We had had a wonderful time drinking at the bar, and I remembered distinctly his laughter. He had been just as happy as I and perhaps was just as inebriated. For every one mixed drink I had, he had two straight.
It was after I had fallen down a small flight of stairs that he had deigned the party over. “Dawn is coming soon. Time to nap, you fucking fish,” Bryce told me. “Your metabolism ain’t worth shit after a four hundred and some dollar tab.”
I hissed at him. “Whatever…sure… I could drink more.”
“I don’t think so,” Bryce said. “Let me help you out. Get you comfortable, eh?”
His hands went to my zipper, which I found oddly humorous. Trying to be so sneaky and gentle, it took him forever to get the button opened and the zipper pulled down. I giggled as his warm knuckles brushed against my stomach. “Why are you trying to take off my clothes? I told you that I wasn’t going to give in to you. I want to,” I had to add. “I really do. You’re so nice to me. You saved me and you fed me and you tried to make sure that I didn’t run into anything. I should pay you with sex.”
“Lex, I’m just putting you to bed, that’s all.” Bryce grabbed the waistband of my pants and pulled them all the way off my legs, without much disturbance to my boxers. He moved to unfasten my shirt next.
“Sure you are.” I placed my hand over his fingers, measuring their width. They would spread perfectly against my skin.
The things that I wanted to do with Bryce and to him made me bold. Lifting his hand off of my shirt collar, I kissed the werewolf’s hand and discovered the skin to be slightly leathery. “Mmm. I would say that I don’t trust you but I do. Really, it’s me I don’t trust. I’m too selfish, too demanding, and greedy for you…”
Bryce scoffed, but I assured him. “Really. I have no doubt that you would be wonderful in bed, those big arms and thighs of yours wrapped around me.” Running my fingers up his arm, I found it soft with copious down. “It’s all so tempting,” I told him.
The bed dipped with the weight of the beast. I smiled as the heat of Bryce’s breath warmed my face. Bryce said, “Tempting, huh? You have no idea of what temptation is. It took all that I had not to transform inside of that casino. With you looking so sexy and drunk…”
Thinking I at least had a clue, I turned in the direction of the warmth and brushed my lips against his. The combination of his soft pliant lips and the bristle of his beard was such a wonderful contrast, I couldn’t help rubbing my cheek against it. “You think I’m sexy,” I asked. “It’s you that’s the sexy one.” Seeking another kiss, I rose up on one elbow. Bryce slipped his arm around my back and pulled me against his chest. Forceful and wet, his tongue bullied mine into submission, coiling around mine, squeezed and laved with an intensity I had never had. I had been kissed by males before, by amorous females, but never by such a hungry beast.
Even when he set my bruised lips free and laid his attention onto my throat, I was still in limbo and deeply in need of more.
Bryce lowered me back down to the bed, despite my muttered protests. I grabbed hold of his arm and tried to bring him down on top of him. He lay down at my side.
I turned on the bed with a hunger of my own, my suppressed desires growing at the warmth and bulk of Bryce’s body beside me. Putting my leg on top of his, I moved over him. My plan was to turn the tables on him, but that notion went up in smoke the moment my eager erection met up with his. I felt the heat; I sensed it. He was into me, and there was no way for me to deny it, not with such proof.
Hunger ruled my cock and my stomach. I wanted to fuck him, to be fucked by him, to feast from him. More importantly, I wanted him out of his clothes.
Bryce’s hands found my ass and brought my hips tighter against his. Rubbing the thick whiskers of his stout jaw against my face, his breathing was just as erratic as mine.
“You need some help, babe?”
Pulling the first button free, I started on the second. “No, I don’t. You just lay there.” The only parts of the werewolf that moved were his chest and that wonderfully large cock. I chose the less intimidating course, burying my face in the thick patch of fur beneath Bryce’s shirt. With every button opened, there was more chest hair to rub my cheeks against. I got down to the last button and used my hands to confirm what my cheeks already knew -- beneath me was a warrior. My warrior. Scooting upward, I found that tree trunk of a throat and pushed my tongue through the coarseness of his beard until it met with flesh.
Running my tongue over his pulsing carotid, I closed my lips around the patch of skin over it and sucked. My fangs tingled with the need to puncture the skin. I could almost taste the hot blood beneath the surface. Giving the beast an intense hickey, I barely noticed his hands beneath the hem of my boxers, stroking my ass.
As a thick, dangerous digit found its way in between the cheeks of my ass, I warned the wolf. “I’m watching my fangs. You should watch those claws.”
Bryce nipped me on the shoulders with fangs of his own. It wasn’t painful, but it was enough to catch my attention. “You can bite me if you want. You can even have a sip.”
“No…wouldn’t want to drain you.”
Letting out an almost mocking laugh, Bryce replied, “Have you ever bitten a werewolf?”
“No, but I could hurt you. I could drain you.”
