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The Wolf

By: maggie2002



He was retired now, but once upon a time, they had called him the wolf. He was the best at his business. He traveled everywhere his country needed him to be, and put his life on the line repeatedly it had kept him single and alone and a wolf is a pack animal one that needs companionship.

Finally at fifty, he was back in the states, working at a desk job, still alone but now in a position to finally open up his heart to the possibilities of a different life.

Martin Nelson, was handsome, he was whippet thin, all muscled, still ran five or more miles a day and often swam that much as well. He had a full head of curly black hair only slightly peppered with gray and piercing silver-gray eyes. He was over six foot tall and even in a city as large as Chicago he turned the heads of women from their first blush of sexuality to the last late bloomers he radiated such masculine confidence. They seemed to feel in their bones that he knew how to make them happy.

Martin however was in a holding pattern, alone for so many years he didn't really know how to connect with someone for a real relationship. Fate stepped in with a helping hand, although he thought it a disaster at the time. Theresa, his secretary broke her leg skiing and was replaced by Margaret. 

The new assistant was in her late forties. She was a vibrant full of life Italian. A little overweight, just barely five foot five, with a merry laugh and a view of the world that constantly amazed the man who had seen the worst and didn't always recognize the good.

Soon he found himself anxious to get to work, to tell Margaret of something he had read, or seen, not quite understanding the pull this wonderful humorous woman had on him. It was his birthday and they had been working together for almost six months, when Margaret invited him out to lunch.

They went to a small Italian restaurant where they treated her like family and brought their meal without asking what they wanted. 

Martin started to explain he only ate certain things. It was then that Margaret, pulled loose a piece of garlic bread and fed it to him and then pushed her fingers slightly into his mouth to be licked clean. She followed this by sipping her wine and then leaning over to kiss him Happy Birthday, and he found himself with the wine she had just sipped and her tongue buried deep inside his mouth. 

He gave up as he felt the warmth of her action radiate through his body. He felt his heart beat faster, and his cock twitch as for the first time in ages he opened his eyes and really looked at a woman. 

This voluptuous sexy woman was obviously seducing him and he suddenly realized he was ready to be seduced. He picked up his wine, drank some and kissed her back.

Margaret grinned, and let her hand slide down his body over his trousers and let it lay softly in his lap on top his growing bulge. 

"Should we get lunch to go Martin? My home is only a block away and I have a present for your birthday there."

He nodded and suddenly they were on their way. He felt like a teenager on his way to lose his virginity, it had been so long since he had human sexual contact. He was hot, he was ready, and he wanted it worse than he had wanted anything in a long time.

Looking deeply into Margaret's eyes as they walked to her house door, he was surprised to see a reflection of something like fear in her eyes. "Margaret," he asked, " have I mistook this for something it isn't?"

She reached and pulled his head down to her and pulling him close kissed him almost senseless, as her hands wandered down and caressed his growing bulge with a proprietary air. "I want this, I have since I meet you six months ago. Does that answer your question Martin?"

He could only nod as they stepped into her lovely lakefront home. He could see the water through the sliding doors at the rear of the home from the front door.

"This is beautiful Margaret" he pulled her into the great room to look out at a passing freighter. "Should we slow this down, eat our food and talk you have overwhelmed me with sensations."

She nodded, "If that is what you want Martin." She slipped into the kitchen to put the pasta in the microwave, and open up some wine she had chilling in the fridge. She then as he stood and admired her front yard views, went into the bedroom and changed into something far more seductive than her office attire.

Returning to him with the wine, he was startled to see her now dressed in beautiful wine red silk lingerie loose enough to slip over her womanly curves and tight enough to accentuate them. She had loosened her hair, and the long lovely black curls now cascaded almost to her ass.

He felt his cock growing at the sight of her breasts now unencumbered by any restrictions, nipples hard and rubbing against the silken cloth.

He reached out and his hands curved under them and his thumbs automatically flicked gently across their peaks. Softly sighing from his attention, she carefully set their wine down; she had other plans to occupy her hands.

