Wingless And Damned (The Damned Series)

by Dawn White

  As he is licking my juices from his fingers, another loud growl emanates from him and seems to make him even more eager to conquer my moistness. He slides up on his knees. I glance at his astounding manhood. It is throbbing and ready to conquer me. I move my hand and take hold of his delicious member, sitting up so I can lick it from base to tip and back again. I reach down and cup his amazing balls. I hear him growl more as I tease him. He apparently won’t wait for my satiny pink folds any longer.

  He grabs me by my legs and flips me over onto my stomach; pressing me, wide open with his strong hips. He thrusts his shaft into me with one swift, mind blowing motion to nestle himself deep inside me. As if I were made for him, I accommodate the painful thickness of him. I gasp, not understanding how I am able to accommodate his massive girth.

  He notices my apprehension and whispers in my ear, “I won’t hurt you. I was made to be inside of your tightness!” Groaning, he pushes the rest of his shaft deep inside my tight hot velvet. He thrusts in and out of me and I feel another amazing climax building to its apex.

  All I can manage to moan out is, “Slow down!” As soon as the words leave my mouth, he flips us so I am now on top of him. I feel the full brunt of his girth and moan so loud I wouldn’t be surprised if I rattled the walls! As I am gliding my wetness up and down on his shaft, he pulls me down to meet his eager mouth and kisses me so sensually I think I might stop breathing. I am reeling from our consuming passion and feel a pleasant pain on my lips as his teeth sink into them. I can’t help myself but to bite his lips in return. An amazingly warm, metallic taste rushes into my mouth. I am quickly consumed by him. Not being able to hold myself back any longer, my climax rocks his body as well as my own. Hearing him groan loud, I feel his seed spill deep inside my body.

  He suddenly leans back and then rubs his hands down my arms and smiles at me, “I told you we were made for each other!”

  I smile back at him as I let my eyes wander down his shockingly toned chest and arms. My eyes reach his left bicep as I see a bone wolf I swear wasn’t there when I saw him sit up earlier.

  Alexander smiles so kindly. “You have one also, my love. Apparently it is part of our mating being fulfilled.”

  Jumping out of bed and running to the full length mirror, what I see staring back at me shocks the hell out of me. I put my shaking hand over my mouth to stifle the scream building in my throat. My eyes are no long brown; they are now black and my body isn’t soft any more. It is lean muscle everywhere! When the shock of the tribal mark, my eyes, and body wear off, I feel the pain from sharp teeth protruding out of my lips and little drops of blood form at both corners of my cherry lips. Alexander takes this time to walk up behind me. Whimpering as I see his blue eyes are also black and his teeth have also lengthened. Seeing him the same as myself doesn’t shock me as much as hearing the growl escape from deep inside my throat.

  Alexander smiles and laughs as he realizes what I’m shocked about. “Most women would be worried about their appearance being different. You are upset about my eyes and you growling. I can’t believe how amazing you actually are. Now that we are mated, we will be with each other until the end of time!”

  Smiling at him, a small giggle escapes my throat. He takes my hand and walks me toward the beautiful washroom.

  Chapter Seven

  When the flirtatious fun wears off Alexander gets all serious. “I need to bring you to where this all began. When we finish cleaning up and filling our stomachs, we need to start our training.”

  Blinking at him like he has four heads as I ask, “What kind of training do you mean? I am now a fucking vampire, werewolf, hybrid or whatever you want to fucking call it! And why the hell can I hear voices in my head?”

  He looks at me like I’m stupid. “That's me silly and probably a few tribal ancestors mixed in.”

  Soaking in what he just said, I smile and sigh in relief. “Well now I know I’m not insane!” He must think I'm joking because he laughs at me. Feeling affronted by his being so clueless to my discomfort, I grab my towel and make my way to the double headed shower. Stepping into the shower, I lean back out the door so he can hear me. “When you’re done being a smartass, I don’t mind if you join me, but until then you can fuck off.” I slam the shower door, laughing to myself, Round one to me!

