by Mia Harris
Reaching one hand around to her behind, he squeezed it as he used the other hand to part her legs and rub between her folds. She was already wet, and he looked up at her with a wicked grin as he moved his mouth over her, sliding his warm tongue up and down her slit. After a moment of this treatment, he settled his mouth onto her clitoris and gently sucked and licked it.
Ari could already feel an orgasm building as he traced little circles on her sensitive bud, and he growled something as he did so. The vibrations from his mouth sent her over the edge, and she gasped and writhed against the wall as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Remy rose to his full height and kissed her again, and she could taste herself on his mouth as their tongues hungrily entwined. Ari’s legs continued to tremble from her orgasm, and without warning, Remy scooped her up in his strong arms and held her against the wall.
She knew what he wanted, and she wrapped her legs around his back as he entered her warm, slick tightness. Trying his hardest to not slip on the wet tiles, he thrust in and out of her, supporting her weight in his strong arms and getting harder and faster with each movement. He slid his mouth against her ear and growled softly.
“You shouldn’t have ignored me. I lied to you when I said that I would leave you alone if that’s what you wanted. I’m not going to let you go.”
Ari still had no idea what he was talking about, and cried out with delight as another wave of warm ecstasy surged through her. Moments later, Remy groaned with contentment and came, spurting his hot seed deep inside of her before pulling out and setting her back down on the wet tiles.
The shower was still going, and Ari washed away the sticky semen that was now trickling down her leg. Remy stood behind her, running his hands all over her soft curves.
“God, I love your body… So, tell me, why were you ignoring me?” he asked.
“I wasn’t. I thought you just used me the other night, and were never going to speak to me again.”
“I had several messages sent to your office,” he growled, seemingly not believing her.
“I really didn’t get them,” she said, squirming away from him and getting out of the shower.
She wrapped herself in a soft purple towel, and he turned the shower off and followed.
“Well, I just said that I would be away for a week, and that when I got back I was going to come for you. I missed you,” he said, his face softening.
Ari handed him a towel, but he shook his head.
“Let me show you something.”
Right in front of her, he shifted. Ari gasped as she saw his human body give way to the dark grey fur of his wolf form, and he looked up at her, his eyes glowing amber again. He shook his fur like a wet dog, and then suddenly he was Remy again, completely dry.
“See?” he said, smirking at her. “I don’t need a towel.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Life isn’t fair.”
She ignored his last statement and headed into her room, carefully checking that Marco wasn’t home to see her with the President. Imagine having to explain that one. Remy followed her.
“I came home one day earlier than I was meant to, you know,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her.
“Why, because you’re desperate to mate with me again?” she teased.
“No. Because it’s a full moon. The legend about full moons being an important time for werewolves is sort of accurate. Sort of. A full moon is seen by our kind as a new beginning, and a time for celebration. There’s an old folk saying that my father used to spout all the time; nothing bad ever happens on a full moon. It’s been true for me so far. The night that I won the election was a full moon, you know.”
“What has that got to do with me?”
“I wanted to celebrate the full moon with you,” he replied.
Ari looked into his eyes, and melted as she saw the expression in them.
“I really didn’t get your messages, Remy. Someone must not have given them to me for some reason,” she said.
“Well, I don’t forgive you just yet. You need to do more to make it up to me,” he growled, throwing her on the bed.
***
The weeks flew by, and soon, Ari’s internship was nearly over. Remy visited her in the night as often as he could, although as the President, there was only so much time that he could give her. Whenever he did have free time, however, she knew that he only spent it with her. She had never really been in love before, but whatever this was with him, it was the closest that she had ever felt.
“Ari, can I speak with you?” Beth asked, a week before she was due to finish.
“Sure,” she replied, following Beth into her small office.
“I didn’t want to tell you this in front of the others, because I figured they would be jealous. You’re being offered a paid position here once your internship is over. You would be working here with us, and also over in the office of Legislative Affairs when they need you. What do you say to that?”
“Oh my god… that’s amazing! Thank you!” Ari replied.
“You should thank yourself. You’ve worked harder and longer than anyone else,” Beth said, smiling.
For a second Ari had wondered if Remy had anything to do with her being offered the paid position, but Beth’s words told her otherwise. I earned this. She sailed through the rest of the day on a cloud of happiness, and when she got home, she shared the good news with Marco.
“That’s awesome!” he said, hugging her. “I need to make some calls and then go out, so we’ll celebrate another time soon, okay?”
“Okay.”
Ari ate dinner alone after Marco left, wishing that Remy was here with her to share in her happiness. A knock on the door startled her, and she raced over excitedly, expecting to see him standing there with his Secret Service agents. Why would he come this early? What if my neighbors see?
Upon opening the door, she immediately realized that it wasn’t him. It was Damien Xavier. The vampire. He was standing at her door with two other tall, dark-haired men.
“What are you doing here, Mr. Xavier?” she asked, confused.
He gave her a thin smile, and again, it didn’t quite reach his eyes. As Ari studied his face, she realized that he was actually quite handsome in a pale, angular way.
