Vampire & Werewolf (complete)

   Ever since my wife died, I’ve not felt quite the same. I started living with my brother, but eventually, he got his own mate so now it’s just my daughter living alone in his house and me. Roman still comes around to help me take care of Angela, he babysits her often with his mate and the other werewolf in their triad. I do as much as I can for Angela, but even she knows I’m not the same person I was before her mother died. It’s that though that kills me.

   One morning Roman is helping Angela get her school supplies in order. “Do you have your backpack?” He asks.

   “Check!” She chirps.

   “Notebooks?” Roman smirks at her.

   She holds up both her hands, one flashing all five fingers the other two. “I have seven!”

   “Give me some, you don’t need that many,” Roman grins.

   “Yes, I do!” Angela argues. “I have six classes, and I share one with my friends!”

   “Oh, look at Ms. Social Butterfly over here, she has friends,” Roman teases.

   Angela rushes over to me as I’m cooking. “Daddy! Uncle Roman is teasing me again!” She tugs on my shirt. “Tell him I need all seven.”

   I take a scoop of food from one of the pots and offer it to her. She takes the great big bite and grins. “She needs all seven, Uncle Roman. In fact, I’d say she needs seven more.”

   Her eyes light up. For whatever reason, I blame her Uncle Harris, Angela has acquired a fondness for stationery. Every time we go to the store, she foregoes the toy aisle to drag me down the stationary aisle. 

   Roman chuckles, taking a cup of coffee for himself. He’s just gotten off shift at the Silver Bullet, the bar we co-own together.

   “Here are the new keys by the way.” He slides a couple of keys at me. 

   “Thanks for taking care of that,” I sigh as I pocket them.

   “No issue. Also, their coming by to replace the dumpster,” he tells me. “So make sure you get all the stray cats somewhere safe.”

   “The kitties?” Angela gasps. “Can I see?”

   “You have school,” Roman says. “Ok, do you have everything?”

   Angela pats herself down. “I think so!”

   After she has her breakfast, I give Angela her lunch box and kiss her cheek. “Have a good day then,” I tell her as Roman takes her to school.

   I head to the bar where, in the mornings, my job is usually just clean up and ordering supplies. It’s still dusky and foggy when I get to work. First thing I do, I go out back to the dumpster. It’s been emptied for the most part, but there are still the strays and alley cats. Although they seem to be acting strangely. Usually when I come outside they all flock to the door screaming and mewling at me. Instead, they’re all hissing and growling, bunched up and on edge while they look at the dumpster.

   “What is it?” I open the dumpster up and see there is someone inside it. It’s a shock to my system. I jump inside and scoop the person up. They’re small and wrapped up in a blanket. I take them inside to the office and lay them down on the sofa.

   “Are you ok?” I ask them, but they still don’t move. I start to open up the blanket, and they gasp. They grasp onto my wrist and squeeze tight.

   “Don’t!” They whisper. “The light.”

   “The blinds are drawn,” I tell them. “The only light in here is on my desk.”

   The shiver and scrunch up, and their hand disappears back into their cocoon. “Where am I?” Their voice is small and weak.

   “The Silver Bullet,” I tell them.

   “No,” they start to sit up, and the blankets fall from around their head. Their hair is long and silvery, their skin is ashen. Her eyes are a pale grey and haunting. She looks at me, terrified and uncertain.

   “Yes but...where?” She asks.

   “Hearthway Hollow,” I tell her.

   She sighs and holds her face in her palms. “Thank goodness!” She whimpers. “I never thought I would make it!”

   “Are you ok?” I ask. “Are you hurt?”

   She looks at me again and sniffles. “Can I…?” She reaches for my hand. I hold it up, and she sniffs my wrist and inside of my palm. Her pale grey eyes shift to a darker color, almost brown. She then looks at me, still holding my hand. “You’re a werewolf.”

   I yank my hand back. “Yes,” I stare at her in concern. “How did you know?”

   Her mouth opens, and then her cheeks split open. Her teeth push out slightly, showing rows of fangs. I stare in horror. I’ve never seen one in person before, although I have heard Mrs. Locklear and the other old ladies talk about them.

   She’s a vampire.

   She closes her mouth again and looks up at me. “My mother told me to look for Eva,” her voice becomes urgent. “I need to find her! Mama said she could help us.”

   I frown. “I’m sorry, but that’s impossible.”

   Her eyes grow large, and she looks so scared. “What?” Why?”

   “Eva’s dead,” I tell her. “She died several years ago.”

   She looks broken in an instant. Her eyes go from grey to black, and she hangs her hand, sobbing into her hands. “Oh no!” She cries.

   I reach out, petting her hair. “Hey, it’s ok.”

   “No, it isn’t!” She sobs. “My family is already gone! I don’t have anything!” 