She unzipped his trousers and reached in to free his growing cock from its trousered prison. Carefully pulling it into the air, she softly said "Your cock is beautiful Martin, as she sunk to her knees and captured it into her wet and oh so ready mouth.

He ran his hands up into her now loose hair pulling her closer, and groaned as her lips sucked him gently in and her tongue bathed him in hot delicious wetness.

"Margaret," his hips followed his words as he pushed in deeper, "Oh Margaret," her hands slid around his body and having loosened his buttons tugged his trousers to the ground. She let him escape her mouth long enough to also rid him of his boxers which were now pooled around his ankles. 

Immediately with that accomplished she again wrapped him in her hot, wet and wanting mouth. She never let her tongue or her hands be idle as she sucked, slurped, and gently bit and teased at all those most sensitive spots. She gloried at the way he engorged to stretch her mouth almost to breaking and grew until he was almost nine inches long. With both her hands around his staff she was thinking how good he would finally feel encased in her wet and waiting treasury of love.

Leaving his head, she wet his entire staff and then gently moving it aside picked up his balls and sucked them one by one into the inferno that was her mouth gently nibbling on them and stretching them out. At the same time her fingers wet from her activities played below them, and around his small tight ass. Finally, she wiggled one small finger into his puckered most secret of holes, and went gently after his prostate. She felt his balls tighten up and the pulsing of his cock and knew he was close and as she pushed gently on his most secure gland he poured his offerings into her waiting mouth. Once, twice and then again, she happily sucked it all down and then gently licked him clean and hard again as he slumped against her windows almost unable to stand.


Finally, she stood up and reached out a hand to him in his bedazzled state. She led him to a large overstuffed sofa near the windows and gently pushed him down onto the seat cushions. That done, she went to the fireplace and turned it on, saying "A fire is always nice don't you think Martin? This had all the advantages. The best part is it's a gas log fireplace all the romance and no mess." 

She retrieved their wine and sat near him handing him his glass. Now it was time to wait and see what happened next plainly now it was his move. He gulped his wine like a man coming in from the desert and then pulled her to him and smiled.

"Was that my birthday present or is there more to come on this surprising day?"

She grinned and stretched like a cat waking up from a nap one that had just eaten her favorite snack. 

"Do you want more and what more do you want?"

He pulled her up, and had her naked before the thought was fully out of her mouth. She found his mouth wrapped around one nipple, his hand the other as he picked her up and walked down her hallway. He gently kicked doors open until he found the room he desired.

Depositing her on her bed, he pushed her legs open and his mouth found her wet and waiting center and his tongue pushed deeply inside her to her gasps of lustful pleasure.

"I want this for a start my dear, and may I say you're delicious."

As he ravished her pleasure center, his hands were again playing a lustful tune on her breasts and nipples pulling and stretching them and flicking their nubs into hard pebbles of passion. She was awash in sensations.

He brought her to the brink of her pleasure and denied her several times before finally allowing her to crest into the orgasm she so desired. He smiled as he heard her call out his name in the middle of her ecstasy. The day was young and it had been awhile but she had a lot more surprises in store for her on this day of seduction.

He pushed her over onto her belly and then starting at the nape of her neck licked, sucked and bit down her spine and across her deliciously rounded ass cheeks leaving little bit marks in his wake. Finally, he pulled them apart and licked out at her sweet, dark brown most private area, she tried to pull away but he held her close as his tongue invaded her interior and then he followed it with his finger. He then pushed her up on her hands and knees, and for the first time slid his cock between her legs rubbing it up and down teasing at her rampart clit. She begged, pleaded, twisted and turned trying to get him deep inside her as he laughed and taunted her.

"Margaret, what is the problem, aren't you enjoying this?'

She could only say "yes, and plead with him to take her." She was perched on the edge of a massive orgasm and all it would take to push her over was him sliding deep into her ready and waiting passage.

"Is this what you want my dear?" He laughed as he rammed deep and hard into her, stretching her wonderfully and cascading her into her pleasure again.

