Meet the Beast

WARNING: Sexual Content

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“Isn’t it that old Char’s nephew? That family has been trying to take down Damien ever since he took over. That boy is no match to Damien. What’s happening?” Emma said frowning.

Neither Damien, nor the challenger were attacking. The crowd was getting impatient. Emma silently pointed at the Char family leader, and Ada noticed that the opponent kept glancing their way too. Then after a node from the family leader, the opponent attacked.

Damien was calm, almost detached, unsurprised. The fight was over within minutes, they didn’t even shift. Damien was standing above the body of the Char kid, then he walked over to where the rest of his family was gathered and said something. What was surprising, he didn’t move out of the arena or put on his shoes. He simply walked back into starting position and waited. As the crowd was starting to disperse, another man walked into the arena and growled his challenge request. Damien looked almost bored. This was not unprecedented but it had been generations since the last incident of a double challenge.

The second fight was longer than the first one, but again in human form. It almost seemed like Damien was avoiding shifting. By the time the third challenger came into the arena, the sun had set and large lights were turned on, facing the opponents. It looked like a stage for some twisted theater play. The crowd had gone quiet. A tense uncomfortable silence was hanging in the air broken by occasional gasps and whispers.

By the fourth opponent Damien had shifted. His wolf was agitated and pacing back and forth a few meters away from the body of yet another dead challenger. He growled at clusters of families standing the closest to the stage. Those were the powerful and old, very old families of Damien’s clan. Families that couldn’t swallow being led by a son of a Beta.

Then a fifth opponent came on stage already in wolf form growling his challenge. He was large, very large. Still Damien towered over him, furious and dangerous.

His Alpha aura was covering most of the arena by then. Dark, suffocating shadows. Even other Alphas could taste it in the back of their mouths.

The fight was long and bloody. Damien was visibly tired. His movements were getting slower. But when the challenger thought he was about to deliver what his predecessors failed to, Damien locked his jaws around his neck and held it until the large wolf stopped jerking.

Damien’s eyes were wild, his breathing could be heard even in the back rows, his pacing threatening. The crowd was in awe, but most of all they were terrified. His large shiny black wolf was like a demon. His was snarling with blood dripping off his snout. He looked crazed.

A sixth challenger came onto the stage. Ada’s heart sank. She vowed to find each and every wolf behind this ambush in case this was the last night of Damien’s life.

The fight was painful to watch. Each of Damien's opponents had been stronger than the previous one. Those soulless leeches had sacrificed the first few men to tire out the Alpha. It was well into the night, when blood soaked, stumbling and half-insane Damien ripped out his opponent’s throat.

There were no more gasps heard. Everyone expected another opponent to come to the stage to finish this treasonous job. Ada was shaking. A few minutes passed but Damien’s wolf was the only one remaining on the stage. Then slowly a whisper of “Alpha” rose in the air. It was caught and repeated by more wolves. A wave after wave it became a chant. It was not a happy eruption, it sounded more like echoing loud drums. Alpha!... Alpha!... Alpha!...

Damien let out a powerful roar establishing his claim yet again. The roar silenced the chanting crowd. It covered the entire arena making pebbles by their feet tremble, and air to be filled with fear. The sound and the vibration of it flew over the night sky and touched the large moon hanging proudly among faded stars. Everyone held their breath, almost expecting something divine, something extraordinary. The black beast simply turned around and ran out of the arena.

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Ada knew sleep wouldn’t come easily that night. She was lying in her bed when a growl of "Ada!" penetrated through her windows. Outside of her house, barely out of the North Forest stood Damien’s naked form covered in blood and dirt, bathing in moonlight. His eyes were shining like a wolf’s in the night. Despite being in his human form, he didn’t look human. He was a beast in the night that had come to claim what belonged to him but had been denied.

She was out of the house within seconds, carefully walking towards him. His eyes followed her but he neither spoke nor moved. Ada touched his hand gently and when he didn’t pull away or attack, she tugged at it to follow her. They quietly went upstairs and she turned on the shower adjoining her bedroom. There was no need for words. He simply followed her with his shiny eyes, and she was uncomfortably aware of his manhood pointing at her the entire time like an arrow of a compass.

“Shower,” she whispered before leaving the bathroom.

She decided that she would go in and help him if he was too feral to comprehend. But right after sitting down on her bed she heard the noise of the water change indicating he was at least standing under the stream.