“Hello, Miss Mills. I don’t believe that we’ve met before, but I know who you are, and I know that you know who I am. You need to come with me,” he said, his voice quiet and calm.
His eyes seemed to glow a dark red for a brief moment, and Ari’s mouth dropped open.
“I’m not going anywhere with…” she started to say, but was interrupted by one of the men holding a black, sweet-smelling rag over her face.
Her last thoughts as she fell unconscious were of the President. Where are you, Remy? Help me!
***
Part Two
The faint chirping of birds outside woke Ari up, and she rubbed the sleep from her eyes before sitting up. For a few seconds, she didn’t remember what had happened, and then suddenly, memories from the previous night began to flood through her mind. Damien Xavier… his henchmen… kidnapped.
Fully alert now, she sat up and looked around. Her mouth dropped open as she looked around at the beautiful room that she was in. It was enormous, with a classic French-style interior design in soft muted colors. The furniture appeared to be antique, and outside, she could see the top tree branches of a large oak tree. Two little birds sat on the branch, and for a few moments Ari watched them, trying to figure out exactly what had happened, and where she could possibly be. What the hell is going on?
Looking down and pulling the blankets off herself, she noticed that she was wearing the same clothes from last night. It didn’t appear that she had been harmed in any way, either. Just as she decided to get up and try the closed door, there was a soft knock.
“Miss Mills, are you awake yet? If so, may I enter?”
The voice on the other side of the door was calm and smooth, and Ari immediately recognized
it as that of Damien Xavier.
“Umm… yes,” she called out, unsure as to what she should do in this situation. Why am I here? Why did he kidnap me, and why has he put me in such a nice room?
The door creaked open, and Damien entered. He was carrying a tray with several croissants, fresh fruit, Greek yogurt and an espresso.
“I thought you might like some breakfast,” he said, placing it on a small table near the bed.
Ari leapt to her feet.
“What the hell is going on? Where am I?” she asked.
Damien strode back over to the door and blocked her from being able to leave.
“Miss Mills, please give me five minutes of your time to explain why I brought you here. I am deeply sorry for the way that I had to bring you here last night, but I didn’t see any other way at the time. If you don’t want to stay after I am done talking, then you are free to go. I will not stop you, but I would be very saddened by your departure. I brought you here for protection,” he said.
His voice was so calm, so soft, and Ari didn’t know what to think at all. His green eyes stared directly into hers, and she felt weak at the knees. It occurred to her that she should be feeling afraid, but something in his face told her that she was safe here.
“Okay. Five minutes,” she said, trying her best to sound angry.
“Thank you. As I said, Miss Mills… may I call you Ari?”
“If you want.”
“Ari, I brought you here to protect you. I realize the way that I behaved towards you last night was unforgivable, but you would never have come with me if I had just asked, would you?”
“No,” she agreed. “What do you mean, to protect me?”
“The President is a very dangerous man, Ari. You don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into with him. I am aware of your little affair, but I am even more aware of what a special young woman you are,” Damien said, his eyes almost hypnotic as he watched her face carefully, trying to gauge her reaction.
Ari’s brows knitted together in confusion.
“How do you know about that? How is he dangerous?”
Damien laughed softly. He beckoned to a velveteen chaise longue, and she crossed the room, shooting a still-suspicious glance at him. When she was seated, he sat next to her, careful to maintain some distance between the two of them.
“As I was saying, Remy Armstrong is a dangerous man. All of his kind are dangerous, in fact. They are rough, mean, and consummate liars. I suppose that he has fed you a pack of lies about himself, and also my kind.”
“The vampires?”
“Yes. I am glad he has at least told you of our existence, although I assume what he has told you is just another of his lies.”
“Why should I believe anything you say about him? You kidnapped me!”
“Yes, I know. I tried to explain that, but as I said, I understand if you do not forgive me for it. As long as you are safe, I do not mind if you hate me. Please keep listening,” he replied, his tone as calm and smooth as ever.
Ari didn’t say anything, but nodded her head for him to continue.
“Politics is a nasty business, as I’m sure you’re starting to realize. I received a tip that the President had started a sexual relationship with one of his interns, and I knew it was you. I didn’t want to see you go down a dangerous path, so I brought you here to protect you. I knew it wouldn’t be long until he was controlling your entire life and dragging you down with him.”
“What exactly is so dangerous about him?” she asked, still completely confused.
“His kind claim to want peace and equality, but if that is so, then tell me… why do they do so little about it? Over half the world’s wealthiest citizens are werewolf, and what have they ever done to eradicate poverty and suffering? Very little.”
He cleared his throat before continuing.
“They hide behind their human masks and sit in politics, pretending to care about the average real human, but truthfully, all they want is to maintain their hegemony, and take things back to the days of Rome. I’m sure you know about Rome?”
“Yes. Remy told me that Romulus and Remus were the first werewolves, and they founded Rome, which led to their later progeny becoming immensely rich and powerful.”
