A Beauty to His Beast 2: An Urban Werewolf Story (8 page)

“Arrogant asshole!” I shouted.

*****

Two hours later…

We all sat down at the dinner table laughing as we feasted on steak, rice and vegetables. My father seemed to be more interested in Elle, as they talked throughout dinner.

“So, Akua, where are your parents?” my father asked him.

“They’re in Africa,” Goon answered, before taking a sip of his cognac.

“You said you are from Egypt, correct?”

“I believe I have mentioned that before,” Goon responded.

“So, my store is opening up tomorrow, and I was wondering if you two could come with me,” I said to my parents.

“Oh yeah, that’s right. I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” my mother said, kissing my cheek.

“What kind of store is it? The merchandise isn’t stolen is it? I have been hearing about a gang that has been stealing jewelry,” my father said. Goon choked on his cognac then pounded his chest.

One more insult and watch what I do to him. I will crawl up the highest building with him and watch him fall off
, Goon said into my head.

Cut it out. My father has always been like this
, I replied back into his.

Our ancestors have been collecting jewelry for centuries. It was all passed down to us to keep. We can do whatever we want with it, but Akua wanted to give it to Kanya. We have never stolen anything from anybody; we never had to,” Amadi said. My mother gave my father a menacing glare.

“I’m not going to pretend that I’m impressed with you’re lifestyle because I’m not. This house is too lavish for a group of young men who, by the way, don’t work. I don’t see any degrees on the wall. No one at this table looks over the age of thirty, and that one right there looks to be only nineteen,” My father said about Izra. The glass in Goon’s hand cracked, causing his cognac to spill all over the place. Goon was beyond angry. I put my head down in shame.

“Nothing else to drink, Jeffery,” my mother scolded my father.

“Oh, Stephanie, lighten up. These hardcore men can take a little joke here and there,” my father laughed.

Goon slapped his hand down on the table, and the table came tumbling down on the floor. “That’s enough! When I came into your home, I showed respect to you and your wife. You will respect my family, especially at my dinner table. If you have an issue, then you can get the fuck out of my house, but your wife is welcome to stay,” Goon said to my father.

My father looked at me, and I had to look away from him.

“Is this the type of man you want to spend your life with? Look at him. I bet he wants to bust a cap in my ass,” my father said, making Izra laugh.

“Daddy, please just stop it,” I said.

“I’ll be back. I need to let my dog out of the cage,” Izra said, but it all went on deaf ears as Goon and my father went back and forth. My mother and I started picking up the food and plates that fell on the floor.

I heard growling come from the end of the dining room, and my eyes got big as saucers. I could not believe Izra had shifted and was now walking around our dining room. Goon smiled. “Come here, boy,” Goon said. Izra sat down next to Goon panting like he was a dog.

“What on earth kind of dog is that? He is huge,” my mother shrieked, hiding behind me.

“His breed is very rare. There are only four others just like him throughout the world,” Goon said, patting Izra’s head. Amadi and Elle held their laughter in, while I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs.

My father hurriedly stood up, but ended up on the floor as Izra growled at him then leaped on him.

“AARRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” my father screamed, with tears in his eyes. Goon roared with laughter.

“Get that dog off of my husband,” my mother screamed. Izra let my father up then licked my mother’s hand.

“He is very friendly, but his size can be intimidating,” Goon said.

My father ran out of the dining room screaming at the top of his lungs while Izra chased after him.

“Don’t run, Jeffery! He thinks you’re playing fetch,” Goon shouted out to him. My life was spiraling out of control. I gave Goon an evil look.

You are in big trouble
, I roared inside of his head.

If it doesn’t involve me entering that sweet tunnel you have between your beautiful legs, then I pass. Speaking of which, those pants you have on are tempting my beast
.

Are you drunk?

Let’s sneak into the hallway bathroom so I can taste you. Can I dip my tongue inside of you
?

