“Nice tats,” I said to him when we reached the bar. He looked at his arm, “yes,” was all he said as he looked at them, he seemed a bit concerned. “So what do you want to drink?” he asked me. I stared at the bar, there were different bottles, and all I knew would get me really drunk. “Whatever you are having,” I told him. He laughed, “Well here is a shot for you and one for me. Cheers!” he said as he took the shot straight. Fuck shots, this early. I did it anyway.
The warmth of the alcohol made its way down my throat. A heated line that made me alert to the people around me. The music got louder and the lights got dimmer. “I think I want to dance,” I said to Damon, he nodded and watched me move to the dance floor. I moved my hips, slowly and sexily. I didn’t know what I was doing but I knew I wanted to have a good time. I was dancing around and having a good time, when suddenly I felt something go wrong.
The crowd starting running for the door, someone was going crazy at the far end of the bar. There were bottles being broken and the sound of men fighting suddenly became real. “What is happening,” my senses were trying to grasp what was going on but I was moving rather slowly, the alcohol was getting to my head.
“Damon!” I shouted, I couldn’t see him anywhere. I looked around and wondered into a room. It was a dark room and inside was Damon, he was talking to a man, and who by some coincidence had the same tattoos as Damon. I heard them talking, “they are fading,” I listened to the man talk. “It means that you have found the one,” he said to Damon. “How will she break it?” he asked the old man. “If she fully accepts you as the beast you are then it will be broken,” Damon bowed and turned, I hastily hid myself and got out of the small room and back to the bar. Damon was looking around, a look of panic on his face.
I tapped his shoulder, “you better be looking for me,” I said to him as he turned, a look of relief taking over his attractive face. “Let’s get out of here before the cops get here,” he said, “this way.” I followed him down a dark hallway towards the end of the room. There was a door and he pushed it open and we jumped out, running.
Damon seemed to be rather bothered. “What’s the matter?” I asked him, I was feeling rather elated after having that shot of alcohol. “Me? I’m fine, want to go get some dessert?” I nodded, “definitely but I don’t think I can walk any further.”
“Hop on then,” he said as he formed a piggyback stance, “come on.” If I was sober, which I was not, I wouldn’t have done it, but because I wasn’t I readily jumped on his back. He didn’t even wince at my weight; it was like he was carrying a backpack on his back and walked slowly down the street.
***
We had gotten back rather late. It was past one in the morning and I was tired and still a bit buzzed. “How long does this thing take to wear off?” I asked Damon as he laughed at me. “I can make you a hangover drink if you want?” he told me. “Sure,” I told him and we made our way up the flight of stairs to his apartment.
I was curious about his apartment, as I entered his place. There were paintings and drawings of weird creatures. Half man, half bear, half wolf and half man again. “What are these?” He didn’t answer my question. I looked at the books that were scattered across the coffee table, “occult? Are you majoring in occult studies or something,” I asked snickering.
“Lycanthropy,” he said, “I’m a pre-med student.”
I stared at him in disbelief, “a pre-med student with a ton of tattoos?”
“Don’t judge,” he laughed. “Those tattoos,” I suddenly remembered the old man, “what do they mean?”
He didn’t look at me and I felt him sigh. “I got these a long time ago. I can’t remember when but I just did, these are symbols of an ancient race and I was doing research on them and that will explain the books and everything else you see in here.”
I sat on the couch and picked up a book, I opened it to one of the pages. A picture of a man who was part bear stared back at me. “This,” I said, suddenly scared again, “what is this?” Damon looked at me and then at the picture, “an ancient beast in Scandinavian myth, the bear, they are like werewolves but stronger but their curse can be broken.”
I stared at the picture. I shut the book, “okay where is my hangover drink?” Damon readily handed it to me. I peeked into the cup, “you are not trying to drug me, are you?”
“Maybe I am,” he grinned.
I took a drink out of the cup and spat it out. “Yuck! What is this?”
He handed me a glass of water, “to stop hangovers.”
He sat on the coffee table in front of me and handed me the cup, “now drink.” I pushed the cup back to him, “no it tastes like…like…” and he kissed me. I sat there on his couch, eyes wide open, and my hands on the cup.
“Damon,” I said pulling back from him. “Don’t,” was all I could muster to say to him. “You don’t like me?” he asked a look of desire and hurt on his face. “No, no… it’s not…” he kissed me again and this time I let him kiss me.
