Her Ancient Hybrid

by Marisa Chenery

  His words had her snapping out of the daze of sexual need that had descended over her. Waverly took a deep shuddering breath and tamped down her desire. She and Brolach were moving a little too fast. At the rate she was going, she’d be falling for him before she could get her mind wrapped around what he was.

  “Yeah, I don’t want to burn the chicken,” she said in a husky voice.

  Brolach released her and took a step back. She felt the loss of his closeness, but covered it up by opening the oven door to check on the chicken. She then busied herself with testing to see if the potatoes were done. They were.

  Waverly turned to find Brolach still close to her, watching. “The food is almost ready,” she said.

  She turned away and went about taking out plates and cutlery to set the table. Once she finished, Waverly took the chicken out of the oven, then drained the potatoes before she dished them up. She took a seat at the table as did Brolach.

  They ate in silence, him trying to mimic the way she used her knife and fork. Waverly got up and gave Brolach a second helping once he ate everything on his plate. He finished that one with the same gusto as he had the first.

  After they were done eating, and she’d put the plates into the sink to be washed with the pots and pans later, she led him out to the living room and sat on the couch. He followed suit.

  “Teach me more of your world,” he said.

  Waverly reached for the television’s remote. “This might not be the best way to do it, but I think it’ll be easier to show you.”

  She turned on the TV and watched his reaction to it. Brolach’s eyes widened, then he leaned slightly forward as the images played on the screen. He focused solely on it.

  “What is this? How did these small people get inside the box?” he asked with awe.

  Waverly bit back a smile. “It’s called a television or TV. And those people aren’t actually inside it.”

  She went on to explain how a TV worked. She also told him the differences between reality shows and make-believe ones along with movies and the news channels. Like a typical male, it didn’t take him long to ask for the remote and to be shown how to use it. After a while, Brolach became so engrossed in watching it, she might as well have not been there. She wondered if she’d made a mistake by getting the three-thousand-year-old hybrid addicted to television.

  As Brolach flipped through the channels, only staying for a few minutes on one before switching to the next, Waverly decided to do the dishes. It wasn’t as if he’d notice she was gone. She hoped the novelty wore off soon. She hated to think what he’d be like once she introduced him to computers and the Internet.

  Chapter Three

  Brolach found it hard to tear his gaze away from the TV. It was unlike anything he’d seen before. And it showed how much the world had changed while he’d slept. If not for Waverly, he doubted he’d last very long out in it by himself. He no longer had the capabilities to function in it anymore. He was like a child who had to learn everything about the environment he lived in.

  In some ways the world wasn’t as wild as it used to be. In others, it was harsher. Battles were no longer fought hand-to-hand. Warriors were armed with weapons that could be used from a great distance and caused more damage along with loss of life. It was disturbing to him.

  He had no idea how long he sat there watching until he noticed Waverly was no longer beside him. Brolach stood and went in search of her. She wasn’t in the kitchen, but he saw the washing up had been done so she had been in there. He headed toward the room where her bed was to be found.

  She was there. Waverly sat on the mattress, holding a black rectangle-shaped object. She touched her finger to its surface or ran it along it. He walked into the room and climbed up next to her on the other side.

  She looked at him. “Did you watch enough TV?”

  “For now. I came looking for you when I noticed you weren’t there.”

  “You were kind of distracted, so I did the dishes, then came in here to check my emails and read on my tablet for a bit.”

  Brolach had no idea what any of those things meant, but he’d ask her about them at another time. He’d gotten so caught up in the TV he’d neglected his mate. He was supposed to be winning her over, getting her used to the idea of him being a part of her life. So far, he hadn’t done much of that.

  “Well, I am no longer,” he said as he inched closer.

  “I can see that.” Waverly placed what she held on the table next to her side of the bed, then turned back to him.

  He shifted in her direction and put his arms around her. Brolach lowered his head and claimed her lips in a kiss. At first, Waverly just accepted his kisses, but it wasn’t too long before she returned them and put her arms around his neck. He growled in approval. This was what he should have been doing instead of watching TV.

  Brolach swept the seam of her lips with his tongue, then pushed inside. The taste of her ramped up his desire. He took hold of her waist, lifted her and positioned her so she straddled his lap, facing him. She let out a quiet moan as her pant-clad pussy came down on top his hard cock.

  He rocked up into her, his werewolf mating urge demanding he take her. His vampire side wanted to sink his fangs into her as he sheathed his shaft deep inside her. He wanted her, and he’d have her. She seemed more than willing. She ground herself against his erection, mewling her pleasure into his mouth.

  Brolach skimmed his hands around to her front and pushed them up inside her shirt. He found her breasts and cupped them through the undergarment she wore, thumbing her taut nipples. Waverly sucked on his tongue and arched her back to press her chest harder against him.

  She lifted her head, breaking contact with his mouth, and looked at him. Her eyes were dilated with arousal. “More,” she said. “I need you to touch me more.”

  His fangs dropped as his desire grew. “I’ll give you as much as you want.”