Goon then blew me a kiss as sweat beads formed on my forehead. I was able to get aroused even with the sounds of my mother screaming. My father was still being chased by an over-sized wolf. Thoughts of Goon stuffing his massive member inside of me filled my head.

I can smell your arousal. You want me buried deep inside of you
.

My father locked himself in a room until Izra disappeared. Amadi, Elle, my mother and I cleaned up the mess that was on the floor. Goon was giving the pups my breast milk that I had pumped into bottles. I wanted to try the bottle with them since I would be spending more time at the store.

I walked my mother to the guest bedroom. I was beyond tired. “I forgot to tell you how beautiful that ring is. I know your father can be an asshole, but I’m proud of you. If Akua makes you happy, then so be it. It also doesn’t hurt that he is such a beautiful man,” my mother laughed. My mother and I always had a close bond. She had always let me make my own decisions. I just wished my father was more understanding.

“Goodnight, mother. I’m so happy that you are here with me. I’ve missed you so much,” I said, squeezing her hand.

“What’s the matter, my child? Is there something you want to talk to me about?”

“No, I’m just tired,” I said to her. I wanted to tell her what I was, but I couldn’t.

“Get some rest. I will see you in the morning. I’m going to go in this room and let your father have it,” she said, opening up the door. I headed up the stairs into our bedroom. Goon was just getting out of the shower. His member swung freely between his legs, slapping against his inner thighs.

He walked over to me then picked me up as I wrapped my legs around him. He licked my lips then kissed them. My clit throbbed and moisture seeped from between my slit. I moaned then growled. “I havebeen wanting to do this,” he said, squeezing my bottom. He laid me down on our bed, and I was undressed in a matter of seconds. Goon lifted my legs up then stuck his nose into my sex.

“Damn it!” I shouted, when his hard tongue entered me.  I pulled the sheets off of the bed, shredding them with my nails. Goon kissed my bud then sucked on it gently. His tongue went in circles around my clit then flickered across it like humming bird wings. My pussy pulsated, and then my essence gushed out of me as he sucked faster and harder. He locked my legs down, keeping my body trapped between him and our bed. He slurped up everything that poured out of me. He rubbed the head of his dick between my slit, teasing me with it. Goon’s dick pierced through my tight opening causing me to scream out. I could feel his length and width stretching me open; I could feel every strong vein in his dick. My pussy slowly sucked him in. He pulled out leaving only the head in then pushed himself further into me.

Close your eyes
, he said. I closed my eyes as he thrust deeply inside of me. He pinned my legs down tighter, his nails digging into my skin.
Now open your eyes.

When I opened my eyes, I was lying in the sand by the Nile River. The light from the moon made it look as if diamonds were floating around in the river.

“Our bodies are still home, but our minds are in Egypt,” Goon whispered into my ear as his nibbled on it. He rolled over with me on top of him, his girth still planted snuggly inside of me.

“Please me,” he said to me, as he squeezed my breast. I lifted myself up slowly coming down on his size and rocked my hips. Goon’s fangs bit his lip as the veins in his neck popped out. He gripped my bottom and pushed himself inside of me, hitting my spot. My nails dug into his chest, and tiny specks of blood rolled down into the light sand. I bucked harder, rotating my hips, and my fangs grew out. Goon thrust harder into me. His sharp nails went into my buttocks. A howl escaped my throat. I turned Goon’s head to the side, exposing his neck. I leaned forward then sank my teeth into his neck, locking my jaw. He thrust upward, causing the pressure to build up in my chest. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I came. I bit him harder, causing him to growl as his body jerked. I pulled my teeth out of his neck, and it immediately closed up. When I looked around, we were back in our room. Goon lay stretched out on the bed. I started to panic; then there was banging on the door.

“Kanya, are you alright? What were those noises?” my father asked, knocking on the door. “I’m fine, daddy,” I shouted, from the other side of the door.

“What was that noise? Let me see you,” he said.

“I’m sick of this shit. We can’t even fuck in peace,” Goon said, getting up. He stepped into his sweat pants then walked towards the bedroom door. He swung the door open, and my father stood there grilling him. “What’s the issue now, Mr. Williamson?” Goon asked him.

