Stitches

----Alone At Last---

Disclaimer: I don’t own shit except Camilla. Yet…(just kidding WB)

Smashthemirror: Thanks for your review and criticism. Helpful. I see your point on a lot of it. To clarify, Camilla is human. Background information wasn’t much on my mind at this point, but I’ve decided to write a few more chapters so there will be more in this one. Same goes for detail. I was too anxious to just get the basic story out before my inspiration went bye-bye. As for point of view, obviously the most important choice any author makes about his/her story, I too have come to break the habit of first person. I agree completely with you on that, but this story was rushed a bit (8:30 a.m. American Lit class and writing a story 5 hours before you had to be there do not go together) but I’m taking my time with this one, so it should definitely be better. I also hate writing David. A lot. So I’m not sure how much of his POV will be in this, but I’ll try. Anyway thanks again!

I was tired when the sun did set, not having gotten much sleep the night before, but David wouldn’t have me sleeping in.

“David please I’m tired,” I whined. He was already up and anxious to feed.

“Get up Camilla,” he replied icily. “You are not staying here alone.”

“Why,” I yawned? I did not feel like arguing with David. I was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to lie back down.

“I’m not telling you again Camilla,” he said sternly. Almost too sternly. I know David would never hurt me, but sometimes he scared me. I did not understand his need to have me constantly with him. He was so possessive. I liked it at first, but I think it may have been part of the reason I was drawn to Marko. David didn’t know, but in a way he was steering me right into Marko’s all too capable hands.

I was just about to protest when there was a knock on the door. “We’re not through with this,” he told me.

“Really, I never would have guessed,” I muttered sarcastically. David hardly ever let anything go until he had his way.

He shot me a glare that would have given anybody else shivers, but I was becoming numb to David’s attitude.

“Who is it,” David asked, doing a fairly good job of containing his annoyance?

“Dwayne and Marko,” I heard Dwayne say from the other end of the door. My spirit brightened when I heard his name.

“Come in if you must,” David replied.

Marko and Dwayne cautiously stepped into David’s room. My eyes went straight to Marko. The circles under
his eyes showed that he hadn’t gotten very much sleep either. He was wearing his usual jeans and a white wife beater that had seen better days.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Marko said timidly. He was careful to not look at me. I knew he was afraid his eyes would betray him if David saw.

“What do you want,” David asked curtly?

“Paul wanted to know if you would go with him to do that favor tonight,” Dwayne answered for him.

“What favor,” I asked?

“None of your business,” David answered shortly. “It’s between Paul and I,” he added, a little more gentle. “Why didn’t Paul come ask me himself,” David asked lighting a cigarette?

“He thought you were more likely to say yes if we asked,” Marko explained. It was true. David got annoyed with Paul easily. He always had a slight soft spot for Marko though. Ironically enough.

“Tell him I’ll be there in a few minutes to discuss it with him,” he told them. “We were in the middle of something,” he added taking a drag off his cigarette. I thought I saw a look of hurt cross Marko’s eyes. He thought we were having sex, I thought to myself.

“Whoa sorry there guys,” Dwayne said. “Didn’t mean to interrupt,” he added smiling.

“No. It was nothing like that,” David answered. I swear relief washed over Marko’s eyes. “We were discussing the fact that Camilla can not stay here alone, and will come to the boardwalk with us while we feed,” he explained. Discussing? Yeah right. More like David ordering me out of bed, I thought.

“Well, if you’re going to do that favor for Paul you might as well let her stay if she wants,” Dwayne said. Dwayne was always able to reason with people, even David.

“No, not alone,” he said quickly. “It’s not safe.”

“David, you never think anything is safe,” Dwayne reminded him. This was also true. I know David was just concerned for his pack and what not, but at times he really was a bit paranoid.

“It’s true,” David said simply. “She’s not staying alone,” he repeated firmly.

“Let Marko stay. He’ll make sure nothing happens to her,” he suggested. Marko and I both perked up at the possibility of being able to spend time alone.

“I don’t know,” David said, not very convinced.

“Come on man. You, me, and Paul will go take care of…this business,” he said carefully. “Marko can stay in the cave to make sure nothing happens while were gone and Cammie can go back to sleep,” he reasoned. “I mean look at her,” he said motioning to me. “She looks like she hasn’t slept all day.”