  Waverly reached for the bottom of her shirt and lifted it off. She tossed it over the side of the bed. Next, she reached behind her back and did something that undid the garment that covered her breasts. That too ended up on the floor.

  Brolach gazed at what Waverly had uncovered. The mounds were more than a handful and were tipped with pink nipples. He leaned forward and dragged the flat of his tongue across one. She sank her hands into the sides of his hair and held him against her. He didn’t need any further encouragement.

  He opened his mouth and took a taut nipple inside. She gasped and rubbed her pussy against his cock. He gently bit down on the tight peak, and carefully ran the tip of his fang along it before he sucked on it hard. He palmed her other breast, stroking his thumb back and forth.

  The scent of Waverly’s arousal filled his nose with each breath he took. His cock grew even harder and strained against the front of his pants. Brolach released her and took off his shirt before he reached for the material at her waist. It had the same type of fasteners like the other pants she’d worn. He gripped the waistband and would have ripped them open, but she stopped him by pushing his hands away.

  “You’re not going rip another pair of my jeans beyond repair,” she said. “I’ll show you how to get them off the right way. Watch and learn.” Once he set his gaze at her hands, she pushed the metal disc through the material. “You undo the button.” She grasped a small tab just under the button and pulled down, opening the jeans as little teeth separated. “And unzip the zipper. Now they can be removed.”

  Brolach took hold of the loosened waistband and tugged it down Waverly’s hips. She rose on her knees and helped him push her jeans past her bottom and then off each leg. She tossed them aside.

  He touched the silky material of the garment that covered her pussy, the only thing keeping her from being completely naked. “What do you call this?” he asked in a husky voice as he trailed a finger along the top of them.

  “They’re my panties or underwear.”

  “And what you wore over your breasts?”

  “That was
a bra.”

  “I have to say I like them.”

  Waverly smiled. “Most men do.”

  “I think I’d like to see you without your panties right now.”

  “That’s doable.” She made short work of removing them. “Now you seem a little over dressed with your sweatpants on. They need to go.”

  Brolach was quick to push down his remaining clothing. His cock sprang free as he tugged the pants down his legs. A bead of pre-cum sat on the very tip. As he tossed the garment away, Waverly used a finger to rub the moisture into his skin. A growl rumbled out of him. Her touch would easily bring him to his knees if he’d been standing.

  He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and brought her mouth down to his. Brolach kissed Waverly with all the passion that built inside him. She returned it with the same intensity as she fisted his shaft and pumped up and down. His fangs throbbed in time with his erection, but he ignored them. He wouldn’t bite her again tonight. This would just be pleasure he could give her with his body.

  As she stroked his cock, he reached between them and found her pussy. He dipped a finger into her wetness and then played with her clit. Waverly moaned, and her grip tightened on his shaft. Brolach pushed a digit inside the opening to her body and pumped in and out. He soon added a second. Her moans increased in volume as she rode them.

  “Brolach, you’re going to make me come.” Waverly panted.

  “Not yet. I want to be inside you when you do.” He pulled his fingers out of her. “Take what you need.”

  She released him, held on to the tops of his shoulders and positioned her pussy over his cock. The head slipped into her wet opening, and they both moaned. With even strokes, she worked his full length inside her until he was seated to the hilt. There was nothing like having his body joined to his mate’s.

  Waverly rose onto her knees, then slowly sank on his cock again until he was buried deep. She continued the slow up and down pace as her inner muscles squeezed him tight. Brolach held on to her hips and looked down to watch her pussy take his shaft. He grew even harder.

  He drew her closer and nuzzled the side of her neck. Waverly rode him faster as he dragged a fang along her skin. As Brolach edged nearer to his release, the urge to bite tried to take him over. He fought it, concentrating on the pleasure she gave him. He reached between them and found her clit. He stimulated it with the tip of his finger and thrust up his hips to meet each of her downward strokes.

  Waverly let out a whimpered moan as she came. Her inner muscles rhythmically clutched and released his plunging cock. Having her fall apart in his arms had his arousal soaring, and his balls rising closer to his body in preparation for his own climax.

  Brolach kept his arms around her and took her down to the mattress flat on her back while keeping their bodies joined. He lifted his chest off her and balanced his weight on his straightened arms. She held on to his biceps as he surged in and out of her pussy. He took her hard and fast, his orgasm building with each thrust. With a growled groan, it washed over him. His cock pulsed as he filled her with his cum.

  Once it was over, he collapsed on top her, mindful of his greater weight. She put her arms around his back and held him tight as they both fought to catch their breaths. He was quite happy to stay exactly where he was.

  *

  Waverly closed her eyes and enjoyed the afterglow. Making love to Brolach could only be described as intense. He’d set her body on fire, and he’d known just how to quench the flame. Boy had he ever. He might be ancient, and had slept for two thousand years, but he definitely remembered how to wring the most pleasure out of a woman. Her climax had been the best she’d ever had.

  Brolach was heavy, but not to the point where she wanted him to get off her. He supported most of his weight on his bent arms. His face was against her neck, close to where it met her shoulder. He gently kissed her there, which sent a shiver of delight through her.