   I take her into my arms, holding her fast. Her small arms wrap around me as she tells me her story. Her family was being hunted, and their home was found out. Most of them were killed in their sleep, but her mother risked exposure to get her out. She told her to find Eva and Hearthway Hollow, where she would find help. 

   “I’m so sorry,” I tell her.

   She sniffles and rubs at her eyes. “It’s been weeks,” she gasps for breath. “I’ve been running. I barely found places to hide, and I’ve only eaten small animals.”

   “You’re starving,” I say.

   She looks at me then glances away. “I’m sorry,” she whispers.

   I sigh and tug down the collar of my shirt. “Here.”

   She frowns looking at me and her clenches her fists on her knees. She licks her lips and then she looks away. “I can’t.”

   “It’s ok,” I sigh. “Besides, I understand what you’re going through.”

   She glares at me. “How would you understand?”

   “I lost my wife,” I tell her. “She died, and I’ve not been able to get over my grief. I want to help you.”

   She inches closer to me, she’s small, so she has to sit up on her knees. She sniffs my neck and throat. “I’ve never had a werewolf,” she murmurs. I feel her lips on my skin, and my heart lurches with excitement, which causes me some alarm.

   She bites down, and it hurts at first, but then I feel this rush of warmth. She moans softly as she drinks me in, her small hand presses on my chest and she straddles my thigh.

   I put my hands around her hips, groaning as the warmth rushes through my body.  She pulls back and keeps her head ducked, and I’m left feeling breathless and light headed.

   “Thank you,” she murmurs. She then glances up at me. “I’m Bea.”

   I cup my hand around my neck. “Leo,” I reply. 

   I keep her in the office until it gets dark, I then take her home with me. Angela was staying with Roman that night, but I knew I’d have to explain Bea to her. I hide Bea in the basement where there are no windows but at least a guest room.

   “Thank you for your kindness,” Bea murmurs.

   I shake my head. “I would want someone to show me the same kindness.”

   She smiles at me. “You know, I was worried werewolf would taste like a dog.” She touches her fingertips to her lips. “But I was wrong.”

   For some reason, my face burns. “Oh? What did I taste like then?”

   She giggles and looks at me with a coy expression. “You were delicious.”

   My heart hammers and I feel lightheaded again. I leave her be to get comfortable. When Roman drops Angela off the next day, I tell him about Bea and what happened. He seems leery about the whole thing but trusts me.

   “There’s a lady downstairs?” Angela asks me.

   “Yes,” I nod. “But we can’t bother her, ok? She’s been through quite a lot.”

   “But I want to meet her if you like her,” Angela murmurs.

   I chuckle. “What do you mean?”

   “I can tell!” Angela huffs. “They way you talk about her and how your face looked when you did. It’s like how Uncle roman looks when he talks about Auntie Mia.”

   I’m not sure how to respond to that except to hiss at Angela for not eating her vegetables. That evening, after I put Angela to bed, I go downstairs to check on Bea. She’s curled up on the bed with the blankets wrapped around her. I step close to the bed to pick up the clock that’s fallen off the side table, and her hands stretch out. She grabs me and pulls me under the blankets with her.

   “Hey!” I snap.

   She kisses me and pulls me close. “I had dreams,” she moans. “All about you.” She kisses me again, and I find it hard to fight her.

   “Bea, stop,” I pant but lean in for another kiss.

   “I dreamed you wanted me,” she whispers. She clings to me and nuzzles to my neck. “You were so sweet, and your hands were so warm. It felt so real.”

   “Bea,” I put my arms around her.

   “It felt so nice,” she whimpers.

   “You’re hurting Bea,” I tell her. 

   She sniffles and kisses me again. “Hold me,” she mewls. 

   I wrap my arms tight around her and kiss the top of her head. I can’t deny that I feel the connection to her I did when I first met my wife. Angela is more astute than I give her credit for. 

   “Leo,” she murmurs.

   “Yes?” I start rubbing her back.

   “You smell good,” her lips brush against my neck. “Is it ok?”

   I stretch my neck for her and nod, gasping when she bites. The warmth floods me again and my hands stroke down her body. I hold onto her hips and feel myself start to ache with need. I groan softly as I try to ignore it.

   Bea licks my neck, and she tugs up my shirt. “You’re hairy,” she coos as she kisses down my chest.

   “Wait, Bea,” I grunt.

   Her eyes flick up to me, their color a bright amber now. She licks down my center and kisses my belly. Her small hands open up my pants, and she pulls me out. She kisses down my shaft, nuzzling to me as I grow harder.

   “Wait-” I moan.

   “I won’t bite,” she giggles and takes me into her mouth.

   I shudder and my back arches. Her long tongue coils around my cock as she sucks me. She moans and slurps, pulling up to kiss my tip and lick away the pearls of precum. She looks up at me as she strokes me. “Hairy and big, my favorites.” She kisses back up my chest. I grab her, kissing her and pushing her down into the mattress. I tug away her clothes and kiss her neck and chest. Her breasts are small, but her nipples are soft and puffy. She cries out every time I lick them.