He came out not long after with towel-dried hair and body. Ada could see all the bruises and cuts now that the dirt and blood had been washed away. He stood there watching her with those shiny eyes and his naked arousal pointing her way still. His eyes were intense but he still was immobile.

She changed her position on the bed slightly and his muscles jerked and tensed as if he was either about to attack or flee. She slowly walked to him like she would with a cornered animal. Once close enough, he roughly grabbed her hair and buried his face in her neck taking very deep breaths.

After many inhales, a rumble came out of his chest. It took Ada a second to realize it was him speaking.

“I need to smell all of you.”

He walked her back to the bed. She lied there so still and straight she felt like a patient about to undergo a surgery. He climbed on top of her hovering and leaned into her neck once again. She wanted to comfort him, she was attracted to him, but this wasn’t how she wanted her first experience to be. He would probably mindlessly destroy her body.

“Damien…”

“I won’t do anything. Just smell.” His voice was still more of a growl.

“This stays.”

She touched her nightgown. It was very thin fabric, tight on her skin, it had only lace in certain places and reached barely below her underwear, but she wasn’t ready to part with it.

His face was still in the crook of her neck but he knew what she meant and let out a disapproving growl, but obeyed. His face left the heaven of her hair and neck and he hovered his nose above her lips. He could remember her taste.

Then the nose slowly moved down to her throat, to the spot where her collar bones made a little crater, and finally to between her breasts. He took a slow loud breath there and rumbles came out of him.

He was growling and rumbling so continuously, Ada expected to see clouds thundering below the ceiling of her bedroom that she continued to stubbornly examine.

She smelled slightly different in her chest area, it made him want to taste her. His nose moved to her areolas and circled around the bud. She was quiet but her body tensed and lips parted. That torturous nose moved to the side of her breast pooling like a soft cushion on top of her ribcage, and down her arm. He stopped on her forearm and let out a furious growl, abruptly lifting himself and looking into her eyes. Ada was genuinely confused and didn’t like the feeling.

“Whose scent is that?” His voice was surprisingly more human.

It took a moment for her to recollect.

“Someone touched me for a second at the arena… Don’t be ridiculous.”

She knew chastising a half feral Alpha in her bedroom wasn’t smart, but her dignity wouldn’t allow him throw a possessive tantrum and accusations.

He went back to running his nose down her arm, all the way to the fingertips, ending by nuzzling her hand.

“Arms above your head,” came his command. She grabbed the top of the pillow.

His nose went back to the side of her breast and agonizingly slowly trailed down her ribs on her side. She knew she was at his mercy and despite barely being touched, there was fire between them. She didn’t want to take this further with him, but she didn’t want this torture to stop. The room was dark, the night outside the window quiet, and there was something erotic and sinful about him sampling her like this.

His nose circled her belly button seen through the transparent fabric, then it trailed to her hipbone. She could see his black hair and broad white shoulders so close to where he wasn’t allowed to be. He lifted his head and his eyes didn’t leave hers as he started going lower to between her thighs.

“No!” she said as her hand shot out to stop him.

“Arms above your head!” he growled, but seeing how she refused, he added, “I won’t do anything.”

Her hand was resting on his shoulder and a slight feeling of regretful scrunched his eyebrows when it went back to clutch the pillow. He stuck his nose right between her delicious thighs and inhaled as much as his lungs could carry. It wasn't enough. He burrowed his nose deeper between her thighs and pried her legs slightly open. Her smell was the strongest there and he kept taking breaths until she shut her legs back up. He could die a happy man now.

He unwillingly lifted his face to see her biting her lower lip, shutting eyes as hard as she could and almost panting. She was beautiful. He took one more breath at the top of her thighs before slowly gliding his nose over her legs all the way down.

She was relieved that it was over. There wasn’t an inch of her body that wasn’t hot. She was about to open her eyes, when he put his large hands on her hips and flipped her over. Lying on top of her he nuzzled her nape and hair. This little game hadn’t quenched any of his thirst. His excitement now was pressing at her behind. She half expected him to start grinding but Damien Sevach was a man of his word.

He ran his nose down her spine and desperately wanted to bite her ass but satisfied himself with just running the tip of his nose over her cheeks and hips. One day he would conquer that land too.

He could think now. But he wasn’t going to let go of his medicine so soon. He went up, lay down next to her, moving her into a spooning position. When she opened her mouth, he growled into her ear, “I sleep here tonight.” Eventually exhaustion took over and she was able to fall asleep tucked against his chest, with his erection unyielding, pressed against her upper thighs.