Filed to story: Werewolfs Heartsong by Dizzy Izzy
I redouble my efforts not to give in to the noises again. She slices a deep gash down my arm, I want to scream so badly with the agony, but I withheld it. Sarah’s smile falters and turns into an ugly snarl and she slices the other arm. There was more fiery pain, my vision was becoming fuzzy, and black dots were appearing. Another deep slice, down my other thigh. It was so painful, but I refused to scream. She slices me across the top of my breasts. More of my blood flows out to drench me in a fresh coat of it. 2
Then finally done with my resistance, stabs me deep in my stomach, twisting the knife, I couldn’t hold back the scream any more as she yanked the blade out and stabbed again, twisting the blade inside me, she does it again, driving my agony higher getting more screams of pain from me. I feel large hands on both of my upper arms, they were warm, shaking me.
Finally I heard the deep male voice call out “Alora! Alora wake up! Starlight come back to me! Alora!” I could her pain and worry in that voice. Sarah stabs me in my thigh this time, digging deep and twisting the knife, causing another agonized scream of pain. The voice is yelling again “Alora please wake up baby, wake up, come back to me.” I realized that voice wasn’t supposed to be there.
It would have never been down here in this basement. Then my eyes snap open and I see Damien’s worried agonized face, there were tears in his eyes, I reach a hand up and say “Damien.” or I tried to anyway, my voice was hoarse and my throat hurt.
My body was covered in sweat and I was shaking. My heart was racing and I felt a little weak. That’s when I realize Damien had witnessed a brief look into the horror show that had been my life.
He starts to pet my hair his hand was shaking “I couldn’t wake you up, you were screaming….when I touched you…I saw…” he wraps his arms around me holding me so tight and close to him, he sits up and puts me in his lap, rocking me back and forth as we calm down from the nightmare, he had to drag me back from. My mate had seen a glimpse of what Sarah had done to me that week, and all the other times I would get locked in that horrible basement. 2
“I’m sorry Damien.” I tell him, upset that he had to witness that.
“Sorry? Starlight…why are you sorry?” he asked me.
“For having to see that.” I tell him, my voice small.
He stiffens, then with one hand he lifts my chin, forcing me to meet his fierce gaze. “You have nothing to be sorry for. Nothing!
You were a victim, none of that was your fault. I’m also your mate. It’s my duty and honor to take care of you, in every way possible,” he growls. I can feel how fiercely he believes that. He was my mate and would be there for my nightmares and the aftermath.
I let the tears come, sobbing he pulls me back into his arms. “Cry it out, don’t let it poison you anymore, I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.” he tells me in a husky voice. I cried for a while, letting it all go, my head hurt and my nose was stuffy after crying for so long…but I needed it. Damien had been right. Once calm I wipe my face and Damien hands me a tissue to blow my nose with.
Looking around I see the sun has come up, it was time to get up for the day, I was going to be shopping for a dress and accessories today. I was also going to get to meet my dad in person. Smiling I look at my mate. “We need to go down for breakfast soon.” I tell him. He looks at me, and I realize we’re naked as he starts petting my side and his gaze starts to burn with his desire.
I look at him for a long moment “Kiss me.” I demanded. He crushes me to him and kisses me fiercely, with so much passion. I’m instantly set ablaze with my own desire. I needed my mate to take away the rest of my nightmare, and feeling him love me was the best way to free me from it. His mouth moves off of mine as he kissed his way over my jaw and down my neck.
He had me on my back and was kneeling between my legs when he bit down on my neck, making me cry out in pleasure as it shot through me, causing my core to heat and slicken with my fluid. He licked the bite, then he kissed his way down to one breast, sucking and nibbling on my nipple. I cry out as the pleasure has me close to orgasm. His warm hands pushed my thighs apart, he notches his cock at my entrance, then he switches his mouth to my other breast, slamming home as he sucks in my nipple.
I scream in pleasure as he starts to take me fast and hard, thrusting deep, I push my chest up higher and move my hips against his, driving him deeper, as I’m driven to that precipice he lifts up and says “Look at me.” and my eyes meet his, my gaze trapped by his as he watches while he takes us over that edge, it was so much more intense. I cry out and he roars, my core clamping down on him, his hips jerk with every jet of his hot seed inside my womb.
He collapses next to me, pulling me to him, hugging me close. All I could think for a moment was, that this was a better way to wake up than to that awful nightmare, and I was looking forward to many more mornings filled with that kind of a
Damien’s POV
It had been the feeling of a bone deep chill that had woken me. I hadn’t been able to figure it out, at first, why I had been feeling so cold, the room was actually warm. Then Alora started to shake against me. I’d sat up to look down at her, her entire body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, she was shaking, and her skin cold to the touch.
This had worried me, ‘how could she have been so cold?’ I’d wondered. Worried I had tried to wake her…but when I put my hands on her arms…I was dragged into her nightmare…no…no not just a nightmare…it was a memory.
The memory was a blood and pain filled horror show. I watched….helpless…as my mate…drenched in blood…covered in filth… and chained to a post…was beaten…sliced up…and stabbed…over and over again….by Sarah.
Pulling myself out of the nightmare. I had grabbed Alora and shook her, calling her name, begging her to wake up. Becoming more and more distressed when she didn’t…then she started to scream in agony…long drawn out pain filled screams. My heart felt like it was squeezed in a vice, I couldn’t help the tears falling down my face.
Zane was going wild inside me, whining and whimpering saying “Wake her, wake our mate up!” over and over. I was begging her and I shook her a bit more, trying not to shake her to hard and hurt her.
I was getting desperate and about to call for my mother and father when she finally woke up. The relief I had felt had left me weak, but I had done my best to hold it together, because my mate needed me, and I would be there for her no matter what.
Hearing her apologize for my distress was heart breaking, it wasn’t her fault. No…no the fault was Sarah’s. My fury was a living and breathing thing now, I could feel the ground let out a small nearly indiscernible shake. I breathed through it, but it wasn’t going to go away this time.
Hearing about it had been a very different thing from actually seeing it…and being unable to prevent it. My mate has suffered so much, I was going to make it my mission to make sure she experiences centuries of happiness from here on out.
When my mate had demanded I kiss her, I couldn’t hold back. I needed to love her, to feel that she was all right and whole after that nightmare. She had been covered in so much blood…and her pain. The kiss had turned into passionate love making after that, and we had both needed it.
I had heid her close to me for awhile after that. Zane had calmed down after I had made love to our mate. Feeling that she was now satisfied and happy once more. We were not able to linger in bed for long, we had a big day ahead.
After a shower, instead of blow drying our hair, it was just towel dried and brushed, our hair would air dry during breakfast left down. Now more than ever I wanted to make sure Alora had a good day.
Maybe I should have mom take all the girls out shopping for today. A girls day out, besides, I needed to spend time with my dad, Master Brock, and Xander.
I needed to let out some of this fury I was feeling before the banquet. When I suggested the girls day out at the shops and salons to my mother she was delighted, the other girls excited to, Alora was equal parts apprehensive and excited about it. O
With a hug and a kiss for my mate, we sent all seven females off in my mothers new Honda Pilot. After they were gone my dad came and stood next to me. “What is it son?” he asks me, already knowing something was wrong with me.
But still…”What makes you think something is wrong?” I asked…couldn’t make it to easy on him now could I?
My dad growled at me, making me smirk a bit “I know when something is bothering my pup boy.” he said, his voice a growl.