“That is correct. To this day, they are still rich and powerful. I suppose he told you how vampires invaded their ranks, almost leading to their destruction?”
“Yes. Is that true?”
“Somewhat, yes. They were oppressing human and vampires alike, and we had to do something about it. And we have; we have removed many of them from positions of political power and replaced them with humans and vampires who actually want to do good.”
Ari was still no closer to understanding exactly what was happening.
“You still didn’t explain why you’re protecting me,” she said.
“I have been watching you very carefully since you started your internship, Ari. It was I who lobbied for you to be offered the paid position. You have a lot of potential. I would hate to see that wasted and slowly destroyed by a dangerous werewolf such as Remy Armstrong.”
Ari’s heart sank. So I didn’t really earn the job, then. Damien must have seen the hurt in her eyes, because he continued to speak.
“Not that you didn’t deserve it, by any means. You are a very smart girl, and a hard worker. It was well-deserved. I just know how cut-throat and competitive it can be in this line of work. Anyway, I didn’t want to see you get hurt by him, as I knew he was bound to do.”
“Well… what happens now?” Ari asked, still not quite believing anything that this smooth-talking vampire was telling her.
He stood up and looked down at her, holding his hand out. As he fixed his hypnotic gaze on her face again, Ari felt compelled to take it.
“Come, eat your breakfast. I would hate to see those beautiful curves of yours waste away,” he said, a thin smile turning up the corners of his mouth.
Ari studied his face again as he escorted her over to the little table where the breakfast tray sat, and she noticed that his lips were very red compared to the rest of his pale, angular features. She gulped down the now-lukewarm espresso, and then tore into a croissant. Wow, I am starving. In between mouthfuls, she questioned Damien some more, and started to feel more comfortable with him.
“I want to know more about vampires. From what Remy told me, you originated slightly later than humans and werewolves. Is that right? Also, where are your fangs? How can you just walk around in the day-time? Do you really drink blood?”
He grinned, and as he displayed a row of straight white teeth, two fangs suddenly popped out of his gums, and then retracted. It was so fast that Ari couldn’t tell where they had come from, or where they went when he retracted them.
“You have many questions, Ari. I knew you would. As I said earlier, you’re a very smart young lady. The lie that Remy has told you of our origins is one that many werewolves are told, and they believe it without question. But let me tell you the real story.”
Damien finally sat down across from her, and then continued to speak, his soothing voice washing over her, making her feel at-home despite her strange and unfamiliar surroundings.
“Romulus and Remus were the first werewolves, and as I’m sure Remy told you, they were two abandoned babies who were suckled by a she-wolf. That much is true. However, they were not human babies.”
“What do you mean?”
“Vampires and humans have co-existed on this Earth since the dawn of time. They shared a sort of symbiotic relationship; vampires needed human blood to survive, and humans needed vampires to keep their population numbers down lest they breed too much and over-populate, as humans are known to do. I realize this sounds awful to you, but it is just how nature works.”
Ari wasn’t all that horrified. She understood; after all, it made sense to her. Nature is a wild, cruel place, and it’s all about survival and co-existence with other species, I suppose.
“Anyway,” Damien conti
nued, “vampires have a sort of quality in their own blood. I suppose the closest word to describe it is magical, although it is not actually magic. We aren’t undead humans, and we can breed, contrary to popular belief. We just choose not to breed very often, to avoid over-population, seeing as we can live so much longer than humans. Did you ever study evolution in high school?”
“Yes.”
“Then you’ll know that humans are simply a divergent species from the original archaic humans; Homo sapiens. You are a Homo sapiens sapiens, and for another example, the Neanderthals were Homo sapiens neanderthalensis. Vampires are Homo sapiens vampirensis. We are related closely enough that we can interbreed, and even look very similar. Although, we very, very rarely interbreed.”
“Oh. What about the werewolves?”
“I was getting to that. As I said earlier, vampire blood has a certain… quality to it. The two abandoned babies that became the first werewolves were not human. They were vampire.”
Damien smiled and cleared his throat again.
“Their blood had that quality to it, and when they were suckled by the she-wolf, they somehow transformed into the first of their kind; a divergent species of vampire. Does it make sense to you that a plain human baby could just ‘become’ something like a werewolf, simply due to drinking a little she-wolf milk?”
“I guess not.”
“Exactly, my dear. Many of the elder werewolves know this, but they choose not to admit it, even to themselves, it seems. Remy knows. But he lied to you, so you would fall for him.”
Ari was starting to realize that everything Damien said made perfect sense, and it was becoming clear that Remy had not been honest with her at all. Her heart felt like it was sinking into her stomach, and she could feel hot tears threatening to spill onto her cheeks. Damien reached across and placed a cool hand over hers.
“I’m very sorry to have to tell you these things, Ari. I just wanted to keep you safe.”
“I know. I still don’t know exactly why you’re protecting me, but thank you,” she replied, smiling weakly as she fought back tears. “Can you tell me more?”