“I’m brave. Try me.” Bryce’s paws pressed my hips into a full thrust of his own. Our groins met and ground together in a sensation too good to be painful, but too intense to be pleasure. Despite our clothing, the erotic shudder that passed through me was enough to push any thoughts of gentleness or restraint from my mind. Barring my fangs, I used my tongue to guide me to the perfect spot. I didn’t hesitate as I punctured the thick vein and struck red brandy.
The werewolf’s blood was much hotter than a human’s, and so much richer. Greed mixed with all of the vodka in my system, creating a hunger fiercer than normal. The hot stream flowed so swiftly down my throat that I couldn’t swallow the torrent fast enough.
Liquor, narcotics, or aphrodisiacs held nothing compared to Bryce’s lifeblood. I drank and drank until the fever within me affected the outer surface of my skin. I felt myself spinning and dizzy, strong yet weak and still I drank.
“Lex…” Bryce moaned beneath me. “Lexis?”
Believing Bryce to be in trouble, I pulled my lips from out of the wound. “I’m sorry. I took too much. I’m sorry, Bryce.” If only I could see if he was all right. His heart hadn’t taken on the death patters, but I felt as if I crossed the line. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean --”
Fangs, thicker and sharper than mine, pierced my shoulder blade. I shrieked, not expecting the sudden burst of pain, but his soft lips and tongue calmed me. I hadn’t hurt him in the slightest.
Just as fast as I had taken from him, Bryce drank from me in an exchange nearly as intimate as sex. When he took his fangs from me, I felt the open wound, wet and cool. It didn’t take long to heal, but already I was weaker than I had been.
Bryce fitted his hand around the back of my neck and brought me down to taste my own essence upon his lips. “Fair play, babe. You taste so damn good.”
“Not as good as you.” We licked one another’s lips for comparison.
Proving his point, Bryce took me by the shoulders and flipped me onto my back. Pinning me to the bed with one hand, he shoved the other under the leg of my boxer shorts. He found my cock easily and squeezed. “I think you’re wrong.”
“Whoa,” I gasped, bucking up into Bryce’s hand. “If you insist, you brute.” “You want me to be gentle, eh?”
Again the heat of his breath warmed my face, and I arched up to meet him. “I want you to kiss me.”
All I got was a peck upon the lips. “Like that?” Bryce asked. He moved down my body, pushed the boxers down my thighs, and kissed the head of my prick. “Or like this…”
I reached for the back of werewolf’s head, wove my fingers into his hair, and urged him on. Heat and wetness, the velvet of Bryce’s tongue coiled around my cock. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, even as my hips arched, desperate for more.
The werewolf wasted no time, sucking my cock like it belonged to him. “Like that. That’s good,” I gasped. Actually, it was better than good. The back of his throat was mine to plunder. He kept his fangs pulled back, but even when they nicked me, the pressure of his lips caused me to cast it aside.
From my hips to my chest, I allowed myself to be lost in the werewolf’s servitude. Willingly, I gave myself over to enjoying every second of his mouth around me. I really had no choice in the matter as his throat closed hotly around my cock. When he abandoned my cock to suck each of my balls into his mouth, to roll them about, and coat them with his
saliva, there was nothing I could do but tremble. His devilish tongue pushed beneath my perineum, and I lost what little air there was left my lungs. I had no choice as he pressed his tongue inside of my ass and thrust as surely as a small penis might.
And when his lips returned to the head of my cock, I filled his throat with my seed.
* * * * *
Bryce was not next to me when I woke. My boxers were around my waist, as if nothing had happened. I called his name several times, but got no reply.
Abandoned, I couldn’t shake the feeling that my performance would eventually cause the deterioration of our partnership. I had passed out shortly after one hell of a blowjob, denying the wolf any sort of attention for his needs.
Sure, I had been drunk, but I had treated humans better.
It could have been the alcohol or the blood that made me more susceptible. It could have been that Bryce’s sex appeal was more demanding than I was used to. Either way, I made plans to apologize, to make up for my failing the night before. When Bryce returned, I would be more humble, more pliant, and thankful.
I felt around for the remote control and after playing ‘guess the button,’ found a crime drama filled with techno music, shocking revelations, and the occasional sound of gunfire. It was just the distraction I needed from the ball of longing for the werewolf forming in my stomach.
He was probably in a casino, drinking and having a good time, enjoying the sun and the beach. While I tended to sleep the day away, Bryce could go out in the light. Surely he could meet men more handsome and virile than me.
I tried to focus on the show. Bryce came in shortly after the program ended. Loud and boisterous, he slammed the door. I heard heavy footsteps, before the bed shook with his weight. He grabbed me by the waist and nearly knocked me over.
“You’re awake!” “Of course I am.”
“You were out like a baby most of the day. You were so peaceful after last night, but then, it was pretty intense.”
“Really,” I muttered, nervous in his arms. It would have been so easy to turn and embrace him in kind, to let down my defenses and tell him that I needed him more than air but I couldn’t. Whatever liquid courage I had in my veins was nullified by my long sleep. “What happened last night?”
Bryce’s arms loosened about me. “You don’t remember?” Using every ounce of acting skill I could muster, I lied. “No.”
