Interracial Romance: Gay Romance: Bound By His Own Desires (MMM Endowed Black Men Bondage Threesome Romance) (A Billionaire's Freedom Book 3)

by Dayna, Bethany

  Ducking in to the library Damien leaned up against the thick wooden door, his chest heaving still from the race of his life. He shuddered to think what she would have done had she caught him, but then again, she’d already bitten him so he had a fair idea what her intentions were. The hard oak of the library doors pressed back against his back as he relaxed in to them just a little. How was it possible for something like that to happen? How did a beautiful girl, a girl he thought he had had a chance with, all of a sudden turn in to a towering brown bear with a bad attitude? Damien couldn’t stop thinking about the way she had looked at him right before she’d started to turn right before his very eyes – that was a look he would remember forever.

  Her beautiful eyes had become something of an almond shape, her nostrils had flared and she had bent down and for no reason at all she had torn a chunk of flesh out of his arm. It had hurt like hell but it hadn’t hurt enough to slow him down. If she started with a bite like that, he didn’t dare to think about how she finished. And now here he was, hiding out in the college library with blood still dripping from his arm and his heart going faster than the college track champion. Common sense told him that she wouldn’t come back for him, not in a public place and not behind the thick oak doors…at least not while she was in that form. But still, the longer he stood pressed up against those doors, the more he imagined her breaking through them with one agenda – to finish him off. Damien knew that he had to move further in to the library, away from the main doors and there was only one safe place he could think of…

  The fluorescent lighting made Damien’s face look pale as he looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. He was sweating and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't seem to get a clear view of himself in the mirror. He blinked slowly. Sweat was still beading on his forehead and his breath was still shaking as though she were still right behind him. She wouldn’t find him here though…would she? She couldn’t possibly find him here. Even if she did she wouldn’t be the same creature he had been running from, would she?

  “Fuck me!” Turning on the faucet he ran warm water over his forearm, she'd got him good. If he looked hard enough he could see bone and the smell, that dark iron scent seemed much stronger than he ever remembered it being before. He grimaced as he pumped a small amount of soap on to the wound, he wasn't going to go to the hospital, he certainly wasn't going to try to explain how the cute girl from the bar had become such an unbelievable animal right before his eyes. He leaned in to the dirty mirror again, hoping this time that a closer view might clear his vision. It didn't. In fact the closer he leaned in to the mirror, the more he began to feel as though he was on drugs, his face looked distorted and his eyes bloodshot. His dark brown hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat. “Ugh,” he pulled at his bottom eyelids as he still tried to comprehend what the hell was going on. As he let go of his eyelids the door to the bathroom swung open and a man walked in, Damien had half expected it to be the creature that had been following him.

  “Jesus man, you look rough.” Offering his unsolicited advice the guy paused for a moment before heading in to one of the stalls.

  “Thanks, I feel like shit.” He could hear the stranger relieving himself, the echo of his urine hitting the water seeming much louder than usual.

  “You should get to the infirmary.” The guy shouted over his own urine stream.

  In his past six years at Montapple University Damien hadn't ever stepped foot in the infirmary, he believed in old fashioned medicine – a shot of whiskey and a good night sleep. But there was no whiskey in sight and right at this minute he couldn't even think about getting back to his apartment, his legs were shaking just from holding himself up against the sink.

  “Yeah…” Damien managed as he stumbled over to the wall and sunk down to the floor. The cool tile pressed against his back and until the searing pain began in his chest it felt kind of nice. The pain in his chest intensified and soon Damien was sure he was having a heart attack, it felt like his ribs were being pulled apart with a spreader. “Argh…” The guttural noise was loud enough to bring the stranger rushing out of the stall.

  “Hey…” He kneeled in front of Damien, “hey, man, you ok? What's going on?” Damien didn't know how to answer that question, he just nodded. “Wait here, my girlfriend’s a nursing student.” The stranger hopped up to his feet and opened the bathroom door. “Livi! Livi, come here, this guy’s not looking so hot.”