"Oh god, Martin oh yes, please don't stop moving." He couldn't have stopped if he had wanted to and he didn't want to stop. She was working on his cock with her muscles as her pleasure washed over her, and it was difficult to stay his orgasm. He was inside a hot, wet, willing voluptuous woman for the first time in over a year and loving every moment. He had almost forgotten the pleasures of this act.

He threw back his head and hissed " yes," as he filled her with his juices for the second time today. He shivered all over in the aftermath of a pleasure he had almost forgotten, and then turning her to her side, they lay together panting, covered with sweat in the aftermath of great sex.

They must have dozed for awhile because except for the firelight that reflected in the mirror in the hallway when they awoke her house was dark. Margaret giggled and said "Let me, I know where the switches are, besides I'm at an age where I want to clean up before you see me."

He pulled her back into bed, and reached for the end table he remembered seeing and turned on the bedside light. 

Kissing her eyes and then gently her swollen mouth he smiled at her and said, "Your the most gorgeous, sensual woman I have seen in a long while, he took her hand and placed it on his hardening cock. "Besides you started this, now what are you going to do with this problem I have?"

She pushed him back and climbed over him straddling him before she reached to push him inside her moaning in pleasure as she expanded to meet his girth.

"Oh God, Martin you're so big and you feel so good." He placed his hands on her hips and picking her up dropped her down hard on him. He loved the feel of his cock knocking against her cervix and the guttural cry she gave him told him it was pleasurable to her as well. 

"Now hold on for the ride my splendid cowgirl." He moved her repeatedly up and down his staff as his fingers played his own special tune on her clit and around her delicate and receptive ass. 

He knew having come so often this pace and his deepness would bring him to a climax quickly, he could already feel his balls starting to tighten. He was ready to change positions when he felt Margaret start to jerk and cry out and her muscles grab him as she wetted his cock from the inside with her orgasmic flow. He grinned, "Your one hot woman Margaret" and he pulled her down to him to bite and worry her nipples as he thrust deep and allowed himself to come.

This time, they got up after a quick breath and headed for the shower. Laughing as the water warmed when their stomachs growled they realized they never had eaten lunch.

Lunch was just as good warmed up for dinner, and soon they were sated on food, wine and conversation. Martin threw the sofa throw and the pillows on the floor and pulled her down with him in front of the fireplace. With the lights out the lakes reflection cascaded across the windows and it was like a private world all their own.

He arranged her to his liking and then said "Now for desert. You do like desert right. She nodded and he produced a tube of lubrication he had found in the bathroom. "I couldn't help wondering what a nice girl like you was doing with wicked stuff like this. Anal Ease, my oh my" she blushed and stuttered "A friend left it, I've never used it." He grinned, "until tonight anyway, it is my birthday you know."

"I know," she smiled and turned on her belly pushing a cushion underneath. "I trust you Martin, and she reached back and opened herself to his view. He leaned over and kissed her biting her ass hard enough to draw a yelp of pain and then kissing it better until she was purring. He wet his finger and gently worked it around her tight sweet entrance until it relaxed enough to allow him to enter. He heard her breath grow ragged, and could feel the sheen of sweat coating her body. He added another finger well coated with ointment. She reached and he could see her playing with her clit and grinned. He found her passion to be delightful. The women from his past had been more the lay there and let him work variety. He found it wonderful to be with a woman who was willing to do her part, and so he added another finger. She was pushing back and groaning with lust and her juices were dripping from her pussy. This woman was made to be ass fucked. 

Soon he had her coming from his finger exercises. She was at the peak of her pleasure, when he greased up his cock and pushed gently but consistently against her wonderfully tight and unbearably hot anal ring. Slowly but surely it relaxed and let him inside. He whispered "Relax and push back against me dearest one."

She did as asked, and he slid inside. He was hot, she was tight and he was afraid he would lose his control with his entry. He started to name all the reindeer one by one. When that didn't do it, he began to wonder what better names he might have come up with if he were Santa Claus. He wandered in those thoughts attempting to gain control of himself until she shoved hard against him and pleaded with him to fuck her now.