“Hey,” I said indignantly. “I think I look fantastic,” I joked. I was practically bubbling on the inside. I silently urged David to say yes. I tried to read his face for a sign of what he would say, but as always his expression was blank.

“Fine,” David relented. “But this better not take long. And as for you,” he said looking directly at me with those hard blue eyes. “When we return, we are all going to the boardwalk,” he said firmly.

“Fine,” I replied, pretending to yawn, although all thoughts of sleep had gone right out the window. Spending time with Marko was far better than sleeping. Sleeping was something I could do all day, while the opportunity to spend time alone with Marko is as rare as Paul going more than three nights with out getting laid.

“Marko, if anything happens to her I’m holding you personally responsible,” David said sternly.

“I know,” Marko said. I could tell he was trying to contain his elation just as much as I was.

“Come here,” David said. I obediently stood up from the bed and walked over to him. “I love you. I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he whispered into my ear.

“I love you too,” I told him. He pulled me to him and kissed me deeply on the lips. I could practically feel Marko flinch. David confused the shit out of me. One minute he was demanding and cruel, the next he was gentle and loving. I did not get it.

“Play nice children,” Dwayne said, winking at us both as he followed David out of the room.

I waited a few moments before I spoke. “What was that all about,” I asked, genuinely curious about what they were up to?

“Paul has some shit that needs to be settled. I don’t know the whole story, but something happened the other night while Paul was feeding. Something having to do with a girl, her boyfriend, and his friends. Basically Paul wants them all dead, and David is going to help,” he explained. “Nothing to worry about,” he added.

“Oh,” was my simple reply. It was taking all of my constraint to not jump his bones right there on David’s bed. I didn’t know how much time we had to be alone, but I wanted to make use of the time we did have.

“So it looks like you didn’t get much sleep last night,” he said smiling.

“Yeah. Wonder why that is,” I asked sarcastically.

“Hey, don’t look at me,” he joked. I simply laughed in reply. “I want to hold you so badly,” he said, lowering his voice, although we were alone. “But I feel like I’m being watched or something. David’s room always gave me the creeps,” he said.

I knew what he meant. Although it was the biggest room, it had a very dark element to it. He had books lined along almost all the walls and all sorts of strange vials and things of that nature. Not to mention the room had a horrible draft and made the room freezing. Marko’s room was always nice and warm to me. The only thing I really liked about the room was his bed, which was red, velvet, and fucking comfortable.

“Well lets get out of here then,” I suggested. “We can go sit in the lobby at least,” I added. I knew if we were to go into Marko’s room we would get carried away and that was just asking to be caught.

“Come on,” he agreed. We both stood up and I shivered. The floor felt freezing on my feet.

“You should start wearing socks,” Marko told me, not being able to fight the urge to enclose his arms around me. His body felt so good against mine and his arms wrapped around me made me feel warm instantly.

“God, you feel amazing,” I told him, resting my head on his chest.

“So do you,” he replied, rubbing his hands on my lower back. I pulled away slightly and looked up into his eyes and he looked down into mine. He put his gloved hand gently on my face and leaned down to kiss me.

It felt incredible to have his lips on mine again. I kissed him back softly and eased my tongue into his mouth. He massaged his tongue with mine and I could feel my knees going weak.

“We shouldn’t be doing this here,” he said in breathlessly. “It’s not right.”

“I know,” I agreed, but we continued kissing. My hands were running through his hair as his were rubbing me all over my body. My mind was screaming at me to stop. I knew this was wrong. Especially to be doing this in David’s room, but I just couldn’t stop. Apparently neither could he because it wasn’t long into our soft kiss turned into a full fledged, hot and heavy make out session.

“We need to stop,” I said, still somehow managing to keep kissing him.

“Yeah we do,” he agreed, his voice sounding a bit less controlled than usual. But still neither of us stopped. We continued to do the polar opposite of stopping.

My hand moved from Marko’s hair, down his neck, to his chest, and didn’t stop until I could feel his hardness in my hand through his jeans.

“Baby don’t,” Marko moaned into my ear. He made no real effort to stop me though. I rubbed him harder through his jeans, knowing he was enjoying the friction I was giving him.