  Moments later a pale skinned redhead appeared in the door and rushed over to Damien.

  “Can you tell me what's wrong? What happened?” Her voice was soothing and Damien couldn't help but smile.

  “I can't really…”

  “Holy shit what happened to your arm?” She didn't let him finish. Picking up his arm carefully she tried to get a better look at the bite wound but Damien pulled it back.

  “I'm fine really, just tired, thank you though.” He couldn't explain why but he needed her and her boyfriend to leave, he needed them to leave now.

  “You're definitely not fine.” He could smell a sweetness on her breath, her perfume, her everything. He could even smell the sweet musk of her pussy as she knelt in front of him. What was happening to him, he wondered as she let his arm fall slowly to his lap.

  “Babe, should I call someone?” The guy from the bathroom spoke up again. Livi looked up at him and then back to Damien.

  “Do you need someone?” Damien wasn't sure how to answer that, he suddenly felt the need for Livi to be riding his cock, for her boyfriend to fuck his mouth. Where the hell was all of this coming from? He wondered as he looked in to Livi’s eyes and smiled.

  “Maybe you guys could stay with me? Just for a little longer so I can get my strength back?” He could feel the pain inside his chest tearing him apart but at the same time he could feel his cock beginning to swell.

  Livi looked down, noticing the bulge growing in Damien’s jeans, her eyelids fluttered as she looked back up to meet Damien’s gaze. As faint as he had felt before he now felt just as much lust pumping through his veins. He had to have her, he needed her like he needed air.

  Livi looked up to her boyfriend, he had noticed the thick bulge in Damien’s jeans as well and for a minute Damien was sure the guy was going to add to his injuries, until he nodded slowly at Livi who smiled.

  “Well, it seems like the important parts of you are still working…” She couldn't help grinning and Damien grinned back.

  “What can I say? I'm not hurting that badly.” Livi laughed and looked back to her boyfriend once more for reassurance. He nodded once more. Livi reached out, her hand trembling just a little as she placed her palm over the bulge in his jeans.

  “You know…nurses sometimes need to assess their patients a little more thoroughly…” She unbuttoned his fly and slid the zipper down. Her breath came in short gasps as she waited hungrily to see the package he had to show her.

  “Mmm I like this kind of nursing…” Damien watched as Livi slid her hand in to his boxers and pulled out his fat cock, he heard her gasp and it made him smile knowing that he must have more to offer than the stranger who was watching the X-rated events unfold before him.

  Damien looked up, his eyes catching the gaze of the stranger who was now watching intently as his girlfriend teased a complete stranger’s cock. Damien could see the guy was starting to get excited himself. Then, as he slid his tongue out wetting his lips, the stranger slid his hand down over his own cock. Damien watched him as the guy stroked himself, his fingers curling around his girth.

  Damien had never watched another guy jerking off, but for some reason now he couldn't tear his eyes away even with a beautiful redhead manhandling his own member. He could feel her lips now, kissing along the length of his dick and he felt his dick twitching under her lips, aching for her to take him inside her pretty mouth. It didn't take much, just his hand placed gently around the base of his cock. He held himself erect, inviting her to wrap her lips around him and she did just as he had hoped. In one s
mooth motion she slid the full length of Damien’s cock down her throat. He could hear the wetness of her throat closing around him as he watched the stranger take his own cock out. Damien had never seen an uncircumcised cock before, the sight of it intrigued him as he watched the smooth skin of his cock head slide seamlessly over the pink head of his dick.

  “Ahh!” Damien gasped as Livi began to bob her head, the suction noises getting louder as she rubbed the underside of his cock with her tongue.

  “Ungh!” The stranger started to stroke his cock faster and faster, already ready to cum just watching Damien get his cock sucked by Livi. Still, Damien couldn’t tear his eyes away from the stranger’s cock as Livi worked him over like no woman he’d ever known before. There was something about her mouth, something that made his cock throb harder than it had ever throbbed even during his hottest one night stand.

