Forgotten Royalty (Escaping The Throne) (7 page)

He gently, pushes me clear of the door and lays me flat. “Sara. I’m
going to help you make the shaking stop. Do you trust me?” I can’t answer. He
turns my face so I’m facing him and looks in my eyes. “I know you can still
hear me. Please trust me.” His eyes plead for acceptance. Tears run down my
cheeks. He brushes his lips against mine softly. “I’m going to kiss you again,
but if I say we have to stop, you can’t force it. I know what I’m doing.”

He kisses me lightly and gently parts my lips with his tongue. He kisses
me again and again. The shaking starts to slow. He moves to my neck and kisses
me from one side of my collar bone to the other. He kisses my chest right below
my collar bone moving inch by inch. He moves back up my collar bone and up the
side of my neck. He kisses me softly on my lips. The shaking has almost
stopped. He kisses me slowly two more times and the shaking stops completely.
He looks in my eyes and I lay perfectly still. I’m afraid if I do anything
other than breathe that they will start again.

“I think it’s over. You’re okay.” He caresses my face and brushes my
hair back. He slowly helps me sit up against the tub. “How do you feel?”

Right as he asks me that my stomach spasms and I turn my head just in
time to puke in the tub instead of on him. He holds my hair back. “It’s almost
over. You’re doing fine.”

 When my stomach quits heaving, he grabs me a glass of water and my
toothbrush. I brush my teeth and tongue and rinse out my mouth.

“Thank you.” That’s all I could say.

“Can you get up?” He looks down at me. “Maybe I better just carry you.”

He lifts me up slowly and I wrap my arms around his neck. I bury my
face in his chest and hope he didn’t see my face. I was so embarrassed. I
hadn’t puked in front of a boy since second grade when Shaun and I had a pie
eating contest. I won, and then I lost it. It wasn’t pretty. I thought I didn’t
want him to see me cry, but I knew I didn’t want him to witness that. He
carried me to my bed again and laid me down. He tucked the covers around me and
turned to walk away.

“Wait. Don’t go. I mean, could you just lye beside me. I don’t think
I’m going to be able to get back to sleep right now and I really don’t want to
be alone.”

He turns back to me. “Scoot over. Don’t get used to it though. I wasn’t
going to leave. I was just going to go back to the chair.” He lay down beside
me and I put my head on his chest. He brushed my hair back away from my face
with his fingers and before I knew it, I was asleep.

*****

When I woke up the next day, I looked all around my room for Damian. I
couldn’t find him. He said he wasn’t leaving. I got out of bed and got dressed.

What time was it? Crap! Aunt Lynn didn’t wake me up and it was already
ten o’clock. Damian probably woke up early and went to school. I smelled eggs
in the kitchen. Aunt Lynn probably stayed home since I was still here. I got
dressed and walked to the kitchen. To my surprise, it wasn’t Aunt Lynn making
the eggs, it was Damian.

“You’re still here? I thought you left.”

He takes the eggs off of the stove and turns around. He walks over to
me, grabs me around the waist and lifts me onto the counter. “Where else would
I have to go? I don’t want to be anywhere unless I’m with you.”

I look into his eyes. He kisses me softly. Then he buries his head in
my chest.

“Wait, what about Aunt Lynn?”

He laughs and lowers me back off of the counter. “I snuck outside
before she finished in the bathroom this morning and waited for her to leave. I
wasn’t about to get you in trouble.”

That was a relief. He walks me over to the table and sits me down. He
brings me some eggs and toast and then gets me a tall glass of O.J.

“What’s with the royal treatment? Wait, better question, what happened
to me last night? You said you knew what you were doing when you made it stop.”

He looks down at the plate. “Well first, you need to get your strength
back after puking all of your dinner and half of yesterday’s lunch out last
night. As for what happened to you, or rather what’s happening to you, that’s a
longer story. Remember how you’ve felt each time you’ve kissed me? Each time it
gets more intense, right?” He waited for my reply.

“Yeah, why?”

He looks straight at me. “You found out yesterday that I’m a werewolf.
What if I told you that you had similar genes in your blood?”

Now he was being crazy. “I think Aunt Lynn would have told me if I was
a werewolf.”

He kinda laughed. “She doesn’t know. Your dad was full blooded. Your
mom didn’t have any of our genes. Your dad would have explained it to you when
you hit puberty if he had been around. We don’t go around announcing ourselves
and some of us reject what we are totally by marrying mortals. When this
happens, the offspring can either become a werewolf or live a normal life.
Since I met you, your senses have been heightening. Each time we kiss,
something else enhances. This is your body’s natural response to having a male
werewolf around. You find yourself more and more attracted and can’t stay away.
I told you I didn’t want to do this to you last night because I knew how close
you were getting to the next stage.”

I take a bite of my eggs. “So, what’s the next stage?”