Being a gentleman, he obliged and together they rode the crest of their passion to that space in the stars reserved for lovers who willingly take the time and energy to make their passion count. Time stood still and for just a little while all was right with the world.

He pulled her to her side and they relaxed into the afterglow with him still buried deep inside her, when he attempted to withdraw she whimpered and asked him to stay. Soon he was hard enough to move again, he knew this would be it so slowly and carefully and gently they made long passionate love. He made sure his hands were busy everywhere he could reach as she crested on passions waves repeatedly. Finally, he joined her in one final earth shattering mutual climax.

Later over coffee, in front of the fire she smiled and told him how much their time together had meant to her. "I have often heard of sex, that made stars glisten, and bells and whistles go off, but until today I thought it was pure bunk, thank you, my dear Martin for showing me the possibilities.

It was very early in the morning before Martin called a cab to take him to his apartment. He told Margaret to take the morning off and he would see her about one that afternoon. Yawning from where she cuddled naked in her bed she nodded sleepily and agreed.

"Martin," she managed to ask? "If this is just a one time thing, I understand and want you to k now it was wonderful." 

He returned to the bed and taking one of her well rounded breasts in his hand bent and bit very deliberately hard enough to leave small droplets of blood around where his mouth had bitten. He lapped the blood up and kissed it better, and said

"So the wolf marks what is his and if you look when you shower you will see its mate on your delectable ass."

She was still laughing as he went out the front door.

Finished Dec 20, 2002

Copyrighted no reproduction without author approval

The Wolf



Tara. Raegan had said that the woman's name was Tara. It echoed in Jamie's head, Rae's gentle voice bouncing off the barren walls of her mind and through the deep, empty canyon of her heart. The first month of the new year was drawing to a close and Jamie still felt the sting of Rae's rejection on New Year's Eve.

She tried to remind herself that she had been the one that had left Rae in the first place. The company had flashed a promotion and a significant raise and she had leapt at the opportunity. She would be overseeing seven stores, including two brand new ones that would be built and opened under her supervision. Then her Nashville boss had told her that the stores were located in northern Ohio. She had rushed to the two story townhouse that she had shared with Raegan since they had moved to Nashville, only to find her lover of seven years respond with unenthused silence.

When Rae had finally spoken, her answer had been simple but nonnegotiable. "Capitol Records and country music are in Nashville."

They had made the decision together. Raegan had been unwilling to leave Nashville, but she had refused to allow Jamie to give up the opportunity. Jamie had left for Ohio in August and had not seen Raegan since. She hadn't wanted to acknowledge how easily the two of them had drifted apart once they no longer lived in the same city. 

She'd even met someone else fairly quickly. She spent Thanksgiving with the manager of one of the stores. She had enjoyed the meal with the older woman and had gone out with her on several occasions. By Christmas, though, Jamie had realized that the woman was nothing like Rae. Then she had called Rae on New Year's Eve, hoping for an invitation to come home. Instead, she had called just in time to hear Rae's new lover announce she was moving to Nashville. Jamie had hung up the phone and refused to answer it for a week. 

She had gotten smashed on New Year's Eve and ended up in bed with a woman who's name she could no longer recall. They had not exchanged phone numbers and Jamie was grateful that she had not seen the woman again. She hadn't been interested in dating since she had recovered from her hangover.

A letter from Raegan had been in her mail box today. Jamie had cursed her hands when they trembled as she opened the thin envelope. The letter had been simple but filled with Raegan's quiet form of passion. She had told the story of how she had found Tara. "It wasn't expected, dear Jamie," Raegan's careful script had said. "After seven wonderful, precious years with you, I didn't think I would ever love anyone else. I don't blame you, but you gave me the impression you were moving on, so I decided to move as well. Tara's husband recently died, and we have found something with each other that neither of us knew we were missing."

Jamie tried to be angry at Rae's words. How dare she imply that their life together had been missing something? She didn't want to acknowledge that the decision to live apart was evidence that something had indeed been missing. Rae had attached a picture of a happy family. Tara had a little boy and was expecting another child. Had Raegan ever looked at her the way she was looking at Tara in the picture, Jamie would have never even considered moving.