  With each stroke of her lips Livi brought Damien closer to climax and with each stroke Damien watched as the stranger tried to fight his orgasm. He knew that he wouldn’t last long and he also knew that watching that thick cock explode was going to be more than he could stand.

  “Mmmm, yes…” Livi looked up at Damien, not realizing that the praise had been for the stranger who was now closing his eyes as he thrust his hips forward, ready to cum. Livi smiled as best she could around Damien’s cock and slowly she inched her way back down until the tip of his cock was so far down her throat that her nostrils flared.

  “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” The stranger had hit his climax point and just as he got the words out Damien watched a jet of perfect gooey cum shoot from the end of the guys cock. “Ungh!” The stranger kept on stroking, each stroke squeezing more of that bright white cum from his cock. Damien could smell the salty tang of cum as it hit the floor and his breath came harder, each one tearing a new hole in his already aching lungs. Damien thrust forward his hips, sliding his cock balls deep down Livi’s throat and as he did, his eyes still locked on the last drops of cum dripping from the stranger’s cock head, he felt his own cock swelling.

  “Mmmm, yes, just like that, just…ahhh!” His cock released the first jet of his own cum and it slid smoothly down Livi’s throat as she moaned for more. Damien watched as she guzzled down every single drop of his cum and when she had finished and she pulled back, they both looked up to the stranger whose cock was shining with his silvery cum drops.

  “I’m pretty sure he doesn’t need a hospital” the stranger joked with a smirk as Livi licked her lips and nodded.

  “No, I suppose you’re right.” She turned back to Damien but when she did she could see something she hadn’t noticed moments before, his bright eyes were becoming darker, and it was almost as if they were becoming more almond shaped, it was as if he was changing before her very eyes. She shook it off. “But really…” she looked down at his cock one last time before making eye contact, “how are you feeling?”

  Damien didn’t want to say that he was feeling as though someone had driven an axe through his chest. He didn’t want to say that since she walked in to the room he could smell the sweetness of her pussy even though she was still fully dressed. He knew that something was wrong though, that something was happening and after the way that girl from the bar had bitten him he had some idea of what it could be.

  Livi wiped at her makeup in the bathroom mirror as she watched her boyfriend lingering behind her, sheepish at the pleasure he had taken in being watched by another man.

  “I should go” Damien knew he had to get out of there, he didn’t have any idea how quickly this thing was going to take over his body but he did know that if Livi and her boyfriend were around when it did, he was going to leave them with a few more mementos than great orgasms.

  “Let us give you a ride home? It’s the least we can do after…well, you know,” Livi giggled and turned around. This time as she looked at Damien she could swear that his jawline seemed to have shifted, as though it was more protruding than before.

  “I think maybe the fresh air will do me some good…but thanks and...Umm…thanks for…” Damien fell forward, his hand clutching at his chest. It suddenly felt as though he were having fifteen heart attacks at once. He felt as though someone were snapping off every rib he owned without first administering anesthesia. “Argh, fuck me!”

  “That’s it, we’re taking you to the hospital.” Livi reached down and held out her hand to help Damien to his feet. Reaching forward Damien went to take her hand but thinking better of it he slumped back to the floor. He couldn’t go with them, not with what was about to happen, he needed to get as far away as possible from them both. “Come on…”She reached down and tried to help him to his feet and as she did her boyfriend came to his side to help him as well, but Damien had made up his mind.

  “I’m fine, really, it was just a little more excitement than I could…” He wanted to scream again as the pain came once more, ripping at his pectorals, “take.” Livi shook her head as she stood back up.

  “We never should have…You need medical attention. You REALLY need medical attention even if it’s just a bandage and some antibiotic cream on that bite. You can’t stay here and as a nurse I can’t let you stay here.” Damien stumbled to his feet. She was right, but there was no doctor who could fix what was happening and what was about to happen to his body.

