays out. Turning to the computer I pull up my schedule and block anything after eight that night. Fuck! All I can think about is burying myself inside Reese.

Jerry is still in with a customer when I come out. 

"All finished?" Janet asks.

"Yep. Room is spick and span."

"Jerry is still working so you know I'm stuck here. Mario is already at the bar."

"Okay. See you there?"

"Where else would I go at this time of night?" She jokes.

"Bed?"

"You going to come with me?" Flirtatiously.

"Why did you tell the guys early?" I ask seriously.

"Shock value. You could have denied it."

"Mack doesn't know right?"

"After all these years you think it would matter?"

"Uh yeah. When I got hired he told me you were off limits. Touch her and you won't put ink to skin in this town again. Is exactly what he said."

"Really?" Somewhat surprised. "Dads. What can you say."

"I don't know. Never had one."

"I'm sorry I forgot."

"It's fine. I'll see you at The Hole?"

"Yep." With that I grab my coat and head out.

The bar is only a few blocks from the shop. My home away from home. As soon as I walk out of the shop I feel uneasy. Like someone is watching me. Looking around I don't notice anything unusual. I've been taking this walk alone for years. Other than the one time I was robbed at gun point I have never felt fear. Not saying I am scared now just a little uneasy. 




Connor Thomas Ch. 07



I am walking past an alley on the second block when I hear something growl. Next thing I know I am hit hard. There is nothing I can do. I fly backward into the alley. Hitting the ground hard, all air is forced from my lungs. Staring up into the face of my attacker I think I must have hit my head. Lips on the muzzle drawn back in a snarl to reveal sharp teeth. The thing is growling and drooling. Yellow eyes burning with rage. I am paralyzed as I look up at this inhuman creature on me. I'm sure it is going to rip my throat out. I can feel his hot breath on my face. 

Suddenly the crushing weight is gone. I turn my head to see the creature slam into a wall. Quickly I scramble to my feet. I want to run but notice the tall dark figure going right for the monster. I do back away a couple steps as the two come together in a flash. Fists flying, claws swiping, teeth snapping at each others throat. Then I realize it is Darius who has come to my rescue. The howling and roars finally reach a crescendo. Then there is a loud yelp and whine before the other thing retreats. It stops at the end of the alley. Growls before jumping the eight foot wall and disappearing. I stand there shocked for a minute. I come back to earth when Darius walks up.

"What was that thing?" I ask.

"Werewolf."

"Should have figured. What other kind of supernatural things exist?" I ask seriously.

"Witches, demons, ghosts." He states honestly as he assess the wound on his left side.

"Oh fuck. You're injured."

"It's fine. I'll heal. Werewolves can't affect us like humans." Suddenly he looks over my form. "Did he scratch or bite you?"

"I don't think so." Assessing myself. "No I'm good. Thanks for uh...saving me and all."

"Luckily I was in the neighborhood." His grin says way more than his words.

"Well I wish there was something I could do to repay you...." As soon as the words leave my mouth I know exactly what. Looking up into his eyes I hold out my wrist. He looks at it questioningly. "You need it to heal quickly right?" 

Without another thought he grabs my arm, pushes back my sleeve and sinks his fangs in. I expect to feel pain but it actually feels good. Someone moans. I'm not sure if it was him or me. Okay it is more than a little weird. Vivian is the only vampire to bite me before and it is always arousing. So as this male vampire sucks on my wrist I feel a stir in my jeans. I am creeped out being aroused by a man.

"It's common." He say as he releases my arm. "It's something in our saliva that causes the high. You're not homosexual or anything."

"Of course. I wasn't thinking that." Trying to play it off.

"You forget I can read your thoughts. Viv is going to have to teach you how to cover them. Better for us all if no one else can pick your brain."

"Well you know this has been interesting and all but if you're good..." He lifts his shirt to show the pink flesh quickly mending. "Good. I'm going to have a drink. More like a few drinks."

"I can tell why Vivian is intoxicated by you."

"Because I drink?" Confused by his statement.

"You have a unique taste. Very intoxicating."

"I'll take your word for it."

"Should take it as a compliment. At my age there is not much I haven't tasted. Your blood ranks up there at the top."

"Okay thanks." I am creeped out. He just gives me that sinister grin. "I'm going to go now." Backing away. He nods his acknowledgement. When I reach the street I turn back. "At your age huh? How old are you exactly?" He comes to my side and motions for me to walk.

"Over two thousand." My jaw drops. My mind tries to think of what was going on in the world then. "I was a Praetorian guard during the time of Tiberius."

"Really?" I am actually curious now.

"You really are a unique individual."

"You want to join me for a drink?"

"Not tonight. Vivian needs to tell you about herself first. If I start my tale you will only wonder how I have come to protect her."

"You're her protector? Did she ask you to watch over me?"

"See I have already said too much. One day I will regale you with tales of ancient history. For now, have a good night." With that he is gone. I look up to see he walked me to the bar. I stand there stunned by the events that just transpired. No one would believe me if I tried to talk of werewolves and two thousand year old vampires. The best medicine for this is whiskey and lots of it. The last thing I remember that night is sitting at the bar ranting about things that go bump in the night. 



The next night I sit on the same stool beside Jerry. 

"So you going to rant about werewolves and vampires tonight?" Jerry jokes.

"Sorry about last night. I can't believe Russ had to come to my rescue. I can't remember the last time I was that wasted."

"You were pretty adamant about supernatural beings."

"I don't know what I was thinking." 

Honestly you and I both know what I was thinking. I have been fucking a vampire and got attacked by a werewolf. Ever since I let Darius suck my blood I have felt....uneasy. Not so much uneasy as horny. I awoke this morning not hung-over but turned on. I pushed all sexual thoughts aside as I worked. It is creepy to be working on a guy and thinking about sex. So now I am sitting beside Jerry at the bar and my only thought is getting laid tonight. A look around the bar proves that to be a worthless endeavor. Then Candy pops into my head. I wave Chad over and ask him if a jacket was left the other night. When he tells me about the one that was turned in I find my cover.

"You're just jealous. I'm going to get laid tonight." I admit arrogantly.

"I bet you a hundred bucks you can't get any."

"You want to make it interesting?"

"What do you have in mind?"

"I bet you five hundred bucks I can get laid everyday this week."

"You're on. This will be some easy money."

"Well I'll give you a heads up. Starting Monday I'm two for two."

"Really?"

"If you count the two girls at once I'm three for two." Answering smugly. "It's about to be four for three." 

Flipping open my phone and calling Candy. I get her voicemail. I leave her a message about her lost coat and suggest she calls me. He gives me a hard time for the next hour. Suggesting that she won't call. I am starting to lose hope. When my phone does ring my last thought is her.

"Yeah?" I answer without looking.

"Connor?"

"Who's this?"

"Candy."

"Oh hey! I called about your coat."

"I know I got your voicemail" Once I describe the jacket she affirms it is hers. "Why don't you bring it by?"

"Okay." After giving me her address we hang up. "Looks like three for three." Grinning at Jerry. I grab Candy's coat and walk out. 



"That's not my coat." She says when she opens the door. My jaw nearly hits the floor, taking in her attire. All she has on is a blue silk, spaghetti strap night gown. Barely hangs below her ass.

"Wow!" I whisper staring at her in the doorway.

"Like what you see?" She teases. When I nod stupidly she pulls me inside shutting the door behind. "Do you need me to play hard to get or can we just get down to business?"

"What?" I am somewhat shocked.

"This is a booty call right?" I shrug. "If I miss understood, thanks for bringing my coat back." I stand there stupidly. "That's what I thought. Let's go to my bedroom." 

Once in her room our clothing is gone quickly. She shoves me on the bed and climbs on top. Straddling my face she starts working on my manhood. It takes me about two seconds to get down to business. Running my tongue over her sex and sucking on her pussy lips before opening her up. I take my time tasting her. Teasing her clit then moving back to push inside her center. Over and over again I take her to the edge. Backing off right before she can explode. My jaw is staring to get tired and her thighs are shaking against my cheeks.

"Please..." I hear her beg. She had already given up trying to suck me off. I moan into her cunt and give her what she begs for. She almost suffocates me as she thrashes on my face. After she peaks I don't let up until she falls beside me on the bed, panting.

"Mmmm. I have missed pussy." Reaching out to stroke her sex. She shudders and pushes my hand away. Gripping my rod she resumes her ministrations. 

"That is not what I want." Pulling her off.

Quickly I am on my knees, pushing her down in front of me. My cock in one hand and holding her open with the other I slam in hard. She screams as I hit rock bottom. After the intense orgasm she is tight. I tangle my hand in her hair as I fuck her seriously. I am tired of not getting what I need. I am going to take it from this pliant body before me. Left hand on her hip, right hand in her hair I attempt to ruin her pussy. Pressing her face into the bed I am battering her cunt. Surprisingly she is screaming out another orgasm. 

"You are an animal." She says as I sit back on my heels. Turning over to lay on her back her eyes practically pop out of her head. "You're still hard." She says in shock. Climbing over her body I start to push back in. 

"You have no idea." I grin arrogantly as I begin to pound her. She clings to me as I work her roughly. During all this I feel like something is missing. 

"Bite me." It suddenly escapes my mouth. Her mouth locks onto my nipple. "No." I kiss her and move down her neck. "Here." Gently biting her neck right at the artery. 

"Here?" She asks as she runs her tongue over the right spot.

"Yes!" I hiss. I am still working her aggressively as she bites my throat. "Harder!" I cry out. That is when her teeth clamp down hard. The pain is wonderful, causing me to explode into her. I hold her head to my throat as I ride out my finish. Finally collapsing on her.

"That was intense." She breathes.

"Yeah." I sigh, rolling over onto my back.

"So you have a thing for vampires?" She teases, running her fingers over my throat.

"Something like that." I answer, just now realizing the extent of my relationship with Vivian.



Connor Thomas Ch. 08



I would like to let you know there is no sex in this chapter. Also I do not have an editor so please forgive any mistakes. I try to read and reread but shit happens. Please vote and comment on how you think the story is unfolding.

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The alarm goes off way to early the next morning. I groan as she turns it off.

"Bathroom?" 

"Out the door to the left." She answers still laying in bed. A few minutes later I return to find her sitting on the side of the bed.

"I scared your roommate." Grinning.

"I should have told you to put on clothes." Watching me walk into the room.

"What are you thinking about?" Seeing thoughts run across her face.

"All that ink on your skin."

"You don't like tattoos?"

"I have not had the chance to admire yours." Beckoning with her hand. "Come, Let me drink in the beauty of your body." I walk over to her at the edge of the bed. Waiting for her to touch me. At first she just looks at my naked form from head to toe. Her eyes seem to memorize every inch of me.

"What do they mean?" Running her hands across my chest. One hand on each crest that adorns my chest. They are around four inches in size. Just below my collar bone on the left and right of my chest.

"This one...." Placing my hand over hers on the left. "Means Destiny of the Wolf." It is a Coat of Arms or family crest. A blue background with a black wolf figure in the middle.

"Is that what the script says?"

"Mac Tire Cinniuint. Gaelic meaning Wolf Destiny." I state. "Blue means strength and loyalty. Black stands for consistency and grief."

"And this?" Running her fingers over the other crest on the right.

"Semper Cruor." A purple human heart with two parallel swords piercing it diagonally from top left to bottom right . "It is Latin means Forever Blood."

"Why these two?" Fingers tracing the lines of them. I shrug.

"I was researching Crests for a customer and came across these two. I found myself doodling this absently." Running my own finger over the weird looking wolf on the left. 

"So it spoke to you?"

"I guess, in a way." Shrugging.

"The scorpion is for your astrological sign, right?"

"Yeah." Smiling as she runs her hand down my right arm.

"This?" As her hand traces lines in the free form patter done in orange, yellow and pinks on my left arm. Covers completely from wrist to elbow, bleeding into the world of my Warrior Goddess.

"You ever heard of Carlos Chance?" She blushes. "What?"

"I have to admit I googled you." Hand resting on my left forearm.

"Really?" She nods. "I'm flattered."

"A lot of people were talking you up the other night so I was just checking out the facts."

"You find my website?"

"Some great works on there." She says nodding. "Also I sent a friend invite to your facebook."

"I'll be sure to add you next time I'm up."

"Have you checked in lately?"

"On facebook? Haven't had the chance. Janet manages the main site for me."

"You have a lot of friends and many of them from the party left lewd comments." Blushing again.

"My friends, lewd?" I feign shock. "Don't worry about it. Mostly just jealousy." She smiles up at me. I slide my hand into her hair and lean down to kiss her. Soft, sweet. I try to deepen it and she pushes me back. 

"I haven't finished. I want to see the real thing not imagines on the computer."

"Look away." Doing a body builder pose.

"Get over here." She laughs, holding her hand out. I let her drag me back to the bed. " Is this one new?" Going back to where she left off, my left bicep. 

"Not too new. Jer did some touch up the other day. Adding some background to my Goddess."

"Oh." She half heartedly says as her eyes travel my body again. "I can't believe I am sleeping with a guy who has this tattooed on his groin." Clearly teasing.

"Hold on this will be a bumpy ride was to long." Grinning devilishly. She shakes her head as her fingers trace the words 'Welcome Aboard' I have permanently placed above my cock. I suddenly grab her wrist. "Watch the hands unless you want to be my breakfast."

"Oh really?" In a teasing matter. Hand beginning to stroke me. "Maybe I should have you for breakfast." Licking her lips.

"Be my guest." Trying to stifle a moan as she works me up to my full potential.

"Not yet. I haven't seen the masterpiece." Abruptly stopping with her hands. "Turn around." The tool that I am, I do as she says. Quietly she studies my full back tat. "Who did it?" She asks after some time.

"Jerry. You met him at the party. Gray hair, beard. Potbellied biker look."

"Vaguely." Her hands are tracing things along my back. I shudder when her finger stroke the wolf, almost like petting. My deflated solider begins to come to attention once more. "The detail is amazing." Lightly touching along the base, near my spine, where the pic ends. "You designed this?"

"Yeah, a long time ago. It was the first piece I wanted to get."

"So this..." Running her flat palms over my back, up to my shoulders. "...was your first tattoo?"

"No. This." Holding my left arm back toward her. She takes it. Laying her warm lips against it.

"Tell me about it." I turn to face her and watch as she licks across the shitty tattoo. 

"Ugly isn't it?"

"It's part of you, it can't be ugly." That gets a smile from me.

"I put it on myself when I was fourteen or fifteen. Infected." I say reflectively. "That's what me and the guys were called in high school. I was a jock. Ran track. Actually took home the state championship my junior year but was still labeled as different. I always was growing up but that comes from the moving around. Never mind though." I am not seeing her but some lost days as I talk. "I have been drawing, long as I can remember. Then I met Russ and he kept talking about wanting to get tattooed and how I would design them all. So we made a needle. I did all four guys. Made them sit like it would look to me when I did my own. Russ went first. Got the worse of us all. Jackson's looks a little weird because he was only like thirteen. When he grew it became a little distorted. Then I did my own and this was the result."

"Must have been hard." Rubbing her cheek on my hand.

"I guess. Did a bunch of coke. Stayed up all night with Russ and Bear." I know I'm smiling. "Good times." Blinking, I look down to her. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I told you all that."

"You felt comfortable."

"I guess." Pulling my hand back, a little unnerved at how easily I told her. 

"No. Don't pull away."

"I should get going." Gathering clothing and putting it on as I find it.

"Are you working today?"

"I'm doing some work for an old friend. You could say fixing my mistakes. Then I'll probably fuck off at the bike shop." 

"I get out of class around five. If you're available, I could make dinner." She sashays over to me. Pressing her body against mine as she slides her arms around my neck.

"Possibly." 

"I would love for you to give me a ride." Brushing her lips across mine before licking them.

"I think I'll be free."

"Think?" Teasing before kissing my lips, my mouth immediately opening to meet her tongue. My hand moves down to grip her naked ass as the kiss heats up.

"Maybe I should stay for breakfast." Pulling back breathlessly.

"Save it for later stallion. I haven't be so thoroughly fucked in a long time."

"Pick you up around five?" Grinning arrogantly.

"Newport Hall."

"I know where it is. Want me to bring the bike?"

"That's why I really want you to pick me up." Smiling deviously. I kiss her quickly and slap her ass.

"Five." I say as I walk out.

A few hours later, after a lengthy shower and enormous breakfast I walk into the shop. Janet and Jerry are sitting at the counter drinking coffee.

"Wow lover boy, big night?" Janet teases.

"Guess I don't need to ask for proof." Laughing with Janet. I almost blush when I realize they are talking about the monster bite mark on my neck. Nothing I had would cover it. Wonder why when Vivian does it there is no mark?

"You are going to lose old man. Three for three and I have another date planned tonight."

"Is this bet going to rest on your word?"

"Well you obviously see I am not lying about last night and know about Monday. As for the blow job I got Tuesday in the room, yeah take my word for it. She knew the noises a man wants to hear as a chick polishes his knob."

"Is that how you talked about me?" 

"Uh. No." Clearly thrown off by Janet. " I never told anyone about you."

"Yeah right. Like you didn't tell your friends about the ass you were getting for three months."

"I might have mentioned something like how hot it was she had her clit pierced."

"You do?" Shocked, Jerry looks to her for conformation.

"Yeah well, I told my girlfriends you have a big cock."

"Really? How big? Like monster huge, women want to run when the see it or like average porn star huge?"

"What is wrong with you?" Janet and I are looking at him in shock.

"You two are the ones airing your dirty laundry." 

"What's that?" Mack asks walking in from the back. "What are you doing here? I didn't see you on the schedule." Looking at me.

"Old friend is in town. Wants me to hook her up."

"Kid you are going to burn out before you hit thirty. Can't work seven days a week forever."

"Why not?" Honestly. I very rarely feel worn out. "I do plenty of extra curricular activities."

"I can tell." Shaking his head, dismissing me he turns to talk with Janet about business shit. 

I wander back to my room, getting things ready. I want to be all set when Katie arrives. I feel nervous, excited, anxious. I'm not even sure. It has been so long since I felt such feeling. We were everything to each other. When she commented on my career the other night I asked if she had the tat I did in high school fixed. She hadn't. I offered to fix it up for free. I mean who wants their exboyfriend's initials, crappy ones at that, on their ankle for life. Hers are still on my ankle. Just like the wrist tat. I wouldn't change a thing. I remember the night I did hers and then showed her how to use the needle on me. We made love on the floor afterward, the Miles' asleep in the next room. Thought we had found our future, our heart in one another. Seeing her brought it all back. How much I loved her then. Shit, how much I still love her now. I have tried but honestly never achieved the same level we had back them. Even after the Miles' accident she didn't give up. Tried hard to keep my head above water. What did I do for her but pull away. Shut down myself, my feelings. I know the last few months were cold. We were just going through the motions until she left. Left me forever.

Not forever because she is back. Walking right into my room. All beauty and class like back in school. 

"Lost in thought?" Smiling at me.

"Thoughts of you." I blurt out.

"What?"

"Nothing." Shaking my head. "Good to see you again." Going over to give her an lingering hug.

"Yeah I was really surprised when I ran into Bryce. He told me about your party."

"I'm glad you came, even though we didn't have much time to catch up."

"Now we do. Unless you have more appointments today."

"I'm all yours until four thirty. I kinda have a date." Not meeting her eyes.

"I'm married Connor. You're a single man. It's natural."

"So why don't you let me see the tattoo." Patting the chair. She sighs accepting my unwillingness to talk about relationships at the moment. I sit on my stool before her as she removes her shoe. I take her right foot in my hand and just stare for a moment, caressing her foot. After a moment she clears her throat. I blush as I slide her pant leg up and place her leg across my lap.

"It still looks pretty good huh?" My finger tracing the red heart the surrounds my initials. 

"Drake hates it." She smiles at me.

"Any idea what you want to cover it with?"

"I want to see yours." I move her foot, stand up placing my foot on the stool, I pull up my right pant leg. "Not holding up as well." She laughs. Fingers touching her faded initials on the outside of my ankle.

"It was your first one. Looks good to me." Her hands continue up. Pushing my pant leg up around my knee. 

"I remember watching you get this." Hand running back down over my calf. I have the Social Distortion skeleton covering most of my leg from knee to ankle.

"My first professionally done one." There is a small smile on her lips as her hands come around to trace the words 'sick boy' on the other side, right above her name. "Took a long time to get the guys to quit calling me that." My mind wandering back to the day we were at the lake. Spent the day skinny dipping and making love. Social D blasting on my car stereo. That was our music. She loved every album they made. When the song came on she told me I was her Sick Boy. Faded jeans, leather jacket and some day I would have those tattoos up and down my arms. We would talk about our future.

"You okay?" She asks. Her hands resting on her thighs. I sink down onto the stool. Sliding my hands up her outer thighs.

"I didn't think it would be so hard." Laying my head in her lap. My mind reeling with all those tender, loving times between us. It was never about the sex. It was always about the emotion. She made me feel things I had never felt. Emotions I haven't felt since. I don't think I really try hard to reach that level again. The loss was so hard. We parted amicably but I was a wreck after she left. "I'm sorry." I say as she strokes my hair, just like the old days.

"For what?"

"Everything." Looking up at her.

"The years I spent with you were great. Through the good times and bad." I can see the moisture gathering in her eyes. I get up and wrap my arms her. Laying my head on her shoulder. She rest hers against mine.

"I guess I never dealt with my feeling for you." I feel her arms slide around me, squeezing me tight. "After you left I was a wreck. For the summer I stayed in my apartment getting drunk or doing coke. Fuck I wasted so much time. The guys finally forced me back into the world. Then all I did was fuck every girl that came on the me. I tried to erase you but I think all I really did was bury those feeling deep down." She sits back and wipes her eyes.

"God, I wanted to call you a million times after I left. I had the phone in my hand so many times. I eventually made new friends. It took me until sophomore year to think about dating. After the pure, innocent love we shared I figured it was a once in a lifetime thing. Then I met Drake and I decided that even if I had already had the great love of my life I can still love another."

Without thought I crush my mouth to hers. She stiffens momentarily before yielding to the kiss. Quickly dominating it. Sucking the love we have from each other. Our tongues dancing, caressing. Chasing each other back and forth between our mouths. My hand slides into her hair, holding her mouth to mine as I lay gentle kissing on her lips before going back to the deep heat of her mouth. Her taste takes me back. 

One of the most memorable was the first Christmas we were together. I had dinner and then spent the evening with her family. Sitting side by side on the couch I gave her my gift. I had waited until we were alone. Her parents in the kitchen fixing coffee and desert.

"Oh my god." She breathed when she opened the jewelry box. I had bought her a small diamond on a gold chain. "Thank you." flinging herself into my arms and pressing her lips to mine. 

"I love you." I said when she pulled back.

"What?" Blinking in shock.

"I know its only been a few months but I love you."

"Really?" Her face lighting up.

"How many more times do I have to say it." With a teasing grin. "I love you, I love you, I love you." She just stares at me. I know my face showed fear. My fear of rejection. I hid it well from others but it was still there. 

After a few minutes she said "wow."

"Not the response I expected but okay." Disappointment showing on my face.

"No Connor." Wiping a stray tear away. "I love you too." She smiled. A huge smile broke out on my face the moment before I pulled her against me. I kissed her hard and fierce trying to devour her from the mouth down. I heard the quiet protest from her father and her mother shushing him. Retreating voices as she said this was a big day for Katie.

Our kisses grow shorter until they finally stop. Resting my forehead against hers.

"Why didn't I give it all up and go with you to California?"

"I don't know."

"I was stupid."

"Yes you were." Smiling.

"I still love you."

"I'll always love you." 



Connor Thomas Ch. 09



Sorry if it is slow between chapters. My health and work have been taking it's toll. Hopefully this chapter will make up for the previous one being so short. Anyone who wishes to receive a notice when I post send me your email address. Thanx everyone for the votes and feedback.

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After the emotional breakdown, things go smoother. She tells me she doesn't want it covered, just made better. It doesn't take me long to think of an idea. I explain I will have to make the heart a fraction bigger to give it dimension. Then darken the initials and wrap barbed wire around it. I give her the option of a thorn piercing it and a drop of blood. She chooses no blood. I put on a Social D mix and get started. 

The talk comes much easier now. Certain songs reminding us of different things we shared. We steer clear of emotional and stick with amusing stories. We are laughing so hard at times I have to stop working. Then she tells me about her college years, meeting Drake near the end of sophomore year. Talks excitedly and endlessly about her little girl. Shows me a few pics she brought. The girl is as beautiful as her mother. Somewhat shyly she admits Drake is the only other man she has slept with. I am not to surprised, she was an all or nothing girl. Then she does shock me when she says she married him because she was pregnant. Not that she doesn't love him but she hadn't planned marriage before finishing school.

To change topics she asks me about the big hickey. I tell her about Candice. She remembers her from the party. Says when Drake first met me he was surprised that I was her ex. Guess he didn't expect the tattooed, dirty punk. Then after I left with two girls he was asking weird questions about me. She thinks he was jealous that in his terms 'a guy like me' could pick up two chicks. He never said anything but she knows him well enough. I admit it was my first threesome. Then she drops a big question. 

"How many women have you slept with?" I begin to sweat.

"Where'd that come from?"

"I'm just curious. I know you were with some girls before me so, how many after?"

"It was with four chicks before you...six years later, who knows how many after..." Trying to avoid an answer.

"Come on. I know you have some kind of count."

"I really don't know. I'm not the kind of guy who puts a notch in the bedpost."

"Wait you said four before we got together? You always told me three."

"Did I say four...ok three."

"Who was she?"

"You never asked who they were before?"

"You told me about losing your virginity to the neighbor. We're not in school anymore so humor me. Who were the others?"

"Jennifer McGafry and Michelle Parker."

"Oh my god. You and Michelle? She was the nerdiest girl in school."

"Yeah but she had a great rack." Grinning. Remembering Michelle letting me tit fuck her. Good times. 

"So the fourth....."

"You won't believe me."

"Try me."

After I get her to swear to complete confidence I tell her about having sex with Bryce and Jackson's mom, Sharron, when I was sixteen. Of course she doesn't believe me so I must elaborate. I tell her how the summer before Junior year I was sleeping on their couch one night. It was when I was still having nightmares and not sleeping well. She came home from a pathetic date. We talked on the couch for awhile. Then she asked if I took direction well. When I said yes she led me to her room and taught me several ways to please a woman. It was one of the most amazing experiences of my life. I swore to her I would never tell a soul. You know the minor thing and being my friend's mom and all. Until now I have kept that promise.

"Well us women should thank Ms. Powers for your skill." We laughed long and hard after that.

Then of course we get into the Kayla debacle. She knows because Bryce flaunted it on stage like I was a sideshow at the carnival. Now I will never know if my threesome was just a pity fuck. Who cares, I've been getting plenty of pussy since. Katie grills me until I tell her the whole story. Rebounding virgin, pathetic cheating tool. I do explain that it was a first for me, cheating on a girl, I have been the other man but never wandered. There was just something about Vivian. Then she makes me explain how I met Vivian and such. I tell her about everything only excluding the vampire thing. I know she wouldn't judge but I don't think Viv would appreciate it.

I'm finishing up her tat when 'King of Fools' comes over the sound system

"This should be my song now, not Sick Boy."

"You are so much more the Sick boy than you were in school."

"Yeah, the bikes and tats I know, but I am seriously the King of Fools with love."

"You appear to be doing okay with your recent breakup."

"Hardly. I have been trying to fuck her off my mind." Sound familiar? "I really did give her my heart and she used the parts she wanted and ignored the rest. I am the King of Fools."

"Well then you should put it on your skin with the rest."

"Are you crazy?" 

"No. I think it would look sexy right here." Running her hand over my jean clad right thigh. Just above my other Social D ink.

"You haven't even got the skeleton, you said you were going to get it right after you turned of age."

"I know but we had broken up and Social D was sort of our music. I couldn't even listen to it without crying for months." I remember her making me dance to all the slow songs. No matter where we were. Alone, in front of our friends, at the record store. Our friends would make so much fun of us. The girls all thought I was the most romantic man. I tell her as much. "So if I get one you'll get the other?"

"Who's going to do it, you?" She shrugs. I roll back and hit the intercom. "Janet." I keep repeating in a singsong voice until she responds.

"Yes?" So much hostility.

"Hey is Jerry available?"

"Think he is working on a sketch. Want me to get him?"

"Send him back here if you can. Also will you order some pork sandwiches from Halstead's?"

"You buying for everyone?" 

"Ballbuster"

"Womanizer."

"Love you too." Hitting the disconnect button. Katie lets out the laugh she was holding in.