She loved Raegan. One day, she would let herself be happy for Raegan, though that day was not now. She sat the bar and stared in the amber liquid of her glass, trying to find happiness for her former lover and dear friend. Above the bar, the Super Bowl played on the television. She glanced at the game occasionally, but couldn't get very excited about it. The Titans had slipped out of the running and she didn't really care about any of the other teams, even Tennessee's favorite football son in Indianapolis. The crowd around her cheered as one of the teams rushed toward the end zone of the field. Her eyes focused on the screen until the play was over, and then returned to her solemn examination of the beer.

She wasn't exactly sure why she had come to the bar. She didn't drink very often and had never been interested in the bar scene. She had met Rae in a college class, not at a bar or a party. She'd barely been eighteen at the time, so her previous encounters had been with friends. She'd never needed the bar scene to meet someone. 

She glanced around at the patrons of the pub. The crowd was mixed with males and females. The men were posturing for the women, allowing the football game and the booze to flood their testosterone level. There weren't many girls in the room that would return her interest. As she turned her attention back to her drink, she caught sight of the woman sitting next to her. The woman was not watching the game, either. The woman's eyes were focused on Jamie.

Jamie started when she made the eye contact. Her face flushed and she jerked away. The woman laughed, a deep, husky sound, and Jamie looked again. The woman's smile was warm and welcoming. She glanced at the television, then back to Jamie. "Exciting game, isn't it? Which team is your team?"

"Nashville," Jamie answered with a slight growl of frustration. 

The woman threw her head back and laughed out loud, her thick black hair flowing behind her. She signaled the bartender for a refill of her martini, watching the game for a moment. "I like the Bronco's myself, though they haven't been worth anything since John Elway retired. How about a game of pool? It's a little quieter over there." The woman picked up her martini and walked away without giving Jamie a chance to decline.

Jamie remained on her stool for a moment, watching as the woman walked away. She was not dressed for a night of drinking and football. She wore a black skirt, a fitted jacket, and heels. The woman walked with confidence. Jamie found a smile on her lips, something she hadn't experienced in some time. She picked up her mug and followed.

The woman had already racked the balls for a game of nine ball. She blew across the tip of the cue stick, a blue chalk dust cloud billowing toward Jamie. Jamie's eyes did not focus on the chalked end of the cue stick, but on the red puckered lips causing the chalk to fly. Unconsciously, Jamie wet her own lips, making them glisten even in the dim bulb hovering over the center of the pool table. 

Jamie took a breath and turned to select her own cue, lingering over her choice as she attempted to regain her composure. Her face felt flushed and her breathing irregular. No one had ever had ever had this effect on her, not even Raegan.

She exhaled slowly before turning back to the pool table, but automatically felt her breath catch. The woman was bent over the table in front of her, stroking the cue between her fingers and concentrating on her shot. The skirt clung to her round bottom. Her legs, long and muscular, extended beneath the hem of the skirt. Jamie's eyes took a leisurely stroll down those legs until they landed on the heels. Without shooting, the woman stood, propping the cue against the side of the table. Her long fingers went to the buttons of the jacket, slipping them through the eyes. She removed the jacket and laid it to the side. She wore a white silk blouse. The first button of the blouse was just below her bust line. The collar was open and Jamie saw a glimpse of supple, pale, round flesh.

Beads of sweat formed on Jamie's forehead. The woman turned and Jamie dropped her eyes quickly. She was embarrassed to be caught looking, but there was something else about the woman that made Jamie feel it was wrong to meet her eyes. Nervously, she took the chalk and prepared her cue, then bent to check her own stick on the table, lining up a shot with the cue ball for the break. The woman walked behind Jamie, slapping her hand against the round rump enclosed in blue jeans. "You break," the woman said in a deep, husky voice, whispering in Jamie's ear.