  Forgetting he can hear what I think, he busts out with such a boisterous laugh it makes me stop mid-scrub. Finally, as if tuning into the voices in my head, he makes it clear to me he didn’t mean to hurt my feelings and I swear he told to not be such a whiny girl. I laugh out loud when I hear him call me a whiny girl! “You wouldn’t like me so much if I wasn’t a girl!” “Touché.” enters my mind followed by a loud laugh echoing in my head.

  Trying to speak as loud as I can over the shower, I tell him, “You know this is only confirming the fact these inner dialogues of ours are going to drive me insane!” I notice he is thinking on what I have just said to him.

  Stepping out of the shower, I am greeted by the same beautiful Indian woman as this morning. I look at her with a sweet smile and I can't stop the words from coming out of my mouth. “I have no clothes here. I have no idea what I’m supposed to wear.” Holy shit, I am a damn girl! I hear Alexander laughing in the bathroom. I can’t help but smile knowing why he is laughing at me again. The Indian lady introduces herself to me.

  “My name is Meda, I am your lady-in-waiting, and I have already taken the liberty of getting clothes I hope you will like. I got your sizes from the clothes you wore earlier.”

  I note Meda has a tick; every time she says anything, she flicks her long, thick, black hair off her shoulders. Her eyes are shaped like almonds and uniquely, they are almost the same color. Her cheek bones are so high that when she smiles her whole face lights up. It’s a wonder any of the men of this tribe ever get any work done with this beauty walking around.

  Meda guides me straight to the wardrobe in the bedroom. She opens the thick mahogany doors and hands me a pair of dark jeans and a black T-shirt. Just as I am about to inquire about undergarments, she reaches into a hidden drawer at the bottom and hands me a black lacy bra with panties to match. I can’t help but marvel at how amazing these feel. I slide my legs into the tightness of the new faded jeans. By the time I am done putting on my clothes, I look around the room only to find a pair of socks and a pair of flat leather, knee-length boots awaiting me.

  Where did Meda go?

  After I finished dressing, I met Alexander in the nook of our suite to finish our breakfast. When I finish devouring the blueberry muffins Meda was so sweet to bring for us, I reach for the coffee and curse at myself—as if it could possibly still be warm from before our lovemaking. To my delight, the coffee is still hot. Being happy with my hot cup of coffee, I sit back and relax long enough to feel the heat from my black ceramic mug warm my hand. I smile because even as a hybrid or whatever the hell I am, I can still enjoy a good cup of coffee.

  * * * *

  When we walk by the people of our village, Alexander glances at me with cool, calming thoughts. “These are your people; we have been waiting two centuries for you. They are all curious who the beauty is on my arm.”

  As I smile at the villagers who glance my way, I keep moving along hand in hand with Alexander toward the dangerous darkness of the looming forest.

  Alexander looks at me and casually, as if asking if I want an ice cream cone, asks me, "Are you ready to start our training?"

  I can't help but laugh nervously and then just nod my head in agreement, as we test out our newly acquired speed in the thick forest.

  When Alexander finally stops running at his astounding rate, I stop by his side realizing the speed we have been moving at is not that of human speed. As we cross into a clearing that feels strangely like déjà vu, Alexander is already removing the large tree limbs and small but heavy trees piled in our way. My senses seem to be coming alive. Stopping so I can listen to what I can make out, I get an uneasy feeling every move we make is being watched. Ale
xander senses it too, which makes him move as fast as possible. Rushing to his side to help remove the immense pile of foliage, we are to able reach the middle of the mound. I am shocked to find a door. It looks to have never been opened.

  Just in case we are being followed, I tap into our mental connection. "Why are we here?”

  He doesn’t answer me right away, instead he rushes to open the door and ushers me inside. “I wasn’t ignoring you, but we needed to get inside as quickly as possible. We aren’t the only ones that can telepathically communicate. To answer your question—this is where it all started.”