The desires to feel him and have him want me welded up in me. I moved my hands under his shirt and felt his body. His body was toned, rock hard abs that tensed as my hands moved over them. I felt the scars on his chest and he pulled back. With one lift, he carried me in his arms and made his way to the bed room.
He put me on his bed. He pulled his shirt over his body and I saw the scars, the gashes that deformed his beautiful body, but it only made me want him more. “Where did you get those?” I asked him as he stood in front of me looking at me. “A long time ago…” his voice trailed off as if he were in a distant place.
“You saw me,” I was confused by now, “in the alleyway that night.” My heart started to beat faster, “the beast, the bear that was me.” I looked at him, I wanted him to tell me it was another sinister joke if his but he just stood there looking at me and waiting for me to say something.
“The tattoos? The symbols,” I asked, “these tattoos are the traces of the curse on me.”
“Selene,” he moved closer to me and I moved back on the bed. “Don’t be afraid,” I could hear the sadness in his voice, the plea for someone to understand him and it broke down all my walls. He moved onto me and I lay on the bed. “I’m not afraid of you,” I told him and I kissed him.
“You are…” I said in between kisses, “going to have to…ah!” I moaned as he nibbled on my neck, “tell me everything,” he looked at me and smiled, “I will… but can we focus right now?” he said smiling and I let him do what he wanted with me.
His body pressed down on mine as I felt him pull my hands upwards. “What are you?” I saw him take his belt off and tie my hands together. I never let anyone see me naked or have I ever had sex with the light on, I was insecure about my body. I tensed at the thought, “no lights,” I whispered.
“Selene, if you are worried about your figure, don’t be. You are ten times a woman than any other and I think you are sexier than you give yourself credit for,” he had finished tying my hands to the bed post. He kissed my neck and got between my legs. The corset top was going to be a challenge, but he undid them in a matter of seconds and pulled it off my body. I lay there, hands above my head, chest bare as he undid my pants. I was glad I wore my best underwear; he didn’t take my lace undies off.
He looked at me as I lay there on his bed, letting him claim me. He got on top of me and kissed me as he kissed my earlobes, down to my neck. My heart started beating faster. I pulled on the bonds that held my hands and I felt him move down to my breasts. He cupped them together and suckled on them, he bit them softly and I moaned in pleasure. I could feel his manhood between my legs. He kneeled on top of me and unzipped his pants, took them off and threw it to the side. I looked at this gladiator-like body. Tanned, toned and well endowed, he cupped my breasts while kissing me and squeezed them hard enough for me to arch my back.
I felt his hands slid down my stomach playing with the lace of my panties. His fingers found the mound of flesh that swelled between my legs. He kisse
d me while he played with me, gently stroking me as he moved his fingers faster and faster. “Damon,” I whispered as I parted my legs to let him do what he wanted. He slid my panties down to my ankles and I felt his hands moving up between my legs.
I wanted him to take me but I knew he was teasing me as it pleasured him more. “Damon,” I moaned, he stroked me harder and I felt his manhood enter me as he parted my legs wider.
I pulled against my bonds as he kissed me and slowly entered me. Inch by inch he made his way into me and pulling out slowly for me to fully feel him. He thrust into me, harder each time as he held me there claiming me as his.
Harder and faster he thrust into me, his belt holding me into place as I moaned and let the pleasure take over me. He kissed me harder as he entered me, cupping my breasts as he released into me. I felt him come as my body went limp under his. He lay on me for a while as we both savored in the pleasure of the moment, breathing hard.
He undid the belt that tied my hands to the bedpost and pulled me close to him. “How do you feel?” he asked his grip over me tight. “Pretty damn good,” I told him as he gave me a kiss.”
“Your tattoos!” His arms were clean, “what? Why?” and I remembered what the old man had said in the bar to him.
Epilogue
Damon and I started seeing each other and it was after a month that I realized that he had gotten me pregnant. “I had every intention,” he told me when I was furiously telling him about it. “Shh…sit,” he said, “what are you worrying about?” he asked me, “aren’t we supposed to be together until you get fed up of me or some sort of shit? I’m not leaving and I want this with you,” I wanted to cry but Damon made me feel safe and he did intend to take care of me and his child.
“Don’t you want a little bear running around?” he laughed. I smacked him on the head. Looks like I found the man, who was more than a man, to be with forever. A bear, my bear and I was happy with it.
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