Jamie flinched at the touch, surprised by the woman's forwardness and also by the rush of warmth she felt in the front seat of her jeans. She took a long time with her shot, constantly aware of the woman standing just a few feet away. Jamie swallowed with difficulty, focusing on the cue ball and the number one in front of her. She pulled back, feeling the smooth wood slide between her fingers, then the contact with the white ball. She heard the sound of the cue hitting the front ball and saw the nine numbered balls scatter. She sank the number three.

"Nice," the woman responded as Jamie moved to line up a shot on the one ball. Jamie wasn't certain if the woman was talking about the shot or the view. She bit her lip as she cocked her cue. The one ball sank into the corner pocket. "I should start cheating," the woman commented, propping her chin on her hands and her hand on her cue stick. 

Jamie grinned at the woman, lining up her next shot. As she pulled her arm back, the woman spoke. "You've got a great ass."

The woman's compliment threw Jamie's concentration. Her cue slipped and the ball rolled listlessly away from any acceptable target. The woman smiled as she took a step toward the table. She lined up her shot and easily sank the two ball. Her dark eyes flashed to Jamie for a moment and on the next shot, she sank the four and five. She chalked her cue again as she contemplated the line on the six ball. Jamie was again mesmerized as the woman's lips again blew the excess dust from the tip. She was having trouble breathing and her throat was dry. She swallowed with difficulty and took a sip of her beer. Standing across the table as the woman leaned forward for her shot, Jamie licked the rim of the glass with the tip of her tongue.

The woman missed her shot and Jamie sat her beer down. Jamie sank the six and seven immediately, not giving the woman an opportunity to distract her. Near the television screens, a roar rose as another team scored a touchdown. Jamie lined up the eight, aware of the woman's legs in her peripheral vision. The eight bounced on the bumper and stopped rolling a fraction of an inch from the hole.

"Thank you," the woman muttered huskily. She tapped the eight ball into the pocket and looked at Jamie. "Looks like I win," she said, as she circled the table for the best shot on the nine ball. Jamie's eyes followed the woman's movements, their eyes locked. "We could make this interesting."

It already is, Jamie thought, but she said, "How could we do that?"

"If I miss this shot, I'll take you to dinner tomorrow night."

"And if you hit it?" Jamie prompted, delighted with the prospect of dinner with the woman. 

The woman took a step forward, closing the distance between them. "You take me back to your place tonight." 

Jamie's heart did a slight gallop at the prospect. She took a step backwards, moving away from the woman. She wasn't necessarily uncomfortable with the prospect. The woman had an inquisitive look on her face, waiting for an answer from the smaller, younger girl. Jamie dropped her eyes.

The woman again closed the distance, lifting Jamie's eyes with a touch of her fingers under the chin. "Did I misread you?"

"No," Jamie answered on a whispered rush of air. She glanced at the pool table, unnerved by the woman's intense stare. "That's an easy shot. I think you have an unfair advantage."

"Of course I do. I never make a bet I don't know that I will win." She turned, lined up the shot, and pushed her cue stick forward. The stick made a blue mark on the white ball as it rolled toward the yellow nine. Jamie watched the progress, the world moving in slow motion. The sound of the cue ball hitting against the target echoed loudly, drowning out the sound of the rowdy celebrators in the front of the bar. The yellow ball went into motion, rolling across the green felt. Jamie's eyes followed the number, watching it turn 9...6...9...6...9...6...9. She wet her lips, wishing she could look away but unable to even close her eyes. Part of her prayed the ball would slow and pause on the lip of the pocket, just as her earlier hit had done. The other part of her wanted to will the ball into the hole.

She realized she was holding her breath as it glided across the table. She forced the wind from her lungs. She knew time had not really stopped, but she thought that the motion of the sphere would never cease. The pocket seemed to yawn open the closer the ball got to the edge. There was no way that the ball could miss the opening, even though it seemed to be losing momentum. It slowed more as it rolled toward the pocket, the spindle winding down. 

Jamie felt her heart pounding in her ears. She was aware of every molecule of her body. She could feel her blood pumping through her arteries and veins. She could smell the woman next to her and feel her presence as she, too, watched the ball in the same anticipation, though the woman was not torn. Jamie was certain that the woman knew what the woman wanted. If she had not known, she would not have made the bet.

