Fang-Kissed

Chapter 16

I didn't get to ask Kami for advice. She didn't return to our dorm and I noticed how Fortitude was quiet today. Barely anyone was running around. Maybe it was the change in weather, the sun had been shining all morning and then by the time lunch turned around, a storm was rolling in.

I ate a snack bar and an apple on my bed, not having much of an appetite because I was thinking about tonight and how exactly this date with my Fang was going to play out.

I was well aware that Raphael was opening up to me in a slow, methodical way. It was a seduction mixed with elements of mastering my body. Ownership. The more I thought about it all day, the more I could start to understand why that dynamic was prevalent between Fang and their choices.

It wasn't always for mating. It wasn't always for life.

But sometimes, through the position of second-hand, nurse or doctor, you could be chosen.

Why wouldn't anyone want that? To be chosen for a Fang-Kiss? It sounded lovely.

It also really shed a light on this place, to know it was built from the whoredom of Fang Gold wolves, using their prowess to specifically build an empire of wealth and dominance.

It sucked that I couldn't shift into a wolf, only Fangs and Shefangs could.

Raphael's Fang was massive and it still brought a smile to my face... how gorgeous that animal was. Animal... Raphael wasn't just like me, he was also half a wild animal.

I nap most of the day after lunch, catching up on sleep, then I shower again to fix my hair, and I realise I don't have any nice clothes to wear. I check out Kami's collection of grey, steel and black dresses but they don't really suit me or they're too small.

I feel disappointed, knowing I can't show up to our date in anything new. I pick out the uniform of a second-hand, the other pair of grey pants and a grey long sleeved top. It's so boring. It's so boring! Argh.

I put them on and at least I smell fresh and there's no stains or holes in this outfit.

Raphael never set a time, just said it was a dinner date.

The sun had started to set while the rain was still pouring, and I wait for Raze to appear and give me some advice. Of course, he doesn't when I need him most. Same as Kami. It's just me and my reflection in the mirror of my bathroom as I brush through my black wavy hair. My eyes were a soft blue, not too dark, not exactly grey, but just soft. My lip was cut on the inside and I kept sucking on it, tasting the wound, but it was healing, and it never hurt as much as it throbbed in a strangely pleasant way. I also didn't bring any makeup, I couldn't afford to own any. So, I guess that's it, I'm going like a doll ready for dress up, just dressed up like I'm going to work.

I sigh and decide I better make my way to Raph's room now.

It would be dinner time for everyone in the hall in five minutes, it was 6.55pm. I start to make my way to his side of Fortitude, passing by everyone as they walk down the stairs, and as I keep to the top level, I feel separated from everyone.

I feel... weirdly... like I'm going to face some kind of punishment. I'm not sure why I feel so much dread walking back to Raph's room now.

201.

I think I do know why, actually.

All those times Raphael tried to explain his past, he was warning me about his innate nature, not just his behaviour. A whore was going to deceive me. A whore would use me. A whore wouldn't love me.

That's the dread right there, a pit in my stomach. The fun we had in the morning, dissipated to just that. Fun and games.

The kiss was the climax. That bruising kiss. After I fucked up his apology.