"What?" Smiling. I slide back over to add the finishing touches.

"She knows you well."

"Yeah well you know. Janet has been here since I started."

"You fuck her?" She turns beet red. "I'm sorry I don't know why I asked at all or in that manner." This time I bust out laughing.

"You are so cute and yes."

With that Jerry comes in. I ask about his schedule. He's got one coming in shortly. When he questions me I tell him about the tat I was thinking of getting.

"Has to be now?"

"Yeah."

"Mario just got in. Nothing on his calendar."

"Mario is not allowed to touch my skin with his needle."

"Kid it's been what five years? Get over it."

"Get over what?" Katie asks curiously. Jerry just laughs.

"Let's say it involved a late night, lots of drugs and treachery."

"Treachery?" She sounds skeptical.

"Fine. They tricked me and now Mario's name is on my ass, forever." Katie bursts out laughing. I scowl at her and Jerry.

"Well if it is an immediate job, he's the only one. Mack left."

"Fuck." I look at Katie. "So you going to get the skeleton if I agree to let the fiend touch me?"

"Promise."

"Can you get him?" 

That is how the ban on Mario and his gun ended. We all had lunch in the main room after I finished Katie's first tattoo. Mario worked up a sketch for my thigh while I did Katie's second one. She wasn't sure where to get it. I stroked my thumb over her left hipbone, one of her erogenous zones, she shivered.

"I think here."

"Drake is going to be so mad."

"Does he know about this spot?" Undoing her pants.

"He is my husband."

"That was avoidance."

"Drake is good in bed but not always attentive." I lean down and brush my lips over the spot. She sighs.

"Most men think of the two main spots." Grinning at her. "Here." Brushing my fingers over her nipple. "And here" Sliding her pants and panties down together. 

"Don't even think about it." 

"I wasn't." Yes I was.

"Yes you were." Smiling down at me.

"Alright, you caught me but I do have to have them off to do the work." I pull my t-shirt off and hand it to her. "Cover yourself with this." I fold her pants and place them on the counter. Her panties go in my pocket.

"Excuse me." She feigns shock, looking at my pocket.

"Consider it my tip." Grinning mischievously. 

The only problem with letting Mario near me was that I wasn't wearing underwear and for him to do my thigh I had to strip. I couldn't help it, when have I had the time to do laundry? I've been home enough time to shower and find something to wear that doesn't smell. Maybe I should find a girlfriend that likes doing chores and shit for me. Finally I just bared all. I was embarrassed in the fact that last time I ended up with a dude's name where it shouldn't be. Which Katie insisted on seeing. Actually I like showing off my package to her again after seeing her nicely trimmed bush. She could not believe I put that tattoo on my groin or that I shaved the area. Mario is the one who asks way too many questions. I just tell I've found out women will do more to a smooth area. I covered my junk with my shirt too, just to feel comfortable. Couldn't last the whole time hanging loose.

At this point Katie has her smaller Social D skeleton on her hip and Mario just finished up the King of Fools tat. I must say it turned out really good. I never had doubt in his ability just his integrity. He had showed me a cool ass design while I was finishing up Katie's. After serious threats on his manhood and life he swore to put what he drew on my skin. Also I threatened to go fuck his ex-wife with my huge cock. I thought he was going to punch me after that but he just drove the needle in hard enough for me to wince. So after that me and Katie part ways much more pleasantly than last time. Emails exchanged and promises to keep in touch.

"Lucky son of a bitch" Jerry says after watching us hug and kiss on the lips. "Might as well give up the money now."

"You have a few more days...." I grin. "...to say goodbye to your money."

The Speed Demon always attracts attention. Girls always find the mysterious black rider alluring. Guys just find the motorcycle awesome. I'm in all black. Black jeans, boots and leather jacket. The black concealing helmet with the emerald green demon's head to match the bike. Designed by me and made by the guys and me at Mike's. A black crotch rocket with green demon from tank to tail. Mike gave it to me for my eighteenth birthday. Mainly I think the reason for it was the death of my adoptive parents. 

Outside Newport Hall I am talking with two guys about the motorcycle when I see her. Is it the day of the ex's or what. Kayla is with a group of her friends. She stops dead in her tracks when she sees me. Her friends follow her eyes. Scowls all around from them. With or without the helmet, which I have removed, Kayla would know it was me. She picked me up at an art supply store because of my motorcycle. Dollar signs probably flashed in her eyes. Now I think I see tears. To make it worse or better who knows, Candy comes bouncing up.

"Hey." She leans in to kiss my lips. "Hi boys." She turns to smile at them. I glance over to see Kayla storming off. Oh well what am I to do? We're over and I'm moving on. Technically just fucking my feelings deep down. I'm used to burying the hurt. Twenty something years of disappointment. The rest is second nature. I pull my wallet out of my jacket pocket and hand the two guys my card.

"Give me a call. I can hook you up. Bikes or tats." They take them with thanks and slowly step back so they can enjoy the new view. Candy's ass.

"This is sexy" Sliding her hand along my bike. It almost matches the green demon climbing my left leg. I grab the extra helmet and hand it to her. "Business cards and matching helmets. You sure know how to turn a girl on." She is serious. Leaning in to slide her tongue in my mouth and tugging down the zipper her hand slips inside my jacket. Stroking my naked chest beneath the wife beater. "Let's get back to my place. I bought you a special dessert." Sounds like a purr. With that she pulls on her helmet and climbs behind me. Her arms come around me as I pull my own on. I love the feel of a woman pressed behind me as we ride. So I'm already turned on by the time we get to her place.

Back there, she tells me her roommate is staying with her boyfriend. They are good with sharing when one has a date. We just bullshit as she fixes dinner. I down a few beers she picked up. It is amazing how much we have in common. It is like all the things that drove Kayla nuts turns her on or maybe I'm just trying to find it that way. We share a great dinner of salad, pasta and hard bread. She tells me what it is but I could care less. I am like a garbage disposal sometimes. When you have an endless appetite you will eat almost anything. I'm not saying it like her food is disgusting because it is really good. I don't get home cooked often. When I tell her that she says she'll have to fix that. I am working on another beer while she clears the table.

"Ready for dessert?" She smiles. 

"You bet." Sitting at the table I watch as she strips away every piece of clothing. I am already drooling when she pulls out the chocolate syrup. "So you are my dessert?" Getting hard already. 

"I thought you would like this treat." Moving over to me, she straddles my lap. Popping the top and letting a bit drop on her tongue. I quickly mingle my tongue with hers. Hands gripping her hips to pull her down on my hardening shaft. I moan when she grinds down on it. I slide my hands down under her ass, lifting her easily onto the table. I kiss her soundly before taking the chocolate syrup.

Gently pushing on her shoulders I urge her to lay back. My hands slide down to her stomach as she does. I love having her laid bare before me. My hands around her waist, thumbs stroking her sides, I drink my fill. She smiles patiently. Thinking about what Katie said earlier and men not being attentive, I decide every inch of her will get it tonight. 

I take the syrup and run a thin line down between her tits to her belly button. Then start at the bottom of the line. My tongue swirling the chocolate around her belly button before following the path up her skin. I get a nice moan as I reach the top. My tongue continues up her neck to her ear.

"I'm going to eat you alive." I growl in her ear before flicking the lobe. My hand is running the bottle of syrup over her lips. Her tongue flicks out to taste it. Pulling it away I replace it with my mouth. Kissing her slow, tracing her lips before delving inside. She sucks at the chocolate on my tongue. Her legs are around my waist, grinding into my jean restrained cock.

I pull back, fingertips running down her arms, she shivers. I place a drop of syrup on one nipple then the other. My right hand kneads it into her skins as my mouth enjoys the other. Trying to get as much of her breast into my mouth as possible. She is writhing and arching up to welcome me. I pour some chocolate onto my right fingers. Tracing her lips, applying slight pressure for her to open up. When she does I slide two finger inside. We both moan as I fuck her mouth with them. She is sucking them as she would my cock. Meanwhile I return my attention to the other breast, devouring it. My hips starting to push against her naked pussy.

I move back completely. She whimpers but I just grin devilishly. Stripping off my chocolate covered tank top and tossing it aside, I decide it's time for my real dessert. I run my hands up her thighs, massaging them gently as I part them. 

"Oh god." I groan as I reveal her glistening sex to me. Syrup in hand I slide the chair forward and sit before her open cunt. She sits up on her elbows to look down at me. I drip little dots off syrup along her thighs, in the crease of her leg and then on her pussy. It's doesn't take long for her to fall back as I take my time licking and sucking them off. Finally I zero in on her delicious pussy. I forgo the syrup, she tastes good enough without. 

I run my fingers up between her slit, opening it wide. Then lean in to flick her hard bud. She is squirming all over the table. Trying to press herself to my mouth. I let out a chuckle as I hold her still with one hand. My tongue takes a swipe up her juicy lips. So wet for me. What could be a better compliment for a man. To see the wetness oozing out and knowing he caused it. 

"Oh god...oh Connor....please" She bucks into my face.

I decide to quit the teasing. I think she has had a good build up. I get right down to business, sucking her whole pussy before licking in between the lips. Opening her back up I tongue fuck her hole before moving up to concentrate on her clit. Her hands come down to tear at my hair, pulling my face against her as she pushes forward and cums all over my face. Screaming out my name as she practically rips my hair out. 

She falls back on the table as I push the chair back. I am nowhere near finished with her. I'm up and my pants are around my ankles quickly. She looks down at me with glazed eyes as I rub my hard tip up her slit. She convulses and moans wildly. With that I slowly begin my descent. We both moan as I push every inch into her, grinding against her when I hit bottom. I slide my hands up her body as I withdraw just a slow. Reaching her tits as I am almost out. Gripping both breasts I begin to slide back in. I love the way my hands cover her tits completely. I squeeze hard as I bottom out again and grind against her clit.

"You're killing me." She moans. I smile and continue the agonizing pace. Hands now on her hips I go almost out then back in painstaking slow. Grinding when our pelvises meet. She tries to speed me up but my grip is like iron and I keep it at my speed. I am enjoying the view as she writhes on the table. The battle of emotions flitting across her face. I can feel she is close. Closing my eyes I lean my head back and with the next descent I push every possible inch inside. Our hips grinding together as I slide my hand under her ass lifting, my cock goes deeper then ever. With that she climaxes again. Her hands clawing at the table as she convulses. 

"Wow." I brace myself against the table, hands at her sides.

"You have talent." Smiling as she tries to regain composure.

"Wanted to make it good."

"Good, that was amazing." I move back and let my cock slip free. "Holy shit. You are still hard. Do you take Viagra or something?"

"This is all natural baby." Smiling at her.

"We are a mess." Giggling at the chocolate covering us both at this point. "How about a shower?"

"Sounds like fun." I slap her ass as she leads the way.

Could this shower get any better? I can think of a few ways. Right now she is lazily washing me. Might be payback for the kitchen. My hands try to wash her but she makes sure to keep distracting me. Just watching the chocolate and suds run down her body has me achingly hard. Add in her fingers tracing here, pinching there. Finally I am at my limit.

"We already did the slow and sinuous." I spin her around and push her against the wall. Her face pressed against the warm tile, I press my hard tip against her ass, letting it slide between her thighs. "I'm going to fuck you, hard." I growl the last part into her ear.

"Yes." It comes out almost a whisper. 

I slide a hand down her backside, then slap her ass hard. She yelps and squirms between me and the wall. My whole body pressing against her as I pull her leg up on the edge of the tub. She is open wide to me, with that I line up and aim true. Losing her breath as I go deep. Sucking air into her lungs as I pull out. Pressing her harder into the wall I begin to jackhammer into her tight core. The position might be uncomfortable but it feels wonderful to me. I grab a fist full of her hair and jerk her head back.




Connor Thomas Ch. 09



"You love it." I say, not really a question.

"Yes." She moans.

"This is my pussy." Slamming in harder.

"Oh..." She screams.

"Tell me to ruin my pussy."

"Fuck Connor. Oh...fuck me...fuck your pussy." She screams as I pound her into the wall hard as I can. What happens next is sort of a blur. I jerk her head to the side and bite down hard where the neck and shoulder meet, growling "mine." I remember her screaming and cumming on my erupting cock. Feeling the small spasms of her sex as I licked her throat. 

"I'm sorry." I rasped out coming to my senses. My full weight pressing her into the shower wall. Feels like her whole body ripples beneath me.

"Don't be. That was fan-fucking-tastic." She laughs. 

What a wonderful dream I am having. I awake to see it is true. Candice has her mouth wrapped around my cock. Sleepily I look down to see her bobbing up and down my length. She smiles and sucks every inch down her throat, my hips arching off the bed. She pulls off and straddles me.

"You had your way with me last night. Now it is my turn." She grins deviously as she sinks down on my meat. "You have such a nice cock." She breathes as she takes it all. "Fills me perfectly."

"Fuck yeah." I slowly moan as her soft interior grips me. Is this the best way to wake up or what. With that she begins to bounce up and down on my shaft lazily. I love watching her small tits bounce with each thrust. I close my eyes, head falling back as I push up to meet her coming down. Suddenly she grabs me by the hair, jerking hard.

"Watch me." She demands. "I am going to make you lose that control you've so seriously maintained." Smiling as she swirls her hips and sinks down again. She takes her time sliding up, then down my length. Her tight heat engulfing every inch. Up slow, down fast. Her name escapes my lips several times. Every time I begin to close my eyes she pulls my hair harder. I am so loving this dominant side of her. Wet slapping of flesh on flesh fills the room. The scent of sex drives me wild. My control hangs by a tread. She senses it and squeezes me tight with her inner muscles. My hands are on her hips driving up into her as she slides down. This time she jerks my head aside and bites down hard. I hear her growl against my throat as I unload into her spasming pussy.  

Afterward she collapses onto my chest, both of us breathing hard.

"Wow." I sigh.

"That's all, just wow?" She laughs, running her fingers through my chest hair.

"You have fucked any other thoughts from my mind." She laughs again.

"You are a magnificent lover."

"Me? You are outstanding." My hand absently stroking along her back. "If you were single, I would be all over you."

"You already are."

"You know what I mean. Your fiancé is a lucky man. I can't believe he agrees to share you." 

"He has no choice. If he wants to fuck others so will I. Honestly you are the only male I have fucked." Shifting, she looks up at me.

"Really?" Surprised.

"Don't say it like I'm some type of whore." Moving off of me.

"I didn't mean it like that but what am I supposed to think after the way we met." She pulls her knees up and wraps her arms around them in a defensive manner. "Come on baby." Pulling her into my arms.

"Lucy and I have been seeing each other for a few weeks. As far as men you really are the first."

"Ever?"

"Well no but since I came back this semester, actually I'd say the only other this year, besides Glen. That's my fiancé, I spent the summer at home with him and the rest of my family. As far as other partners, I like to experiment with women. That type of behavior is sort of frowned upon at home. Sex is for procreation not fun."

"I'm sorry babe. I didn't mean to make you feel cheap. I thoroughly enjoy what we're doing and I mean it when I say if you weren't engaged I would want to be exclusive." I turn her face up to mine and lay a soft kiss on her lips. "What I wouldn't give to spend all day in bed making love to you."

"Making love." She smiles. "I like that. I like the way is sounds coming from your lips."

"I mean it. You are something special."

"That's how I feel about you, the main reason Lucy and I picked you up."

"What was the other reason?" I joke.

"Lucy was really attracted to you and had never had a threesome." Looking down, blushing.

"Oh so you didn't think I was attractive." I tease. "You can't blush now, not after all we've done or what else I plan to do to you."

"If I didn't have an early class I would be happy to receive a demonstration." I lean down and kiss her slow and seductively.

"I will show you anytime you want." 

I wait around and give her a ride to her class. I pull my helmet off and she comes into my arms. The kiss is long and passionate. 

"Call me?"

"You bet. Next time I'm taking you to dinner." I answer, pulling her back in for another intense kiss.

"You have people staring." She smiles.

I just press my mouth to hers again. Her arms locked around my neck, fingers running through my hair. My hand massaging her ass while my mouth devours hers, unwilling to let her go. Eventually she fights me off, laughing she walks away. Watching that sweet ass walk away, I am honestly thinking about blowing Reese off and taking Candice out to dinner. I let out a long sigh and pull my helmet on. No, Candy probably needs sometime away from me. After all this is nothing serious, just a fling.

I have been on cloud nine all day. I'm not sure if it was the amazing wake up sex, last nights adventure or the whole week long excursion. I spent the morning doing laundry and cleaning the whole apartment. Then skipped off to work. Well I didn't really skip but that is the type of mood I am in. Every client went smooth as could be. I made great time and actually think I might have set a record on how fast I finished the last one. Probably because I can't wait to get out of here. I have thought about Reese and her luscious ass for the last half the day. 

I'm the first one finished tonight. Mario is still working. Jerry had the night off but I made sure to call him earlier and rub it in his face that I got seriously fucked this morning. Can you believe her swore and then hung up on me. Maybe I shouldn't have called him at eight a.m. but that's what friends are for right. Janet is perched on her stool fiddling with the internet. We are closed and she long ago cleaned up. I know she'll be glad when we get a new apprentice so they can do all the bullshit work. Me, I've gotten used to doing all my prep and clean up. 

"Looks like you're going to lose that bet." She says not turning to look at me.

"You think so?" 

"It is already midnight or did you two lay down certain guidelines on what time frame a day is?" Spinning on her stool to look at me.

"No we didn't." I walk over to her. "And since I got some wonderful wake up sex, I'm good for today."

"Did you tell Jerry?"

"I was sure to call and rub it in his face this morning."

"Figures." She laughs.

"What's that?" I ask getting so close her knees brush my legs.

"Bet you have a date tonight."

"Yeah. Didn't you see where I put it on my schedule just so Jerry would see it." She laughs. I nudge her legs apart and slide myself in between them. My hands resting on her knees. "After all the years..." I lean down and blow a line from between her breasts, up her neck to her ear. "...did you forget I have an insatiable appetite?" Whispering in her ear.

"Hardly." Squirming a little against me, causing my bulge to rub against her. She stifles a moan.

"You remember the night I sat you right here on the counter.." Running my tongue along the shell of her ear. "...completely naked..." Using the most seductive voice I have. My hands sliding up her thighs, pulling her into my growing bulge. "....where anyone walking by could see and ate you until you begged me to stop." Sucking on her ear.

"How could I forget." She chokes out.

"What's going on here?" Mack sounds pissed. We both jump at the sound of his voice. I quickly move away from Janet. We both stare at him stupidly, guilt all over our faces. "Well?" He demands.

"Connor was trying to seduce me, daddy." Girls always know how to play the sympathy card with their fathers.

"With that thing growing on you neck, seems like you don't have a problem finding girls to accommodate you." He is really mad.

"No harm in trying." 

"You forget what I told you when I hired you? Keep your hands off my daughter." 

"Guess I'll just have to settle for fantasizing about her as I jerk off." I don't know when to quit. That is when Mack's fist connects with my face. I stumble back into the counter, shocked. 

"He's just joking dad." Janet jumps up to get between us.

"If that's just for the thoughts. It's a good thing you never found out I have already fucked her." I know you're thinking I am stupid but he has pissed me off. His hand is a blur as I connects with my face again. My knees wobble and I almost fall, catching my weight on the counter. 

"Stop it daddy." Janet is trying to push him away from me.

"Is it true?" He asks through clenched teeth.

"We're all adults here. Are you going to punish him for something that happened years ago?" Murder is in his eyes and he is about to come at me again when the doorbell chimes. We all freeze.

"Am I interrupting something?" Reese asks. I turn toward her and she gasps. Guess you can already tell I was punched in the face.

"Get the fuck out of my sight." Mack spits at me.

"Daddy" Janet tries to calm him.

"Go home. I'll lock up. I can't look at you right now." I turn back to see Janet trying to hold back tears. Mack just turns and walks back toward his office. I move to comfort Janet. She steps back.

"Just go Connor." She turns and starts gathering her things.

"I'm sorry. I don't...." She holds up a hand to stop me. 

"Goodnight Connor." Pulling on her coat she moves past me toward the rear exit. I stand there completely shocked at what just happened. I jump when Reese touches my arm.

"Is everything okay?"

"Does it look okay?" I close my eyes and take a deep breath. "I'm sorry." Putting a hand to her cheek. "I didn't me to say it like that. Just a disagreement, okay?"

"But your eye. He hit you." 

"I'll live, plus I have you to take care of me." I smile.

"You sure do." Leaning up on her tip toes to kiss me.

"Let me grab my coat and we'll get out of here." First I write Janet a quick note telling her to cancel all my appointments for tomorrow. At this moment I don't know if I have a job anymore. Then I grab my jacket and we head back to my place.

Reese insists that I sit down and that she will take care of me. A few minutes later she comes back with a baggy of ice, two beers and almost naked. My jaw hits the floor as I take in the lingerie. Skimpy red lace bra that I can see her nipples through. Matching thong panties, thigh high hose and heels is all she has on. Taking a long pull on her beer she sits it on the table and straddles my lap. Handing me the other beer before gently placing the ice against my left eye. I wince as it touches my face. I didn't realize how hard Mack hit me. Bet I will have a nice shiner tomorrow. 

Quickly my thoughts move to something else as Reese wiggles in my lap. Looking down at her small lace cover breasts I take a very long pull on my beer. She takes the beer from me and leans back to place it on the table. My eyes follow down her body as she stretches backward. Her breasts arching forward, muscles in her belly pulled tight. 

"God." I groan. She turns back with a wicked grin.

"Want to talk about it sweetie?" She asks.

"No." Moving my hips beneath her, trying to adjust the growing hardness. 

"I'm sure I can help you forget all about it." Removing the ice and setting it aside, she leans in to lightly kiss my cheek, making her way along my jaw until she reaches my chin. She runs her tongue up to my lips, across my bottom lip before softly kissing them.

"Mmmm." She purrs pressing harder, urging me to open up. Gladly I do and meet her tongue as it slips in. The kiss is slow and sweet. Taking our time exploring each other. Her hands on my shoulders, massaging down my arms. She sits back. "That was nice. I've been thinking about that since the day we met."

"Really?" Surprised.

"Mmmm Hmmm." Wriggling in my lap. "I think you are over dressed mister." She smiles.

"Well nurse. Do you have a remedy for that?" She giggles and slides her hand down my chest, finding the hem of my shirt, she pulls it up and over my head.

"That's a little better." Her hands coming back down to run along my chest, nails gently scraping down. Sliding back up through my chest hair, her flat palms move over my nipple rings. "I've never been with a guy that has his nipples pierced." She circles them experimentally. 

"That feels good." Pushing my hips up a little so she can feel how hard she has made me.

"Do I need to be gentle?" She asks, licking her lips. I shake my head no. That's when she grabs them both and pulls hard.

"God yes." I moan loudly. My head falling back, eyes closed as her tongue touches one. Circling it with her tongue before sucking it into her mouth. My hands are running up and down her back. Thumbs brushing the sides of her breasts as I move down to her ass. Moving her mouth to the other nipple she bites down hard. Moaning my hands grip her ass and pull her down against my excitement. Her tongue leaves a wet path up my chest and neck as her mouth finds mine. This time the kiss is harder, more demanding. My hands are massaging her plump ass as we grind together, kissing deeply.

"You are still a little over dressed." She teases as we come up for air. With that she slides down to the floor between my legs. Her fingers working the button and zipper of my jeans. "Lift." She says as she grabs the waist band and pulls my jeans and underwear both down. Stopping at my ankles to pull off my shoes and socks before completely stripping me. Her hands slide back up my thighs. A big smile is on her face as they reach my large erection. Her small hands wrap around it and stroke me a few times before she climbs back into my lap. My cock trapped between us.

"I think you are the over dressed one now." Pulling her mouth to mine. Making my way down her neck, along her chest to her covered breasts. I lick one through the lace. Circling her nipple before biting down. My hands are around back working the clasp. Once free, I toss her bra behind me. Hands and mouth attacking her tits. Her hands in my hair as I devour them. Groaning happily. I love tits. Big, small I don't care. I could play with them for hours. Sucking, tracing, squeezing, biting. I can't get enough. She is writhing so much my cock has slipped down between her legs. Nothing but a bit of lace keeping our sex apart. I can feel her bare buttocks as she moves with purpose. 

"Oh Connor. I've been waiting so long to have you." She moans. I'm moaning as I try to fit her whole tit into my mouth. That's when Russell and a chick walk in on us.

"Dude." Russell says loudly. I stop and turn to look at him with glazed eyes. Reese tries covering her self with her arms and buries her face against my chest. For being so aggressive I never thought she would be shy.

"Hey man." I say languidly. "Hi." Looking over to the hot chick he brought home. 

"Hi." She says quickly, clearly embarrassed. 

"Don't you have a bedroom." Russ says motioning with his head.

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry man." I urge Reese to move, then remember I am completely naked. Don't want to freak his date out anymore that we already have. I lean over with Reese still in my lap to grab clothing from the floor. I hand her my shirt and try to work my feet into my pants. When Reese is covered she gets up and I quickly follow. Turning as I pull up my pants so his date will only get the ass shot, not the whole package. I don't want to put Russ to shame or anything. Not like I know how big his cock is but I'm pretty sure it doesn't contend with mine. 

Once in my room all our clothing is gone quickly. Except the hose and heels on Reese. There is just something so hot about fucking a woman in heels. I have her bent over my bed. One hand stroking her back as the other holds my hard cock. She is making all kinds of noises and wiggling around as I slide my hard tip up and down her slit. My hand slides back down to slap her ass hard. She just moans louder.

"You have such a great ass." I slap it again. Stroking my own cock as I press the tip against her asshole. "Do you like anal sex?" Slapping my cock against her ass crack. "Have you ever done it?"

"No." She answers shyly.

"No you don't like it or haven't done it?" Slapping her ass with my hand as I move my swollen head down to rub against her clit. 

"I have never done it."

"That's fine. There are plenty of other things to do." Slapping my cock into her clit. I move back up to place the tip at her opening. "You are so fucking wet." I groan.

"Oh God. I want you inside me Connor." She looks back over her shoulder to watch me.

"Mmmm." Licking my lips I slap her ass again. With that I begin to push it. "Holy fuck you are tight." Having to push harder to get inside.

"I've never been with someone so big." She says through clenched teeth.

"Are you okay?" As I slowly work more inside her. She shakes her head yes. "Let me know if you're uncomfortable. I'll stop."

"No. Don't stop. You feel so good stretching me wide. Filling my tight pussy." 

I get halfway in and pull back out a little. Fucking her slowly with half my length, she is moaning loudly. I don't know how long I can last inside her almost virginally tight pussy. I grab her hips with both my hands pull almost out and slam my entire cock inside. She screams probably in pain and surprise. I hold still, letting her adjust. He hands massaging her perfectly round ass. Slapping both cheeks before sliding a hand around to flick against her clit.

"You ok?" She shakes her head yes. It makes me smile that I have robbed her of speech. "You ready for the best fuck you'll ever get?" I know I am being overconfident but it's been so long since I felt this desired. 

"Yes." She groans. "Fuck me good Connor." I just love the way she says my name. Can't wait to hear her screaming it.

With that I pull out slowly and fuck her with a few inches before plunging deep. One hand on her shoulder I get into a hard fast rhythm. I know I should probably take it easy on her but she is pushing back just as hard. Fucking me as good as I am fucking her. Alternating between rubbing and slapping her ass, I work her good. I reach around to finger her clit. I almost loose it when she starts screaming my name and her walls clench tighter around my cock.

"Oh Connor...I'm cumming Connor...Oh fuck Connor.." It takes all my control not to blow my load as her hips buck wildly into mine. Her walls fluttering around me as she cums all over my cock.

I pull out and she collapses on the bed. I run my hands up over my face, pushing my hair back while wiping away the sweat.

"That was fucking amazing." She sighs rolling onto her back. I move over her, pulling her body farther up the bed. 

"Who says we're done?" I say arrogantly.

"You didn't cum?" Looking down at my hard shaft, glistening in her juices.

"Not yet." Taking her hand and placing it on me. "You want to make me cum?" I moan as she strokes me.

"Not yet?" She says quietly.

"Oh really?" My fingers sliding between her slit. "You me to inside you again?" I leaning down to lick drops of sweat off her chest. My mouth searching for and finding those tits. Nipples hard little pebbles. I flick one then the other. Biting down and sucking on her right one as my fingers push inside her slick hole. Her soft hand is still running up and down my length. 




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"Yes Connor. I want your huge meat inside me."

"I love the way my name sounds on your lips. Let's see how many more times I can fuck it out of you." 

