TEMPEST
I should be glad Domlen left, that I’ll never see him again, but I’m not. I don’t know how to explain it. But the strangest thing, it’s like I can still smell him. Sometimes, it seems as if I can feel his presence around me. It’s both exciting and annoying. And no matter how hard I try, I can’t stop thinking about him. Why did he have to touch me?
Everyone else is relieved and everything has returned to normal. Well, almost. My family is still here, but they will be leaving with my brother’s pack after the big shindig Corbin is hosting. I don’t really understand why we’re celebrating or what, but I guess it’s because Domlen is gone and we all survived.
Yeah, big whoop. Ding dong, the witch is dead and all that, although I guess I should say dragon.
My dad and I have established an uneasy truce. We’ve even managed to spend a few hours together watching old westerns on television. Although he’s yet to ask me about what happened with Domlen, he has kept a close eye on me, only allowing me out of his sight to sleep and go to the bathroom.
It’s early afternoon and my mom is in the kitchen cooking for the party. Corbin told her our pack would take care of everything but she’s determined to help. She sent one of my brothers to the store for more supplies because she wants to be sure there’s enough food for everyone. She may be right. It takes a lot to feed two packs of wolves.
“Temp baby, come to the kitchen. I want you to be my taster,” my mom yells.
She doesn’t need a taster and she knows it. Her food is always delicious. I know what she’s up to. She wants to talk, probably about Domlen.
I look over at my dad and whisper, “You want to go be her taster?”
“Nope, I’ll be here, waiting for you,” my dad chuckles.
My dad and I both know, no matter how good you say it is, my mom never believes you and wants to make it better. I’m still full from lunch. I think I’ve gained at least five pounds from eating my mom’s cooking for the last few days. I look at my dad again and sigh, then stand and walk into the kitchen.
“TEMPEST!” my mom screams again.
“HEY! Not so loud, I’m right here,” I laugh.
“Oh good, please taste my mac and cheese and then my rabbit stew.”
I plaster on a big smile, take a fork and spear a huge hunk of mac and cheese, then stuff it in my mouth.
“Oh, hot, hot, hot…” I spit it out and start to blow, trying to get it cool enough to eat. “Yes, it’s very good, nice and creamy, perfect, mom.”
She chuckles as I walk over to the stove and pick up a spoon. Learning from my mistake with the mac and cheese, I dip out a spoonful and blow on the stew, then try it. Yum! It’s mouthwatering.
“I need my own pot of this, mom.”
“So, you think it’s seasoned okay?”
“It’s perfect. Can I have a bowl now?”
“No, I have a few more things in the oven and I want you to taste them, too. Besides, I wanted to talk with you.”
I knew it. She lured me to the kitchen, tempting me with her amazing food, knowing my mouth can never say no to anything she makes.
“But mom, dad is waiting for me to watch more movies.”
“Your father can wait. Have a seat, Temp.”
Rolling my eyes, I sit at the table. Now would be a good time to have my mouth full of food so I could avoid talking to her. I know she wants to talk about Domlen, but what am I going to tell her? I can’t say, the dragon chained me to a wall, spanked my ass, finger fucked me and gave me the best orgasm of my life, and I liked it. No…I don’t think so.
“I know what you’re going to ask.” I back away and sit down at the table.
“You do? What am I going to say, my all-knowing daughter?”
“You’re going to ask me if anything happened with Domlen? That’s what you really want to know, right?”
“See, that’s where your wrong, my beautiful daughter. I already know something happened, because you keep thinking about him.”
“What are you talking about? I have not given him a single thought since I’ve been back.”
LIAR, LIAR, PANTS ON FIRE!
“Don’t roll your eyes at me, young lady. You forget, sweetheart; I’m your mother and I always know when you’re lying. Now, tell me why you think you need to lie to your mother about this dragon.”
I roll my eyes again, but only because she’s right. I’m not sure why I can’t stop thinking about him. Domlen is not the man for me. Even if he weren’t a dragon, he still pisses me off. And it doesn’t help that he thinks I’m beneath him because I’m a wolf.