The gaping pocket and the rolling ball met.

- * -

Her fingers trembled as she slipped the key into the lock. She was very aware of the woman standing behind her, waiting to be welcomed into her apartment. It took her three tries to slip the key into the eye. She heard the click and took a deep breath as she opened the door. Compared to the townhouse she had shared with Raegan in Nashville, the apartment was sparse and tiny. Because she was moving, Raegan had bought out Jamie's share of the townhouse and all their belongings. She had arrived in Ohio with nothing more than her clothing and a small box of personal odds and ends. She had bought furniture but few decorations. 

Jamie opened the door and walked into the cozy front room. The apartment was the open front room where she had a couch and television and a kitchen table. A narrow bar separated the front room from the kitchen itself. Her bedroom and a small bathroom were located to one side. The woman followed Jamie into the room. Like in the pool hall, every one of Jamie's senses was aware of the presence of the stranger. Jamie turned to tell the woman to have a seat, but the woman was already perched on the couch. "Would you like a drink?"

"That would be delightful. Whatever you are having will be fine."

Jamie nodded, unsure what else to say, and hurried into the kitchen. The woman rose from the couch and walked to the small table that had pictures sitting on it. When Jamie returned with two glasses of soda, the woman handed Jamie one of the photographs. "Who is this?"

"Raegan," Jamie answered, "my girlfriend." 

"Oh?" the woman mused, raising her eyebrows quizzically. She turned the picture back to examine it thoughtfully. "She doesn't seem your type."

"You don't know me well enough to make that statement," Jamie hissed. The woman again cut her eyes in question at Jamie. "What is my type?"

"Me," the woman answered, sitting the picture back to the table and turning to take the glass that Jamie offered. "If you were mine, you would never be drinking in a bar alone. Where is she?"

"Nashville," Jamie sighed, running her finger over Raegan's face before going to sit on the sofa. She tucked her one leg beneath her. She wasn't sure of her footing, so she didn't feel it was necessary to announce that Raegan had found a new family. 

"That would never do," the woman proclaimed, sitting down next to Jamie. She crossed her long legs, her steady gaze causing goose bumps to form on Jamie's flesh. She felt her nipples tighten. "But if you have a girlfriend, why did you allow me to come back to your apartment?"

Jamie dropped her eyes, wanting to hide the truth. "You won the bet," she answered.

"I wouldn't have held you to it."

"I know," Jamie responded, surprised by her answer. The woman sat her glass on the coffee table, then took Jamie's and set it aside as well. She trailed her fingers through Jamie's long, light brown hair, brushing tendrils off of her cheek. Jamie turned her face into the caress, hungry for the tender touch. How long had it been since she had known the warm and loving touch of another woman?

Too long, she thought. So long that she was falling easy prey to the charms of this enchanting stranger. She pulled away, a flush in her cheeks but a smile on her lips. The woman's smile was seductive and warm. She moistened her lips, taking Jamie's hand and playing with her fingers. Jamie wore a simple band on her left hand. Raegan had a matching ring, though Jamie suspected that Raegan had recently stopped wearing her ring. Jamie supposed it was time that she removed her symbol of their love as well. 

"I like a shy, cautious girl. Almost as much as I like a girl who can play pool," the woman muttered, again touching Jamie's cheek with the back of her fingers. This time, Jamie did not pull away as the tips of the woman's fingers danced over her cheek bones, eyelids, and lips. Jamie parted her lips as the woman's manicured nail traced the outline. The pad of her index finger touched the inside of Jamie's lips. Jamie closed her lips around the finger, suckling instinctively. 

"Good girl," the woman whispered huskily. She pulled her wet finger from Jamie's lips and traced the vein in the slender neck. Her finger made a small, wet circle around Jamie's neck, then dipped lower to trace along the scooped neckline of Jamie's shirt. She said nothing to change the electric atmosphere as she leaned forward and touched her lips to Jamie's. Jamie closed her eyes, lifting her hand to touch the woman's cheek as she tilted her head. 