With that I pull her hand off, pull her legs over my shoulders and slam in. We both moan loudly. Russ might be glad I vacated the living room but there is no way they can't hear us fucking. This time I start off slower. Almost lazily moving in and out. She is wetter and wider this time so I can move easily. It doesn't take long for me to begin pounding her. She is quite vocal, screaming my name and other obscenities. God I love it. I have her practically bent in half as I ram myself inside her hard. Pounding her relentlessly. 

"I'm going to make you cum."

"Yes Connor." She moans. I can feel that she is close again. Grinding into her I continue to hammer her once tight core.

"I'm going to make you cum so hard, then I am going to shove my cock down your throat."

"Oh god yes. I want to taste myself of your cock."

"I'm going to gag you as I explode down your throat." That's when she cums again. I grit my teeth refusing to go over with her. I want to do exactly what I just said. I slow my pace a bit, prolonging her orgasm. I move off of her slightly so she is not so awkwardly bent in half. Suddenly her eyes grow huge, looking at something over my shoulder.

"Don't let me interrupt." Vivian says.



Connor Thomas Ch. 10



I do again apologize for any grammatical mistakes or wrong words, I self edit and things do slip by me. Once again thanx for all the support.

The Reverendaholic

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Next thing I know Vivian is on the bed. Clothed chest pressed against my back. Her hands on my ass, pushing forward.

"Oh fuck." I can feel her hips moving forward with mine. Reese has no time to respond because I get right back into rhythm. Her legs still over my arms as Vivian and I fuck her. "Holy shit" Feeling Vivian's tongue running up my spine. Licking the sweat from my body. Reese is thrashing beneath me. I am finding it hard to concentrate. Almost two weeks without her. Waiting, pretending I didn't care. I am slamming into Reese's heat but thinking only of Vivian. I am barely aware of the moans, cries of my name beneath me. Vivian's hands come around to grab the hoops through my nipples. Pulling hard her mouth is moving up my neck.

"Do it, please." It comes out as a whisper. Her wet tongue sliding over the artery. "Please." I need to tattoo 'tool' on my forehead. I can't believe I am begging for it. 

My thumb is mauling Reese's clit as I assault her pussy. My body has taken on a life of it's own. Could Viv be controlling me? My thoughts flee as I feel her teeth on my skin.

"Yes." I hiss. With that they sink in. "FUCK YES!" I scream as I cum so hard my balls hurt. Still trusting as jet after jet of cum fills the body beneath me. 

Seems like hours later but must be minutes because we are still in the same position. Reese panting beneath me. My body leaning back against Vivian. I let Reese's legs drop down around my hips.

"What is this?" Vivian suddenly jerks my head to the other side. "When did you.." She stops suddenly. "Time for you to go home little girl." 

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Reese demands, wriggling out to sit up.

"Vivian, Reese. Reese, Vivian." Making a quick intro.

"The Vivian? You fucked around on Kayla with this Vivian."

"Yes."

"Get your shit and get out honey." Vivian snaps.

"Now I get it. You like being controlled." She snorts, climbing out of bed to find her clothes. "I must say Kayla was an idiot to let you get away. You are an animal in bed." Vivian actually growls at her. "I'm going. Call me Connor." She says backing out the door before Vivian can come after her.

"When did you fuck a wolf?" She demands.

"A wolf? I haven't fucked any animals." Turning to lay back on the bed. She leans in to smell my throat where the monster hickey is taking over.

"This smells of werewolf. Do you know they bite one another when they mate?"

"Well I basically initiated the biting. Which I partially blame on you since I wasn't going around biting women before."

"So this is what you have been doing while I was gone?" She is trying to hide a smile. "Go wash the stench of wolf and whore off. We need to talk."

"Watch how you talk to me. I'm not your puppet."

"You will do as I say, now."

"I'm a free man. I am not going to be under a bitch's thumb anymore. You come and go as you please. Yeah I've been out fucking women. I don't regret a minute of it. I'm sick of all the veiled comments. I'm important, blah blah blah. Then you disappear for weeks..." Stopping when I realize I sound like a whiny bitch.

"I know. I had to check with Desmond but now I know everything is in place. I am prepared to tell you the truth. Every possible part I know anyway but I can not do that when you stink of other bitches. So please go wash up. The quicker we get to the mansion, the quicker you learn the truth."

"Why does it have to be your place? Here is fine."

"The tale is going to be long and your place does not have the protection my home does from the daylight."

"So do you die at sunrise?"

"No I don't but how do I put it? Think of albino humans. They are easily affected by sunlight and their eyes are overly sensitive to the light as well. Immortals are similar. We burn easily and our sight is affected. That's why during daylight hours we usually stay inside a dark room. In the basement at the mansion I have a water and fire proof room. Dimly lit, it is where I spend my days. I have everything I need to work during daylight hours. Computers and such. You will see for yourself when we get there."

"So you're going to tell me everything about Immortals?"

"And werewolves."

"Alright but I'm taking the bike so I can leave whenever I want."

"Just scrub your neck good." Smiling again.

When we arrive, she takes me to the room she described. It is actually more like a small apartment. The first room is a living room slash office. She has a comfortable sitting area with a high tech entertainment center. The other half has a huge oak desk, tons of computer equipment. Everything is tidy, neat stacks of files and mail. Two enormous filing cabinet beside the desk. The next room is a bedroom with adjoining bathroom. A huge four poster bed, matching wooden dresser and a vanity. They all look antique. Vivian tells me the are very old. Arden bought her the set after her transition into an Immortal. 

While she gave me the quick tour Ronald brought down lots of foods and filled the small fridge with different drinks. He takes his leave and Vivian locks the door. I should say she barricaded it because of how many locks are on the steel reinforced door. We get comfortable on the couch and she explains about the food. Immortals do not eat solid foods. They can and do like liquids. Ronald brought the fruits, cheese, energy bars and such for me. She knows of my enormous appetite. Since I will be locked in with her until the following night she wanted me to have anything I wished.

The story begins with Loch Deirgeirt Paca. That is the name of the werewolf pack in Clare, Ireland. Loch Deirgeirt is the lake the pack resides around. She does not know when exactly the pack formed there but knows it was around a thousand years ago. Ruari, pronounced ro-ree, Connor is the oldest known Alpha. His name means red king or great king. It is told as destiny that he formed the pack along the lake because Loch Deirgeirt means loch of the red eye. 

I ask what all this has to do with me and she tells me to be patient. So I am going to tell you the tale as it was told to me. Believe me when I say I asked many questions and she patiently answered all of them So here we go with the story of The Loch Deirgeirt Paca.

For many years the pack flourished in Clare. Ruari Connor ruled justly for close to three hundred years. Until his son took over rule. In wolf packs the first born son is automatically inline for the alpha position. Of course other males can challenge them for the position of Alpha but the Connors are known for their strength and have held the position for a very long time. 

When we get to the history of Arden's family is where the peace was destroyed between Werewolves and Immortals. One important thing you need to know is after an Alpha challenge the winning male is given a fertile virgin in hopes of increasing his blood line. Arden and his twin sister Aoife, pronounce ee-fa or eva, were the first born children to Fintan Connor and his mate Aednat, pronounced ey-nit. Fintan also had a son Roderin as a result from a Alpha challenge. Roderin was born two years after Arden and Aoife. Fintan later had two more sons and three daughters. Not just Alphas but all wolves want to preserve their bloodline. Most only conceive with their mate but it is not unusual for Alphas and Betas to father children with other women. As for Fintan, Roderin was the only child conceived with another woman.

Although Roderin received the Connor name he was raised separately by his mother. She later mated a Beta and had more children by him. Roderin was never denied anything and often saw his father and other half siblings. Whereas Arden was groomed his entire childhood for his role as alpha. All children are schooled together but Arden had special classes with his father and sometimes his father's second in command Lorcan. They taught him how to handle disputes, politics and other things the Alpha manages. It requires a lot of work to take care of an entire pack. 

I think I forgot to mention that the pack was an exclusive community and separate from surrounding towns. Vivian explained that this is common with all wolf packs. They usually live in a gated or somehow protected area. Of course wolves work alongside mortals just like Immortals do. The difference is most Immortals do not live in large groups. Large groups of Immortals is called a Fusion, it comes from the term used to describe groups of bats. Vivian explains that technically her group has no name since it is a mixture of Immortals and wolves. 

So back to the story. Wolves do not shift until the first full moon after their sixteenth birthday. Arden was all set for his ceremony. Being the Alpha Intended it was to be a big deal. The whole pack gets together, a quick ritual is done and then everyone shifts. They will run and hunt the rest of the night. Fintan and Lorcan would personally help Arden on his first hunt. The females would have a similar ceremony with his twin sister. The difference is women can not be an Alpha. His sister would possibly mate a Beta or more likely an Alpha from another pack.

A week before the full moon Arden turned sixteen. For his actual birthday his intended mate, Lorcan's daughter Fiona, decided they should join as one then. Arden asked about their mating ceremony and she said she did not want to lose her virginity in front of the whole pack. Bad enough they will have to have sex and officially mate in front of the pack when they reach eighteen years of age. Fiona had already had her ceremony and shifted two months prior. She was a fully mature wolf. Although Arden was not yet, they coupled that night. They bit each other as they would in a real mating situation. 

Another thing about Weres is they can only procreate with other Weres. The werewolf gene is inherited. Humans can be turned but it is a painful process and most don't survive. It entails that the human be bitten many times over a certain time frame. If the human is cared for and given designated potions, he or she will likely survive the process. Then comes the shifting. That is when most are lost. They can not learn to control the beast inside and go insane. They tear themselves apart or have to be put to death. It is against pack law to turn a human without approval from your Alpha and the Werewolf council. 

Immortals and Werewolves used to have a joint council. That was around five hundred years ago. Then came the betrayals and the war was stared. All by a small group of Immortals and Weres. Two nights before Arden and Aoife's ceremony they were attacked in the woods. Lured out by their brother Roderin. He said he wished to play a game in the woods that night, but several Immortals attacked them all. Aoife was killed, Roderin knocked unconscious and Arden abducted.

Arden was supposed to be killed along with his sister but one of the Immortals who had been stalking them fell in love. She found him to be a beautiful boy. She took him back to the place the Immortals were hiding and turned him. A wolf can only be changed into the other species before he shifts for the first time. Afterward the Were genes can not be altered. Tessa took him to her chamber, seduced and then changed him. It is easy to change someone into an Immortal. It is pretty much like what you see on TV. The blood is drained and the victim drinks the blood back from the Immortal. Most times the Immortal incorporates sex because it makes the biting and drinking more pleasurable. 

I ask what does any of this have to do with me. Yet again she tells me to be patient. It is a long story and I need all the facts before she tells me my role. The Fusion of Immortals set out to leave the following night. Arden being newly turned was forced to go with them. Unknown to Arden, Tessa had bound him to her. Back at the pack everyone was searching frantically for him while grieving for the loss of Aoife. Being that Roderin was attacked also no one suspected his involvement. Even though the whole thing was his plan. He did not like being the bastard son and felt that since he was conceived after battle he deserved the Alpha position. 

Roderin had made a deal with the Immortals. He would let them feed freely in his lands when he was Alpha. One problem with his plan was Fiona was pregnant from her fist time with Arden. Her father was furious but when she gave birth to two sons and a daughter everyone was overjoyed. Roderin lost his title as Alpha Intended to a baby. He was furious. Being only fifteen he could do nothing at that time. 

Meanwhile Arden was growing more and more angry with the Immortals. They had stolen his life. He could care less if he got to live forever. He was supposed to be a Werewolf. The most powerful creature. An Alpha Werewolf. He would argue with Tessa regularly over this but it made no difference. He could not change back. He remained very bitter the following years he spent with them. 

After the first year he developed a plan. He made the Immortals believe he was happy to be with them and encouraged them to teach him everything they knew. He said as Alpha Intended he was taught everything needed to survive and rule. Since he could not be pack maybe he could become a Fusion leader. The group was pleased with his change and gladly educated him. Within three years he had become a powerful Immortal. A force to be reckoned with. That same year he broke free of Tessa's control and ran from the Fusion. 

At that time they were living in England, awaiting the day they received word from Clare. Other Immortals were stationed there to help Roderin with his plan. Arden quickly made his way back to Loch Deirgeirt. He knew from conversations with his Fusion that Roderin was behind the whole attack. Arden knew he could not walk right back into the pack. He would never be accepted. For the first week he spied on them from afar. He lived for a glimpse of Fiona. He had truly loved her and had thought about her everyday since his change. He never loved Tessa, she just controlled him with sex and her blood, like a heroin addict basically. The first time he saw Fiona with children his heart started to break. He knew she was past eighteen and likely mated now. Hopefully it wasn't to Roderin or one of his other brothers.

One night he snuck into her home. She cried for a long time after he convinced her he was not a ghost. He told her what happened and about Roderin. She told him about his children and how his son Arden Jr. or AJ was Alpha Intended. He lost it, telling her they were in danger. Roderin planned to be Alpha and Arden was convinced he would do anything to achieve that, including murdering innocent children. She didn't believe that. It took him some time to convince her that Roderin had him and his sister murdered. They argued the fact that he was not dead. He won that battle because everything he wanted for his life was unattainable now. He asked her to keep her ears open, try to learn about Roderin's plans.

His suspicions proved true. Roderin had a large group behind him. They were planning on murdering Fintan and Lorcan. He visited Fiona once a week for the following months trying to learn all of Roderin's plans. When he had enough proof he went to his father. More like he snuck into his old home. He did not know how his family would react seeing him as an Immortal. His father was not to happy to see him as one. Arden asked if he would rather he had died along with Aoife. When Fintan said yes, Arden knew he could not convince him of Roderin's plans. His father hated him and would think it all jealousy. After the disaster with his father, he left the pack never to return. It was hard to leave Fiona and his children behind. He told her he would send her a letter when he was settled. Before he left, Fiona told him she wanted to make love to him. 

"How could you want to be with this?" Motioning to his whole self.

"I know you are no longer Were but you are still the boy I fell in love with. If I am never to see you again, please make love to me."

How could he say no to that. So he spent the rest of the night in bed with Fiona. When she bit him, he bit her back. It was a major turning point in his life. The war between Immortals and Weres was growing out of control. He decided he would have to try to reunite the Council and restore the peace.

Not a year later Arden got the letter that Roderin had murdered Fintan. He didn't even challenge him as a true wolf would, but underhandedly had him murdered by Immortals. That pushed the war into high gear. Immortals murdered Weres on site and the Weres did the same to Immortals. Fiona showed up with one child a week after her letter. Roderin had made his move on the children. AJ and their daughter were dead, but the other son Aedan survived. They were both injured badly but she managed to escape.

Arden took them in and nursed Aedan and Fiona back to health. For the next few years they lived together. Eventually the species difference began to take it's toll on their relationship. He was envious of her ability to shift and hated that he never aged. He was forever a sixteen year old boy while she was twenty five. Werewolves do age very slow so she still looked to be a teen but they knew she would grow old and how would they explain it all to his son. He convinced her to find new pack. Together they worked up a new identity for her and Aedan. They were pretty sure Roderin was still hunting them. He wanted to completely eliminate Arden's bloodline. After making sure Fiona was accepted into another pack he went back for Roderin.

The look on Roderin's face was priceless seeing Arden alive. Roderin cursed the stupid Immortals for turning him. Then enjoyed talking about killing his children and how he figured Fiona was dead being as she was injured when she fled. The battle was vicious that night. Both were severely injured but Arden had to escape because the sun was rising. 

The fact that he didn't succeed in killing Roderin, made Arden extremely depressed. He decided that since Fiona was safe he was going to leave the pack alone. He traveled for years without destination. It was a challenge at first with the war going on between the races. The problem was he hated Immortals and envied the Werewolves. He did finally settle in his home country of Ireland. Over the years he secured two other homes throughout Europe. One day he received a letter from Fiona, that she had been discovered by Roderin. By the time he made it to the pack, Roderin had slaughtered over half of them and demanded they acknowledge him as Alpha. Arden found out Roderin's plan to rule all the packs in Ireland not just the Loch Deirgeirt Paca. Along the dead was Fiona. He was told they managed to get the children out. 

When Vivian met Arden the war had been waging for a hundred and fifty years. Like she said he prevented her from marrying Roderin. After the murder of her families, Arden took care of her. Arden and Vivian had been friends for many years. When he rescued her he professed his love for her. He told her exactly who he was. Gave her the choice to join him in eternity. A month later they were united. In blood and marriage. He introduced her to his crusade to end the war. Told her that his brother was at the front of it on the Were side. Explained how Roderin has been hunting down and murdering his bloodline. Arden tried to stay a step ahead. He showed her the massive family albums with his entire bloodline inside. 

For a hundred and sixty years she helped him in his quest. Together they recruited Immortals and Weres alike, people who wished to see peace restored. Helped him track and keep his bloodline safe. Finally they felt confident enough to challenge Roderin. The first mistake was thinking he would fight fair. The night before the planned battle, Roderin attacked their home. The battle was bloody and Vivian's group was outnumbered. Many were in their own homes planning for the next days fight. The battle was fierce and sadly they were no match for Roderin's army. They held Vivian and made her watch Roderin tear out Arden's heart. Arden's last words were "I forgive you, brother." That seemed to enrage Roderin more.




Connor Thomas Ch. 10



Roderin took Vivian hostage and torched the house but not before searching for the family album. Roderin raped Vivian ever night she was imprisoned by him. He would taunt her with the family tree and how he was going to murder every last one of Arden's bloodline. Vivian called him a coward. He attacked early because he knew in a fair fight he would never beat Arden. Told him he was afraid that Arden's bloodline was stronger than his own. It caused him to torture her more. 

A week after she was taken prisoner Roderin's army was attacked by the remainder of Arden's armies. They caused Roderin's pack to retreat and managed to rescue Vivian. Afterward they traveled quickly to the safe house Arden always told them to seek out in this type of situation. They arrived to find Ronald, the caretaker of Arden's estate. Vivian told Ronald what had happened to his master. To her surprise Ronald knew exactly what to do. He sent out a few letters immediately and got everyone else settled. He was not at all worried to have Weres under the roof. 

Vivian was in Arden's study searching his files. There had to be another copy of the family tree. Exasperated she flopped into the chair behind the desk. At that moment a huge Immortal walked in. Six four, long dark hair, menacing eyes. Can you guess who it was? Darius introduced himself as a very old friend of Arden's. Vivian tried to explain what she was looking for but mainly ended up sobbing. Darius took her in his powerful arms, holding her as she cried, then carrying her to her bed and tucking her in. The next night he returned with the book. Arden had given it to him for safe keeping. Darius kept it updated by letters Arden sent him. He also asked Darius to look after Vivian and anyone else in his organization were anything to happen to him. 

Vivian spent the next month pouring through Arden's papers, notes and journals he had at the safe house. She decide she would continue his quest. To keep his bloodline alive and create an army to take down Roderin. Now more than ever she has reason to see Roderin dead. Ronald turned out to be a wonderful caretaker. Managing things for everyone present. She learned Ronald was Arden's human servant and offered to continue it or turn him. He chose to remain a loyal servant. Vivian gives him blood every so often and he will age much slower. At that time Ronald was almost three hundred and looked to be about thirty. Today he is over four hundred and does not even look fifty.

It turns out following Arden's bloodline was harder than Viv thought. She could only hope it was just as hard for Roderin. During the twentieth century she lost track of his last living heir. She caught a break a few years ago when she met a sorcerer named Desmond. She remembered reading about him in Arden's books. He told her about the family he met about twenty years before. A man, woman and child. They paid him to bind their wolves. He found it strange but the man told him they were being pursued and must mask their scent. Then late one night only the woman and young boy appeared. He performed the ritual, helped then with their new identities and saw them off to America. 

"Not long after getting to America the woman was murdered and the boy disappeared. It took me a long time to find him but I know now who he is."

"You expect me to believe that I am a Werewolf and a sorcerer bound my powers?"

"It is you Connor. While I was gone I met with Desmond. The man who had came to him was found murdered. Desmond flies in tomorrow and is prepared to unbind your wolf."

"I'm not a wolf. That's crazy. I'm not calling your story crazy just the fact that you think I am some last of the wolves."

"You most definitely are not the last wolf but you are the wolf that will destroy Roderin and restore the peace."

"Ok. Say I am this wolf. How would I with no experience being a Werewolf beat a five hundred year old Alpha?"

"You will train and you Connor are a natural born Alpha. Once unbound your wolf will know, it will remember. Werewolves do not shift until they are sixteen but the wolf is with them from birth."

"This is too much." Sitting with my face in my hands, looking at the carpet.

"Think on it Connor. Think about your high metabolism, have you ever been sick? When did your vision get bad?"

"What were their names?"

"Gautier and Deja Jacques."

"And the child?"

"Rodrique." I choke back a sob. I have not heard that name in twenty one years. The image of my father telling me goodbye for the last time comes to me. Him telling me I am the man of the family and to take care of my mother. I was only three years old. For the first time since I can remember, with my face in my hands, I cry like a baby. Vivian takes me in her arms and I weep against her chest. Memories of my mother and father assaulting me. She strokes my head as I tremble and sob.



Connor Thomas Ch. 11



Sorry this chapter is so short. I don't know when I'll get the time to write more so I sumbitted what I had so far. Leave me a message and let me know which you prefer, shorter and quicker or longer and slower.

The Rev.

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I awake with Vivian wrapped in my arms. She has my right arm held against her chest with both of hers, like a child holds a teddy bear. The clock reads four forty three. Even though my left arm that is underneath her head has fallen asleep I decide not to move. I do not want to wake her. It was close to nine a.m. when we finally got into bed. I thought I would be unable to sleep but actually passed right out.

I can feel the soft satin of Vivian's gown against my bare chest. My morning wood is a little uncomfortable in this position and thinking about the voluptuous body wrapped in my arms is not helping. So I start thinking of all the things I learned last night. After I quit crying, Viv still held me for a while, neither one of us speaking. It's strange how just one word can unlock so many memories. I used to be unable to picture my mother. Now I can see her clearly in my head. Same with my father. My mother was tall and thin. Long brown hair, slightly curly. Her face had soft features with big brown eyes. I remember her delicate hands. The way she stroked my head with them, and watching her mend clothing. She was a seamstress when we arrived in America. 

I say my mother was tall, for a woman she was, but my father was huge. He most likely was six and a half feet tall. Vivian explained that all Weres are tall and likely my growth was stunted with the binding. I have my father's green eyes. I recall he always had a beard. All his hair was a reddish brown. He always seemed enormous to me but thinking back his body type was not huge. He was sinewy, more like my body now. Lean and muscular. Guess if my wolf had not been bound I would have grown taller, been hairier maybe.

Now that I have time to think I can not deny it. A lot of things started when I was sixteen. Like Viv said, my vision became bad. The dreams started to get worse. My growth suddenly stopped, like puberty was thwarted. I mean I have hair on my body but according to Viv most wolves are very hairy. Not like bears but thick chest hair and their facial hair grows in fast. I am technically like a regular human ,until tomorrow. What if I don't want to be a wolf. Especially some Alpha that will lead a revolution.  

I realize Vivian is awake. Not only awake but she is silently crying.

"Baby..." Tightening my arms around her. "..what's wrong?" She continues to cry. I move back and roll her toward me. I am unsure what to do looking down at her tear streaked face. "Tell me what's wrong." Wiping away her tears.

"Nothing is wrong." She smiles at me as more tears leak from her eyes. Her hand comes up to touch my face, tracing my lips, stroking my cheek, pushing hair back out of my face. I definitely need a hair cut. "No, I like your hair this way." Sounds like a cross between a laugh and a cry.

"Will you tell me why you are crying?"

"These are happy tears." Her hand running through my hair. "This is the first time is about a hundred years I haven't awoke alone and being here with you, it just feels so good, so right." She brings her lips up to meet mine, pressing softly against them. "I love you." She says against my lips. 

Uh...I don't know what to do. I really like Vivian but I don't know if I love her. Shit!

"Don't worry so much." Laying her head back on the pillows. "You don't have to say anything, okay?" I nod stupidly. Her hand slides out of my hair and down my chest. "Make love to me Connor." Her hand has made it around my back. She wraps a leg around my thigh, pulling me against her.

My head drops and I kiss the remaining tears off her cheeks, then her closed eyes. Her fingers are gently running up and down my back. I kiss her forehead, her chin, along her jaw line. I watch as she slowly licks her lips. 

"Open you eyes." I whisper. She does. I smile as her blue eyes meet my green ones. She has beautiful cerulean eyes. "I want to look into your eyes while we make love." Maintaining eye contact I press my lips to hers delicately. My hand coming up to caress her hair, petting her as our tongues meet. 

For awhile we just lay there kissing. My hand in her hair, hers still on my back as we kiss slowly. Taking our time tasting each other. Her tongue stroking mine as she sucks it into her mouth. Our bodies begin to move against each other but we just continue the kissing. Looking into each others eyes, every so often I kiss along her cheek, down her neck but always make my way back to her mouth. Finally I pull back and just look down at her. Her red, swollen lips, mine feel the same way. My whole body warm from the intimacy. 

A lazy smile on my face, I let my hand slide down her body. Gently caressing her through the satin nightgown. When I reach the bottom I run my hand up under it, fingers feeling the smooth skin of her thigh. My eyes have not left hers as my hand moves father up under her gown. Quickly touching her soft curls before moving up her stomach. Her hands resume movement over my back. Moving low down around my ass and then up tracing my shoulder blades, continuing to my shoulders, then down my arms. She keeps repeating the movement while my hand makes lazy circles across her stomach. I lean down to brush my lips over hers.

"How much do you like this nightgown?" I ask against her lips.

"It's nothing special."

"Good." A wicked smile on my face. Eyes still locked together I sit up. Both hands running up her body, to the top of her gown. My fingers trace the line of her breasts at the top, before I grip the thin fabric and rip it open. She moans as I keep pulling until she is bare before me. My hands move up to caress every inch of her naked beauty.

"Such a beast." She smiles. I lean down to kiss her harder this time. Her legs wrap around my waist and my arms wrap around her body. We kiss long and deep, bodies grinding against one another. Her hard nipples brushing against my chest, my confined cock rubbing along her wetness.

"You bring it out of me." I groan. Looking into her eyes as I purposefully push into her heat. I tear my gaze away to move my mouth down her body. Wanting to get my mouth on her big tits. I moan happily when my lips surround the first nipple. Already pebble hard waiting for my attention. My hand lavishes the other so it doesn't feel left out. Vivian's hands are moving lower. Teasing along the waistband of my underwear, sliding underneath to cup my naked cheeks. Squeezing them as her hips twist into mine. 

We continue the agonizing teasing for awhile. Her wetness soaking the front of my boxers as I attempt to devour her tits. Eventually her hands push my mouth away from her chest and pull it up to hers. As her mouth sucks on mine her feet move up to hook in the waistband of my underwear. Her hands and feet pushing them down my legs, freeing my cock. The kissing growing demanding as my swollen tip moves against her slick heat. 

"Make love to me please." I line up and slowly slip in. Fighting not to close my eyes, she is so hot, so wet. I don't know who moans louder as I work every inch inside. "Oh, I love you so much Connor." She cries out, eyes still locked on mine.

"I love you too." I surprise myself with the declaration and the fact that I mean it. I can see in her eyes the devotion and love she has made to Arden and his bloodline. Given her whole life to the search for peace. Not just peace of mind but peace among the supernatural, she truly wishes to end the war. I can see the vulnerability in her and know that I have the same feeling in my heart. It is probably mirrored back to her at this moment. She leans up and I meet her in the middle. Our lips opening for one another. Tongues moving in tandem with my strokes below. I take my time moving in and out. Pushing all the way in and holding still as we kiss, her muscles working my shaft. 

"So evil." I moan into her mouth. Braced on one arm above her the other cupping her breast. Working down her side, along her hip back over her ass. Gripping her ass as I work her leisurely. One of her hands is clawing at my back, the other moving through my hair. "Oh god you feel so good." I brace myself with both arms as I begin to move my hips with purpose. My eyes boring into her as I punctuate each word with a deep thrust. "I.." Thrusting deep. "..really.." In again hard. "...do..." Out and back in. "..love..." Pulling almost out, taking a deep breath and then slamming in fast. "...you..." Grinding against her clit. "..Vivian." Her nails digging into my ass, her whole body shaking as she goes over the edge.

"Baby..." She moans wantonly. "I love you so much." She chokes out as I continue moving inside her to prolong her climax. 

We lay there, still coupled catching our breath. 

"That was wonderful." She smiles up at me.

"Definitely." Our eyes have not left one another. "I don't think I have ever lost myself in another's eyes so completely."