  As I look around, I am surprised at how eerie this place looks and smells. Seeing massive roots hanging through what I’m now realizing are cavern walls. The farther down the winding stairs we get, the mustier the air is. I swear I am detecting a dark ancient magic inside these creepy walls. When we get to the base of the staircase, Alexander reaches against the wall grabbing at something. Suddenly a fire quickly erupts from the end of a large torch. Alexander moves ahead of me guiding us with the light of the torch. We get to the end of the hall and find a very heavy door. When I place my hand on the door, I feel an awe inspiring wave of power rush through me. Alexander senses my unease and pushes the door open. He disappears into the darkness only to be quickly backlit by a bright fire. As soon as he lights the fire, he proceeds to light one in each corner. The eerie feeling I get in the pit of my stomach sends chills down my spine. Something, or someone, is watching us.

  Alexander must feel it also because he rushes to my side and speaks to me through our connection. “This is where it all started. This is where the original witch twisted the curse we now bear. Your mother was the leverage used against the witch in order to get her to twist it. Ciarra was the witch’s name. It was Ciarra who saved your life when your mother went into labor. She also saved the Faeries, who you know as your aunts. They were being held here as the original Strigoi’s' slaves.”

  Leaning into Alexander, I welcome his strong embrace. The moment I was pressed against him my body started yearning for him to touch me in places not befitting this cave. Letting out a giggle, I quickly try and sneak under his strong arm. Walking around him, I carefully plan out my next words. “So this is where it all started? Why do I feel this overwhelming darkness everywhere I turn?”

  He knew where I was going with it and paced back and forth in front of one of the fire pits. “My dear there is a horrible darkness consuming this place. I can only tell you of our legends and one of them is of a terrible evil. I guess it would be considered a demon. It was released when Ciarra twisted her curse. I know not where the demon is, however he is never far from this horrid place.”

  I’m pretty sure he just said a demon is here among us. I look around only to have my gaze drawn time and time again to a long altar of solid rock in the center of the large room.

  Not being able to stop myself as I walk toward it. I get right up on it and notice an almost black shiny finish to the altar. It looks an awful lot like dried blood. When I reach out and touch it, my worst fears are revealed. “It is dried blood! Whose blood is it?”

  I can’t help but think it’s my mother’s blood.

  Hearing my thought, Alexander wraps his arms around me the best he can to comfort me. “It’s not your mother’s blood, I swear to you. Your mother gave birth in a chamber down the hall. No harm came to her other than the frailty of her body giving out during childbirth.”

  The words weren’t even off his tongue when we are plunged into total darkness. Even our torch was extinguished. I held myself closer to Alexander.

  He eagerly says, “I guess we start our training now!”

  Trying to rush away from the noise I hear, a thunderous roar that makes me believe Alexander is tracking the beast that upon opening my eyes is standing within two feet of my current position. This is fucking training?

  Willing my feet to carry me, as far from the nine feet tall, goat-legged red beast as possible, I finally get a good look at it. When our eyes meet, I am drawn to the fact this monster has, eyes shaped like a goat. I guess they match the fact his feet are hoofed like an animal also. Instead of seeing two arms and two legs, he has four sets of what appear to be sharp curves I can only describe as claws at the end of his three pronged hands. It also has horns.

  I try to stick close to Alexander as this ferocious, snarling, massive beast of the netherworld descends upon us. The last thing I see before being flung like a damn ragdoll across the cave is a clawed hand slashing my right shoulder. When I finally get my eyesight to clear, I notice Alexander’s hands are now claws. His teeth were glistening with the bright red blood of this nefarious beast. Even now, I can’t help but think Alexander is the sexiest thing I have ever laid my eyes upon.

  While watching Alexander hold his own, he connected with me. “A little help here! If we rip its head off, its body will be useless. Help me take it apart.”

  I surprised myself with the speed I propel myself from against the cavern wall. The moment I launch myself across the room, my teeth descend and my hands are nothing but massive claws. All I can think about is spilling as much of this creature on the ground as possible. As I get closer, I am met with a clawed hand going straight through my left shoulder. Damn it, as if his claws didn’t do enough damage the first time around. Surprisingly with his claw stuck inside my shoulder and my meat and muscles hanging loosely out around my shoulder blade, I feel no pain. Laughing at it, I reached up and use my claws to rip the hand stuck to me from his wrist. All that remained was a stump. I reached down and ripped the clawed appendage out of my shoulder. Now, I’m not going to lie, ripping it out fucking hurts!