He followed my example and began rubbing my clit with his fingers. I moaned into his ear and he started to rub harder. His ministrations made it a lot more difficult for me to keep rubbing him, but I did.

I pulled away from his mouth and buried my head into his chest and moaned loudly. I could feel myself soaking through my sweatpants as he continued frantically rubbing my clit. I knew what were doing was incredbily wrong, but why did it feel so right?

I managed to get my hand onto his belt and zipper and undo them both, allowing myself better access to him. I grabbed his rock solid member in my hand and started beating him at a pace that was much faster than usual. We didn’t have time to take it slow and tease. I was determined to make him cum, but he had other plans.

“Fuck this,” he mumbled and before I knew it, his hands were on my ass, picking me up. I wrapped my legs around him and kissed him feverishly. I began sucking hard on his bottom lip. He growled and squeezed my ass. It wasn’t often Marko showed his primitive side or was rough with me, but it certainly turned me on when he was.

I think Marko had finally cracked. He started walking over to the bed. David’s bed actually, while my legs were still wrapped around him. When he reached the end of it he placed me down on the edge and took the thong and sweatpants I had just put back on a few hours ago, off.

The all too familar of the red velvet felt good on my skin. I couldn't believe I was doing this in David's room. Doing it was bad enough, but to do it in his bed, was something else. The word cruel came to mind. But somehow the fact that this was so wrong, turned me on even more if possible.

“Marko, we can’t be doing this here,” I moaned as he got down on his knees and spread my legs apart. I was practically dripping wetness.

“Shut up Camilla,” Marko growled. Both his words and tone shocked the shit out of me. He hardly ever called me Camilla, never told me to shut up, and had never used that tone of voice with me. I wasn’t sure if I was more surprised or turned on by it.

Normally when he ate me out he took his time, slowly teasing me, running his tongue up and down my entire slit until I was begging for it. Not this time. Marko buried his head in between my legs and immediately started sucking on my clit. It felt like my entire body was on fire. He threw my legs over his shoulders and squeezed my thighs as he continued to suck on me and lick, continuously switching it up.

My hands moved to his head, practically pulling on his hair. That was a big no-no for him to do while I was giving him oral sex, but it didn’t seem to bother him in least.

I was moaning so loud, that if anybody was there they surely would have heard me. “Marko put your fingers in me,” I moaned. He pulled his mouth away, crawled up on the bed, and started to kiss my neck as he buried two fingers into me.

I was nearly on the brink of my orgasm. His fingers slid in and out of me hard and fast, hitting all the right spots. He had never done it like this before and I knew I would be sore in a little while.

“You like that,” he growled into my ear.

“Uh-huh,” I moaned. I never wanted this feeling to end.

“Do you like when I put my fingers in you and twitch them like this,” he asked?

I could only nod my head in response. Once again, just as I was about to cum, he stopped. Before I could even protest, he had my one leg over his shoulder and was sliding his dick into me. I felt complete yet again.

He moved fast and hard, plunging into me, pulling almost all the way out and slamming his dick into me again. It was never like this with him, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it.

“Come on Camilla, come for me,” he growled. I was so close, but I obviously wasn’t coming fast enough for Marko’s liking. “God dammit Camilla, fucking come,” he growled, pounding his dick so hard into me I thought I would break. But his words drove me over the edge.

“I’m coming Marko,” I practically screamed, this time really not caring who heard me. My muscles clenched around his dick as the most intense orgasm of my life rocked me to the core and brought tears to my eyes. His pace quickened, if that was possible, until he slammed into me one last time pulling my hips down to meet his. I could feel him shutter as he released his essence into me.

I didn’t even bother trying to move. David could have walked in right there and I wouldn’t have flinched a muscle. I was busying trying to control my breathing, as was Marko. My leg had cramped up from the angle it was on Marko’s shoulder and I slowly took it down. Marko collapsed on top of me, his head resting on my chest. I massaged my fingers through his hair. I read somewhere that it was comforting to guys if girls did that to them after sex.

We stayed there for a few moments like that, trying to collect ourselves. Marko was the first to move, picking his head up to kiss me, but stopped when he saw the tears that had rolled down my cheeks. His brow instantly furrowed and a look of worry washed over his face.