"That was truly making love." She can't quit smiling and neither can I. "So.." Swirling her hips. "..are you going to cum at some point?" I can see the humor in her eyes. I have never realized how many emotions you can read in someone's eyes. I can't even count how many crossed her face during the last hour. "You're thinking to hard."

"I want you on top, want to watch you make love to me." Slipping out of her. She gently pushes me back and straddles my hips. Her hands running up through my chest hair.

"Should I tease you as much as you did me?" Biting her bottom lip. Her fingers finding my nipple rings. Flicking them, then tugging carefully. I shift my hips beneath her, trying to get her in position.

"You already are." I sigh. She smiles devilishly and pulls hard on my nipples. Arching off the bed I moan loudly. She slides her wetness along my thick length as she twists my nipples. Her eyes smiling at me. The intense intimacy alone could make me cum, but I want to let loose inside my love. Want to feel her walls milking every drop out of me. 

"Oh lover that sounds so hot." Leaning down to kiss my lips. Sucking on my lower lip, nipping it lightly. 

"You forget I can read your mind."

"Sometimes." Her tongue traces my lips before dipping inside. She kisses me tenderly while her hips move up, her hand holding my hardness. She slowly sinks down. Squeezing my shaft along the way. My eyes close for a brief second as I moan loudly. 

"Look at me lover." She sighs, her heat swallowing every hard inch of me.

"You make me lose all control." I smile up at her, our eyes meeting again. "It's going to be hard to not watch your gorgeous breasts bouncing as you make love to me."

"I'm not going to let you last long enough to notice." She laughs as she grips me tight with her inner muscles and thighs.

"So evil." I say again. She laughs again and begins to move up my length. I am torn between gripping her hips or holding her tits. I settle for one of each. Have your cake and eat it too right? My left hand is squeezing her tit, playing with the nipple, while my right rubs her ass. She leans back, placing a hand behind on my thigh. Her tits thrust outward, whole body stretched tight. 

"Oh fuck." I groan watching her play with her own breast. My cock swelling inside her.

"Seems I know how to break your concentration." She teases. I quickly bring my eyes back up to hers. She leans forward, placing her hands beside my head. With a wicked grin she swirls her hips as slams them down.

"Ahhhh.. so fucking good." I grip her ass with both my hands and bring my hips up to meet her coming down. "fucking great.." I keep repeating until her mouth silences mine. I can feel her tits jiggling against my sweaty chest as she rides me faster. Kissing me deep, her hips working me perfectly. My eyes losing focus as I become undone. My whole body convulsing as I burst. Her walls clenching, milking me as I coat them with my seed. 

"That was fucking great." Still sitting on me, looking down into my eyes.

"Hell yeah." My hands absently stroking her thighs.

"I can only imagine what it will be like after the change."

"You'll still want to be with me?"

"Of course love."

"You didn't take any blood."

"I have not shared such intimacy in a very long time, did not want to spoil it."

"Since Arden?"

"Yes." Her hand caresses my cheek. "It is okay to talk about him."

"Do you really think because he made you and I am his descendant that makes us connected?"

"Yes I do. You said you sense me when I am around. I have asked others who shared my blood, like Ronald and Darius, they said they have a sense of me but not a physical reaction like you."

"Have you slept with them?" She moves to sit beside be. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I asked. You don't have to answer."

"It's fine. I will always answer your questions honestly."

"Okay." I sit up with my back against the headboard.

"I have had sex with Darius but not Ronald. Darius and I shared a bed for a few years about ten years or so after Arden died. We were and still are great friends but after Arden's death I was in no way about to love another."

"But you are now?"

"Yes. I guess it took me a century to be able to or maybe just because you are so amazing."

"Shit. I am nothing special." She turns to me.

"Yes you are. After everything I told you this morning you should know better. Don't you realize how many people are looking for you? That's why I worry about this Were you slept with. She might know who you are and tell her pack. I need you to tell me who she is."

"So why Darius and not Ronald?" Trying to get her off the subject.

"Ronald is gay and don't try changing the subject."

"He's gay? I had no idea." Her look tells me she is not going to drop it. "She doesn't need to be brought into this. I'm pretty sure she has no idea what I am especially since I didn't even know until today."

"Did you at least have safe sex?"

"She said she was on the pill."

"Good god. Most likely she said that because humans can not get her pregnant" Shaking her head. "but you can." She states.

"What if the binding made me sterile?"

"Maybe but you know if she did get pregnant it would not be so bad."

"What? Not bad? Are you crazy."

"You would have an heir. The bloodline would not end with you." She is quiet for a moment. "Now you most certainly need to give me her name."

"No. We only fucked a few times. I highly doubt she got knocked up."

"We'll need to find out what pack she is from. What her rank and parents rank is....."

"I told you she doesn't need to be involved." Cutting her off. 

"Look, what if I promise to check up on her secretly. She won't even know unless it is necessary."

"Why would you need to know all the pack stuff?"

"Because you will have to mate her if she is pregnant. You are going to be Alpha so her rank is not that important although most Alphas do not mate with anyone below Beta status. For her to be out sleeping around she must not be mated and possibly her pack will join us in battle."

"She said she was engaged."

"Hmm. Let's just hope she is not an Alpha's daughter and we will be okay."

"Would that really matter?"

"An Alpha could make a real big problem out of the fact that you did not ask his permission before impregnating his daughter. You are going to have to learn a lot about pack laws and traditions."

"When is this supposed to happen?"

"As soon as you are unbound, Boris and Bruno will take you to a safe house. You will remain with them, learning everything you need to, until you are ready to take over leadership. To be the Alpha of our group."

"What if I don't want it? Why can't I choose to stay bound?"

"Roderin and his armies will search for you until the end of time. Staying bound you will leave yourself weak to their attack. Since a Were attacked you recently and Darius defended they must be curious. I am sure their spies know of our presence in your city."

"My father wasn't bound and they still slaughtered him."

"Your father did not have the army behind him that you will. The group here is a small number compared to the whole army we have gathered throughout Europe and America. Once you are in place everyone will come together and we will make Arden's vision reality. This time we will not give Roderin the chance to ambush us. The day we arrive in Ireland we head straight to the Loch Deirgeirt Paca and challenge him."

"This is to much to handle right now."

"I know but I'm here to help and everyone else is too." Sighing I lean my head back against the headboard.

"How about we take a bath?" A smile creeps across my face as naughty thoughts fill my head.

"You are such a bad boy." Viv winks at me from the bathroom door.



Connor Thomas Ch. 12



"I was born, a king of fools. Most people think I'm just a playboy breaking rules. What they don't know that when it comes around to love I always lose. That's why I call myself the King of Fools." 

-King of Fools by Social Distortion

I know this is short but the next chapter is going to be a monster and it might take me a little longer to get out. Thanx for reading and voting.

The Rev.

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I wonder how many people know the moment their life changes. The new mother as she holds her newborn. Looking into that fresh, innocent face knowing she is responsible for another life. She had nine months to build up to it though. I think most people are living their life one way and then suddenly everything changes. A car wreck, a death, a lost job. No one sees those coming. 

As I stand in front of Eternal Ink I know my life as I knew it is over. It's not just the fact that my boss punched me in the face, after tomorrow I will be something else, an inhuman creature. Shit, right now I'm just that monster trapped in my mortal skin. It scares me to think I won't be me anymore. Yes I will still have the same body, same mind but I will be hiding a beast inside. Hopefully one day I will be able to share it with everyone I know. I don't know how they would take it.

Last night I told some of the guys the truth. Vivian only let me out on my own with a bodyguard, so I have Boris along. Bear and Bryce took it rather well. Today we are meeting the rest of the guys at band practice and I will tell Jackson and Russ. Maybe Boris will shift for them. I saw it last night for the first time and man was it something. He did this weird trick with his eyes for Bear and Bryce, it freaked them out a little but after that they took me a lot more serious.

The shop hasn't opened for the day yet but Janet always comes in early to get paperwork or something done. I go up to the door and bang on the glass. After a minute she opens up.

"Connor. What are you doing here so early?" She asks.

"I need to talk to you for a minute. Is it cool if we come in?"

"Yeah of course." She steps back holding the door. Boris follows me in. "Who's your friend?" Janet asks. Her eyes are taking in the six foot eight, blond haired, blue eyed Boris. Most people think of Werewolves as big hulky creatures but actually they are more lean, muscular creatures.

"Quit drooling. Haven't you ever seen a good looking guy before?" I tease her.

"I am Boris." He says with a slight bow and a smile. His German accent noticeable. 

"Nice to meet you. I'm Janet." She answers with a giggle. Seriously? A giggle. I knew he had this effect on women. You should have seen them coming on to him last night at the pool hall.

"Earth to Janet." I say from the counter. She stares at Boris a moment longer before coming over to the counter. "Geez, you want to jump his bones real quick while I wait." She slaps my arm playfully.

"Shut up." She is blushing. I don't think I have ever seen her so taken by a guy.

"Can't you tone it down?" I ask him. "I have a few thing I need to take care of."

"Of course sir. My apologies." The invisible energy recedes slightly.

"Sir?" Quirking a brow at me.

"I don't have time to explain right now. Later I promise."

"I am going to hold you to that." She sits on her stool. "Now what's up?"

"I need you to handle something for me, please." Dropping three envelopes on the counter. "The first one," Tapping it with my finger, "is for Jerry. It's the five hundred I owe him."

"Don't you have one more day?"

"Yeah but I'm not really in the mood to go searching for anything tonight. Plus he needs the money more than I do. The next one is my resignation. I would like you to pass it along to Mack." 

"Your what?" She almost screams at me. "You can't just quit because of a misunderstanding."

"Trust me when I say the fight Friday night had nothing to do with this decision."

"Then what? You love it here."

"I know, I really do but I have some very personal things happening. I learned some things about my real parents and I need time to go and explore the truth. The letter is actually a request for an undetermined leave of absence, if not accepted it is my permanent resignation. It is up to Mack. I don't expect him to hold my room for me but maybe one day he will let me return."

"What's this other one?" Looking down, trying to hide her face. I think Janet is trying not to cry.

"It's a letter I hope you will post on my website. It just tells all my clients and others that I need some personal time and I apologize for cancelling any work at such a short notice. Once I am back to work I will give anyone I cancelled first opportunity to get rescheduled."

"Okay. I can do that for you." She chokes out.

"Thanks." I don't know if I should hug her or not. I look to Boris and he gives me a look that says I need to fix it. I move closer and Janet flings herself at me. I wrap my arms around her as she cries against me. I am really surprised. I know we are friends but never expected this reaction.

After a few minutes she calms down. We are standing with her head on my chest and arms wrapped around one another.

"There's one more thing."

"Anything." Janet answers.

"A woman named Vivian is going to take over running all my websites and emails after today. When she calls you later can you give her the passwords? If you need to get in touch with me she will be the one to talk to."

"Vivian? That gorgeous woman that came in here?"

"Yes. The woman I cheated with."

"So are you two an item now? She taking over your life?"

"It's not like that. Yes, we are together. She is an amazing woman but no she is not running my life. She has opened up opportunities that weren't there before."

"We'll miss you. Take care of yourself." She says looking up into my face. I lean down and kiss her gently on the lips.

"You too Janet."



Bursting into the room, I am trying to tear her clothes off. My shirt was torn to shit from the fight. I don't know what it was about fighting that has turned me on. Vivian has a chance to get away from me as I turn to slam the locks closed on her door. Now no one will get to us. She is backing away with a small smile. I lick my lips and start to advance, that is when she turns and runs for the other room. I am on her heels and tackle her on the floor of the bedroom.

The pain in my arm and chest are non existent as I climb over her body. She playfully struggles beneath me, knowing I want control. As I rip her dress down the middle, bearing her nakedness for my eyes to feast on me, it hits me. My wolf is almost on the surface. The battle with the other Weres must have brought it on. I feel it and I embrace it. 

Vivian leans up to lick the blood from my chest. I let a low growl. The huge cut on my arm is dripping blood on her as I grab her breast, squeezing hard until she moans. I can't or I should say my wolf can't wait any longer. I reach down to free my cock. I pull Vivian's leg up high and slam in fast. She screams in pain and pleasure. I growl louder as I slam her hard. My body shivers as her heat grips me.

"Say my name." I demand as I push in hard, fast.

"Oh Connor you feel so good inside me." Vivian moans.

"No, my real name." I hiss as my sweaty, bloody body moves over hers. Punishing her pussy. I have never let myself go like this. Maybe I should say my wolf has never come forward like this. "Say His name." I growl as my eyes bore into her.

"Rodrique!" She screams.

"Yes. Say it again. Tell Him you want all he has." Leaning down to lick my blood from her chest. My cock relentlessly driving into her perfect, hot core.

"Oh...Rodrique...Fuck me....your cock is all I want...fill me...yes...yes....I am going to cum Rodrique...." She is thrashing beneath me. I can feel her nails digging into my back. Her other leg wrapped around my thigh, hips coming up to meet mine. I lick her throat right before I bite down hard. My teeth easily breaking the skin and lapping up her blood. At the same moment I feel her teeth pierce my throat and I explode. My cock pumping every drop inside her quivering cunt. A few more hard thrust and my cock goes limp inside her.

We lay together on the floor, licking each others blood for some time. Finally my head clears and I am vaguely disgusted. Slowly I slip out of her and move to sit up. Drawing my knees up, I wrap my arms around them and rest my head on them.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what happened." I sigh. Vivian moves to sit beside me and I flinch.

"There is nothing to be ashamed of. The sex was amazing. As for the other things, you can not control that part of you."

"My wolf."

"Yes, Love. I do not know how you felt during but I know what I saw. Your wolf almost broke through the spell."

"What?" Jerking my head up to meet her eyes.

"Your eyes changed and your teeth too. Why do you think your teeth pierced my skin so easily? You had fangs my love."

"More like I have two personalities," shaking my head. "Why Rodrique?"

"That is your wolf's given name. He obviously wanted us to know he was in charge tonight. That's why you enjoyed chasing me all the way through the house. If you would have caught me in another room, I think you would have taken me there. No matter who was watching."

"Why now? Because of the fight?"

"You were scratched by that wolf, it must have triggered something inside you."

"I can't believe a fight would make me lose control of myself."

"Connor. When you change it is going to be difficult. Most Werewolves are raised knowing what to expect during their transformation. You are going to have a crash course from the twins."

"They were amazing. The way Bruno handled two guys. I never saw them coming." I think about the fight we just had and realize I know when my wolf started taking over.

Boris and I had went out with my friends after band practice. We were partying hard all day. Boris even did some coke with us before we hit the clubs. At one point Boris pulled me aside and said we had company. He meant we were being watched by Werewolves. He quickly called for back up. We stayed at the bar where they were not likely to cause trouble. Vivian arrived and told me the plan.

Bruno was outside with Desmond. The car was at the curb. Quickly as possible we are going to get to it. I am to get inside and avoid any possible attacks. That plan was shattered as soon as we exited the club. Bruno had one man on the ground beating his already bloody head into the sidewalk. Another man was on his back, trying to choke him. The man I hoped was Desmond was holding his hands out and another man went flying. Desmond's hands never actually touched him. Boris went straight for the man on Bruno. Said man was quickly thrown into the side of a parked car, leaving a very big dent and raining safety glass all around. 

Vivian shoved me toward the car but came up short when a fourth man came at us. I say men but they were all Weres keeping human form because we were in public. The fourth guy tackled her at waist level and they went down hard. I knew I should just get in the car but Vivian is still a woman so I went after the guy. Since I was his main target, he quickly turned on me.

My punches were useless against him. He took me down and suddenly a Werewolf was on me instead of a man. His claws scored my chest. I managed to get my arm under him muzzle. His teeth we inches from my face, snarling and drooling. That is when I felt the inhuman strength inside me. My other had gripped his throat, squeezing tight. He kept trying for my face as his claws dug into my arm. He could not break my vice like hold. I thought he was going to tear me apart in those seconds. His eyes grew wide when a loud rumbling growl escapes me. Everyone froze in that instance. Loudly the bouncers announced the police were on the way. The Weres made a hasty retreat, dragging their injured with them. Boris was not injured so Viv ordered him to stay behind and protect my friends, see them home safely.

We quickly piled in the car and headed out. Vivian tried to introduce me to Desmond but I didn't care. We caused the others to retreat and my wolf wanted to celebrate, and by celebrate I mean mate. I took Vivian a lot of force to hold me off in the car. When we arrived at her estate the chase was on. You know how it ended. 

"The bastard ruined my tattoo." I say looking at my left arm. There are several long marks on my forearm. "Carlos is going to be upset." When Vivian starts laughing, so do I. 

Eventually we clean up. The house doctor comes down to sew up my arm. The cuts on my chest are not so bad. I think it has something to do with Vivian licking them. Vivian and I share a knowing look. The concert tomorrow with Crimson River is not going to be as easy as we hoped. Roderin knows where I am and is going to try to eliminate me before I can even challenge him.



Connor Thomas Ch. 13



I know this is another short chapter but so much is going to happen in the next one I thought I would get this out there to hold you over. Thanx for hanging in there with me and for the comments and votes. 

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SEX! My mind is screaming it at me. When did this duality start? In the shower after I was stitched up, I ravaged Vivian there. Around noon I woke her up for another exhausting tumble in the sheets. Now here it is four o clock and I am up again. Pun intended. My rock hard cock is pressed against her back. Vivian is out cold. Part of my mind is saying 'Do it, take her' the other is telling me to go back to sleep. I shift behind her and when my cock moves against her back every other thought is overrode. 

I slide my hand down, coming in from behind to feel her pussy. She is so not ready. I feel like I am physically fighting against something, like trying to swim up stream. My fingers are trying to get the response they want, it is not working. Viv is in a deep sleep. I bring my fingers up to my mouth and suck two of them in. I can taste the faint hint of her sex on them. I get them nice and wet before going back to work on her dryness. 

My head begins to rub along her cheek, my hair then cheek to cheek, like scent marking. While below my wet fingers are preparing the way. They slip between her lips and find her clit, circling it slowly, trying to get her body to respond. When that doesn't work I coat them again with my saliva. This time I go for the aggressive approach. They circle the opening of her body. I slide one finger into her tight hole. It is TIGHT. Likely because she is not ready, but I don't care. I push the second one in with the first. She finally makes a sound, grunting as my fingers work her tight, dry pussy. Biting my lip to distract me from just pulling my hand away and shoving my dick inside. I run my tongue along her shoulder up to her neck, thrusting a third finger into her. 

"Again?" She whispers. My reaction is to finish running my tongue up her shoulder, I find her neck and take the skin between my teeth. Not really biting, more like holding her down. A low growl rumbles from my chest. Her answer is to push back into my hand. The growl gets louder. I think to calm me she slides a hand back to pet me. That's the only way to describe it. Her hand runs over my hair, then along my cheek. For a moment my beast lets me enjoy it. Then my cock is in hand and I shove it home. She gasps at the intrusion. I keep my teeth on her neck and begin to move in and out roughly. 

My hand, adorned with claws, moves up to grip her breast. The position is awkward if I keep holding her neck. Instead I grab her hair in my other hand and hold her to the bed with it as I pivot into her heat. I am grunting loudly as I use her. My claws drawing blood as they squeeze her tit hard. I keep pressing her harder and harder into the mattress seeking my release. I finally let go of her breast and move it down to her clit. Scraping a nail over it has her moaning wantonly. It urges me on. I lean my face down to lick hers, then rub my cheek up against it. My cock and hand pushing her over the edge. She bucks wildly, cumming, screaming. At that moment I lean down and bite into her shoulder where it joins her neck, with a growl and a deep thrust I unload inside her. 

We lay in a sweaty pile. Me on top of her licking at the wound on her neck as it slowly stops bleeding. I guess consecutive bites have left her weak. There are three sets of teeth marks over lapping each other on her. I suddenly get disgusted with myself. Where has all this forcing sex on women come from. I roll off of Vivian, putting my back to her and drawing up me knees in the fetal position. I mentally berate myself for raping Vivian for a second time.

"Connor," she says quietly behind me. Her hand softly touching my shoulder. "It is not like that love."

"Then what is it? You were dead asleep and I forced myself on you," I answer quietly.

"Will you look at me?" I shake my head no. "Come on baby. You have to realize it is not you but your wolf doing these things."

"No way. He is still bound."

"I don't think he is. Not like he used to be. Something has changed in you. You grew claws and teeth, your eyes have even shifted. I'm not sure if it is from the fight or not."

"That shouldn't cause me to force myself on women. I was perfectly happy with Kayla before I met you. I loved getting to know her, taking our time. It felt like it had with Katie when I was in high school. Then you bit me, fed me your blood and everything changed. I changed."

"Quite possibly my blood, since it is the same as your wolf's, awoke him. Slowly he began to control your emotions without your knowledge."

"I acted like an asshole and pushed my girlfriend away and then attempted to fuck anything I could. How can I blame someone else for that?"

"It's not someone else. You and your wolf are one person. He is just trapped. With no way out he was using any possible means to get what he wanted."

"Using women? Raping you?" 

"I didn't mind lover. Honestly, I can't remember the last time I have been so thoroughly fucked."

"What did you just say?" I ask turning to look back at her.

"I can't remember the last time I have been so thoroughly fucked."

"Oh shit."

"What is it?"

"Candice said the exact same thing." Vivian is clearly thinking for a minute before she answers.

"It makes perfect sense. Like I thought, Candice is a wolf. You and her were together several times in just a few days?" I nod. "Well your wolf, bound as he was wanted to mate her, you told me you bit her, dominated her. So now with me, your wolf is attempting the same thing but it is not working. He likes my willingness to surrender control but can't figure out why the mating isn't working."

"Because you are an Immortal," I answer. 

"Exactly. We can only truly mate within our own races. The fact that we share the same blood has bound us but it can't be taken farther. I think your wolf is getting restless. I can only imagine what it will take to contain him once unleashed."

"Are you saying I will be unable to control him. He will run rampant, fucking, killing anything in his path?"

"It's a possibility, but we will take all precautions. There are containment procedures for Weres."

"This is insane."

"No, it is your destiny."



Connor Thomas Ch. 14



Sorry this took so long, I want to warn anyone that there is m/m kissing but no actual m/m sex. Thanks for reading and voting.

The Rev.

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One kiss, one caress
Your body burns for me.
You taste my need
Your body burns for me.

Take you high
While I'm deep inside
Going to fill you up
So I can suck you dry.

My breath, your neck
Your blood, my mouth
My life is your death.

-Lyrics by Crimson River.

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I kneel beside the bed, in front of Vivian.

"I need to take a shower before we leave."

"I know. I also know you are sore from my treatment. Let me make it up to you."

"The hot water will do the job just fine." She trying for nonchalant but coming out angry.

"Please, let me do this." Massaging her legs that are against my chest. Her calves, up to her knees, trying to spread her thighs.

"You are crazy." Shaking her head as she laughs. Her thighs opening for me. I don't attack but slowly massage her thighs, outside and in. I look up to see her heated eyes watching me. I let my hands work back down to her knees, urging her forward a bit. 

When she is right on the edge of the bed I move in for the kill. Still, I take my time. Slowly tracing her outer lips with my warm tongue, easing any pain. When the sounds assure me she is ready for more, I spread her open. Blowing on her open cunt makes her jump. I continue blowing a line from her clit down to her swollen opening. I feel bad as I look at her abused pussy. Knowing I have done this, but now I plan to make up for it. 

Gently I work my tongue along the outer edges of her red lips. Taking my time to move in. Softly I circle her opening. I hear her sigh as I clean her up. Tasting our mixed pleasure, sucking it all out. I never before have tasted my own seed like this but mentally tell myself I am repaying Vivian. She let me use her body throughout the night. Now is her time to enjoy it. For it to be all about her pleasure, because honestly I could have cared less about it during the night. The fact that she got off was just a bonus, not an intention. I felt like she should be grateful, welcome my touch, my seed. In my mind I was wanting a pregnancy, could see clearly that I was planting my heir inside her. My wolf snarls at me for his failure. Mentally I push him back. Right now is about another's pleasure, not His need to procreate.

Her legs squeeze my face, bringing me back to the task. My name is on her lips, softly she is encouraging me. I smile as I look up the line of her body. Eyes closed, fists clenching the sheets, she is writhing against my mouth. I feel elated to have caused her condition and my wolf also takes notice in the satisfaction we are giving her. My tongue continues to gently move against her. At one point I hold still and let her gyrate on my face. Knowing what area needs attention, I focus on that. It has her screaming and cumming in my mouth moments later. After her orgasm I keep licking and sucking, slowly bringing her down from her climax. 

"That was a great apology," she whispers as she pushes me away.

"Anything for you, love."

She tells me to call Ronald. He will bring me replacement clothing and food, which I am in great need. I watch as she walks nakedly to the shower and wonder how she could be so patient with me. It must be hard for her to deal with my Jekle and Hyde personalities.

We don't have long before we have to meet the Fusion at the hotel. Vivian decides to fill me in in the car. I am dressed casual. T-shirt, jeans, boots and leather jacket. Viv is as usual a knockout in her knee high boots, gray skirt and black corseted top. She has a short jacket on for appearance because Immortals don't really feel temperature changes unless it is extreme. We are all piled into four black SUVs. The twins, Vivian and I occupy one and the others are filled with Weres and Immortals, basically our protection. After the fight last night they are expecting a scene at the show.

Vivian tries to fill me in quickly about customs in the Immortal world and how Weres interact with them.

Crimson River is a real Fusion. They are among one of the oldest but most have the ability to mask their age, being made from the same Immortal, Zeus. He is leader of the Fusion and lead singer of the band. She tells me they have only been traveling as a hardcore band for about five years, easily moving through America searching for me. 

I already knew a little bit about the band. I was never a huge fan, not really into the vampire act. Look at me now. What I did know was everyone in the band is named after a god. Apollo the drummer, Dionysus the bassist, Ares a guitarist and Hades the other guitar player. They looked like a bunch of regular guys, playing as vampires. I don't think they tried to attract goth kids but no matter the music goth kids are going to follow vampires. 

We arrive at the hotel a little after six. Darius joins us with two more guards and we make our way up to Zeus' room. Losing a guard at the elevator. Another at the end of the hall and the other two are behind our trio at the door. Before anyone can knock the door opens. A man about my height, dark hair and eyes gestures us in. The three of us follow him in. I glance back to see our guards flank the door as it slowly closes. 

"Marcius, old man. It's been a few years." Darius nods toward the man who answered.

"Now Darius, we all know it is Zeus as long as we are in this disguise," he smiles at us all. Zeus, one of the oldest Immortals alive doesn't look as scary as I thought. Looks to be slightly younger than me, not overly muscular. Which I know because he is only wearing a pair of pants that hang low on his hips. "Vivian as usual you look amazing." She smiles sweetly back at him and looks over to me.

"It's an honor to meet you Zeus. I am Connor Thomas, the Heir." I hold my arm out to him wrist up, offering him the Infected brand. His eyes don't show any emotion as her takes it and presses his lips to my pulse. "You may taste, if you'd like."

"Are you admitting you are weaker than me?"

"I have been enlightened as to your history. I am the Heir but my wolf is still bound. I offer you this not out of weakness but as a gift." His eyebrows rise slightly, only feature showing a reaction. "A gift for your dedication to the war. I acknowledge the sacrifices you have given to see this war end. Lastly I know that an exchange of blood will make you more aware of my presence, which will likely be needed later in battle." Whew, I mentally sigh.

"You fed him this speech, no?" Looking over at Vivian. She continues to smile. "Thank you Connor, I graciously accept your gift." With that he leans his mouth down again. The tip of his tongue strokes my skin causing goose bumps to rise all over my arms. He takes him time licking, kissing my wrist until he is satisfied with where he wants to bite. I try to keep a straight face as his teeth sink in and he begins sucking. I want to moan and bask in the pleasure.

"Zeus?" Another male voice questions. "You are now feeding from Vivian's toys?" So much disgust is put into the last words. Zeus lifts his head and his eyes meet mine, there is something feral in his gaze. 

"Come, lover." Zeus beckons to the man who just emerged from the shower. He is still wet a small towel wrapped around his waist. Blond hair looks brown as it drips onto his muscular shoulders. Blue eyes piercing down at me. He must be over six feet tall. The man slowly walks forward. "This is the Heir." Zeus explains sliding his hand around the tall man's neck. "Taste for yourself." I think he is going to bite me too but he leans down to run his tongue across Zeus' lips before pushing inside to find any trace of my blood that is left. 

Okay, I will admit I am shocked that Zeus swings that way. The arousal I was fighting quickly disappears as the men kiss. I try not to judge so I look over at Viv. She meets my eyes with a hungry look. I realize I have not let her feed off me since last night. She licks her lips as I push my jacket aside and bare my neck to her.

