Wolves
This story is rated PG-13 for sexual situations
Chapter 11 - Two Nights
It was late, long past midnight, and Kamara sat in front of the fire, staring at the flames. It hurt so much! She didn't even hear him come into the room, using the balcony as he had the last time.
"Kamara..."
She looked up into the green eyes of her first love, the boy she had loved all her life, and tears began to fall again. Tekku took her into his arms, holding her tightly, and whispered, "I will never let you go. We will tell our parents that we are mated. They can do nothing about it!"
"No." Kamara answered softly, "If I don't mate with the Demon Wolf, many more will die."
"But I love you!"
"I know." She looked into his eyes, "And I will never stop loving you. No matter what happens, no matter how much time passes, I will always love you."
"Kamara..." Tekku whispered.
"Stay with me.. let us have this one last night together."
Then for one last time, Kamara felt the love of her Tekku, of her Bobcat. Tomorrow she would belong to another, but tonight she would be in the arms of the person she loved.
Tonight would have to last a lifetime.
All too soon, the sky began to lighten and it was time for Tekku to leave. He kissed her one last time, his eyes filled with unshed tears, and then left, leaving an emptiness in her heart that would never be filled. Tekku did not go to his room, but instead went to the hill where he had been with Kamara for the first time, had it been only yesterday? He sat there all day, silent tears running down his face.
An hour after Tekku left, Kamara heard a knock on her door and then heard Hiya call out. She rushed to the door and let the girl slip in. Kamara went to the settee and Hiya sat next to her.
"I heard what happened. My uncle is furious; he thinks we should just teach those Cats a permanent lesson."
"We don't need another war."
"You look terrible. Your eyes are all puffy. Have you been crying all night? Why didn't you ask for me? I would have come, oh! I should have come without your needing to ask!"
Kamara shook her head and fresh tears began to fall. Hiya searched her pockets for a Kleenex, but of course nothing like that was in them. So she went to the nightstand for one and saw the unmade bed. "Kamara..."
"I love him, Hiya."
"Tekku was here? Last night?"
"Yes. He loves me too." Kamara said. "Yesterday in the field..."
"Oh." Hiya frowned, and then returned to her seat next to her friend. "You cannot go through with this mating tonight! Tell the Princess what happened, she will stop it immediately!"
"No, you must swear that you will never tell a soul! Swear it to me, Hiya!"
"But why? You love Tekku."
"I can't have the blood of the Wolf clan on my hands. I can stop the war. My happiness is not worth hundreds of lives. Hiya, swear it. Swear your silence. Please..."
The Ice Demoness lowered her head and then nodded. "I swear." She looked up into Kamara's eyes, "But if you ever change your mind, or need my help in any way, I will help you, I swear that too."
Kamara embraced the girl tightly, "Thank you."
"Now, let's clean up this room!" Hiya said standing, "and you!"
While Kamara went to take a hot bath, Hiya stripped the bedding and left it in a ball on the floor. She called in a maid and had fresh linen put on the bed and the old bedding taken away. Vases filled with flowers appeared and the drapes were thrown back to let in the sunlight. Kamara sat in the warm sun on her balcony while Hiya brushed her straight black hair, drying it in the sun as she brushed. The girls spent the entire day together, trying to forget the pain and the heartache, but all too soon the sky darkened. It was time.
Because of his injuries, it had been decided that Kamara would go to Kiba's room. The Wolf was propped up with pillows and the Healer Mage was there giving him last minute instructions. "You must be careful of your stitches. Don't stretch or you will tear them. I recommend spooning."
"What is that?"
Kaiba blushed, but explained. "I know that Wolves like to take from behind, but I don't want you to kneel and stretch over her, that will surely tear open your wounds. So lie on your side and hold her against your front, but with her facing away from you. Like a pair of spoons."
"Oh."
"If you need more instructions, I can have Kurama come in..."
"I know what to do." Kiba said tersely.
"Okay. Kamara will be here in a few minutes." Then the Mage left the room.
Now there was nothing to do but wait.. for a girl he had never met before. For a half-Wolf. He growled softly. Otherworld would never domesticate him! He may not be able to move very much, but he still had sharp fangs. This girl would bleed for him!
His bitter thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock, followed by the door opening. Kiba was facing away from the door, but he turned to watch a young girl walk into the room wearing a pink robe. She had long straight black hair and the most incredible blue eyes he had ever seen.
"Hello." She said tentatively. "My name is Kamara."
"I am Kiba." The Wolf said, and then added. "Could you come to the other side of the bed? Kaiba wants me to stay off my left side."
Kamara nodded and quickly went to the other side. She hesitated, wondering if she should take off the robe, but decided against it and slid under the covers with it still on. Kiba took her in his arms, noticing that she was trembling, and tears were already forming in her blue eyes. She didn't want any part of this either! He bent down to her throat, but instead of a bite, he gently kissed her.
"I won't hurt you, Kamara." Kiba whispered.
The girl nodded and pressed against his chest. Kiba could feel her warm tears falling on his chest. In that instant, his entire life changed. He knew that he could never hurt her and he would always protect her, and that she was going to be his mate. A soft growl started that turned almost into a purr as he turned her over, removed her robe, and then pressed himself against her, spooning. Every movement, every touch was gentle and slow. And afterward, he held her in his arms, still spooned, his face against her sweet-smelling hair, awash with contentment for the first time in his young, turbulent life.