He shook his head. “I was afraid you would make me explain that. Well,
I guess I made my bed; I may as well lay in it. The changes you’ve been going
through prepare you to mate with one of us. Your body senses the attraction and
there is a chemical reaction from our pheromones. If I hadn’t stopped us last
night, we could have gone all the way. Yeah, you thought you wanted it at the
time, but I didn’t want to be the one that you looked at in the morning and
thought, oh my God, what did I do?” He dropped his gaze to the floor now.

“I know that you haven’t done that before. We can smell the difference.
If I knew for sure that you wanted me to, nothing would have stopped me. I just
couldn’t take that from you without you knowing everything. It would be like
using a date rape drug.” He kept his head down now. He was ashamed of himself.
“I almost let you convince me that you really did want it and that it had
nothing to do with the hormones. I know I was right though. When you started
having the seizures in the bathroom, it confirmed it. When you get intense like
that, and you don’t finish, your body goes through a withdrawal like it would
from drugs. You suddenly purge your system of all your excess hormones. If it
didn’t, they could kill you. When I started kissing you again though, I relaxed
your muscles and got you close enough that your body could skip to the purging
stage.”

I finish my eggs and go to the bathroom. He sits there. I take a shower
and scrub my body and my mouth out. I’ve never felt so dirty in my life.

I’m getting dressed when he knocks on my door. “Sara. I know you’re
getting dressed and I know that you heard everything I said. I want to
apologize. You probably feel like I took advantage of you. If you do, I don’t
blame you. I’m going to finish what I started by getting rid of that guy, and
then I promise if you really want me to, I’ll leave.”

He walks back to the kitchen and I start to cry. I wipe my eyes and get
my under clothing on. There’s a twinge in my back, then another. They turn into
a stabbing pain.

I drop to the floor. “Da-amian?”

I barely get his name out between the stabs of pain. I hear him run
down the hall as another one hits, and another. He drops to the floor with his
arms on my shoulders.

“Crap! Okay, just relax. I know it’s scary.”

I try to breathe through it. “What’s happening?”

He looks down. “You’re beginning the change. I’ve never seen it happen
this soon before. My sister’s didn’t even happen this fast.”

The pains are coming faster now. I feel like my body is trying to explode.
“Make-it–stop!” I barely get that out before I collapse.

He rolls me over. “Sara, I know how much it hurts. Just keep breathing.
You’re almost through it.” My skin felt like it was crawling. “I only know of
one way to make it stop, but I can’t.”

I look up at him with all of the pain in my eyes pleading,
“P-pleas-s-e. I can’t do this alone.”

He shakes his head. “Alright, but it won’t stop it for good.”He leans over
and kisses me. He rubs my arms, and digs his nails in my back. He continues
kissing me and pulls his shirt off. He moves to my ear and whispers, “If I bite
your neck, it should stop for now. Are you sure you want me to do this.”

I shake my head and manage an “uh-huh” before I lose myself in the pain
again.

I look into his eyes. “If you feel that way about me, why did you stop?
Oh. You’re afraid that I’ll resent you if you did that now. I know. You won’t
listen to me right now so I may as well stop trying.” We both laugh. “How long
will this link last? Until Monday of next week, you think? Wait, you don’t
know? Sorry, I guess that does get a little annoying. I’ll try not to finish
your thoughts before you have them if you try not to assume I am confused about
my feelings.”

As if I had knocked down a wall that was holding him back, he kissed me
again. This time there was no restraint. We could feel each other’s wants as we
kissed and moved with each other. The phone rang. He started to pull back and I
kissed him down his neck. It rang again and I thought to ignore it. He kissed
me again then stopped and went to the phone. He wasn’t letting me ignore it. If
it was my aunt, she would rush home to make sure I was alright.

“Hello?” I sounded like I had to run to answer the phone. “No, I was in
the shower.” He kisses me down my neck as I talk on the phone. “I did throw up
last night. I’m feeling a little better now though.” He kisses my mouth and covers
the mouth piece on the phone as I’m about to moan. “I’m still a little tired. I
think I’m going to lie back down for a little while. I’ll see you after work.
Love you too.”

He hangs the phone up before there could be any objections. He’s still
kissing my neck and crossing my collar bone. I beg him to bite me again in my
thoughts. He stops. I try to read him, but his mind is distant.

“What is it? Did I do something wrong?”

He pushes me back on my bed and starts pacing. I would have got up but
I could tell he would just push me back down. I lay back on my pillows and
closed my eyes. I didn’t want to start crying again and I didn’t understand why
he had pushed me away. As I lay there, I get bits and pieces of thoughts he’s
trying to keep from me. I can’t make any sense out of them. Then I feel this
incredible love pulsating to me. It surrounds me like a blanket. I relax in the
warmth of it. He mentally brushes my cheek with his hand.