  It also reminded her of how good it’d felt to have him run his fangs along her skin. If he’d bitten her, she didn’t think she would have complained. Actually, she’d wanted him to do it. The sensation of his sharp teeth coming in contact with her neck had pushed her arousal higher. After he’d fed from her the first time, she’d thought for sure she wouldn’t want him to do it again. Obviously, that wasn’t the case.

  He lifted his head and brushed his lips across hers. “That was worth waiting two thousand years.”

  Waverly smiled. “I’ll have to take your word on that since I haven’t been alive that long. I’ve only seen twenty-seven, which probably seems like nothing to you.”

  “Maybe not, but the main thing is I finally found you.”

  “So you’re still sure I’m your mate?”

  “Yes. That hasn’t changed. If anything, making love to you has reaffirmed that. My werewolf side wants to keep you in this bed and have sex with you until you’ve fully accepted me as yours and the mate bond forms between us. My vampire side wants to do the blood exchange that will also tie you to me.”

  “You might be ready for all that, but I’m not sure I am.”

  He kissed her forehead. “I know. You live in a world where werewolves and vampires aren’t supposed to exist. Even before I went to sleep it was getting to be that way. Humans have always had a hard time accepting what they don’t understand.”

  Waverly had to agree with that. If everyone knew supernatural beings actually existed, there would be riots in the streets. Plus, there was a good chance they’d try to wipe those two races off the face of the Earth.

  “I might still find it a bit of a shock to know what you are, but I think I’m well on my way to understanding,” she said with a smile.

  Brolach grinned. “I’m glad.”

  She grew serious. “Can I ask you a couple questions?”

  “Of course. Anything. You’re my mate.”

  “All right. First question. Why were you buried for two thousand years? Couldn’t you’ve found a better place to sleep? Like a cave or something?”

  Brolach rolled to his back and took Waverly with him so she lay sprawled across his chest. “I didn’t put myself in the ground. I was buried with the hopes I’d eventually die.”

  Waverly slide off him and sat up at his side. “What? Someone tried to murder you?”

  “Not a single someone. It was more than one person.”

  “Why?”

  “Because of what I am. A hybrid. My mother’s people, the vampires, believe it’s an abomination for one of their kind to mate or breed with a werewolf, which they consider to be animals.”

  “Obviously, your mother didn’t think that way.”

  He smiled. “No, she didn’t. She loved my father with all her heart. Since they knew their mating would cause problems with her kind, my parents decided to leave their homeland and cross the ocean on a trip that hadn’t ever been done before. My mother was already pregnant with me at the time. After they arrived here, they met the native people, who’d never seen a vampire or a werewolf before, let alone someone with white skin. They took my parents in and treated them as if they were from the gods.”

  “Where did they come from?”

  “A land very far to the north where winter came earlier and lasted longer. During the warm months, the sun never set. And in the colder ones it never rose. My parents called the land Suomi.”

  Waverly shook her head. “I’ve heard of that name. I dated a foreign exchange student in high school. He was from Finland. Suomi is Finnish for Finland. When did your parents come to South Dakota?” At Brolach’s blank stare, she added, “When did they come to these lands? They’re called South Dakota now.”

  “Three thousand years ago. I was born here.”

  “Holy crap. Your parents pre-dated the Vikings coming to North America by two thousand years. That means they were the first white people to find the continent.”

  “You speak of things I don’t understand.”

  “Your parents coming to these lands, being the first non
-natives, it’s a big deal. And if it became common knowledge, it’d change history.”

  “That wasn’t their intent. No one knew for sure if there was actual land to be found across the ocean. They were willing to take the risk to live in peace. It was particularly hard on my mother. They made the trip in the summer. Vampires can’t survive in the sun. My father built a coffin for her to sleep in when it was light. Many of her kind had traveled that way.”

  “I guess that’s where the myth of vampires having to sleep in coffins comes from. So they came to live with the natives. Did something happen between your family and them to cause you to be buried?”

  “No. The natives had accepted us. What my parents didn’t count on was some of my mother’s family finding out about their mating and where they’d run to. We’d lived here for a thousand years with nothing to fear. That changed when the vampires, my mother’s kin, arrived on these lands. They used their blood tie to my mother to find us.” Brolach’s face grew grim.

  “What happened?”

  “They took us by surprise one night and set our home on fire. My mother was still awake and smelled it before the flames spread too much. We ran outside to find five vampires waiting for us. My father would have fought them, but they’d subdued my mother and threatened to kill her if he didn’t allow them to tie him with ropes that had silver in them. The metal considerably weakens a werewolf. They said they’d let her go if he complied. He quickly agreed since my mother was in the last stages of her second pregnancy. I handed myself over as well, even though silver has no effect over me.”

  From the harshness in Brolach’s voice, Waverly had a feeling the end of this story wasn’t going to be good. “They didn’t let your mother go, did they?”

  He growled. “No. Once they bond my father and me, they put a stake through my mother’s chest to render her unable to move, then set her on fire. My father tried to get to her, but the ropes left him too weak. They took his head while his mate and unborn child burned.”