He let go of me entirely, his voice tinged with disbelief. “You honestly can’t remember last night?”
“What should I remember?” There was a long pause, and I knew that I was being scrutinized. I felt hot with shame at playing such a game, but the implications of what might happen if I gave in were more serious than I was ready to deal with. No sooner had I said that I did remember, the phrases “Why did you leave my side?” and “Where were you?” would have soon followed.
“If your memory is failing, maybe it wasn’t such a good idea for me to leave you alone during the day.”
I pushed the covers off and headed to the bathroom, relieved that any waking erection I might have had was depleted by remorse. Using the wall and a dresser as my guides, I felt my way inside the cool, tiled room. “My memory is fine, and as for last night, I was drunk.”
“So was I, but my memory is quite vivid. I remember every single detail.”
Hearing Bryce’s voice from a distance, gauging the werewolf had not left the bed, I knew enough to know that I could hide in the bathroom. I found the faucet to the sink and
tested several combinations of hot and cold. “Well, why don’t you just tell me what happened last night?”
“Do you really want to know? If it was so forgettable to you, I’m not sure you wouldn’t even want to be reminded.”
Shaking my head, I regretted the charade. Part of me wanted to hear how he felt about it. If it was so unforgettable to him, maybe it might have meant that I was unforgettable. I dared to know. “I’m sure if it was that unforgettable then it must have been lewd.”
“You let me play with your toes,” Bryce said, his voice noticeably closer and perhaps at the door.
Turning off the faucet, I had no doubt that a measure of surprise showed on my features. Bryce had to be joking. I turned my back to the doorway and felt along the bathroom wall for a face towel. “What?”
“I said that you let me play with your toes,” he repeated, his voice so flat that I couldn’t detect a hint of humor. “Last night, I told you about my foot fetish, and you allowed me to play with yours. I thought we were making progress, that we were getting closer.”
I turned toward the sound of his voice, not bothering to cloak my skepticism. “You thought that because of your foot fetish and my interest in it that we were…”
“Oh, yes!” he said with a lascivious tone that made me doubt the events of the night before. “Definitely. You let me caress your feet. You allowed me to lick each and every one of your pale toes, and then what came next was fucking glorious.”
Wondering if there was some part of the night before that I had forgotten, the idea of the werewolf pampering my feet wasn’t an altogether disturbing or unrealistic one. “And what came next?”
“You really don’t remember!” Bryce laughed out loud, closer to me than the doorframe would have been. “You weren’t into it at first but after a while…umm… You rubbed my cock with your feet…until I came.”
No. There was no way that Bryce was telling the truth. No matter how drunk I was, I would have remembered something like that. All I remembered was falling asleep in his arms. It was a trap, and I knew that it was. He wanted me to crack and admit to the true events. Moreover, I was determined not to. I sought along the sink for the soap tray and found a mint-smelling bar. “You’re lying.”
“You don’t remember. But that’s what you did. You were so drunk. Afterward, you laid in my arms. We talked about witches and sorcery, about dark rituals, and about getting your sight back. We spoke of revenge, and I swore myself to be loyal to you. Argh, but unfortunately you don’t recall a moment of it. It’s a shame,” he lamented. “Perhaps you shouldn’t drink so much.”
I lathered up the washcloth, vowing not to drink at all. Ever again. Starting with my face, the heat and the cleanliness from a vigorous scrubbing helped me to keep myself together. “You’re right. Maybe I shouldn’t.”
“I was thinking tonight we could do a little shopping. The Megamart just outside of town is open 24 hours.”
The very idea of a shopping store with the name ‘mega’ attached brought chills to my spine. Before my fall from grace, before the institutional jumpsuit, I would have had clothes custom-made from fine Italian and French tailors. I slept on linens imported from Asia and wore the finest African gems. Although my pride had been damaged in the past, I balked at the idea. “No. I’m sure whatever you choose will be fine. I’m not ready to stumble around a brightly lit shopping center, thank you.”
“Lex? You can’t hide in here. During the day, sure, but not at night.”
“I know that and I do plan to go out, but not in oversized clothes. You can shop for the both of us.” All of my clothing was baggy excluding my jumpsuit.
“Should I bring you something back other than clothes? A steak, rare veal, raw chicken maybe…”
I thought about it as I dipped the cloth back into the water. With a clean face, I realized just how filthy my mouth felt. My teeth were rough; my breath stank of all the blood and liquor I had had the night before. Of course the werewolf probably didn’t mind, but I was more civilized. I did not need reminders of how wanton I had been and how much I enjoyed it. “I need a toothbrush, some mouthwash, and a hair brush. I’m not really hungry.”
Bryce put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed. “Of course you’re not hungry, my blood -- werewolf blood -- will keep you for a least a week. I’m just hoping that your cum lasts long enough in my belly for you to admit the truth to yourself. I may try to get you drunk again. Not too drunk though…wouldn’t want you passing out after just one blowjob.”
“What truth would that be?” Busted, I braced my hands on the porcelain sink.
The werewolf approached me from behind, his chest warming my back. His hand