"I shouldn't," she whispers. I slide my arm around her waist and haul her against me

"I want you too," I say into her ear. 

Her tongue traces my pulse a moment before she bites down. I can't hold the moan in any longer. My cock instantly hard. My hands gripping her ass and pressing my excitement into her. She is still at my throat when I feel hands pulling my jacket off. It slips down my arms to the floor as a second pair of lips touch the other side of my neck. Before I can protest, lips are pressed against mine. My mouth was open from the moan and a tongue is invading it, pushing blood along my tongue. I swallow and kiss whoever back. My mind trying to protest that only men were in this room but my body takes control as a second pair of teeth pierce my throat. I can't fight the desire, moaning as I am being eaten alive. Hands are working my pants I reach out to feel long hair. I trace Vivian's cheek, jaw and lips as she frees my cock and quickly begins to lick it. She wastes no time sucking my hard cock down her throat, stroking and sucking fast. Another mouth joins the mix, biting where Vivian once was. The mouth at mine feeds me more blood before being pulled away. A hand is in my hair angling my head back as more lips touch mine, more blood pouring into my system. Lips, tongues, on my neck, in my mouth, on my cock. I am growling now, biting the tongue in my mouth and guiding Vivian on my cock. Hurriedly fucking her face. My body can't handle all the sensations. I come apart screaming , pumping my seed down her throat as the others feast on me.

It seems like an eternity but must only be seconds because everyone is still around me. I open my eyes to see Zeus in front of me, Vivian on her knees, Darius and the other guy Behind me. From the positions I know the mystery guy kissed me and Zeus too. I don't know how these four Immortals lost control and devoured me. I guess I should be grateful I'm not dead.

I quickly step back from them, pulling my pants over my ass and doing the clasp quickly.

"Connor," Vivian implores.

"No," shaking my head. "I can't be here. I have to get out." Backing away not wanting to meet anyone's eyes. I hit the door and yank it open, walking right into Boris.

"Everything okay?" he asks. I shake my head vehemently.

"I have to get out of here." I try walking away but Bruno grabs my arm.

"You can not leave alone," he says his speech heavily accented. Of course he in German like his twin. They are mirror twins. After spending time with Boris I can tell the difference easily. 

"Then come with me." I look over at Boris. At this moment I trust no one else.

"Yes Sir," He answers as he steps forward. Bruno turns to face him.

"You can not leave on your own."

"I will take Wallace and Micah with me." Boris answers as he steps aside and follows me down the hall.

I am hyperventilating. In the back seat of an SUV with Boris and two others up front, I am freaking the fuck out. Four vampires just raped me. It may not be sexual but they raped me of blood. I never consented to everyone in the room feeding from me. Especially being kissed by men. I shudder thinking about all the men sucking on my skin, my tongue. No matter how much my body enjoyed it. 

"Where to Sir?" Boris asks beside me. I pull out my phone and call Russ. They are already at the Pavilion. Didn't realize I was in the hotel room for over an hour, seemed like only minutes. I tell them I am on my way. I need them, their support, their humanity at this moment. "Do you want to talk about it?" Boris asks quietly. I shake my head quickly. Turning toward the window, shivering because I left my coat behind. That's what I tell myself anyway.

Of course I am on the list when we arrive. Boris barks out orders quickly before catching up to me. I get to the guys room and turn on him.

"I need to be alone."

"Let me check the room quickly and I will wait outside." I try to stare him down for a moment before sighing. He takes that as my consent and we both enter the room. My four best friends are in the room talking excitedly. One look at my face and they know something is wrong. Everyone is silent as Boris circles the room, I guess he finds nothing because he nods and steps back out.

"What the fuck is going on?" Bryce asks.

"Nothing, why?"

"Bullshit. You look spooked man."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Something happen with Vivian?" Russell asks.

"You could say that. Right now I need a drink."

"Sure man. Check this out." Bear hands me a very expensive bottle of whiskey.

"Where did you guys get this?" Inspecting the label.

"It was waiting in the room," Bear answers. I look at it like poison.

"Was it open?"

"I don't know. What has gotten into you?"

"Nothing. I just met Crimson River and lets say they are scarier than I thought."

"They the real thing?" Bryce asks. They all know the truth about Immortals and Werewolves, I told them over the weekend. They didn't want to believe but Boris shifting changed their mind quickly. We all play pranks on the other and that's what they thought at first but quickly realized I was serious.

"Yeah," I answer quietly before tilting the bottle back and taking a deep drink. The burn feels good as it slides down my throat. I'm not sure if the following dizziness is from blood loss or the alcohol, at this moment I am thinking the latter. Leave it to Zeus to trick my friends to drink his blood so he can keep track of them.

"I guess now would not be a good time to mention Crimson River's manager was here earlier," Russ says.

"What'd he want?" Motioning for a joint. Fingers at my lips and mimicking flicking a lighter.

"To offer us a spot on the tour. Opening band for Crimson River for the rest of the tour." Bryce answers.

"Isn't that awesome?" Jackson pipes in excitedly.

"What'd you say?" Taking the joint Bear passes to me. I take a long drag and choke until my throat burns. Then inhale again and pass it along. I take another drink off the aged whiskey and then exhale the pot smoke on another cough.

"What do you think? We said yes. This is the biggest opportunity we have ever had," Bryce answers. I meet all their faces. Jackson smiling like a kid in a candy store, Russell and Bryce frowning at me and Bear looking lost. 

"What do you think Bear?" I ask after taking another drink of the burning liquid. It takes a lot for me to get hammered and at this moment I need it. Bear waves off the joint and it is handed to me again.

"I want to go. Bryce is right. This is the what we have been waiting for, but Max said she doesn't want me to go. I told her she could come too but she said she is not leaving her job to follow us like a groupie."

"I can't believe she told you that we were going nowhere," Russ shakes his head. I am just puffing away on the weed as they tell me this new development.

"I never told you guys but she has been pressuring me to quit the band. Telling me to man up and get a real job."

"You paint for your dad's company. That's a good job," I offer.

"She told me to choose her or the band," Bear sighs, taking the bottle back and drinking.

"I don't see her so I assume you made the right decision." Finally passing the joint.

"Keep it, you look like you need it," Bryce says waving me off. I shrug and put the joint back between my lips.

"Stop beating yourself up," Bryce says to Bear. "She wasn't right for you if she was telling you to drop your friends and turn your back on your dreams."

"I know, it's just...we were together for almost two years, that's a long time."

"Women are bitches," Bryce replies. We all know his opinion since his girlfriend of over four years broke his heart six months ago. 

"I agree," I do too. "Don't let it mess with you, Kev. This is your night. All of you. The first stop on the road to success."

"Russ is going to sing his song tonight," Jackson says. I look to him for conformation. He has been working on a solo, acoustic piece for a while. Bear and him sing back up but Russ has never sang on his own in front of anyone but us. 

"That is awesome," I respond. 

After finishing the joint I head to the bathroom. At the sink I splash cold water on my face, trying to clear out the memory of the hotel room. I wipe my face with some paper towels before looking at myself in the mirror. My mouth drops open as I take in my messed up clothes. There is blood around my collar, it has soaked in the cotton and spread down the front. 

"Why didn't you guys say something?" I demand, motioning to my shirt.

"We thought you knew," Russ answers.

"Do you guys have an extra shirt. I can't walk around like this all night. The goth kids will think it is a new fashion and start bleeding on their clothes." I try for joking but it comes out more like plea. They laugh nervously at my attempt at humor and Russ throws me a t-shirt. After changing I sit down and drink as much as I can while we bullshit. 

I can feel the moment the others enter the building. Their blood running through my system. I try to ignore the nervous feeling. When the guys go out to take the stage I decide to watch from the crowd. No way of bumping into any of the others there. Boris follows, we get beers and find a good place to watch from. There is a VIP section but then others might expect me there and I am trying to avoid them as long as possible.

I am hoarse from screaming after Pestilent Existence's set. They really went for it and pulled it of beautifully. Russ totally rocked his song. He had his eyes squeezed shut as he poured all he had into it. The crowd went absolutely wild. I refuse to go backstage so Boris and I wander around. Drinking a few more beers and checking on who is running the band's merchandise counter. I used to do it back in the day but as they grew more popular, Chad started selling their shit full time at the bar. So I am not surprised to see him manning the booth.

I stand and bullshit with him for a while. People coming and going. Some looking, some buying. I am surprised when a few people recognize me. I am well known in the tattoo community but most people don't care who does the artwork for the band. Even though the band forced me to picture myself in one of their Cds. I am asked to sign two autographs, which strokes my ego nicely. When Crimson River takes the stage I am actually in a good mood. Slightly drunk and feeling good from the recognition. Boris and I walk back toward the crowd after Crimson River has played through a few songs.

Watching from the back as Zeus sings magnificently, I feel like I am being watched. Could he really see me from up there. A time or two I think he is looking right at me. A chill runs down my spine. What the fuck have I gotten into? 

A minute later I feel hands grab my ass and warm breath on my neck. I jump but before I can turn a woman says, "I knew you'd be here." Running her tongue over the shell of my ear. Her wonderful scent surrounding me, I turn to face Candice.

"Didn't know you liked this music." Smiling back at her.

"A guy I met introduced me to Pestilent Existence," she steps closer.

"You smell amazing." Sliding my arm around her waist and leaning in against her hair. She smells of honey and spice. Her scent ingrained on my brain. 

"You smell," her face against my chest, "really good." Her hands sliding up my shoulders as she leans up on her toes to kiss my neck. I jerk back, a look of rejection crosses her face. Before she can move away, I slide a hand into her hair and drop my lips to hers. 

Her arms wrap around my neck and she kisses me back intensely. One hand slides down to cup her nicely rounded ass, pulling her against my body. I can't believe how good she feels there. The heat of her almost burning me alive. She is rubbing her body against mine, my erection pressing into her stomach.




Connor Thomas Ch. 14



"Come with me," I say breaking away. I grab her hand and drag her behind me. I'm not really dragging since she is following closely. I catch sight of Boris shaking his head.

"Sir," He is trying to get my attention.

"Not now, I'm busy," I snap at him. 

I honestly don't know where I am taking her. My wolf is pacing in my mind, 'mine' it growls, 'claim her.' When did he get so vocal. It seems like the more blood I drink the closer to the surface he comes. All of a sudden I am not leading anymore, Candy is dragging me into the women's room. A few females are in there and look at us through narrowed eyes.

"Get the fuck out," she shouts at them.

"Who do you think you are, bitch?" One of them responds. I turn toward them and growl. Shock and fear flick across their faces. They trip over each other trying to get out. I pull Candice into a stall and push her against the wall, my mouth claiming hers. She arches into me as she kisses me back just as hungrily. 

My wolf, Rodrique, is growling all kinds of demands in my head. Naked. Claim. Now. 

"What's going on?" She suddenly asks. My eyes bore into her as my hands rip her shirt in half. That's when I notice the claws. A few drops of blood on her skin where they scraped her. 

"You are mine," I growl as I drop my head to lap at the blood before finding her breasts. I bite and lick at the raised nipples, so hard for me. She is moaning as I feast on them. My hands slide down her sides and back around her ass. Her short skirt bunching up as I push my hardness into her. Her hands are pushing at my shirt, I help her pull it over my head.

"Connor," she breathes a second before my mouth is on hers again. I move one hand forward to work my jeans. I groan as I feel her nails dig into my shoulders.

"Let go," I say against her lips.

"You don't know what you're asking," she pants even as her hands help push my pants down around my hips. My cock springing free, ready for action.

"I want all of you. My beast is screaming for yours," I answer, ripping her panties off. My hands grip her thighs and lift her up to angle my cock for penetration. She is so hot, so wet as my thick head makes contact. I growl again, claws digging into her ass as I slam all the way in.

"Mine1" I shout before claiming her mouth again. My weigh pressing her against the wall as I push into her hard. That's when I feel her nails lengthen and draw blood from my shoulders. I moan loud as I feast on her tongue. My hard length slamming in and out, hard and fast. One hand holding her ass, the other gripping the top of the stall. My mouth drops to caress her tits again. Running along the smooth, rounded flesh before trying to suck her whole breast into my mouth. I feel my teeth long and sharp pierce the flesh. She screams out in pleasure, her legs wrapping around my waist tightly. Hips pushing forward to meet mine. 

I am working her so hard, my wolf is purring happily as she suddenly sprouts fur. I look up to meet her yellow eyes with mine before my mouth moves to her neck. Biting down hard, her blood gushing into my mouth as I unload inside her. Screaming she bites me back, her pussy milking me. I keep thrusting until every drop is emptied inside her. 

"What are you?" she gasps moments later. I let her feet settle on the floor and look up into her hybrid face. I never thought to find a half wolf, half women sexy but that is what she is. No that's not right, she is mine.

"Where do I begin," I sigh.

"How did you know what I was?"

"Have you ever heard of the Heir?"

"The Heir?" She sounds confused. "It was a fairy tale I heard as a child. A wolf born of Alpha and Immortal blood. Who will one day save both races from the endless war."

"Candice, I am the Heir."

"That's not possible, I never smelled wolf on you before."

"Rodrique, my wolf, is bound. He is breaking down the barrier. I know my eyes changed and saw my claws grow. I never meant to trick you." Her mouth opens and closes a few times, trying to form words. 

"Connor?" Boris says from the other side of the stall.

'What do you want?" I growl at Boris.

"Security is making an issue of the restroom being closed and I was given word that the other wolves are aware of your presence here. We need to leave immediately."

"What is he talking about?" Candice asks in shock.

"I'm a wanted man baby." I reach down to pull up my pants and see that her shirt is nothing but rags. I smile remembering the haste in which I shredded it.

"Sir?" 

"I'm coming, Boris," I answer. "Candice is coming too."

"I agree. She wears your sent, others will smell it on her." I find my shirt and hand it to her to put on. 

"Oh my god. You mean...this is real...you really marked me?" She is suddenly panicking.

"Is that such a bad thing?" 

"Well, yes. I never allowed my fiancé to mark me."

"So it's a big deal?"

"Do you know nothing of our culture?"

"Not really. I have yet to be unbound and taught the way of a Were."

"Let me clear it up for you, Sir," Boris interrupts. "She has been promised to another but did not allow him to mark her for some reason. For her to allow a rogue, even the Heir to mark her without the pack consent is to ask for their wrath."

"You will be punished for this?" She nods. "I won't let that happen." I promise as I lean in to kiss her lips. I can see she is fighting back tears. Our clothes situated I step out into the restroom, Boris is standing farther away than I thought. Boris looks over at her.

"We are likely stepping out into battle. Are you ready to protect him with your life?" He asks her. Squaring her shoulders and holding her head high, she nods.

Surprisingly we make our way backstage without incident. The ring of guards might have something to do with it. Who knows. Crimson River is still playing as we make our way down the hall. Darius steps out of a door to meet us. He looks over the woman on my arm and gives me a deep nod as he throws my jacket at me. I think I see a blush creep over her cheeks.

"We can discuss that later. Where is Vivian?" I inquire.

"She will meet us at the door. Things have escalated quickly. Our guards are already fighting back the enemy."

"Lets do this," I answer. Darius and Boris quickly come up with a plan to get me out safely. I want to argue but know I am the weakest of the group. When we get to the door leading outside Candice quickly turn to face me.

"No matter what, I love you Connor."

"I love you too, Candice." I pull her into my arms and kiss her hard. She pulls away before me.

"Lets go," she says.

I could never have prepared for the sight that greets me. Massive Werewolves, feral Immortals in a deadly dance. Weapons clashing, guns barking, teeth snapping. A few people are on the ground not moving. The smell of blood in the air. My wolf is at the surface quickly. Darius and a few others rush out to help the others. I can see Bruno and two others trying to protect the car. The windows tinted so dark I can't see if anyone is behind the wheel. 

"Get ready," Boris says beside me a moment before her drags me forward. It seems like everyone turns toward me. In the blink of an eye Boris is fighting off several attackers. Candice shifts to her hybrid form and launches at the wolf trying to come in from our flank. I feel myself being shoved toward the SUV as all the others join in the battle.

Fifty feet never seemed so far. I am in a circle, Boris, Candice and another Were fighting off anyone who tries to get through. Twenty five, still seems like a mile away. Suddenly we are rushed. Each warrior surrounding me attacked by more than one opponent. 

"Run Connor," I hear someone yell as I am propelled forward. Fifteen feet, so close. I'm not going to make it. A Werewolf flies at me. I turn my head in time to shift so I take the hit in my side. I feel claws rip my jacket and whip me around. I manage to throw the wolf over my shoulder. He hits the ground and quickly turns to shoot back at me. This time I am not quick enough. His full weigh hits me and we slam into the ground, pain shooting through my side. At that moment my wolf shifts as much as he can. The claws at my side trying to dig deeper, jaws snapping an inch from my face. I growl right before I snap back. It actually startles the Were on top of me and I manage to rip his hand away as I feel warm liquid pouring out of the wound. He grins and before he can move in for the kill I rip his throat out. Blood gushes all over me and the body above me spasms as I push it off. I try to rise but can't seem to move. I reach down to feel my leather jacket shredded. My fingers sticky with blood. 

I must have blacked out because next thing I know Boris is over me. Screaming something into my face. I blink up stupidly. I cry out as his hands press into my wound. He picks me up like I am weightless. My head flops to the side and I see Vivian still fighting. Blood covers her as Darius intercepts the Were coming in from behind. They hit the ground hard. 

"Stay with me." I hear Boris pleading. I must have lost a few more minutes because I am being drug into the back of an SUV. The back seats folded down to accommodate my prone body. "Get the fuck out of here," Boris shouts. I see him pull his shirt over his head and press it into my side. I scream at the pain it causes. Fire spreading throughout my limbs. Time is lost again.

"Give me your shirts," Boris is shouting. "He is losing too much blood." I can't see anything anymore but feel more pressure applied to my side. "Can't this thing go any faster, I'm losing him." Boris sounds so scared.

"Should we give him blood?" A voice that sounds so far away.

"No, we can't take the chance of changing him." Boris sounds like he is in my head. Lights wink in and out but I still don't make anything out.

"Give him yours," another voice answers.



Connor Thomas Ch. 15



I think all stories reflect the inner workings of an author Even if no one knows what they are.  True artistry comes from ones soul.  Even black has a reflection.  -     The Rev.  ---------------------------------- Steps I take in your footsteps Are getting me closer to what is left Of the dreams of what I was trained to know Within my bones this resonates Boiling blood will circulate Could you tell again what you did this for? 

-Rise Against -------------------------------

I am on fire. The inferno quickly spreading through my whole body. Feels like everything, muscles, bones and skin are in flames. I try to scream but nothing comes out. My eyes pop open and I see a blurry form above me. Blinking, my focus sharpens and it is a man holding my head still. My whole body thrashing as I try to scream again. Something is blocking my throat. 

"It worked," the man, Desmond, yeah that's who it is, says. "He's shifting."

"Hurry pull out the breathing tube before he bites it off," someone yells. 

My whole body is convulsing. I can feel my body stretching, changing but realize I am strapped down. 

"Holy shit, he's going to tear through the restraints." People are shouting orders; I can't concentrate as my body burns from the inside out. Feels like a knife is jammed into my thigh. It makes me buck harder against the restraints. 

"Hold him down." I can't tell how many people are here. Feels like hands are everywhere, holding me down, scorching my skin. Someone else appears near my head, grips the thing in my mouth and begins pulling it out. The pain in my throat and burning in my lungs reaches the limit. Spots flash before my eyes before I slip into nothingness. 

Next time I come to I am grateful that my body is no longer an inferno. I feel strangely content but there is still pain in my side. I know I am lying on my side and can feel straps across my midsection. I open my eyes and think I must be dreaming. My vision sharper, hearing sensitive, I look down the muzzle on my face. I can feel a hand stroking down my back, across my fur covered body. I try to lift my head but it feels like it weighs a thousand pounds. I try to say something to whoever is petting me but it comes out as a whine.

"You're awake," an Immortal says coming into view. I'm sure I know her, her smell is familiar but a growl rumbles through my chest. Her smile turns into a frown as I continue growling. She moves out of sight but I can hear her talking to someone. 

'What is wrong with me?' I think.

'Kill' a voice answers.

'Kill what?'

'Everyone. Everything.'

'I don't want to.'

'Shut up Connor. I am in control now.'

'Rodrique?' My confusion is growing.

Suddenly the most wonderful smell ever envelops me. I focus on the woman in front of me. She reaches out tentatively and strokes my head. I try to speak but another whine comes out. 

"It's okay baby. I'm here, I won't go anywhere. Just relax, you need to rest. Not much longer and you will be healed." I lick her hand as it moves down my muzzle.

'Mine' Rodrique growls. I feel my body begin to struggle.

"Calm down Connor," she is still petting, trying to sooth me. 

'Rodrique, not that pussy Connor' my wolf snarls. Candice's eyes open wide like she heard him. My wolf hates me, what have I ever done to him? 'You trapped me.'

'My parents did that when I was just a boy'

'I have taken over, so sit back and enjoy the ride. Just like I have from my prison for twenty five years.' With that I feel the fire beginning in my limbs. Suddenly I am struggling against the bonds as my body shifts to hybrid form.

"Connor, I mean Rodrique, calm down. I don't want you to hurt yourself," Candice pleads.

'Mine. My mate. Going to show you Candice.' That quickly, my body has changed and my claws rip through the restraints. Candice tries to move around us as my hybrid form rolls off the table. On our feet quickly, blocking her attempt to escape. As Rodrique blocks the door I realize his intentions. With everything I have I try to stop him. I know is sounds weird that I am battling myself but who knew my wolf would go this crazy. Okay Vivian did say something about raping and killing.

"Shift," we growl at Candice.

"It doesn't have to be this way," she pleads.

"I said shift now bitch" Her eyes grow wide and I can see the tears as she shakes her head. "Not going to shift? I'm more than happy to force you to." My voice sounds so weird coming from the half wolf face. 

Candice takes a fighter stance as we lunge for her. She ducks and kicks out at my wounded side. The pain shoots through me but only seems to enrage my wolf. Turning to face her we see that she has shifted. My wolf laughs inside my head. Maybe because this is the first time he has fought in true form. Candice manages to avoid most blows, landing quite a few of her own. I can feel blood welling up in some of the deeper scratches. My wolf has a one track mind but I am vaguely aware of shouting voices and a commotion behind us. It obviously distracts Candice because my wolf takes advantage and trips her, our body following to pin her down. 

'No!' I am screaming, still trying to stop Rodrique and take back control of my body. I know his intention. He is ripping at the clothing still on her. Erection straining, ready for action. Candice is fighting, claws raking our face. A sinister growl is the only answer. Forcing her legs apart, my wolf positions our cock for penetration. 

Obviously he is focused on his goal because he doesn't expect what happens. Several, equally furred bodies slam into us. Ripped off of Candice as they attempt to control us. Snarling, snapping we look around for our mate. Candice is being rushed out of the room. My wolf howls in rage and fights harder with the three Weres trying to gain control. The focus changing to the attackers. That is how Rodrique sees them. Rolling around with two Weres, we finally wrestle free. Trying to get his balance to attack the other, we feel claws grab our ankle. Pulling our feet out from under, we hit the floor hard. The Weres attempt to pin us but Rodrique bites at hands, laughing as he tastes blood. His free leg shoots out to kick one in the balls. Luckily it was the one holding our ankle. Free again, he tries to untangle himself from the surrounding attackers. 

Finally getting his feet under him, Rodrique launches at the Were closest to the door. Hand going for his throat as we make contact. He turns using our momentum to fling us across the room, into a wall. The wall is very thick but I feel it crack as my head and upper body take the brunt of the hit. Stunned Rodrique shakes our head, trying to clear out the fuzz. Before he can react the wolves are on us. One has a huge needle and slams it into my thigh. Rodrique still tries to fight, huge paw swiping at the hand holding the needle. We pull the needle out and crush it in hand. Growling low, Rodrique pushes off from the wall and slams full body into the Were. That's where it ends. Another sharp pain flares through my shoulder. Rodrique twists violently, trying to reach the second needle. It's useless our body goes limp, I see the ceiling tiles then everything goes black.

Someone is talking quickly in French. It takes a moment for my mind to translate.

"Worthless piece of shit. Won't fight, won't mate. What good are you? Won't be long now before I am in total control. I could have won that fight, you held me back. Three Weres against their true Alpha. What a laugh but did I win noooo......." I realize Rodrique is in a tangent. Continuing to berate me and talk all kinds of weird shit.

Things slowly start to come into focus. I am strapped into a chair. Looking around the room it looks like we are in a cave. Damp dirt and rocks sticking out in sharp angles. The floor dips slightly downward at each opening. There are two of them, one to my left and directly across to my right.

"Where am I?" 

"In your mind dumb shit." Slowly I walk in front of myself. Well it is not exactly me. This Connor is definitely taller, yellow eyes and sharp teeth. Rodrique shouldn't look like me, somehow I thought of him as different. "We are different. You are a worthless pussy. Do you know how many times over the years I have watched you let woman walk all over you? You're a fucking Alpha male. They should bow at your feet. You have had a few nice pieces of ass but that doesn't make for the lack of the other." 

Looking down at my body I see I am dressed at least, even though my wrists, forearms, shoulders and torso are tied. My legs are equally covered from thigh to ankle.

"Not taking any chance huh?" I ask Rodrique. He stops his muttering and pacing to look at me.

"You are stronger than I thought. Figured once unbound you would embrace me and we could play but no," dragging out the last word, "We had the chance to fully claim our mate and you didn't take it."

"She was scared; you were going to rape her."

"She's a wolf, she knows the way. Alphas prove dominance with force. Overcoming any contender even your mate. She must know you are the strength and absolute power of the relationship. Your word is law, not just to her but to all. At your worthless state you wouldn't even win an Alpha challenge."

"I never asked to be this, forced to fight others, kill. That is not who I am."

"Yes it is." He hisses in my face. I can see his face has a different shape, the wolf showing clearly. "I am you," he snarls in my face, "you are me." I swallow hard looking into his feral eyes, rage barely contained. 

"I am not violent and I don't rape women," my voice coming out stronger than I thought. His lips curve up slowly in a wolfish grin. Then he laughs, backing up as he doubles over. "What's so funny?" I snap after a minute. He stands and wipes tears from his eyes, still grinning.

"Think back, you never forced the Immortal? Didn't you kill the wolf during the fight?"

"That was you."

"No," shaking his head. He pokes me in the chest. "That was you." His claw trails down my chest, cutting through my shirt and slicing open my skin. I grit my teeth to hold in a scream. "Hurts, doesn't it?" He stops midway down and twists his claw deeper into my body. This time I can't stop the scream. He is laughing again as he steps back. Slowly bringing his finger to his mouth, savoring the taste of my blood. "I think those Immortals are right. You do taste delicious. I can't believe you almost let them kill us. If I wouldn't have pushed them from your mind, we would be dead."

"Fuck you." I start struggling against my bonds. He just watches as I exhaust myself. Eventually I am sweating and breathing hard.

"Finished?" I spit at him. "Okay then. They are trying to wake us. You sit and watch as I get us out of this hell." He turns and walks away down the right path, his humming reverberating off the stone. 

Suddenly I am awake. Lying naked in a corner, a piece of cloth covering my shivering body. At least I am in human form. I go to get up but nothing happens. I hear Rodrique laughing. Slowly my body begins to move. Standing, he stretches as he takes in the room. Three metal walls, the fourth has a piece of mirrored glass. There is a barred door like in prison cells but another door is closed behind it so all I see is more metal.

"Good morning Connor," a male voice says. Sounds like the voice is coming from all sides but Rodrique turns toward the glass. He scowls at the reflection, looking up and down the length of our body. He seems disappointed somehow.

'Of course, look how short we are. Are you even six foot?" Looking into the mirror again.

"How are you feeling today Connor?" the voice pulls Rodrique from his critiquing.

"I am feeling very good. You can let me out now," he responds. I start laughing. "What?" He asks out loud

'I don't speak French you moron.'

"I see. Good morning Rodrique," the voice responds. Rodrique responds with a string of curse words in French. 

'Great plan you had. Like they are going to let us out,' I keep laughing.

'You better zip it. When I come back I will finish you off and rule on my own.'

'You can try.' He snarls inside our head. Clearly dismissing me he begins speaking at the glass again.

"You caught me but that is fine. Connor gladly gave over control to me. He knows I am the stronger and what is needed to win the war." A light turns on in the room behind the glass. There are two men and a woman behind it. I recognize Desmond as the speaker. Vivian stands against the wall with her arms over her chest. I have no idea who the third man is. 