  I throw myself onto its back as Alexander is straddling its face with his muscular legs. Now working together, we both claw and chew at his thick neck until our claws and foreheads meet in the middle. Alexander, knowing we are victorious, did backflips with the demons head in his hands. Seeing a giant fire light, I spot Alexander, bloodied, and clawed, throwing the head into the raging inferno. As the body hit the ground, I looked upon what we had accomplished with awe. I am still having problems grasping the fact I am a monster now.

  With his new found speed, Alexander rushes to me, takes me in his arms, and holds me. I lift my face to his only to see it covered in blood. He takes that as an invitation to close the distance and sensually places his lips against mine. His tongue quickly finds my mouth eager to be conquered by his sweet bloody mouth. I can’t help but get wrapped up in the moment and quickly find myself relishing in this bloody passion I now find myself. Our passion was short lived as the rest of the fires lit. I look around while keeping my back snuggly placed against Alexander’s muscular frame. As I press harder into him, I feel his thickness pressed against my ass.

  I can’t help but laugh and tap our connection. “Really? Now?”

  With a thunderous clapping of hands, we are rudely snapped back to reality. The sound seems to echo off every nook and cranny this immensely vile cave holds. When we finally pinpoint the location of the noise, we are met by a tall, dark, red-eyed creature. His large frame stands more than nine feet tall, and his skin is translucent showing blue spidery veins traversing his horrid face.

  Alexander apparently recognizes the creature and whispers, “Vemeri.”

  I take this moment to link our thoughts and ask him, “Who the hell is he?”

  His one word reply startles the hell out me. “Original!” Alexander steps in front of me to look Vemeri in the eyes and then asks him, “Where, are the other five?”

  Vemeri laughs at the question. “Obviously not here or your little huntress would be dead by now!”

  In all his glory, Alexander launches at him. I notice he is able turn into his awesome, monstrous self-mid-lunge. Vemeri, clearly sensing the attack, side steps. Alexander anticipates the move and adjusts his movements. I find myself transforming into whatever the hell it is I am. I look at my hands; they now have huge claws. My teeth are so sharp they cut my lips when
I accidently press them into my bottom lip. I encounter the sweet taste of blood trickling out of my wound as I lick my lips and sync my moves with Alexander's.

  I launch myself high into the air. As I descend, I attack Vemeri from the side. Alexander maneuvers him into my trajectory. Instead of scoring a hit on the Strigoi, Vemeri kicks me across the room. My lungs feel like they are trying to inhale glass when I land in a broken heap of muscle and bone. Instantly my femurs starting to mend and I double over from the pain caused by my impact with the wall. I am sure I am turning purple from the lack of oxygen. This only pisses me off more. Once my bones are whole, I catapult myself into the air again. This time I am met by Vemeri being tossed like a toy by Alexander. When I look at Alexander he is no longer just a half anything; he is full-fledged werewolf. As I start to claw and bite at the only body part put in my path, I glance up only to see a leg going flying past my face. All I can think is “Asshole, you almost hit me!”

  I am met with Alexander's snickering as I pulled my mouth free from Vemeri’s throat. Deep in my mouth and hanging from my bloody lips, is the Adam's apple of a once powerful original Strigoi. Blood gushes up and out and seems to cover any surface in its path. Hearing wet choking sounds, I pulled my head back, I spit the Adam's apple out of my mouth. I lick the dripping blood from my fingertips and watch as Vemeri eyes glaze over and his body begins involuntary twitching; my first original hits the floor with a bloody splat. I step back for a second to marvel in our victory once more.

  When I look at Alexander, he is dazzlingly naked and covered in Vemeri’s blood from head to toe. I smile at him and feel and overwhelming need to touch him but settle for the less depraved action of saying, “I love you! One down, five to go!”