“Come here,” he said cradling me in his arms before I had a chance to explain. “Are you okay,” he asked? “I’m sorry baby,” he went on. “I don’t know what came over me,” he tried to explain.

“Marko it’s fine. My eyes aren’t tearing because of that,” I told him. “It just felt so good,” I told him, sitting up and looking at him. Part of this was true. It really did feel good. It was mind blowing in fact, but part of it was something else. Knowing Marko and I could never have a real relationship. The guilt I felt for what I just did. A lot of things, but I would mull over them later, when my brain had better cognitive function. Right now I was spent to the fullest meaning of the word.

“Are you sure,” he asked staring at me intently, trying to read my face? “I’m usually not that rough with you,” he added, his cheeks turning a bit redder.

“Yes,” I told him smiling, loving how he was concerned for me.

“Okay,” he said and managed a smile. I could tell he still felt bad.

“Here get dressed,” I told him, handing him his pants. “They should be back any second,” I added.

He just nodded in response. I grabbed my sweat pants and thong and put them back on for the second time that night.

“Lay with me for a while,” I yawned.

“I really shouldn’t Cammie,” he replied. “The last thing I need is for David to catch me lying in his bed with you.”

This made me laugh. “After what we just did in his bed, you lying next to me isn’t much Marko,” I told him.

“You have a point,” he laughed. “Alright, but just for a few minutes,” he relented.

“That’s all I ask.”

He laid on the edge of the bed, still keeping one foot on the floor. I crawled on the other side of him and rested my head on his chest. I quickly dozed off in the arms of my lover. He made me feel so secure, like nothing could ever go wrong, as long as we were together. And I couldn’t help but hope that one day we would find a way to really be together, without destroying the pack.

The next thing I know I feel Marko quickly move out from underneath me. I open my eyes to see him quickly grabbing one of David’s books, and sitting down against the wall, pretending to read.

I could hear the boys, but I guess Marko sensed them earlier. They were being extra loud this evening, and I could hear one of them singing, presumably Paul.
But as the voices got closer I could tell it wasn’t Paul singing. It was Dwayne.
Sure enough as the three of them walked into David’s room Dwayne was singing “Come on Eileen” on the top of his lungs. He never sang. Ever. And if were going to sing it sure as hell would not be that song.

And then it hit me. He knew. Or at least had suspicions. He was trying to alert Marko and I. Give us the cue to stop whatever we were doing, because they were back. And the whole, ‘I’ll go with you guys, Marko can stay here.’ I would talk to Marko about it later, but I was pretty sure Dwayne knew or at least suspected Marko and I were a little more than just friends.

“I love you,” I mouthed to Marko. He mouthed it back just before they walked in.

“Hey man,” Dwayne greeted Marko. “Have a good time,” he asked?

“You’re in a good mood,” Marko observed, ignoring his question.

“Good night,” he explained. “I’ll tell you about it later,” he added. “Don’t want to wake Cammie up,” he said.

“Yeah. She’s been sleeping since you guys left,” he lied.

“Good,” David said sitting down next to me, rubbing my back. “I should have just let her sleep from gate, but I hate leaving her,” he admitted. “I worry about her. She’s still human and if something came after her, she wouldn’t be able to defend herself,” he added.

I felt a pang of guilt when he said this. David could come off as cold and downright cruel sometimes, but I know he loves me. And I love him too. I just can’t stand his jealously and possessiveness. And the fact that he isn’t Marko.

“Well we still going to the boardwalk,” Paul asked? “Marko hasn’t fed yet.”

“No. You guys go. Paul’s little girlfriend was enough for me,” David said. “Just don’t be out too long,” he added.

“Alright,” Paul said. “Come on guys. Lets leave the two love birds alone,” he joked.

“You already did,” I thought to myself, as David lied next to me and pulled me to him.


----Okay so that was chapter 2 or interlude 2 or whatever you want to call it. I know there still wasn’t much insight on their past, but that’s going to be in the next section. I’m going to do something about the first time she met David, and the first time she fucked Marko, type thing, so there will be insight. Anyway reviews are welcome. Thanks!-----