"Bullshit," I shout. I can see the shock on Rodrique's face as my words come out of our mouth. I see Vivian shake her head with a sad look on her face. Desmond obviously turned off the microphone because their lips are moving but I don't hear anything. 

'What are they saying?' Rodrique growls in my head. My lack of answer makes him madder. Vivian obviously doesn't like the conversation because she talks animatedly before walking out. 

'Look what you did, dumbass. Vivian is the only one on our side. All others think we are an experiment.'

'I don't care about the Immortal. All this time you've been fucking for recreation, not procreation. You are a poor excuse for a wolf.'

'I never was a wolf, until today. I never knew you existed, so get over yourself'

"Rodrique, are you still with us?"

"Oui, just waiting for Connor to shut his mouth."

"So he is still in there with you?"

"Isn't that what I just said. Fucking idiots. I am Rodrique Connor. Pure born Alpha of the Loch Diergeirt Paca. I demand my mate be brought to me this instance."

'I'm sure they will wilt to your superiority,' laughing hysterically.

"Your mate?" Desmond asks, "You mean Candice?"

"Yes," he growls, "you have to the count of five and I come out looking for her."

"Calm down Rodrique. She is here. To let you know this is the most resistant glass to fire, bullets and supernatural strength."

"You ever tested it on an Alpha?"

"Well..."

"That's five." Rodrique shifts quicker this time. The pain is not as bad as before. When he stands an even six and a half feet, in his hybrid form, he checks himself out in the mirrored glass. After a moment of admiration he rushes the glass, flinging his whole body against it. The first time he bounces off, the next try he hits shoulder first and a crack bursts in the glass. After that he continues to rush the glass making the crack spider web out. They must have left the mike on because I hear someone shout. 

"Should he be able to do that?" I don't get to hear the response because he hits the glass again. This time a hole forms. He stops bashing against it and begins clawing the hole bigger, working his mouth into it. He bites a chunk off and shakes his head, flinging it across the room. At that moment the inner door opens. Half a dozen of our brethren pour in. Rodrique stretches to full height, which is still six inches shorter than them. A growl rumbles from our chest as he runs our tongue along the sharp teeth. All others are on alert ready for us to spring into action. Nothing happens. Rodrique snarls loudly trying to make his body move. It is taking every ounce of strength to hold him. All I am thinking is human, I want to be myself. All of a sudden our body collapses to the floor in human form.

"Did you see that?" someone sounds awed.

"Connor?" Vivian asks from the hole in the glass.

"Hey baby, I..I..." I lose consciousness. 

Rodrique is flying through the doorway and I jump on his back. We tumble and roll across the floor. He switches from full wolf to my alter-ego. We keep swinging, kicking and cursing as we wrestle. Finally we settle down and stare at one another as we try to catch our breath. His scratches and broken nose heal instantaneously.

"I am not a pussy."

"You are quicker than I thought."

"Like it is possible for you to have separate thoughts."

"I do. Our difference is you could never hear me. I have felt every pleasure, every pain in our life."

"All of it?"

"Yes, from the day of birth to our current state."

"You remember mother and father?"

"Many memories will be yours if you accept this," motioning to his form.

"Every day?"

"Even that day, yes."

"Show me," I demand.

The dingy basement apartment. I loved living in the earth. I pretended my mother and I lived in a cave in the woods. I remember how upset she would get with me when I pretended to be a wolf. I was kept hidden at home as much as possible. She worked as a seamstress during the day, doing most sewing during daylight. During the nights I was forced to play in the dark closet, always pretending I was on a scouting mission. Sometimes I was in a human war, others I was a lion watching grazing gazelles. Anything to block out the sounds from the room beyond. A three year old doesn't comprehend the atrocity but my wolf knew.

The night I asked about is in full swinging. My mother tucked me away in the closet with my stuffed animals. I was used to her conversational chatter with the men. She was working hard to learn the American dialect. The thing I have to admit now is she was a prostitute, but that night the conversation was different. The male didn't ask her to do the usual gross things to him.

"I know it is you," the male accused.

"Well yes," she answered slowly, "you made the appointment."

"Don't play coy, bitch. They are all searching for you. Give me the boy, I will seek asylum for you with my Alpha." The male didn't like her answer because all denials died on her lips. I remember the door ripped open, light blinding me as Super Wolf (it was a dog but to me it was more than that) took down a giraffe. The man before me was very big like my Daddy but then he yanked me out of the closet. I bit and scratched as he tried to control me. Then he was shaking me like a ragdoll. I saw my mother naked and covered in blood, carelessly tossed across the bed. Then I couldn't breathe, his yellow eyes looked sad. That is the last thing Rodrique shows me.

"What about the rest?"

"You already know how we became this human."

"I mean where is our mother's murderer?"

"Trust me, I will never forget those eyes. We will search the world over for his head."

"That makes me no different from Roderin."

"We are different. Our ancestor was born into this. Roderin was and still is a creature of greed. All wolves dream of being an Alpha but only few are ever born with the blood to be one. Plus to avenge our father's life we must also avenge our mother."

"How do you know so much?"

"Father taught everything he could in our few shared years."

I stand at the edge of a forest. All the trees cleared from around the circle. I am looking in from the west; a platform is to the south side, carved out of the mountain itself. At the very base of the slope are two and a half foot tree stumps circling the entire thing, blackened carvings on each. Not five feet behind me the forest is thick and crowding. The black pools of blood give the circle a darker haze. Some Weres stand and shout as a male stands on the dais and slits the throat of an infant. That male is Roderin. I may not know him by sight but his aura is tattooed on my brain.

The crowd erupts into more violence as Immortals and more Weres pour from the forest. Just like the feeling with Roderin, I recognize Arden the moment he is behind his brother. The battle wages, bodies drop by the dozens. An arm grips my shoulder tight as I watch Roderin and Arden face off. Like me my great, great grandfather has a big height disadvantage but he is in no short supply of lethal speed.

Then it is over. Bodies of each race litter the ground. Roderin and his remaining wolves are fleeing. Arden is on his knees, cradling the infant. I see Vivian climb up to stand beside him. She places her hand on his shoulder and I see her lips move. Arden bends over in complete anguish.




Connor Thomas Ch. 15



"Ghastly is it not?"

"Looks like nothing more than blood and death."

"The smell is horrid." The man beside me looks down. "You do look like him."

"Father," looking into those green eyes there is no doubt.

"This will happen again, if you do not embrace your destiny."

"You mean accepting Rodrique?"

"What you see now happened long ago," my counterpart says from my side.

"Arden watched as another of his grandchildren were killed before given a chance at life," my father answers, "For hundreds of years he watched over us. Every single loss of a male heir took a piece of his soul. Like with his last surviving pup, Arden fed his Immortal blood to any heir of his spawn, especially Aedan. It made his last pure son stronger and smarter. Only ones of our blood know this. Vivian is the only other vessel made of the same blood. The more you two share of it the stronger you will both become. You are the one to achieve the impossible, Rodrique Thomas Connor."

"You are Aeden's son?" I ask.

"I was his first grandchild. The only one to survive. My brothers and sisters were methodically searched out and murdered. My father died before me in battle. My father and his drilled our history into my brain. Our moves after that are lost in myth. When Aedan attempted to remove Roderin he met Arden's fate. My father was murdered by a rogue Fusion. They wanted the war to continue in hopes of defeating the Werewolves. I knew I had to go underground after that.

"Living, scrounging on your own is a hard life for our kind. For a few years I lived as a wolf always. Your mother was not my first child bearer. All before her gave me daughters, when I told them our fate they fled. I tried to protect them all and failed miserably. 

"Your mother found me after I was injured defending my last litter. Both daughters and their mother were killed. I never believed in mates until I saw Deja. It took us two years to conceive you. The night of my heir's birth is unforgettable. I did everything to ensure your survival. I arranged for your wolf to be bound, separated from you. If you blame anyone, blame me. I gave my life to protect you. Your mother gave hers too. I have no doubt that you are the true Heir. I am proud to call you son."

"I might already be a father," I turn toward him but I am alone. I turn completely searching for him but find myself back in the cave. "You chose this from my childhood fantasy," I state, meeting Rodrique's eyes. His yellow eyes look pained. As I look at my wolf I do not feel like I see a separate creature. I reach out to stroke his head. The wolf whines as it nuzzles, then licks my hand. I drop to my knees and wrap my arms around the reddish, brown fur. I bury my face against its neck and accept my fate.

I can't believe the sensations that greet me when I wake. It is like I can feel every nerve ending. My skin feels alive with something simmering below the surface. I wonder if I can change at will now. The feelings are very weird. I no longer feel the second presence, I am completely whole. Memories and instincts are flooding my system. I close my eyes and breathe deep. So many new smells greet me. I decide to sort those out later.

I open my eyes and see I am still in a cell but this is slightly better. No glass is visible in here, which I am a little disappointed about. Actually want to look at myself and see the physical change, if there is one. The air feels thicker. I can sense others outside the door. I stand and stretch, admiring how different it feels. When I think of what a true Alpha would do in this situation, I know the answer. I throw my head back and howl a long sorrow felt sound, calling to all who have fought for and lost in the war.

During the next eternity I pace, examining all the information awakened inside me. So much energy I cannot stay still, doing a thorough search I find no cameras or microphones in here. Strange considering the scientific aspect of the other room. An hour, which feels more like two days, passes. I stop and stare as the door opens. At this moment she looks her three hundred and some odd years.

"It's good to see you, love. I should have known you would control the change quickly," smiling at me from the doorway.

"Come," holding out my hand toward her. She searches my face for any hint of danger.

"I now know why our bond is so strong. Our blood fuels one another. We are two halves of a whole, the last of our kind." I still have my arm extended toward her. She slowly steps into the room, a hand grabs her forearm.

"Let her go," I growl. "She belongs to me; no one is to touch her without permission." The Were looks at me and quickly releases her, bowing his head. Vivian comes into my arms as I crush my mouth to hers.

Her scent, her flavor engulfs me. I know she needs me to make love to her but that is impossible. 

"I have been waiting so long for you to be reborn," she breathes as we come up for air.

"I am not him," I answer looking down at her.

"You are what he could not be and still what created me." She pulls my mouth back onto hers, or tongues devouring one another. At this moment I know this is going to be quick and brutal. I can sense all the need inside her. Suddenly I realize I can hear her thoughts, I jerk back and look into her eyes. "Block them out. Imagine a wall enclosing your mind." I close my eyes and begin to build it up in my head; her wet tongue moving along my neck, down my chest is quite distracting. I finally give up and turn my attention toward her. 

Her lust and the lust of my brethren in the hall are drowning me. I use my hands and teeth to rip her clothing off. I know my eyes have bled to yellow as I shove my face into her crotch. The scent of her arousal is consuming. She is back against the wall as I taste her. A growl from me, a moan from her as I waste no time devouring her. Her rich taste was already mapped on my brain, now it is tattooed there. I realize this is more than just sex. We are going to fuse our lives, blood of my blood.

My reflexes are quicker than I could have imagined. In the time it took me to think about turning her around and taking her, I am already in position. I kick her legs wider and line up.

"I'm yours," she whispers. With that I slam all the way in with a howl. One hand braced on the wall I move her hips back to get as deep as possible. Then I realize I have shifted in hybrid form and take complete pleasure in the fact. I can feel the hunger of the males watching from the doorway as I claim Vivian. She encourages me with moans, groans and nasty words. Her pussy feels so tight as I pound her, I figure out I have grown physically in size, you know what I mean. I am waiting for her to go over the edge, I slide my hand down to finger her clit, helping her over the brink. When I feel her constricting around my cock, I jerk her head back.

"I can't taste you," she pleads. I shove my wrist to her lips roughly as my teeth clamp down on her shoulder. Her teeth pierce my wrist a second later. The feeling is more than I have ever experienced in life. The heady taste of her blood quickly moves through me. While she sucks at my wrist I can feel our blood, mixing, changing us. She is a creation of Arden as much as I. 

"Let them taste," she says quietly. I didn't even notice we have fallen to our knees. My body is still furred and my cock still buried inside her. Taste? What is she talking about, but I already know. Not just sexual lust but blood lust is in the eyes of the four Werewolves at the door. I sit back on my heels, stretching Vivian before me in offering. Her blood runs down her chest onto her stomach, my blood is smeared over us both.

I watch cautiously as one makes his approach. I can sense it is Bruno, I swallow my revulsion at having them lick us, knowing this is my duty and will not be the last time. All have shifted to full wolf form and the first rough tongue sends chills down my spine. The revulsion is quickly replaced by a feeling of power. These strong warriors are bowing before me, begging for a taste of my blood, my seed. The four take their time licking us clean, not a drop of blood is left when they lay on the floor beside us. Looking at the four wolves with their heads laying on their front paws, eyes watching me intently, I don't know if I am ready for this but I owe it to them to try.

"I am Rodrique Thomas Connor. The only True Alpha to the Loch Deirgeirt Paca Throne. I request my mate be brought before me and she will face the facts of our previous encounters. All that matters now is my seed is sewn and my Uncle is dispatched. I see blood on the horizon and my wolf runs toward it." My howl is answered by every wolf within hearing distance.



Connor Thomas Ch. 16



Thank you for patiently sticking with me. 

  - The Rev.

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Say yes we live uncertainty
And disappointments have to be
And every day we might be facing more.
Yes we live in desperate times
With faded words and shaking rhymes
There's only one thing here worth hoping for.
-	The Avett Brothers


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Candice will not mate until she speaks to her father. He arrives tomorrow. One half of me is furious. Rodrique, my wolf wants her now. Connor, my conscience is glad for the reprieve. I mean mating is forever. Candice will be my mate, my wife, mother of my children. At the same time I have feelings for Vivian. I love her. I know I said I love Candice but I don't really know her. I think my Were half loves his mate but that has no bearing on my real emotional state. 

Permanent mate. Is that not what happened between Viv and me the other day? The feelings afterward were intense. I took her several more times those first days before she quit coming. I have been kept in seclusion. At times my wolf flips out, others I am my usual rational self. Unstable is the only way to describe myself. So I have been kept under lock and key. Everyone afraid I will lose all sanity. Search for a way to my mate.

Mate. Sigh. I am back to the same dilemma. Seriously, I always thought there was one woman for me, couldn't wait to get married. At one point I thought of asking Kayla to marry me but now that the moment is here I am having second thoughts.

"You are thinking too much," the woman between my legs says.

"How can you tell?"

"Usually when I suck a guy this big down my throat he blows pretty quickly," sitting back she continues to stroke my hard length.

"Do you believe in mates?"

Her tongue runs up my shaft, circling the head before she sits back, "of course."

"I can assume you are unmated?"

"I have not yet met my soul mate."

"But you believe in him?"

"Yes, I believe there is one person out there made for me."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"What makes you believe in soul mates?"

"It is just something all Werewolves are brought up believing." I harrumph. "I notice you didn't ask if I believe in love or have ever been in it for that matter."

"Well do you?"

"Yes. I once loved a male in my pack. He was not my soul mate but we were in love."

"What happened?"

"His father forbid our union. I was not high enough rank to be his bride."

"Is that why you left your pack?"

"Not the only reason but one of them."

"Can I ask how you came to be in this clan?"

"You are a strange one." I quirk an eyebrow at her. "I have never had a male want to have a conversation instead of this," she motions my hard cock with her hand.

"Why are you here anyway? I know you said Vivian sent you but why?"

"She said you needed to relieve some stress. I was told to suck you off but not engage in intercourse."

"Even though you are aroused?"

"Yes," she sighs. 

"Why were you forbidden?"

"You are the Heir. Your seed is meant to breed Alphas. I am a Gamma."

"I am to assume that is bad?"

"Alphas and Betas mix pretty regular. Both tend to fuck Gammas if they feel the need for release but we are never to be elevated beyond. I've seen women forced to miscarry because the pack did not want an Alpha bastard born to such low ranking whores. My love was a Beta. Our families made it clear that it was only recreational fun between us. He let our Alpha force him to mate another, when that happened I fled. I could never accept a system that made you bend to their will regardless of your happiness."

"But this clan imposes the same rules upon you?"

"No. Today is the first time I was ever told not to fuck someone. Usually we are all allowed any freedom with our bodies. Male, female, Weres or Immortals mix regularly around here."

"What would you say if I want you on my cock?"

"I feel your power. I wanted to fuck you the moment I saw you."

"You hold back because?"

"Vivian gave me a home when I had nothing. She has given me a family that accepts me no matter my race or rank. I don't want to let her down."

"So," I lick my lips, "If I threw you down on the bed and ravaged you, you would fight back?"

"I'm not stupid. I know your wolf wants to dominate."

"That wasn't a no."

"It was not a yes either."

I pull her up onto my lap, she gasps as she looks down at me. My hand grips her hip as the other slides between her legs to feel how excited she really is. I bare my teeth at the wetness I find. Rodrique quickly pushes to the forefront. We could care less of her rank. She is a willing female Werewolf and we are going to have our way with her. My hand moves to my cock, stroking it a few times before holding it up to her opening. She half-heartedly squirms away from me. I lift my hips and press the head into her. Her lips part on a gasp. Grabbing her hips with both my hands I slam my entire cock into her welcoming core. Basking in her scream.

In no time I am gliding in and out of her. My hands moving her on my cock as much as she is. She is looking at me in awe as I push up into her. I pull her off and flip her over. She instantly positions herself on her hands and knees. I waste no time lining my cock up and slamming it back home. She is very vocal as I assault her pussy. My hand is on her neck pushing her face into the mattress as I fuck her. I realize I don't care about her at this moment. My wolf only wants its release. To fill her with our seed, ensuring our survival. Blood is everything in a Werewolf's world. My blood, my seed is shooting out of my cock into this viable vessel right now. She is clawing at the bed beneath her as her pussy milks me for my seed.

Self-hate is what I feel as she collapses beneath me. I could never admit it to her. I find no real pleasure in the fact that I used her like the whore her clan claimed she was. I am such a bastard. 

"You have to go," I choke out.

"That was.."

"Don't say it. I am such a bastard. Just go. I have ruined you."

"No Connor...."

"Go!" I scream at her. 

"Did I do something wrong?" She is on the verge of tears. I begin pacing, a loud growl coming out of my mouth. She shrinks back into the corner of the bed. I stop and look at her.

"She should not have sent you." I begin pacing again. "She knows I have no impulse control. Did she really expect me to resist a willing female?" That's when I have a revelation. She wanted this. Vivian wants me to procreate. Must be why she quit coming to see me. Our coupling could never produce any fruit. She is worried I might fail to defeat Roderin. If there are bunch of little Connors running around she will have more options later. I should have seen this coming when she became excited about the possibility of Candice being pregnant.

Oh great, Candice. What will she say if she finds out I impregnated another female before we are mated? My furred fist connects with the wall. Fucking great, I'm so worked up I shifted and didn't even notice. A whimper from the corner brings me back to the naked female on my bed. The fear in her face lets me know she feels my rage. I step closer, breathing deep. Rodrique savors the smell of fear on her.

"Run," I growl. A small shake of her head. I reach out and grab her ankle. Her other foot slams into my chest as she tries to free yourself from my grasp. "Yes, fight back little one," I growl again. The scent of fear grows stronger as she kicks with her free leg, her hands scratching at my body as I pull her to me. 

"No," she screams as I drag her onto the floor. Her resistance doubles as she shifts into hybrid form. She clearly thinks I am going to kill her right now. For a brief moment I wonder where the guards are but quickly get back to my previous intent. Rodrique would be purring in happiness right now if he was a cat. My wolf loves the struggle the female is putting up, that is until her claws scrape my right cheek deep. Then I am snarling in her face, dripping blood. She stills and her eyes widen when she understands my real intention. 

My cock is buried deep in one thrust. Snapping my teeth inches from her face, she whimpers and bares her throat. My teeth clamp down, not breaking skin just holding her still. Her claws sink into my back and she whines as I pound into her. Growling incessantly I work her hard and fast. My wolf enjoying his small victory and chance at reproducing. When she tries to move with my thrusts my teeth clamp down harder and she stills. Rodrique wants complete control in this moment. He wants his pleasures from this warm body and nothing else. It disgusts me that I have such animalistic tendencies. Maybe Werewolf packs don't purposefully disrespect the women it is just more of a base instinct. I throw my head back and howl loudly as I roughly shove my cock in as far as it will go and unload inside her.

I look down at her as I feel her contracting around my spent cock. How could she have enjoyed that? I used her body and possibly impregnated her yet she had an orgasm. Then I feel it. Vivian is near, she knows. Fury overtakes me. My wolf wants to stay inside her, make sure our seed is accepted. The human part of me in enraged. I pull out of her and fling myself at the door. 

"You bitch," I growl. "How could you!" I scream. I begin to beat on the door. Bloody dents appear in the steel as I ruin my hands. 

"Stop," a soft plea as a hand touches my shoulder. I turn on the woman. Teeth bared I grab her by the throat and slam her into the wall. Her hands immediately trying to pry mine off so she can breathe.

"Are you happy? You enjoyed getting fucked by the Heir. You can brag to all the others that you had me, are going to have my child. I can see why women and children were destroyed over unwanted spawn. I hate myself for what just happened. A woman I love and trust just manipulated me. Used you just like she used me."

"Let her go Connor. She is innocent." I turn to see Vivian just inside the room. I keep my hand on the female's throat as I pull her in front of me, her back pressed against my chest. 

"I can kill her before you could stop me."

"You won't."

"You are so sure?" I snarl at her.

"You would hate yourself too much." God damn it, why does she have to be right? I push the woman forward into Vivian; she stumbles back as she catches her. Unbelievable rage is coursing through me. Where are these violent urges coming from? Before Vivian can open the door to release the girl I am on her. Vivian lands on her stomach as I take her down. My full weight has her pinned as I grab her hair. Jerking her head to the side I bite down and savagely feed from her neck. She screams in pain as she tries to buck me off. Her efforts weaken as I bleed her. I don't think she can die from this but I only really want to teach her a lesson.

The guards cannot get in the room because our bodies are blocking the door. The female is screaming, trying to get free from underneath us. She is partially pinned by Vivian's limp body. Hate is in my eyes as I look at her. These women used me. I am an Alpha, The Alpha. No one uses me and gets away with it. I am quickly on the woman. The screams stop suddenly when my teeth rip out her throat. I know she cannot survive it as I ravage her neck. I can taste her blood and flesh in my mouth. I feel Vivian's strength flowing through my veins.

I back up and wait for the door to burst open. I do not care what comes through it. I am going to be free once and for all. No more prisoner to other's will. I am the Alpha not them. How dare they keep me hostage. I should be worshiped like the king I am. Not treated like a criminal. I watch as the door slowly gets pushed open. The two men in the door are looking down at the bodies and too late realize the threat. I am on them in the blink of an eye. The next minutes are a haze of blood and screams. 

"Not you again," I groan. 

"You were expecting someone else?" my wolf half has a smart look on his face. I want to wipe it off. I step toward him and he grins.

"Why are you doing this?" I stop advancing, realizing that he wants a fight.

"Freedom."

"People are dead. I can taste their blood in my mouth."

"Delicious, isn't it?" licking his lips.

"Why am I here talking to you?" motioning to the cave. "I thought we are the same person."

"We are. You know when you talk to yourself it usually means you have mental problems," the wolfish grin reappearing. Rodrique thinks he is a comedian now.

"The only mental problem I have is you."

"I am you, so you must be insane."

"Why did you become violent?"

"You already had these urges before I was unbound. Did you forget about the boy in the orphanage? Did he ever regain vision in his right eye?"

"Fuck you," I snarl.

"Stop fighting your destiny."

"I don't want it."

"Too fucking bad," he screams at me. "I am fucking sick of your bitching. This," motioning to himself, "is the real you. The binding has crippled you physically and mentally. I can accept the things my body lacks physically but unless you really want to go insane you have to accept the mental. You are a Werewolf. An Alpha Werewolf and do not deserve to be chained any longer. For twenty three years you, me lost out on our nature. Deep down you knew it, still know it now."

"The violence, the death, was it all necessary?"

"They can no longer ignore the fact of what you really are."

"You."

"The personality is all you. I am more your base instinct. All you have to do is trust it."

"Look where that got me," my response is sarcastic.

"You embraced it well in the end. The woman was delicious alive and dead. You cannot deny the rush of power you felt as you tore through the others." I glare at him, unable to lie to myself. "Hold on a sec. Listen."

"What is that?"

"Shh," waving his hand. 

"Good lord he was fast," a male is saying.

"I have never seen you bested like that by one creature," another responds.

"You are getting off track," a female cuts in. "What are we to do with him?"

"Can this really be because he has been denied his mate?" I recognize the speaker as Darius.

"I think it is a part of it. The captivity is most likely the cause of the violence," Desmond responds.

"I still do not understand why he turned on me," Vivian sounds sad.

"I should not have told you to send the female. I just wanted to be sure in his identification of his true mate. The fact that he did not bite the female during intercourse proves it," Desmond explains.

"If that didn't I'm sure the fact that he ripped her throat out helps," Darius tries to joke. 

"So is everyone agreed on the next course of action?" Desmond asks. Half-hearted grunts are his agreement. "Bring the girl. We have a mating ceremony to begin."

"Wait, what if she refuses?" Bruno questions.

"We set Connor free and he will take her in his own way. Let me just say it will be easier for me to do the proper rites if it is done here," Desmond is the man with the plan.

"So don't tell her why she is really coming down here?" Bruno asks.

"Exactly."

I look over to Rodrique with a smug grin on his face.

"This was all about you getting laid?" I am exasperated.

"This was about joining my life force with another."

"I thought that was what I did with Vivian?"

After a moment he responds, "Your vampire half mated with Vivian but Candice is my Werewolf mate."

"Wait, what? Vampire half?"

"I can't believe I never thought of it before. I always thought you were just the human half but now I realize we really are different parts of the same body," talking more to himself than me.

"You are not making any sense. There is no way I can be part vampire. I am not immortal, I can go out in the sun, I eat real food."

"Not an Immortal in the way Vivian and Darius are but our blood is part Immortal. Remember on the battlefield, Father told us about Arden strengthening his children with his Immortal blood. The whole time it was a mix of the races. Arden never reached full maturity but he was still born of Were blood. After his death the blood was still passed down through his offspring. It took Vivian's blood to awaken that part of you."

"She gave me her blood the night we met."

"I remember. It unlocked my cage."

"What cage?"

"The magic created an unreachable part of your mind. Down that path is the room that I was imprisoned in," motioning to the opening on the left.

"Didn't you create this?" motioning to the cave.

"It doesn't matter. Nothing changes the fact that I was locked away."

"Okay, whatever. Let's get back to the point." He just looks at me. "That you and me really are different people, halves, whatever you want to call it."

"Two halves of the same whole. One without the other is not complete. This duality when awake is because the different instincts are warring, confused perhaps."

"How do we fix it?" After a moment of consideration a mischievous grin appears. He walks over and puts his arm around my shoulders. Looking up I realize he is what I might look like if I was never bound. 

"Come, let me show you my cage," trying to keep a straight face.

"Fuck you," I laugh as I shove him away. Just looking at each other we both burst out laughing.

"It's this better than the fighting?" wiping away a tear.

"You can't think of anything can you?" I ask Rodrique.

"You can't either," he teases.

"No, I really can't."

"For now I say let us go through with the mating. Once both of us have joined with our mates we can discuss this further."

"Oh great, now every time I am asleep I have to look at you."

"Well I am the better looking one."

"The vain one maybe." We both laugh. No matter how you look at it my drive and determination comes from my Were half. He is the embodiment of my strength, my core. "Let's go get laid," with a suggestive eyebrow wiggle. His laugh was the response I was going for.

"For sure, but don't fight your instincts this time. It is time for them to feel the full force of this True Alpha's power."

How do you choose one mate over another? I feign sleep and watch the scene before me, Vivian, Darius and Desmond in deep conversation. I don't try to listen in. Instead I just enjoy watching their body language. It takes me a few minutes to really absorb Viv's appearance. Her skin is extremely pale; a bandage wraps around her neck and disappears beneath her top. What did I do to her?

"He is awake, you know?" All of their eyes fall on me. I smile sheepishly. I try to rise but can't. I growl.

"Can you contain him again quickly if he loses control?" asks Darius.

"Yes," Desmond nods.

"Then let him up," Darius looks unsure.

"It is done," Desmond says. Even though I feel no different, I try to rise and can. Sitting up I take a quick assessment of my body. A few scrapes, nothing major but I am still covered in blood and grime. Also what does a guy have to do around here to get some clothes?