“Mom, you’re right. I have been thinking about him. But you have nothing to worry about, I would never be with a dragon. And just in case you’re wondering, all my cookies are still in the jar.”
“Well, that’s a relief. I’ll be leaving tomorrow and I needed to make sure you were okay.”
“Thanks, mom. Now, may I have a small bowl of stew?”
“Yes, but one last question. I know you kept your hoo-hah protected, but did any other things happen? Maybe things you liked?”
Oh my god! My mom misses absolutely nothing. I could never get away with anything when I was a child. I don’t want to admit the truth; it’s just too embarrassing, but I know my mother is the one person who will never judge me or tell anyone. I stand and walk over to the stove, fill a small bowl with stew and return to the table, my mom silently watching and waiting. She’s always had the patience of a saint.
“He made me come and it felt really good. But he rejected me, mom. He couldn’t get rid of me fast enough after that.”
She stares silently for several seconds, shakes her head, then walks over and places her hand on my shoulder.
“You’re too good for him anyway, Tempest. But, at least, you got something out of this entire mess, right?”
I smile and dive into my stew. She’s right; I am too good for dragon boy and I’m glad he’s taken his crazy ass back to dragon land. I swallow a big spoonful and smile to myself. My mom’s right. I got an orgasm out of the deal and Domlen didn’t get anything. At least, I have the satisfaction of knowing he will never have another chance with me again.
***
It’s almost time for the party and I’m trying to get dressed. There will probably be a run for both packs afterwards so I need to wear something simple I can remove easily. I’m not really excited about going, but it would be rude not to attend. I may have to go but I still want to look nice. I want to forget anything happened and just feel normal again. Maybe I’ll be able to get Domlen out of my head and have a good time.
I walk to the party with my parents. I feel like I’m ten years old again. Smiling to myself at the thought of how much I hated walking between my parents as a child, I recall the memories of my life growing up. My brothers were always given more freedom than me. My parents were much stricter on me. If it wasn’t my parents hovering over me, it was my brothers watching my every move. That could be the reason I’m still a virgin.
When we get to the community center, the party has already begun, but everyone stops when I walk in. Now, I really don’t want to be here. I’m not sure why Corbin wanted to have this party, but he’s the Alpha and what he says goes.
I leave my parents and head straight for the alcohol. I need a drink. Obviously, Sam has the same idea. He’s already fixing himself a drink.
“Hey, Sam. Great minds think alike. I see we had the same idea. A little alcohol helps every party, right?” I smile as I make myself a drink. Sam is the pack Beta and he’s not bad on the eyes. He’s shown some interest in me this past year, but I haven’t encouraged his attention. He seems like a nice enough guy and he’s popular with all the shewolves, but I’ve never really been attracted to him.
“Tempest, I’m glad you’re okay. I was really worried about what that filthy dragon would do to you.”
I felt the blood rush to my cheeks, remembering the things Domlen had done to me. I did it again, always thinking about dragon boy and I need to stop. Maybe Sam can help me out with that.
“Well, it’s over now,” I say, giving him a sexy smile.
“Maybe we could get together and talk sometime, Temp.”
“That sounds nice, Sam. Maybe…” Before I can finish, I feel a sharp stabbing pain. I hunch my shoulders but quickly straighten up and try to smile.
What was that?
“Temp, honey, you okay?” Sam asks.
“Yes, I’m fine.”
“I want you to know, Temp, I think you’re very pretty. I always have.”
“Wow, thank you…ahh.” Another pain slams into me and I bend over, place my hands on my knees and take several deep breaths.
What the hell?
“You sure you’re okay? Let me help you to a seat.” Sam walks closer and offers me his hand.
“Yes...I’m fine…SHIT!” I scream.
The music stops and everyone turns to stare at me. They must think I’m crazy. I hold up my hand to let everyone know I’m okay.
“Sam, I’m fine. I just need to go the ladies room. Please excuse me.” I rush to the bathroom and close the door.
What the shit is wrong with me?