“Is my daughter alright?” My father tried to peek around Goon, but Goon’s body blocked his vision. “What are you doing to my daughter, and why was she sounding like that? Is she hurt?”

“Aye, beautiful, your father wants to know if you are hurt and where that noise was coming from,” Goon said, smartly.

“I’m fine, daddy,” I said embarrassed. I wished Goon and I were really in Egypt.

“I don’t like the fact that you are screwing my damn daughter.”

Goon chuckled. “Kanya, I think your father would like to talk to you about the birds and the bees.” My father pushed Goon. I ran towards our bedroom door.

“Stop it! Why are you doing this to me?” I asked my father. He looked at my arm in disgust. I had hid my tattoos from my parents earlier, but my short-sleeve robe now showed off all of my tribal markings that matched my mate’s.

“What on earth did you to your body? What did you do to my daughter?” My father asked, charging into Goon. Goon picked my father up by the collar on his robe, holding him up in the air. Tears ran down my face. This was not what I imagined—my father and mate against each other.

“Don’t you ever raise your damn hand at me in my home,” Goon’s voice boomed. My father’s feet were dangling, and his slippers fell off of his feet. Goon squeezed harder then tossed him into the hallway. I ran to my father and helped him up.

“Daddy, I’m so sorry,” I cried.

Goon put on a shirt then a hoodie, along with a pair of socks and Nike tennis shoes. He leaped over the banister, landing feet first on the first floor, then walked out of the house. My mother ran up the stairs.

“What the hell is going on now?” she asked me.

“Akua and daddy got into an argument,” I said. My father stood up.

“That man is on drugs, perhaps steroids. He lifted me up into the air then leaped over the banister like a damn devil,” my father fussed.

I went into our bedroom then slammed the door. I looked out of the window, and I saw a glimpse of Goon’s black, bushy tale running into the woods. I tried to reach out to him, but he had me blocked; he did that when he had a lot on his mind. I checked up on the twins on the other side of our bedroom. They were still sleeping peacefully. I was surprised that they didn’t wake up to the sounds of Goon and me making love. I got back into bed, but I couldn’t sleep. I wanted to know what Goon was thinking. I tossed and turned until the early morning. When I finally got out of bed, I fed the twins then walked them down the hall to Elle’s room. I told him I would be back. I was worried about Goon.

I put my hoody over my head then walked outside, heading straight towards the woods. I sniffed the air to see if I could detect his scent. I followed his scent trail; his scent led me to a pile of his clothes and shoes. I picked them up. “GOON!” I shouted. Deer blood filled the air. I heard growling and the sounds of flesh being torn into. I walked further into the woods where Goon was hungrily tearing into a deer.

“Goon,” I called out to him. He lifted his head up, blue eyes staring into mine. Blood dripped from his fangs. He licked around his mouth. He turned his back towards me then continued to tear into the deer. I heard the sounds of shuffling in the woods. Goon perked his head up then started growling.

“Kanya, are you out here?” My mother’s voice called out. I heard the sounds of shoes stepping on the leaves. “It’s cold out here. Come back in the house.”

Before I knew it, my mother was standing behind Goon. He was still in wolf form as he looked at her with his menacing scowl. Fear settled in her eyes. I didn’t want her to find out like this.

“Is that Akua?” she asked me.

“What? Don’t be silly, Mom. That’s one of Goon’s dogs,” I said. My mother walked slowly around Goon as his eyes trained on her.

“The myth is true,” she said.

“What myth?” I asked dumbfounded.

“The son of Ammon would be reincarnated until he met his soul mate. My grandmother use to tell us that story when I was little. The myth was passed down in the family; I would never forget. They said his fur is the color of midnight, and his eyes are blue like the Nile River. My grandmother told me when you was a baby that you had the jackal blood, and the son of Ammon would find you. I thought she was crazy because she was dying when she told me; she was senile,” my mother said.