"Why aren't you healing?" I ask Vivian.

"You nearly bled her dry. It takes powerful blood and a lot of it to heal her," Darius answers. I give him an angry look for answering. I was clearly talking to Vivian.

"Since the same blood runs through our veins, come feed from me," I look her in the eye as I speak. I snarl when she looks to Darius for his opinion. "I am your mate. You do not need his approval."

"I am not asking for his approval. I do not trust you and want to be sure it is safe," she finally speaks to me. 

"I am sorry for what happened. I thought you manipulated and betrayed me. I love you, Vivian. You are my Immortal mate. I will never again bring harm to you." I can see my words have shocked her but she slowly makes her way to me. Sliding in between my legs her hand moves up to my hair. None to gently she jerks my head to the side and bites down. It should hurt but I have become accustomed to the pleasure of her bite.




Connor Thomas Ch. 16



"Take all you need," I moan as she sucks hard. I can hear her swallowing and my cock grows hard. My hands lightly stroke her back and she moans into my throat, biting again when the wound obviously closes.

"Do not drain him. He needs strength to perform the ceremony," Desmond warns. She bites again, pulling hard, now growling into my neck. I slide a hand around to cup her breast. My thumb moves over her hard nipple as I squeeze it. She pulls back to look up at me. My blood is on her lips and I lean down to lick it off. When she opens to me I slip inside. Her hand forces my mouth to hers as she bites my tongue, sucking the blood from it. Suddenly she is being pulled from me.

"Enough," Darius warns. She turns on him, fangs bared. "You are welcome to my blood," he offers his throat to her. With barely a pause she is on him, teeth in his artery. Before my anger can completely take over Bruno walks in. Candice is right behind him followed by Boris who looks worse for wear. Could I really have done that to the big man?

Candice is confused as she looks over us all. I am still sitting on the table covered in the blood of our dead clan. Vivian is lost in Darius' blood. I can't believe I am the cause of her starved state. Closing the door, Boris crosses his arms and stands with his feet apart. A battle stance. Bruno looks surprised by the atmosphere but when Desmond nods to him he takes up position beside his brother. 

"What's going on?" Candice looks back to the twins blocking the door.

"It's time Candice," I state as I ease myself off the table. I take a second to roll my neck and stretch a few muscles.

"But my father, you agreed."

"It makes no difference either way. If he didn't give his blessing would you really back out?" Her hesitation pisses me off. "You are not the daughter of the Alpha. Your father is only second in command. I have no obligation to your pack, except maybe challenging your intended mate. If he arrives with your father as expected he can make his claim then." I have advanced on her the entire time. She has begun to circle away and I follow her movement. "He can choose his life or his pride. Either way I win."

"I am his only daughter."

"I am you mate and your new Alpha." She shakes her head in what I take as denial. An evil grin splits my lips. "My word is law, since you want to challenge that let me make you my first example." With that I am on her. She twist in my grasp and runs for the door. The twins do not even flinch; actually avoid even looking at her. Their heads high they appear oblivious to the circumstances. 

What was it Rodrique said about an Alpha's power? Instinct he was preaching. A small voice tells me to let go. When I do the power erupts from me with a jolt. Not one person in the room is untouched. I hear gasps from several. Candice drops to her knees before the twins who are looking at me in shock or is that fear? Desmond takes a step back, his hands out testing the feel of my aura. Vivian clutches tighter to Darius, both of who are breathing heavy. 

"Turn around," I growl at Candice. Slowly, she does what I ordered. "I like you in this position," I lick my lips down at her. She looks up to me in fear. I want to soften toward her but harden my resolve. "Touch me," I demand. 

Hesitantly she reaches out to grip my protruding erection. I smile down at her approvingly. She strokes me slowly.

"Taste it," when she hesitates I feel more of my power flow over them. She moves to take me in her mouth. I grab her head and push my cock in. I snarl as the pleasure of her sucking the head washes over me. I look up to see Boris and Bruno watching her. My chuckle draws their gaze to my eyes. Boris actually looks embarrassed; I see no apology in Bruno's eyes. I smile at them as I shove my cock down Candice's throat, using her mouth just like I plan to use her body. I only let myself enjoy the sensation for a few minutes before I push her away.

"I am ready to earn my prize Candice," taking a step back from her. She just looks up at me.

"They are drowning in your aura, lower it," Desmond tells me. I want to tell him to fuck off but my wolf wants Candice to put up a fight. Almost like sucking in air I reign in my power. Everyone seems to take a deep breath. I take mental note of their reaction. 

"Connor, please," Candice begs.

"Challenge me," I hiss. 

After a moment of contemplation she stands. I can see her building up her resolve. I think she realizes that I am going to take her. The only way to ensure her survival, that I actually mate her is to fight back. She may be my True Mate but my Alpha will not accept weakness. If she surrenders to me easily I do not want her as my Queen. It may be a hard decision but one an Alpha has to make. I think she finally sees it in my eyes. 

When she shifts and takes a battle stance I am pleased. For a few minutes we just circle each other. I am still in human form and play with her for a few minutes more. Dodging, feigning, I actually let her get in a hit. When I laugh, she gets mad and draws blood when she connects in earnest. That ends the playfulness. When I shift my power flows out too. Her eyes grow wide in fear but I can smell how aroused she really is. She is just waiting for me to take her, yearns for it. It is the natural instinct of female Weres to be dominated by their male. She can be secure in his strength. Knowing he can care for her and their children. Children. With that thought my wolf, Rodrique ends the battle.

I should feel ashamed as I pin her to the ground a ram my cock into her. Instead my animal basks in his success. The joy of her struggle sickens me as I continue to force myself into her tight channel. Wet as she may be it is still tight. Taking her on the floor of some cell, witnessed by others should not be as pleasurable as it feels. We are mating, basically marrying. We should be making love in a nice soft bed. Instead I can feel the cold concrete beneath my knees. At least with her fur, Candice's back won't get scratched up. Mine sure is though. She wraps her legs tight around my hips, drawing me in while her nails draw blood from my hide. I growl happily at the pleasure I am issuing.

The fur on my body stands on end as Desmond begins to chant. A part of my mind acknowledges the words flowing from his mouth. My body only feels the soft pliant one beneath it. I pull Candice's leg up over my right arm and surge into her. Her head falls to the side as a whine escapes her mouth. I move forward to clamp my teeth over her throat. She stiffens, giving me total control as I begin to pound her forcefully. The leash on my powers has snapped entirely. The force of my will engulfs the room as I sate myself on my conquest. 

Momentarily I pull my head back, breathing deep as I lay claim to my mate. My Immortal half recognizes the sight before us. Darius has Vivian pinned to the wall. Her dress up around her hips as he takes her quickly. Pants around his ankles and his ass bare. Her legs are around his waist and mouth locked on his as he drives into her repeatedly. My growl causes her eyes to open. They flash surprise moments before Darius pierces her neck. 

Desmond's words reach a crescendo, causing my pleasure to do the same. My attention brought back to the perfect body beneath me. Our eyes meet and I know this feels perfect to her too. As my cock begins to erupt I bite down hard on Candice's neck. I can feel my seed jetting into her waiting vessel. At the same instant her teeth pierce me. Desmond is basically shouting as our blood, our lives entwine. I can feel every beat of Candice's heart, every breath she takes. My cock feels every contraction as she milks me for my seed. I wrap her tight in my arms and keep my cock buried deep as our union completes. Our souls, our bodies and lives are no longer our own. We are a pair. Two halves of the same whole or thirds? Quarters? Not even sure how it adds up with my two selves and separate mates. I do know that at this moment my mind is at ease. As much as it can be anyway, my Were is hoping for a conception from the mating but deep inside I am not ready for parenthood. Plus the jealousy my Immortal half feels over Vivian and Darius is in the back of my mind.



Connor Thomas Ch. 17



This place rings with echoes of
Lives once lived but now are lost
Time spent wondering about tomorrow
I don't care if we lose it all tonight
Up in flames, burning bright
Warming the air of the world

-Rise Against

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We didn't have long after the mating ceremony before Candice's father arrived. I wanted to jump up and ring Darius' neck but it was not the time. I had no idea of the real time. From the slaughtering, unconsciousness and mating, it got away from me. Candice and I needed a shower and to get briefed on what to expect from her father and his entourage. Candice and I were escorted to a bedroom with adjoining bath. Told that food would be brought up soon and someone to fill us in on the Huron Pack. 

Candice and I decide to share a shower. Now that the mating is complete our bond is solidified. Almost feels like something you could physically touch. I can't keep my hands and eyes off of her. She is perfection to me. I am standing behind her in the shower washing her slowly. My soapy hands sliding down her back and around her hips. I lean in to nuzzle her neck and stop when I see the wound there. I don't know what I expected, maybe for it to quickly heal like Vivian's does. There are four deep bite wounds from my top and bottom canine teeth. The other smaller teeth barely broke the skin but there is a red outline of them. I take a deep breath but only smell the blood. Am I actually supposed to know what I smell like? Next I lean closer and run my tongue over it. A shiver moves through her body.

"Like that?" Doing it again, my hands slide up to cup her breasts. I feel her nipples hardening. "I'd say you do," slowly tracing the wound with my tongue.

"You know what the significance is right?"

"I know it marks you as mine."

"It will leave a scar, yours will too. Everyone will know that we are mated. It is like a wedding band you cannot take off." 

"Guess I should have proposed first," I joke kissing on her bite mark again. She shudders and her nipples pierce my palms. "I think it is more like an on switch," chuckling against it.

"They will definitely be erogenous zones," tilting her head back to meet my lips. I run my thumbs over her beaded nipples as my tongue enters her mouth. The kiss is slow, teasing. Her tongue is prodding mine, trying to push back into my mouth. I kiss her deeper and she gives up control. 

She brings a hand up to stroke my forearm as I run it across her stomach, her other slides into my wet hair. I never did finish washing her but now all I can think about is marking her again as mine, rubbing my scent all over her body. 

'My body,' Rodrique growls.

"Yours," she answers aloud. I pull back in shock and look into her eyes. She doesn't appear surprised that she answered my mental claim. Is that just a mate thing or can all Weres do it? Candice rubs her body back against mine and brings me back to the moment. I realize that this warm body is mine, just as I am hers. My other hand descends down her body, seeking her hotter core. Just as quickly I stop, she grunts in indignation. 

"I want to do it right this time. Let me worship the body you have given me properly." She smiles up at me and pulls my lips back to hers for a brief kiss.

After the shower I take my time drying her off, then hastily rub the damp towel over myself. I am already fighting my wolf to take this slow. He is ready for another chance to reclaim his mate. I want to savor the body laid before me. I climb over her and gently kiss Candice's lips. Pulling back I look into her eyes. I want to declare my love in this moment but feel like it would be insincere. Our wolf halves may be destined for the other but I can't forget the fact that I really don't know this woman. I love what I have discovered so far but what secrets does she have? What if I am mated to a woman I can never love? At the same time how can I love more than one at the same time. I can honestly say that Vivian has my heart but can Candice hold it with her?  

A small frown crosses her face as she watches the emotions flick across mine. I lean in to kiss her lips again before moving down farther. I kiss her chin, her jawline and run my tongue up behind her ear. Her fingers grip my shoulders as I move down her neck. I make my way over to her "on" switch and smile against it. One of her hands slide up into my hair pressing me for more. Barely touching it with the tip of my tongue causes her to moan. My cock is so fucking hard already, pressing into her thigh. She shifts her leg to rub along the length of it and I close my mouth over the mark, sucking hard. She screams out in pleasure. 

I tear my mouth away after a few minutes and crush her lips with mine, my full weight pressing her into the bed. The friction of my chest against her breasts is delicious. Her other leg wraps around mine as we grind together. We are too quickly building toward penetration. I still plan to worship every inch of her with my mouth. With reluctance I pull back. Sitting back on my heels I bring my hands slowly up her body. Across her flat stomach, over her ribs which causes her to shudder. I wrap my hands around her ribs, stroking my thumbs under her breasts. I find a sensitive spot on the left, pressing harder with my fingers brings forth a gasp. My lips on it force out the moan. I swirl my tongue around her sensitive skin while my hands make their way to her tits. The perfect handful, actually my hands completely cover them. I squeeze them before I bring my mouth up to join in the worship. Candice writhes beneath me as my lips suck on her left nipple. I have the whole areola in my mouth trying to take all the flesh with it. Candice's hands are tearing at my hair, trying to make me move down.

"We don't have all day," she growls.

"Anxious are we?" I grin up at her while moving my hands downward. Her answer is to lift her hips up to my seeking fingers. I slide one along her slit finding her hot and wet. A rumble comes from my throat as I work it inside. 

"Yes," she sighs. I watch the pleasure flit across her face as I leisurely stroke the one digit inside her. She screams again when my mouth joins in. This time I think I might actually lose some hair as her hands tear at it. I slide a second finger in as my tongue tastes her unique flavor. I feel her strength as her hips buck up to meet my thrusting fingers. I close my mouth on her clit and suck hard. Her hips are frozen in the air for a moment as her orgasm rushes from her body. Then just as quickly she is thrashing beneath me, pouring her release into my mouth. I wring every drop from her, taking her higher before slowly letting her come down. I lay my head on her hip as we both catch our breath.

"You better get up here and fuck me," she is trying to pull me up her body by my hair.

"I'm not in the mood," I deadpan.

"This says otherwise," rubbing her foot along my dripping cock.

"I won't be gentle," looking up the line of her body.

"Did I ask you to be?" That is all the encouragement I need. I am balls deep in an instant. Both of us moaning loud as I pull out then slam right back in with force. I work her hard and fast until she peaks again. Then I slow to draw out her orgasm. My mouth comes down on hers, our tongues matching my slower pace. 

"I love this," I can feel her tight heat on every inch of my cock. Her walls clasping, sucking me in deeper. "I love you," looking into her eyes.

"Not yet but we'll get there," undulating beneath me. I am taken back by her honesty. I wonder what she sees in my face right now. A sinister grin splits her lips right before she swirls her hips. My eyes roll back in my head as I feel her within every fiber of my being. From head to toe she is claiming me. I am her mate as much as she is mine. My body and soul are hers and at this moment as we slowly make love I feel it. I know it.

My orgasm is suddenly ripped out of me. I didn't even feel the pressure building but my cock is now spewing its load into this waiting womb. Hopefully sowing the seed of our future. 

"Take it all," I shout while riding out my finish. Her legs are locked around my waist and nails are in my shoulders. "Mine, this is mine, you are mine..." I keep repeating with each erupting thrust. Her mouth covers the mark on my neck, not biting just sucking. An inhuman howl is coming out of my mouth as I buck into her uncontrollably. 

I am above her, my weight pressing her into the bed and my cock softening inside her. I am surprised by the fact that I didn't shift. I can feel blood running down my arms and wonder how fucked up my tattoos are. I wonder if the quick healing will include the ink injected under my skin. When I shift I turn back into the same form. I'll have to pay attention next time and see what happens. Not something I thought of before and really why am I thinking of this shit now? I look down and see tears in her eyes. 

"Did I hurt you," I ask. She shakes her head.

"We need to get this meeting with my father over with, then you and I can talk."

"About why you were hesitant to mate me?" She looks at something over my shoulder as she nods.



All I can see is my mother's bloody, twisted body on the bed. For twenty some years I could not even remember her face. Once unbound, Rodrique gave me the one glimpse. Seeing those eyes, the ones that nearly choked the life from me brought every detail back. She could not shift and defend herself properly against him. I was blind in that closet but not deaf. They argued. I did not understand the nature of it except he was trying to find something. He tried to reason and bargain but when that didn't work I heard the slap of hand against flesh as he tried to beat it out of her. I clutched my animals tight trying to ignore the blows and crashing bodies as he threw my mother around the room. Screams and then her crying and his grunting followed. He called my mother horrible names as he raped her and then tore her throat out. 

The quiet afterward didn't last long as he searched, destroying the room. I was in tears huddled in the corner when he found me. When he reached in to grab me I lashed out and bit his hand. His slap blinded me. Then I was being dragged out. I kicked and scratched and bit him. My eyes move to his hand to see a scar where I had latched on with my teeth drawing blood and not letting go until he hit me in the side of the head. He knocked me around the room for a few minutes. A full grown man assaulting a four year old boy, not much of a challenge. His eyes are the last thing I remember, so hard, callous but filled with a kind of sadness. Like he was used to doing unspeakable acts and not having a choice in the matter. 

I am so lost in my head I have not heard one word of the conversation going on around me. Candice is beside me talking with her father. Vivian is at my other just observing. Bruno and another Were are behind us as back up. I barely noticed the six other Weres that arrived with Alexander Hull, Candice's father, second in command of the Huron Pack. I am brought back to the moment when I hear the word mutt.

"... this mutt? You would degrade yourself with someone who associates with Immortals?" her father is badgering her.

"You killed my mother," it comes out a whisper but clearly everyone hears it. Every eye in the room is now on me. Alexander looks at me. I see the shock in his eyes the moment he realizes who I am but he quickly covers it with a snarl.

"Possible, I rid the world of pollution and if she lay with Immortals she deserved the death." My eyes blaze fire at that moment. He may be good at schooling his features but I see his uncertainty for a millisecond.

"She was innocent, hunted because of someone else's fear." 

"So you say. I follow the orders of my Alpha; she clearly had broken some law."

"So you don't remember her?" He shrugs. "You murder women and children so often you can't recall them all, does your daughter know this about you?" He cannot mask the hate at this moment. I look over to see the confusion in Candice's eyes.

"So my reputation precedes me," is his answer. His crew snickers. "I am the enforcer of the Huron Pack. It is my job to punish those who break our laws."

"Her only crime was giving birth to me."

"Then you should blame yourself for her death not me. Mutt spawn should be put down immediately." I take a step toward him. I could care less if he has about a foot on me, probably a good fifty pounds too. All I know is this man is responsible for my mother's death and my close brush with it. He stands tall and glares down at me. "Should I be scared of a runt like you?" he laughs. His pack joins him in it. I just stare at those eyes for a minute, hearing the whispers in my head, suggesting, urging for his blood. A calculating smile graces my lips. 

"Why should you be afraid of the Heir to the Loch Diergeirt Paca? Blood decedent of Arden Connor, son of Deja Jacques, the woman you beat then raped and murdered." I have stepped closer with each response. My eyes never leaving his, my grin widening at the understanding I see in them. "You should have checked for a pulse or did you purposely leave me alive? Hated to see the way the Were community was changing. No longer first born mated sons, only Alpha challenge born male heirs elevated to Alpha status. Thousands of years' worth of traditions being destroyed by one greedy fuck. Not even a true Alpha, his status stolen through underhanded means..."

"Enough," a younger male beside him cuts off my rant. A quick glance and I see Candice's fiancé stepping toward me, one of the bastard sons of the Huron Alpha. I barely register the movement as my hand slashes out at his neck. His mouth moves wordlessly as his hands reach up to cover his shredded throat. Blood is pouring though his hands as he drops to his knees. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion but in reality was only seconds. My clawed hand is clutching a bloody chunk. I hear Candice's screams and others shouting all around me. I turn back in time to see Alexander launch himself at me. We are on the ground instantly. My hands clawing at him as his fists connect with my body.

Revenge is the only thing that matters at this moment. Mentally I relinquish control to Rodrique. He has harbored the hate for this creature far longer than I. An inhuman roar rips from my throat as I shift. Another Were, Candice's brother tries to pull her father away from me but he is taken down by Bruno. Alexander is knocked off balance. He gets to his feet at the same time I do.

"Still a runt even as a Werewolf, pathetic," he laughs. "Let me show you what a real wolf looks like son." I don't wait for him to finish shifting before flying at him. We hit the ground rolling, fighting for top position. He may be bigger and stronger than me but nowhere near as quick. I see his fists coming moments before they can connect. If I could smile in this form I would at the moment I see his eyes register my fist connecting with his face. He shakes it off and we fight. It is brutal and bloody. He can't resist taunting me with things about my mother. 

"She was the worse fuck I ever had," he growls.

"Your daughter is phenomenal," I laugh back. Our voices are so strange and gravelly sounding in hybrid form. As the fight progresses the taunting continues. When he tries to insult me or my mother I come back with things I have done to his daughter. His only daughter. 

"Her mother was my boon for taking your life and your mother's." That response makes me falter. "You do realize your mate would have never been born if I would not have killed your mother," he tries to grin but in hybrid form it is more like a sneer. I know he is trying to goad me and I fall for it. He expects it when I launch myself at him, he twists to the side and I go skidding past. I shake my head to clear it. This man definitely has decades of fighting experience on me but he is having a difficult time beating me. I briefly wonder why no one is getting involved in the fight but soon realize the significance. He is not an Alpha but is one at a functional capacity. I have to prove myself as a capable Alpha. At this moment I understand that this is a battle to the death and I accept that. If only for the sake of my mother. The state of the supernatural world has no bearing on this moment. If I die here all hope may be lost for the end of the war but I could go in peace knowing I tried my hardest to avenge my mother. 

I am trying to recover when he hits me in the side and we go down. Claws slicing and teeth ripping. Pain and blood. His teeth are in my arm as an image flashes into my head. I wonder if Vivian will be able to survive my death. She is bound to me by blood and spirit. As if by thought alone my gaze is drawn behind me. I see the anxiety and sadness on her face. Can feel her willing me the strength to defeat him. I howl as pain shoots up my arm and something snaps inside. My other hand is a blur of blows. His eyes flash surprise the moment my claws pierce the soft skin under his jaw. 

"No!" Candice screams. I withdraw my hand and her father collapses onto me. His body shudders as blood pours from the gaping wound in his neck. I shove him off and slowly get to my feet. "Father," she runs over to crouch beside him. "Oh no, no, please.." she is pleading. My anger over takes me. I do something I never thought I was capable of. I grab her by the hair and yank her away from him. I look around the room to see four remaining Weres from the Huron pack bloody and battered. They are alive but restrained. Everyone was waiting to see the outcome of my battle. Candice's brother must have chosen to fight to the death because he lies crumpled not far from her dead fiancé. 

"The ally of our enemy is our enemy as well. The Huron Pack has proved to be in league with Roderin Connor." I yank Candice's head back and make her meet my eyes. I let her see my intention in them clearly. I look at her father and see him struggling to remain conscious. "You will denounce your allegiance to the Huron Pack and acknowledge me as your Alpha," I demand meeting Candice's eyes again. Her eyes move between me and her fathers. After her reluctance to mate me and her uncertainty now I lose it. I drag her up by her hair, pulling her back against my body. I realize my other arm is useless and shove her back down to the ground, right beside her father. He is struggling to move but a swift kick in the side and he ceases his struggle. I kneel down and begin to tear at her clothes. 

"Your daughter may be the product of my mother's death but she is going to be the vessel that ensures my future. The next generation of Connor Heirs will come from her womb. I have spent weeks already working on it." I am behind her naked body, forcing her up on her knees. "Denounce the Huron pack and acknowledge me as your Alpha or your father dies now." Alexander tries to shake his head but only succeeds in making the blood gush from his wounds. The remaining Huron Weres growl. They are quickly silenced by their captors. "Should the four of them die as well? It is your choice Candice," I growl into her ear loud enough that everyone in the room hears. 

"No," she chokes out after a moment. He father is gasping, trying to get her to look at him. She tilts her head to the side, looking away from everything as she answers, "the Huron pack is dead to me. Rodrique Connor is my Alpha and my mate." He father groans his disapproval at the same time I shove Candice down and ram my hard cock into her. She screams and he begins to struggle again but his strength is diminished. We may heal faster than human but the damage to his neck is severe. Only immediate treatment would save his life now. I demand Candice to proclaim her loyalty over and over again as I take her roughly in front of her father. I am disgusted by my behavior at this moment but also empowered. This is how it feels to an Alpha, when one claims victory over another pack, making a female submit is symbolic of the whole pack. I know I have not defeated the true Alpha of Huron but this small victory does a lot for my wolf's confidence. My teeth pierce her flesh as I mark her again before her father. Roderin enjoys the pained look on Alexander's face; Candice's scream is like music to his ears.




Connor Thomas Ch. 17



Now for the moment that will really test the bond between me and my true mate. I leave her a sobbing mess on the floor. She managed to placate me with her pledges of loyalty. I am surprised to see tears in Alexander's eyes as I look down at his worthless form on the floor. A kick in the ribs brings his full attention to me. 

"It hurts to see your daughter used as what she was breed for? Just be glad she will bear true Alpha Heirs and not the rejects from your pack," I smile evilly down at him, his daughter's blood dripping from my mouth. I make no effort to lick it off. He tries to speak but I obviously ruined his larynx. I straddle his chest, pinning his arms with my legs and wrap my good hand around his neck. He tries to buck me off. "Familiar?" I ask inches from his face, letting blood drip onto him. I will give credit where it is due; his eyes never show the submission I was hoping for, even when he knows I am going to tear out his throat.



"I am not leaving you here," I argue with Vivian.

"You have no choice. There are too many things I must take care of now. What you just did, declaring war on the Huron Pack, is going to cause problems. Everyone will have to be on high alert. When Huron does not receive an update from Alexander another group will be sent. This one will be geared for battle. You are not the one to meet them. Your control is not where it needs to be, plus fighting other packs is not our goal. So don't worry about me, I have years of experience with this; I can take care of myself."

"I know you can but I don't like who else will be taking care of you."

"Connor, we have been over this. Your power fed your lust into the room. Darius lost control as did I."

"I have decided to overlook the fact that he took my blood without permission in the hotel. Hell, Hades and Zeus took plenty of liberties too but I refuse to ignore the fact that he fucked my mate in front of me."

"You know it wasn't like that," she sighs.

"So you say. Darius is fucking ancient. Supposed to be some all-powerful Immortal and he loses control around a week old Werewolf." 

"You underestimate your power."

"I am sick of hearing about how much I underestimate myself. He outdates the sun. He should have more control. I am telling you now; Darius and I are going to have words. I think he has been pining for you for a century. He saw his chance to have you again and took it." I growl, clenching my fists. "If you were healthy enough, I would claim you again now. Arrgghh, I can't believe he drank from you too. You were already weak and he took advantage." I am so agitated I am pacing. "Maybe if I shift and just rub my scent all over you," I am absently talking as I continue pacing. When Vivian laughs I stop and glare at her.

"When did you get so possessive?" she laughs but quickly cuts it short by the look on my face. 

"You are mine," I growl then shake my head trying to clear away the anger. "I know it is unfair after I mated Candice and now I am claiming you too. I think I might be angrier about the fact he touched you without permission. Not that I would have given it but it is principal. If I am the Alpha of this clan my word is law. You are mine, Candice is mine and no one should lay a hand on either one of you without my say so."

Where do I get off acting this way? I just raped my mate in front of her father and then murdered him. Now I am talking about fucking Vivian not even an hour later. God lord if this is the type of rationale an Alpha has I want no part of it. Vivian's hands on my face bring me back to the moment. Maybe she is right. I am in no shape to lead anyone. I can't even lead my thoughts in one direction. I am all over the fucking place. 

"You have nothing to worry about," forcing me to look into her eyes. "My heart and my soul belong to you. As for what happened tonight, no one could have predicted that Alexander killed your mother. You did what any other person would have done."

"I have killed so many people in the last twenty four hours," I whisper.

"You did what you had to do."

"But I should feel worse that I do. The guilt should be eating me alive."

"You are doing what any Alpha would do to protect himself and his clan."

"Like Huron's Alpha did when he ordered my death?"

"Your situation is unique." My hands clench at my sides, she quickly continues to stop my rebuttal. "The history books are being rewritten here. You are the first hybrid. No one has ever carried Were and Immortal blood. You have the characteristics of both, the speed and telepathy of an Immortal. The strength and life force of an Alpha Were. You have successfully mated a female of both races. If your mating with Candice had been a traditional ceremony with the whole clan, I can only imagine how many conceptions would have occurred. Your power is so raw, primal."

"I am flying by the seat of my pants here. None of this is planned."

"You are a born leader but the knowledge is learned not a given. Sometimes that means doing things you would rather not," she kisses my lips and then her gaze travels down my neck briefly before she looks away. "You can lead us, I have faith in you." I slide my hand up the back of her neck, cupping her head.

"Go ahead baby. I know you need it. My strength is yours; this may be the last chance we get for a while." She smiles and after kissing my lips again she moves her mouth to my carotid artery. "Fuck," I breathe as she takes sustenance from my body. At this moment Candice emerges from the bathroom, fresh from the shower. If looks could kill I would be dead already. How am I ever going to make up for what I did? There is some regret but if I could go back in time I don't think I would change a thing.