   I inch down, kissing her belly which is warm from my blood. I open her thighs and nuzzle them. I bite my lip as I gaze at her folds. She looks small and tight, but her clit is nice and plump. I lick it, and she cries out. She grabs fistfuls of my fur and shivers.

   “Big Wolf,” she whimpers.

   “Should we play little red riding hood?” I tease.

   She giggles. “Are you gonna eat me?”

   I lap at her dewy lips, and she whimpers as her thighs tremble. “Of course,” I growl and press in. I suckle her sweet clit, swirling my tongue around it before I lap inside her. She ‘s cool inside but slick and soft. My nose ruts against her clit as I taste her. 

   “Stop,” she gasps for breath. “Puh-please!”

   I look up at her and rise up. I lick my chops and watch as she writhes beneath me. He little body is sensitive, and I suspect she’s not used to such a trained touch. 

   “Too much?” I whisper.

   She reaches down, stroking me with her hands. “Not yet,” she mewls.

   I growl and ease down, kissing her as she guides me to her entrance. She gasps softly and locks her legs around my hips. Her fingers tangle in the fur on my back, and she presses close to my chest.

   “You’re so big!” She mewls.

   “I’ll go slow, Bea,” I whisper. She stretches to take me, but she never once complains. In fact, her lashes flutter, and her mouth hangs open wide. She grunts and moans as I start to move, her legs squeezing tighter around me. I haven’t felt this need in years, not since my wife passed. Yet I want to be close to Bea, I want her to need me, and I want to need her. I want her love and her kisses, I want to belong to her. 

   “Leo,” she mewls. “So good-” she grunts and shivers, her nails digging into my back. 

   I feel her tighten around me inside, and I start to push deeper. I want to lock my knot inside her and feel her squeezing around it. I push gently at first, easing my way deep inside. She cries out again, her voice strained. I push a little harder, and the knot pops inside.

   “Oh fuck!” Bea bucks hard, thrusting against me. She clamps down around my knot, and I can barely hold on. I strain to keep composure, but she’s too good. After all these years I cannot hold back, and I flood her with my cum.

   She mewls and grunts, gazing up at me with such a sweet expression. I kiss her, falling onto her chest and huffing and puffy. She giggles holding me close and nuzzling to my fur.

   “You’re so warm inside me,” she purrs. “Leo, you’re so good.”

   I groan. “I’m sorry I...I should have held on.”

   “No,” she murmurs. “I wanted it. I wanted all of you.” She looks at me. “I can feel it.” she places my paw over her chest. “We’re connected.”

   I kiss her, whimpering softly, so happy she feels it too.

   In the morning, I bring Angela down to meet Bea. The two of them seem cautious around one another, but Angela closes the gap.

   “Do you like my Dad?” she asks.

   Bea nods slowly. “I do.”

   “Will you ever hurt my Dad?” Angela huffs. “Because he hurts a lot! He doesn’t need to anymore!”

   “I want to make your father feel safe, the same way he makes me feel.” Bea holds her hands over her heart. “I want to love him and hold him. I want to protect him like you do.”

   Angela looks dangerous at her still. “Will you be my friend too?”

   Bea smiles at Angela. “I wouldn’t be able to love your father if I didn’t love you too.”

   Angela looks up at me then back at Bea. “ok fine,” she says. “You pass for now.” She then goes to Bea and gives her a great big hug.

   For the first time in a long time, I feel a sense of peace and comfort. Watch Angela and Bea, I start to cry. They both rush to me, comforting me and giving me kisses and hugs. It is not a sad cry though, it is a relief. I feel as though I finally can breathe again.

   One evening, after Bea tucks Angela into bed, she finds me looking at my old wedding photo. “I wish I could have met her.” She says to me, looking at my wife.

   “You two would have gotten along.” I set the picture back on the shelf and turn to Bea, kissing her gently. “You have a lot in common.”

   She nuzzles to my neck. “I would like to think so.”

   I look at Bea, touching her cheek and brushing her hair from her face. “Do you need to feed?” I ask her.

   She shakes her head. “I just want to be held right now,” she wraps her arms around me. “It feels good here.”

   I chuckle and kiss the top of her head. “If you need anything, just tell me.”

   She giggles mischievously. “Well, I could use a knot.”

   I feel my face burn, and she starts laughing. “Get nice and warm for me, big boy,” she purrs. She kisses my neck and smirks up at me. 

   I grab her, and she squeals. I carry her over my shoulder downstairs, and I throw her onto the bed. Seh giggles and cackles, gazing up at me in awe as I shift into a werewolf.

   “Oh my, what big teeth you have,” she coos.

   “All the better to eat you with, my dear,” I snarl into her ear.