Thread: Like Father, Like Daughter [Feral.Desires X Cereus]

Antony Corelli was home alone, the house silent other than the slow metronomic tick of the clock above the mantle. It was 230 in the afternoon, a Tuesday, oddly enough. Last day of school, he reminded himself. They'd have to move again shortly, this time with the excuse of being near the college campus Diana would be attending in the fall. He closed his eyes tightly, nostrils flaring, inhaling deeply. Even before he heard her graceful steps on the stone walkway up to the house, she inadvertently advertised her presence. She was home. Again. His only daughter, Diana, newly 18, on what was her last day of high school. Gradually, over the past several months, and completely unaware of it, Diana had been changing. Nothing immediately visible, not to her, and not to anyone that knew her, except her father. She'd matured, and her scent stung him, burned him, called to him, and he struggled against it's heady lure, turning his face away from the pretty girl, and stifling a choking, snarling cough as she swung the front door open, dropping her book bag with a thump onto the floor, and kicking the door shut behind her. He didn't know if she'd realized it, but over that last few months, he'd kept as much physical distance between himself and his daughter as the house allowed. Sitting in the leather bound chair in the far corner of the living room, avoiding her in the hallway, or kitchen, struggling desperately to silence the feral growls that rumbled from deep within his chest when she was near him. Like Antony, Diana was a werewolf, one that had never transformed, and wouldn't until she'd been mated by another of her kind, several times...both in his human form, and werewolf. Only then would she ever realize her true potential, and become, for the first time what she truly was. Had her mother, his wife, still been alive...his mental train of thought stopped for a moment as the familiar stab of grief found it's way into his vitals, and paralyzed him...had she still lived, she could have controlled Antony, offering herself to him, inviting him to spend the raging lust that boiled inside him on her willing body, and together they would have explained to Diana....told her the truth, showed her, by transforming in front of her. Together they would have searched for, and introduced her to potential mates of her own kind. It was not to be. Eris...his beautiful Eris was gone. Dead in an unfortunate accident that had forced Antony to take his daughter, and flee. Together they'd lived as quietly, and normally as was possible. He kept her true identity from her, as she grew from a young girl, through junior high, then high school, watching with trepidation as she bloomed into the lovely young woman she had become. A young woman with a secret that couldn't remain hidden for much longer. She was in heat, as was normal with her kind, her body ready for her mate, advertising for suitable males to come find her, take her, and allow her at last to transform. He knew she didn't feel well...he could see it in her face, and as the moon waxed toward full, which would occur in another two nights, she'd become snappish, impatient, hungering for something she couldn't quite identify. Antony and Diana were alone though. He knew of no other werewolves, and had largely given up searching for the tell-tale signs of their presence. There was only him...and the beast within his breast would not be denied much longer. There was no other of her kind to mate her but him. Antony was a large man, six foot three, and 230 pounds. Possessed of thick, powerful arms, a broad muscular chest, and even thicker, stronger legs. Hazel eyes, much like Diana's, and long slate gray hair, tied at the back of his neck in a simple tail. Disguising, as best he could, the fact this his hair grew down the center of his back, nearly to his ass. For that reason, he never went shirtless, not at home around Diana, and certainly not in public. That would have to change, and soon. He could no more deny his need for Diana, than he could deny his need to breathe. With school over for the year, it could be done properly. He could explain...he could show her. Then he would mate her, and she would at last begin to feel it. Diana , he called out, an odd, husky quality to his voice, Do you have plans tonight?