I rush to the sink and splash my face with cold water, trying to cool down my overheated body. I lean over the vanity and close my eyes. Images of Domlen begin to flash in my mind and he definitely looks pissed. I feel another sharp pain but this time, it feels as if someone is pinching my nipples and that someone is Domlen. I grab my breasts and stagger to one of the stalls to sit down. Oh god!
“Please, leave me alone!” I groan out.
I see another flash of him glaring at me. He looks so sexy when he’s angry. Stop! I begin to chant, he’s not sexy… he’s not sexy… He should not be able to do this to me.
“Domlen, you bastard! Stop! You said you would leave me alone,” I snarl.
I hear someone enter the bathroom. I should have known my mom would come check on me.
“Temp, are you okay? Sam said you were having some sort of sharp pains. Is there anything I can do?” My mother asks, her voice laced with concern.
“Yeah, I’m okay. I think it’s just cramps.”
“Are they bad? Do you need some Motrin?”
“No, Ma. I’ll be all right. I’m just going to sit here a few minutes to get myself together and I’ll be back out in a sec,” I reply.
“Okay, honey, but let me know if you need anything.”
I can’t respond because I feel another painful twist on my nipples. Once I hear the door close, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
“Domlen, why are you doing this to me?” I whisper, holding my breasts protectively.
I asked a question, not really expecting an answer, but much to my surprise, I got one.
“Tempest, why are you speaking with another male?”
How in the hell is he doing this?
Then it hits me. Domlen is jealous. This can’t be happening. Why is he doing this? After giving me the best orgasm of my life, he treated me like I’m Typhoid Mary and then couldn’t get rid of me fast enough. Granted, I may be a virgin, yet I’m not completely naïve. I’ve done a few things but have never experienced anything that even compares to what Domlen did to me.
“You don’t get to do this to me, you arrogant bully. You said you didn’t want me. What I’m doing is none of your damn business.” I look around to see if he might somehow be in the bathroom. Hey, don’t look at me like you think I’m crazy. After some of the shit he’s pulled, anything is possible.
“What I do is my business, my little wolf. But what you do is my business, if I choose it to be,” he growls.
“Why won’t you leave me alone? Are you crazy or something?”
I wait for his answer but nothing. I open the stall door and look around, but still not a word. I stand and walk to the sink, then gaze into the mirror, but still nothing, I wash my hands and decide to return to the party. I open the door and start to walk out when I feel a chill run down my spine. I turn around and Domlen is leaning against the vanity with his arms crossed over his chest.
What the hell?
I blink and he disappears before my eyes. Looking at the now empty space, a feeling of guilt washes over me and I don’t know why. I haven’t done anything wrong. Domlen has no reason to feel jealous. After all, it was him that said he could never be with me. Sure, he fingered me until I was almost blissfully unconscious, but I was restrained and couldn’t stop him. I can’t help how my body responded. I’m only human. Well, half human and half wolf. And we wolves are very sexual creatures, so it’s only natural that I enjoyed it… and I really, really did enjoy it. Besides, he’s the one who thinks he’s so much better than me because he’s a Draglen dragon. Well, he and his whole family can suck it!
I walk out and find Sam standing nearby talking with several other pack members. I really take the time to look at him. He’s nicely built, tall, broad, muscular, but not too bulky. Beautiful blue eyes, thick red hair, a matching nicely trimmed beard and for the first time, I notice he has a gorgeous smile. Yes, maybe Sam is the perfect wolf to help me forget the horrible way Domlen has treated me and he seems to like me, or at least that’s the feeling I’ve gotten recently.
I wave at him and his smile widens as he walks toward me. He drapes his arm across my upper back and rubs my shoulder gently.
“Temp, are you okay? I was worried about you.”
I can’t help but smile at him. He really is being sweet and it’s nice to have someone care about me.
“I’m fine, Sam, but thank you for being concerned.”
“Are you up for a walk with me, Temp?”
“Yes, I could use some fresh air.” Sam takes my hand and laces his fingers with mine. It feels nice, almost normal, which my life has been anything but recently, and I realize I like it.
So why do I feel guilty?