  “I will go to the hospital,” He tried to sound reassuring. Just moments ago he had wanted as much of the both of them as he could take and yet now all he wanted was to get rid of them both. He had to for their own safety. “Let me just…” It was too late. As he went to step forward he could feel the searing pain ripping through him with ripples, tearing every muscle in his chest and turning him in to a beast. “Argh!’ He clutched at his chest, Livi now stepping backwards afraid of what was happening. “Get out!” Was all Damien could manage as the pain shot through his body once more, this time shooting up to his jawline and lingering as his jaw began to elongate. Every bone in his body felt as though it was going to crack, as though it already had. “RUN! NOW!” Livi stared over at her boyfriend who had already run for the door and the two of them gave Damien one last look before running for their lives.

  Damien stood tall, a sense of freedom overtaking his body as he padded around on his large brown feet. Stepping in front of the mirror he looked at himself. It was as though he could see himself staring back at him through the bear’s big brown almond shaped eyes. It was as though he could reach out and touch himself with the giant claws that were now his hands, but no matter what he thought, inside that head, he could force the creature to do nothing. He could feel only instincts, feed, sleep, hunt…

  Straight Teen Her in Control

  When Damien finds himself all alone in his apartment one night and his locked out neighbor comes knocking he just can’t help but invite her inside to dry off. Seeing her all wet Damien offers her some dry clothes and a chance to change, but as it turns out his dominating coed neighbor is looking for a little more than some dry clothes and a place to stay until her roommate gets home. But can Damien keep the werebear inside away from her for long enough to save her life?

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  Damien lay on his back staring up at the ceiling in his bedroom. Perhaps, he thought, this werebear thing wasn't such a big deal after all. Perhaps, he thought, it was something he could control, or better yet, something he could make go away? He stared at the five point star he had made from the dots in the ceiling paint, but what if it wasn't? What did a lifetime as a werebear really mean?

  The rain slapped against the window outside and Damien let out a deep breath as he turned on to his side. Why had she chosen him in the first place? Sure, he had taken her home but he had taken her home for a whole other reason, he'll if he'd actually known what her reasons were he sure as hell wouldn't have taken her back to his apartment. In fact, if he'd known what she was up to he wouldn't have talked to her in the bar at all. Still, that was all old news now, she had come back to his apartment and she had turned him in to a werebear
and now, as far as he knew, there was nothing he could do about it. He sighed again and pulled his comforter over himself, huddling down while the rain outside drummed rhythms on the windowpane.

  Damien stared at the alarm clock, it must have been an hour ago at least since he drifted off but the rain was still drumming out its song louder than ever. As he lay in bed there came a knock at the front door, it was barely loud enough to hear and for a moment Damien wasn't sure that he had heard it at all. It came again, this time more hurried than the last and he threw back his comforter and headed for the living room.

  “Hello?” Damien opened the door to see a woman standing before him, her hair soaking wet and dripping down her face as her clothes stuck to her.

  “Hi…umm sorry to bother you, but…umm” she spoke around the water that was dripping off the end of her nose, “I live next door…” Damien knew he recognized her from somewhere.

  “Shit, sorry, come in out of the rain. God, I don't know where my manners are.” He stepped back allowing her to come inside.

  “Thanks. Sorry, umm well, yeah…I live next door but I locked myself out and my roommate is still in class. Would it be possible for me to hide out here until the rain stops? I know it's a lot to ask and I can always drive down to the bar or something but…” She was babbling.

  “No, that'd be silly, you can hang out here. Let me get you a towel.” Damien went to the linen closet and pulled out a bath sheet. “You'll definitely catch a cold if you don't dry off. Actually stay there and I'll see if I have something you can wear, you're drenched.” Damien could already feel something within stirring as he looked over her perfectly toned body, her clothes clinging to her every curve.