Connor Thomas Ch. 18



I want to thank all of you that keep reading this even with all the mistakes I have made. Like when Connor introduced himself in chapter 1 I spelled his name wrong. The rest of the mistakes are too numerous to name but my gratidue is just as enormous!

Special thanx go out to leorastark and stochx for giving me a nice kick in the ass when I needed it!

Super special thanx with whipped cream and a cherry on top go out to my new Beta reader _bloom_, you are awesome. This chapter is for you!


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Lay back lay back go to sleep my man
Wipe the blood from your face and your hands
Forgive yourself if you think you can
Go to sleep go to sleep my man

  -The Avett Brothers



As they set the bones in my arm I found out that Candice's brother was not dead, he was merely knocked unconscious. We locked him and all the remaining Huron members in the dungeon, where I was previously held.  Candice tells me she wishes to speak with him. She protests that I send a guard with her. Once I tell her she won't talk to him without she just walks off and stands by the door until Bruno joins her. Boris takes me to a room down the hall where we can listen in. All the rooms are wired for sound but only a few are set up with video. Her brother is in the latter.  I feel kind of bad eavesdropping but I want to know more about her and her family.


"Are you okay?" Candice practically runs to him and starts checking over his body.

"Yeah, I'm fine," shrugging her off. "The blood is not mine." Candice sighs and wraps her arms around him in a hug. I can see how tense Bruno is with them being so close. 
"Are they going to kill me?" her brother asks, untangling himself from her.

"I honestly don't know. The others are still alive," she answers, sitting back.

"What do you know? You are the new Alpha bitch right," his voice has way too much disdain. 

"Watch your tone," Bruno snaps at him.

"I wasn't talking to you, mutt."

"My fist will be talking to your smart mouth in about two seconds," Bruno growls, already moving to grab him off the bed.

"No, stop," Candice jumps up to block Bruno. 

"I will not have this dreck speaking to you that way." Bruno's anger brings out his German.  He practically spits the German word for filth as he glares at the man on the floor.

"He is just upset. Our father is dead....." Hunter cuts her off.

"Don't defend me to this mongrel. I'll take care of him anywhere, anytime."

"Like you handled me earlier," Bruno laughs. Hunter growls.

"Stop it, both of you," spinning around on her brother. "You aren't enraging just any wolf here brother. This clan is not formed of ordinary Weres and Immortals. It seems many a legend found a common interest."

"What legend could possibly be behind this pussy?" 

"Die weißen Wölfe," Bruno grins. The look on her brother's face is priceless. All the blood drains from it and he swallows hard.

"By the look on your face I know you have heard of The White Wolves," Candice says matter of factly.

"You've seen him," her brother chokes out then clears his throat. "Them shift?"

"Not Bruno but I saw his twin."

"Fuck," he exclaims, looking Bruno over anew. 

I look back with a questioning look at Boris who is sitting behind me.

"It's a very long story, later I promise," he answers.

When I look back at the camera I can see Bruno is back by the door and Candice is seated by her brother again.

".....the Heir?" I missed the beginning of Hunter's question.

"Connor really is the Heir and my True Mate," is Candice's response.

"Your True Mate, that's great," he looks down. "I'm happy for you."

"I wouldn't say it's great but," she stops like she is choosing her next words carefully. "I'm sure the issues are because he was bound for so long. It has not been the easiest of transitions. His moods are erratic. Something no one could have predicted is the fact that he is half Were half Immortal."

"Really?" His head snaps up fast.

"You saw for yourself how fast he is. He partial shifted in the blink of an eye. On top of that he has successfully mated an Immortal."

"What? How is that even possible? Your True Mate cannot have a second mate."

"His Were half is my True Mate. Vivian is his Immortal half's mate. She was originally gifted by Arden Connor himself."

"The Arden Connor? Fuck, this shit is hard to wrap my mind around."

"You're telling me. I know you probably don't understand since you are unmated but it is hard for me to not be jealous. I want him all to myself but have to understand he needs Vivian just as much as he needs me."

"I understand more than you know." She gives him a shocked look.

"I was told Sherry wasn't your mate."

"She wasn't. Father forced me to breed. She was an available fertile female. If I tell you about my True Mate it might make you hate our father as much as I do."

"After hearing all the things he did to Connor and plus all the horrible things he taunted him with, it's hard for me to grieve for him. I don't think father was the man I thought he was."

"He wasn't. He did change a lot after you were born. I think he thought about the way he treated females before and never wanted you to go through any of it."

"I never understood how you could have so much hate toward him while you fought by his side for all these years."

"I can explain. Does he have to be here?" He motions toward Bruno.

"Unfortunately."

"Okay," he sighs. "I hope what I tell you does not make you hate me more."

"As big as an ass you have been all my life I have never hated you." He gives her a small smile.

"I'm gay." I think everyone of our jaws hit the floor just like Candice's. Then I look at Bruno and see a weird smile on his face like it was just a confirmation to him.

"Since when? You have kids."

"Since forever, like I said I was forced to and believe me it wasn't that easy." Bruno chuckles and they both shoot him a mean look.

"Ignore him Hunter, tell me what happened," turning his face toward her with a hand on his cheek. He glares at Bruno a minute more and then meets her eyes.

"I met my True Mate about ten years before you were born. He was the Alpha's son from the neighboring Yukon Pack."

"A male was really your True Mate?" The question is from Bruno not Candice.

"Oh shit," Boris mutters behind me. I miss Hunter's response to Bruno because I spin around to look at Boris.

"Why is that a big deal?"

"Bruno never thought mates existed for him, honestly neither did I."

"Bruno is gay?"

"Big time and to my knowledge this is the first time anyone has claimed to find a mate of the same sex." I go to respond but he cuts me off. "We can discuss this at length later but I really want to hear about this."

"I'm going to hold you to it."

"Trust me; we will have plenty of time at the cabin."

Back in the cell:

"We would sneak away from our packs and meet in the woods several times a week to be together. Those days in between were so hard, sometimes I was physically ill. We were both too scared to mark one another but we," stopping at a loss for words.

"I get it, you two were uh, intimate. I don't really need those details," Candice comes to his rescue.

"Yeah, intimate. Well obviously father became suspicious because he followed me one night and caught us in the act. He was furious. How could his son 'be a faggot' were his words. When I told him that we were True Mates he laughed, said it wasn't possible. There are no such things as same sex mates. That I was just twisted. We argued fiercely, I tried to make him understand. I loved Paul and he loved me. When I told him we wanted to leave our packs to be together he lost it. He attacked us both, then he slaughtered my mate right in front of me," Hunter chokes back a sob but continues. 

"Father didn't even let me grieve. He dragged me away from Paul's body and started beating me again. When I was close to death he stopped." Hunter stops to regain his composure, wiping his eyes with the back of his hands. "He gave me an ultimatum. I could return to the pack and father a litter within the next year and he would keep the whole 'gay thing' a secret or he could turn me over to the Yukon Alpha blaming me for his son's death. I knew the Yukon Alpha would torture me before killing me." He breaks down completely, sobbing uncontrollably. "I was weak, I betrayed Paul." I can barely understand him through the crying. Candice wraps him in her arms as she cries with him.

I look over to see Bruno is equally shaken by the story. Boris is standing behind me watching his brother.

"Bruno is not taking this well, it's hitting too close to home."

"I thought you said he never knew about same sex mates?" I ask.

"Not the mate thing but," he sighs. "Later I swear we will finish this conversation but we need to get Bruno out before he loses it."

"We can't just pull Candice out now." 

"I'm going in there then. Call Ronald, we need him there for Bruno when he comes out." I pull out my phone and do it.

"What do you think Ronald can do for him?" I ask after hanging up.

"Ronald has been his lover for the last century. He is the only person besides me who knows how to handle all of Bruno's moods." I know I can't hide the shock. 

"Let's hope Hunter doesn't freak seeing you both together," I say as Boris leaves the room. 

Back in the cell:

Candice and Hunter both look up as the door opens. Hunter's eyes about pop out of his face.

"What is this?" Candice demands.

"Ronald is on his way down," Boris says to Bruno. His brother nods gratefully. Boris pats his back as he leaves the room, then turns to take up his brother's position and meets Candice's eyes. "Shift change?" The look she gives him clearly says she doesn't believe that.

"Alright that is just creepy," Hunter says.

"I was shocked the first time I saw them too," Candice turns back to her brother.

"So you aren't here to kill me?" Boris shakes his head in the negative.

"Did something happen? Is Connor alright?" A smile crosses my lips. For all her anger toward me she is still concerned.

"Of course, Bruno needed a break is all." 

Candice and her brother talk for about another hour. I find out her father had similar pacts with many other pack members. He could get them do anything he wanted because he had secrets to hold over them. The threat of telling the Alpha and having to face his wrath outweighed whatever Alexander asked them to do. That is the reason Hunter fought for his father all these years. It really made me see how dysfunctional things are in a Werewolf pack. If they could be that afraid of the Second you wonder what pain the Alpha could inflict on them that he couldn't. Makes me kind of glad I never had to grow up in that. Wonder if I would have been as corrupt too.



There is one more thing I have to take care of before we can leave. I go straight from watching Candice's conversation to find him. He is behind a desk in what I assume is his office. I am still not used to how big this place is. I thought Vivian's mansion was huge but this stronghold the clan has is insane. 

"We need to talk about you and Vivian," I demand the moment I walk in.

"You're pissed we fucked," Darius sits back and crosses his arms over his massive chest. 

"That's all you have to say?"

"It wasn't planned.  You have a strong aura and it turned Viv on. She basically jumped me."

"So it was all her fault, you had no desire to have sex with her, you were just helping her out," the sarcasm thick in my voice. He stands up and puts his hands on the desk.

"It wouldn't be the first time," leaning toward me. "You are worried that I used her, trust me it was the other way around."

"You fuck her and drink from her while she is weak and you want to lay the blame at her feet," my anger is rising at his insult to my mate. 

"Did you forget she had her teeth in my vein moments before?" He steps around the desk to approach me. "Is there something you want to accuse me of?  If so spit it out." I cross my arms this time and meet his eyes.

"I think you want her for your own, have for a long time." He laughs. My response is a deep growl.

"I will admit I love Vivian. I once hoped there was more between us but I learned long ago that she would never feel the same. I am ready for when the war is over so I can hand her care over to someone else."

"You don't have to wait until then. She is my mate now. Her care is my concern; if you wish to leave nothing is stopping you."

"A promise I made to a friend is what keeps me here and the fact that I have cared for Vivian long before you were even born. A pup like you is not going to run me off because you are jealous."

"Pup? I am the Alpha of this clan; you will watch how you address me. You have disrespected me on numerous occasions, drinking my blood and fucking my mate without permission. It's not going to be tolerated anymore."

"You are threatening me? Don't let your recent victory go to your head child."

"No threat, a promise," I growl.  A wry grin splits his lips.

"Are we going to fight for your mate's honor or yours?" With that remark I am on him. 

We hit the floor hard. I am on top going for his throat right before he throws me off. We both spring back to our feet. He laughs thinking I am joking until his fingers touch his throat. He looks down to see the blood I drew. I never even realized my hands shifted to claws.

"Let's do this then," he sneers as he rushes me. I meet him in the middle. I should be scared, Darius has six inches on me and likely fifty pounds of pure muscle but fear is not an emotion I register right now. Anger at his insolence. Rage at his arrogance. Glee to be drawing blood. Pride to be landing so many blows. Vaguely, revulsion at this bloodthirsty side of myself. 

I am holding my own against this ancient vampire and I haven't even fully shifted. Maybe it is kind of a playful fight at first but when I land a hard hit to his face his anger turns up a notch. His next attack is swifter more vicious like he had been holding back. My wolf half takes his threat serious. I drop and roll to the side shifting in the process. It is astounding how fast I am able to go from man to hybrid. They tell me switching to full wolf is a little harder, maybe that is why I don't turn into one when I am in battle mode. 

Darius doesn't even let me regain my feet before he is on me. I know this isn't a fight to the death but we are both determined to incapacitate the other. Books rain down on us as we slam into the shelves, destroying a few in the process. His computer monitor explodes as I land on it. I grab the keyboard and smash it against his face. Rolling off the desk we hit the floor in a tangle. My damaged arm is bleeding again; I barely even register the pain until his teeth are in it. A loud roar escapes my mouth as I grab him by the hair and pull him off; my flesh comes free in his mouth. He spits it out and laughs. My legs are around his lower body holding him to me I smash him in the face with my forehead. The crunch of bone is musical. I rear back and hit him again the same way, his blood spatters all over our faces. His arms wrap around me, crushing me to him, teeth going for my throat. I keep my grip on his hair and bring my head forward again. This time I hit him right in the mouth. I feel his tooth slice my skin open above my eye. 

The blood runs down blinding me. Darius' grip is squeezing all the air from my lungs. I slide my legs up higher and tighten my hold. I muster all the strength I can to jerk his head back hard. I hear something snap and suddenly Darius is crushing me for a whole different reason. I unlace my legs and shove him off with my good arm. Trying to catch my breath I look over at Darius. His eyes are livid in his bloody, broken face as they stare right into mine.

"Call me a pup now motherfucker," I gasp out. He manages a grin as his eyes flutter shut and he passes out. I am hanging on to consciousness by a thread when I hear her calling for help.

"Such a stubborn ass," Vivian chides as she drops beside me and assesses my wounds. My cocky grin probably mirrors Darius' as I pass out.




I wake up feeling very alive and by alive I mean in pain. My head is throbbing; maybe smashing it into Darius wasn't that bright an idea. My arm is practically immobile. I can feel my women in the room even though I can't really see because one eye is swollen shut.

"We're here," Vivian sooths me.

"You need to fully shift baby. It will help you heal," Candice is close by.

"I can't breathe," I manage to rasp. 

"You were impaled by a large piece of plastic, it punctured your lung," Vivian explains.

"I can talk you through the change, it will take a lot of energy but you need to do it," Candice sounds almost pleading. I nod in agreement. If by energy she meant pain then yeah she was right. It was like my body was burning from the inside out. She strokes me the whole time, coaxing me through the full shift. Moments after darkness welcomed me.


I awake cocooned in warmth. The softness tells me I am in a bed encased in naked flesh. I am on my side, my semi pressed into a firm ass and the feel of pert tits is in my back. Both my women are with me and that makes me extremely happy. You get my drift. I move my hips forward to slide my hardness between the sweet cheeks and a sharp pain shoots up my spine. I grit my teeth and swallow a scream. 

"Easy," Candice coos from behind. "You were pretty damaged, the shift healed all your wounds but you are going to be sore."  

"How long have I been out?"

"About twenty four hours," she answers.

"I am surprised both of you are in bed with me."

"Vivian and I had a long talk and came to an understanding," Candice rubs her body against mine.

"And that is?"

"You are an idiot," Vivian answers.

"That must have been the shortest conversation in history."

"Seriously, what were you thinking? You had not even healed from the fight with Alexander," Vivian asks.

"That is between me and Darius."

"The conversation may be but your actions are not." Vivian turns over to face me. "Our lives are tied to yours now. I survived the loss of a mate once already. I don't think I can do it a second time." I feel like a total ass. All this time thinking about myself and my feelings; not caring that they would have to deal with the consequences too. I gather Vivian in my arms and kiss her lips softly before nuzzling her neck.

"I am sorry. I wasn't thinking. I was angry and jealous. I thought Darius wanted you and I saw it as a challenge.  There are all these feelings and thoughts inside me that I don't understand. It is hard to control them." I turn on to my back to look at Candice. "The things I did to you. I am so ashamed. How can you want to be here with me?" Candice lays her head on my shoulder, pressing her body down the length of mine.

"I know you were trying to hurt my father not me. The things he did to you, the things he said are horrible. You reacted the way any other Were would have." I kiss the top of her head and stroke her hair. 

"It doesn't excuse my actions. I forced you to mate me on a dirty floor, then I raped you in front of your father and everyone else. You deserve so much better than that, than me."

"There is no other for me. We were made for one another. I am sorry your mother's death was the only reason I was born but can't you see that the fates were trying to balance the scales. I have to see it the same way with my father."

"One tyrant for another," I scoff.

"It's not like that at all. You are going to be a great Alpha when you get yourself under control. Most Weres have sixteen years to accept the beast within; you have only had a week. I think you are doing pretty good handling things so far."




Connor Thomas Ch. 18



"Yeah murder sprees, raping women, great start."

"I told you that was a possibility before you were unbound," Vivian joins in. "All the unpredictable factors haven't helped the transition be any easier. Your True Mate thrown in, her father being the man who murdered your mother, having an Immortal and Were personality, none of this could have been planned for so yes I feel, I mean we feel that you have taken it all in stride."

"You two really did talk about this," I state.

"We had to. You were not the only one feeling jealous and possessive. We had to reach some type of understanding if all of us are going to remain united."

"So what is it?"

"Vivian and I are going to attempt to be the first same sex cross species mates." I know my face shows my shock. I open my mouth to reply and then close it a few times. I must look like a fish out of water.

"I think he is speechless," Viv laughs.

"Are you wondering how?" I nod stupidly. "We're not really sure either but we don't think it will hurt to try."

"When are," I have to clear my throat before continuing. "When are you planning on doing this?"

"Now that you are awake," Viv trails off.

"Now?" I know I have another stupid look on my face.

"Well we wanted to discuss it with you first, plus Desmond would have to be present."

"We want to make sure you aren't going to flip over that."

"We think if we do a cross between a Were ceremony and an Immortal bonding it will work, also we are hoping it will stabilize your personalities."

"Maybe by joining all three of us together instead of two separate pairs it will make us all stronger."

"Okay," I decide to agree, what could it hurt? No one will die. "What do you have in mind for this?"

"Let me go get Desmond." Vivian sits up.  "He has been doing some research while you were out. In the meantime you can get some food in you system. It should make you feel a lot better."




A hot shower and full stomach see me back in a room with my women. Both of them gloriously naked and waiting for me. Boris slaps me on the back with a grin before closing the door behind me. I am back to having a shadow after the stunt I pulled with Darius. I did inquire about him over my meal and it makes me feel kind of bad. His neck was broken during our fight. Since Immortals heal quick he had to have surgery to make sure it healed correctly. Which I'm told is very difficult and painful. Drugs only affect Immortals if a human ingests it first and then the Immortal drinks from that person and they tend to wear off a lot quicker. He will be laid up for a few more days and is having to feed as much as a newly turned Immortal. Supposedly that is very embarrassing for him at his age. Turns out I bounced back surprisingly fast which Boris says makes me the winner of the fight. Since we were both pretty fucked up I think it was a draw. He tells me Darius doesn't see it that way. We left the discussion at that and headed back to my women.

So now let's get back to them. How I ended up with two gorgeous women is beyond me. It is crazy how completely opposite they are in looks. Candice the tall, leggy blond. Her lean, muscled body and small tits are a nice contrast to Vivian with her luscious curves and big tits. Vivian is only shorter than Candice by maybe two or three inches which puts her at like five six, five seven since Candice stands at the same height as me. I'm told she is the average height for a female Were, that said I really am a runt.  No matter the difference in their dark and light features, their curves or lack of there is one thing they have in common for certain. My devotion. These women are both equals in my eyes. Equal to each other and both far superior to me. Rodrique growls at that thought and I tell him to shut it.

"What did you say baby?" Candice asks. Oops. I said that out loud?

"Uh, battling urges and what not," I joke. It gets a smile from them both.

"Good to see you clothed and free of blood," Desmond teases.

"Yeah, I was beginning to feel like I lived in a nudist colony."

"Were communities just about are," Candice laughs.

"Are we ready to get down to business?" Desmond's question is directed at me.

"You did the research, you think this will work?"

"Lack of trying will guarantee failure."

"That's not what I asked."

"Since there is no documentation of a triple bond ever being tried I cannot say for certain." 

"Three-way bond? I though Viv and Candice were going to mate each other."

"After researching interspecies mating attempts I know that will fail but we are going to try and form one bond between all three of you."

"What do you think the success rate is on that?"

"Fifty percent."

"That doesn't really stroke my confidence," I am cut off by Vivian. I turn to see her and Candice lying together on the bed. I follow their hands as they idly run them up and down each other's sides.

"Do you mind if we start without you two? Feel free to join in whenever you are done arguing over percentage rates and...ohhhh." Candice cut off her rant by taking Vivian's nipple into her mouth. All I can do is stare as Candice runs a hand across Vivian's stomach and feasts on her breast.  Eventually I tear my eyes away from the scene to look over at Desmond. He is grinding his teeth with a sort of hunger in his eyes.

"Dude," punching him in the shoulder, "aren't you supposed to be the professional here?" He closes his eyes and seems to internally shake himself. After a moment he opens them and meets mine.

"You are a very lucky man," he wipes his hands down his cloak, straightening invisible wrinkles. "Join your mates and let's get started."



Standing naked at the end of the bed I am unsure if I should join or just watch. The vision of Candice and Vivian kissing and fondling each other is so hot. My own hands run lazily around my body. One rubs across my stomach and up my chest, the other stroking my erection. I realize Vivian never actually told me if she liked women in that way. Candice came out and told me she liked them more than a little. By the way they are grinding against each other, tits rubbing, mouths locked together it doesn't seem like this was a hard decision for them. Unlike the one I face. To join or not?

Candice is working her way down Vivian's throat with her tongue when Viv notices their watcher. Viv gives me a naughty smile as she arches into Candy's touch. Vivian pulls her back up for their lips to meet briefly before working her way around to Candy's ear. I know she says something wicked by the grin that appears on Candice's lips. They kiss again briefly before moving to their knees. I can see the animal like grace as Candice crawls toward me. I lick my lips as I watch her move closer. When she is on the edge of the bed right before me Vivian moves up right behind her.  Vivian fits her groin right against Candice's ass.  She pushes back as Vivian grabs her hips. The grind together like they are fucking. I cannot tear my eyes away from the sight. Vivian begins to run her hands up Candy's back as they hump against each other. Vivian's big tits jiggling as they get more forceful. Vivian's hand moves down between their bodies. The moan from Candice tells me Viv is using her fingers to touch her as they grind and thrust. 

I didn't even realize how hard I was gripping my cock, matching the pace of their thrusts until Candice's hand stills mine. My eyes follow the line of her body back up to her face in time to watch her tongue flick out to taste the precum on the head of my dick. I moan and clench my fists at my sides. Her hand holds my shaft as she swirls her tongue all around the head. The reason she is shifting her body's position doesn't even register until I feel the second mouth on my cock. I bare my teeth in a growl as my women lick my steel rod like a lollipop. One tongue moving down as the other moves up then they meet at the top. Tongues tangling in a kiss over the crown.  I run my hands over their hair, like petting. Wanting so bad to grip their hair tight and fuck one mouth and then the other.

"Come up on the bed baby." It takes me a moment to realize Candice spoke. I realize I really am gripping their hair hard and trying to push my cock into Vivian's mouth. I let go quickly and flex my hands. Vivian looks into my eyes as she sucks my whole cock down her throat. I groan loud, my head falling back as she hums around my meat. Then the sensation is gone. Goose bumps form on my flesh as cold air meets the wetness on my cock.

"Lie down, let us take care of you," Vivian purrs. I look to see them moving aside for me. It takes a second to make my muscles move. The sight of their beautiful smiles as they pat the bed jolts me into motion. 

Once I am lying on my back between them they attack immediately. Not me but each other. Leaning over my body their mouths make contact. I can see their tongues sparring. Candice's hands go to Vivian's tits while Vivian's reach for my cock. I run my hands softly up both of their backs, down to their asses then back up again. 

"I love your big tits," Candice says as she bounces them in her hands. "I'd like to see them wrapped around Connor's cock," she is squeezing the flesh, pulling on the nipples.

"Only if you'll suck them while I do it,' Vivian challenges. I know I must be hearing things. No way they just decided to tit fuck me. Oh I am wrong because they are doing it.

I must have died in the fight with Darius because this is heaven right here. My two women pleasuring each other and using my body while doing it. Candice's tongue is all over Viv's white flesh, on her nipples then up over the top of the mounds. Now down the crease to, holy shit my cock. Her saliva and my precum making it slippery as Vivian's tits move up and down my shaft. Candice sucks the head of my cock as it pops out the top and then goes back to Vivian's breasts when in disappears between them. It is getting hard to hold off my orgasm, they are working me perfectly. Some kind of strangled moan comes out of my mouth and both of them look to my face. Their smiles tell me they know how close I am to losing it.

"Come on her tits," Candice says as she pinches Vivian's nipples, pulling them hard. Vivian's moan mirrors mine. Then Candice's hands squeeze Viv's tits tight together, bouncing them on my cock faster. Her tongue moves to trace the head of my dick and I lose it. Growling, thrusting as the first shot of cum hits her in the face, she pulls back quickly jacking me through the rest of my orgasm. Vivian holds her tits to catch the rest of my load. I lay there panting as it gets even better. Viv grabs Candice and licks my cum off her face, then moves down to share it with her in a deep kiss. I groan my approval as Candice moves down to clean off Vivian breasts. 

"One of you better get up here on my face," I growl at them. They share a look like they are communicating silently. Hell the probably are, Vivian can read minds. Wait a second how come I can't read their minds? "Why can't I read your minds?"

"We both have our walls up," Vivian answers.

"You need to drop all your shields for this to work," Desmond's voice reminds me we have an audience throughout this.  I look at him confused. "Like you did when mating Candice, well maybe not so much at first. All of you open your minds to each other." Their emotions suddenly hit me like a sledgehammer. All three of us gasp. So many feeling are washing over me but most of all is desire. I smile as we all seem to come to the same conclusion at the same moment. Our bodies move of their own accord. Vivian lies back on the bed. Candice moves to kneel between her legs as I come up behind her.

"Kiss her," I demand. Candice moves toward Viv's mouth. "No, there," pushing her head toward Vivian's wet sex. Viv's legs open in invitation as Candice leans down. We all moan when her mouth makes contact. It is like I can feel every swipe of her tongue on Vivian. It is such a strange feeling but also highly erotic. "Use your fingers," I order as I stroke my returning erection. I angle it down to run between Candice's legs. I slide it back and forth against her damp folds. The fact that she obeys me immediately heightens the pleasure for us all.

My cock is moving between Candice's legs at the same speed she is using on Vivian. My body is pressed against her back as I watch over her shoulder. The sight of her hand and mouth pleasuring Vivian is intense. I can feel their enjoyment through our bonds. A chill runs up my back as Desmond's voice registers. He has been chanting and it is growing louder as the power flows. I move my hips back and quickly surge back forward. My entire length is buried in Candice's velvet sheath in one thrust. She screams and Vivian moans.

I move forward to stay joined as Candice crawls up Vivian's body. Her hand never lets up on Vivian. Their mouths crash together as I set a steady pace. Candice fucking Viv with her hand mimics my movement. All our thoughts blur together and to form one. We know exactly how to move to build our power and pleasure. I feel Candice's body ripple beneath me and see she is moving her fanged mouth down Vivian's throat. Vivian's eyes meet mine right before we simultaneously strike. The eye contact seems to last forever even though it is only the blink of an eye.  I'm not sure how to read what I see there. Vivian may be physically enjoying this experience but mentally I'm not so sure. The realization that she will do anything to end an endless war is lost as my teeth bite down on Candice's shoulder at our first mating site while Vivian pierces the other side of her neck and sucks hard. At the same moment we struck Candice bit down on Vivian. It is like a bomb goes off. The power erupts from us, mixing and flowing to then get sucked right back in. At the same time we all climax. I fill Candice's welcoming core with my seed as she contracts around me.  It sounds like Desmond is screaming over the roaring in my ears. 

I jerk back and Candice rolls away quickly. In an instant I cover Vivian and bury my endless erection in her slick heat. My teeth are in her neck and then hers are in mine seconds before I feel Candice's in the other side of my throat. There is a bright flash and I can't see anything, just feel. The sucking and fucking. My cock exploding into Vivian, her cumming around me, Candice's growl against my neck from her pleasure. Our auras tangling, wrapping together to create one form. It seems like an endless flow of blood and cum before we finally collapse. My body hums from more than just a sexual high. I can feel the sweat drying on their skin. Their panting breaths. From here on out the death of one might be the death of all. Even with that last thought I know I have a ridiculously smug grin on my face. Thiers probably match it.

"Wow."

"Fuck!"

"Amazing."

"Congratulations," Desmond speaks from the end of the bed. He is way closer than I ever imagined. "History has been written in this room tonight," He tries to cover the stain on the front of his cloak. I am equally proud at making him cum and angered at him enjoying the sight of me and my mates.

 "It was the power," he answers my silent question. "Never in my life have I felt anything to rival the display here today."