Wingless And Damned (The Damned Series) (5 page)

“You have no idea how much there is to explain! I will do my damnedest to tell you everything you need and want to know.”

I smile, nod my head, and take a sip of my coffee.

“While you were resting the tribe leaders looked in on you. You do have the tribal marks only the purest of us are born with. It has been confirmed. You are the wingless
Fae I talked about with you earlier. You see, your mother gave birth to you when she was captured by the original Strigoi. She didn’t survive your birth but for your safety, our original medicine woman took you from her and gave you to your aunts. This all took place two centuries ago. In Nalla Vareim, you did not age in human years as mortals do. You come from the original tribe.”

My mind seems to be melting with all the information it is receiving. That’s enough. I can no longer sit by quietly so I yell, “What the hell do you mean first born? How the hell could I have been sent into hiding two centuries ago! This makes no sense. I am only twenty five years old!"

He looked at me and caressed my hand in an effort to comfort me before answering my questions. “I know this is hard to understand but you will see I’m not lying. I have no reason to deceive you. I am meant for you!”

Flabbergasted I say, “What do you mean you are meant for me?”

He gently catches my chin. “I was born for you. I am supposed to be your life mate, your protector, and above all your guide. This is why I can read your thoughts. I am the only one who can read your thoughts. Of course they were fuzzy at first but the longer I spend with you, the more in tune with you I have become.”

We sit in an awkward, strained silence for several minutes. He breaks it by leaning in and kissing me lightly on the lips. I feel an amazing passion well up inside me. It feels as if it has been building up for centuries. This still makes no sense to me! I am with Alexander and at this
moment, I don’t want to be anywhere but physically in his arms.

He takes me by the arm and slowly walks me toward the bed
, under his direction I slowly cross the thresh hold; Alex lightly rubs his hand over the satin on the back of my nightgown as I casually sit on the picturesque bed. An alarm is going off in my head saying,
this is wrong, you barely know him.
My head is swimming with the enormity of what is about to transpire.

“It’s not wrong. You will get all the information you seek once I hold you. It will feel like it's crashing in on you. I need to be inside of you and our souls truly entwined. I have been bred for exactly this moment. I must warn you, there will be differences in both of us once this is over.”

Not being able to think past this overwhelming need to be taken by him, all I can do is muster a slight moan. Taking my moan as a green light, he turns me toward him.

My breath catches in my throat when I feel his breath across my neck as he lightly kisses and then licks his way down my body. He is setting my skin on fire everywhere his tongue
touches. I go with a powerful compulsion and let my hands wander down his broad shoulders and slowly across his muscular chest. I can feel the fire building between my legs. It is as if someone has lit something deep inside me never before ignited. My body has never been so consumed by passion.

Apparently reading my mind, his fingers quickly find my pink folds so warm and ready for him to probe in every way. Sliding a finger deep inside me, I cry out in pure ecstasy. He takes the moment I am caught up in my fire to slide the satin gown off my shoulders and let it fall to my hips. I feel his mouth on my breasts. The way he uses his mouth feels as if he has been starved for years. I feel the heat from his breath as he flicks my nipple in and out of his mouth. Quickly stifling the noises of my orgasm with the feather pillow I was propped against, his fingers continue to work their magic deep
in me. His lips and tongue work their own magic on my breasts. Looking down I see his manhood thick, just waiting to be touched and licked and…
Oh my, I can’t wait to have it in my mouth
.

Hearing my thoughts, he makes a low guttural growl deep in his chest. It pulls on strings in me I didn’t know existed. He slides down my body using his lips, tongue, and teeth. When he reaches my hips, he uses his teeth to help rip my satin gown in half. In utter shock, I am completely pliant under his touch. While his fingers are exploring the depths of the hot folds of
my pleasure, he is licking his way to my most sensitive of places. I feel his hot breath and tongue on my inner thigh. I start writhing in the bed as he pushes my legs open even farther to accommodate his broad upper body. His fingers work me faster and faster as he places his tongue against my hot folds and starts to lap up what his remarkable fingers have already accomplished. I reach up and hold on to the iron bed rails for dear life. I start moaning in pleasure as he finishes me off with his mouth and heavenly fingers. I hear a loud guttural sound coming from deep inside him as he gets a mouthful of my sweet juices.

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 tight
ness!” 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. Alexander 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.