Their lips pressed securely to each other for a moment, moving in firm, warm nibbles. The woman slipped her tongue along Jamie's lips and Jamie immediately opened for her. Their tongues rubbed against one another, scrubbing and tasting and teasing. Jamie moaned low in her throat, leaning into the woman. The woman strengthened her seduction, lifting her hand to cup Jamie's breast as their tongues continue to duel. She lifted Jamie's breast, rubbing her thumb rapidly back and forth over the lengthening nipple.

Jamie pressed into the touch, dropping her hand to the woman's smooth, muscular thigh. Her hand slid up and down over the flesh, her fingertips dipping beneath the hem of the skirt. Her hand moved to the inside of the woman's thigh and slipped farther upward, surprised when her fingers touched a smooth, damp mound.

Jamie started to pull her hand away, embarrassed to have been so forward and made such a contact. The woman reached down and gripped Jamie's arm, holding her in place. "Don't be so hasty," the woman said. "Explore."

Jamie slid her hand back to the smooth mound, dragging her fingertips over it. The woman leaned back, opening herself as Jamie's fingertips danced along the slit. She whispered soft words of encouragement as Jamie's finger tips pushed deeper. She found the woman's clitoris, surprised to find the bud extended. Her finger circled around it, teasing it lightly, encouraged more by the woman's moans and sighs than her words. 

They resumed their kiss as Jamie's fingers moved up and down on the swollen nub. Jamie quickened her pace as the kiss deepened. The woman's tongue thrust and parried in time with Jamie's fingers. Her hips rocked in gentle rhythm, using Jamie's fingers to her own will. 

The woman's legs snapped shut, keeping Jamie prisoner, as her body shuddered in pleasure. She groaned into Jamie's mouth, her body racked with spasms of delight. 

The woman pulled away from Jamie, removing the girl's hand. She put Jamie's finger in her mouth and sucked it clean before finishing her soda. "Thank you," she said, rising from the couch. Jamie was so dazed by the experience that she could not respond. The woman left without saying anything more. Once the door had clicked into place, Jamie's shoulders slumped as she struggled for breath.

She slouched on the sofa for a few minutes, her face in her hands. She had never done anything like that before. She and Raegan had certainly had a satisfying sex life, but it had never been adventurous. She had never invited a stranger into her home, and certainly never had sex with them. 




The Wolf



Worse, her body throbbed with a need the stranger had aroused. She had not missed sex until tonight, and now she thought that she would explode without it. She wanted to be angry because the woman had left her unsatisfied, but more than a desire to relieve the sexual tension inside her body, she had the desire to be with the stranger again.

- * -

For the fourth night in a row, Jamie found herself in the bar where she had spent the night of the Super Bowl playing pool and being bewitched by a sexy stranger. She had come back every night in hopes of the woman being there again. So far she had been disappointed and she was beginning to give up hope of ever seeing the mysterious woman again.

She finished her beer and pushed her money across to the bartender, waving at him and giving him a sad smile. He had not known the woman that Jamie described. She was almost certain that she had imagined the whole encounter. 

Jamie spun on the bar stool, gathering her purse and jacket and not paying attention to the surrounding patrons. As she stood, she almost collided with a body standing nearby. "Hello, Nashville," the woman said in that familiar, husky voice. The corners of her mouth turned up in a seductive smile. "I believe I owe you dinner."

"You won the bet," Jamie managed to say, surprised that her thoughts were clear enough to form a complete sentence.

"Yes, but you would have invited me back to your apartment even if you had lost," she replied in her confident voice. Her eyes swept over Jamie. "Do you ever wear anything besides blue jeans?"

"I dress up for work and dates. I don't dress up to drink."

"Why are you drinking?" the woman demanded. 

The woman's tone was so commanding that she felt she had no choice but to answer. "I'm a long way from Nashville."

"And your girlfriend," the woman finished for Jamie. She took Jamie's hand and ran her thumb over the pale indentation where the band had been. Jamie pulled her hand free, looking away from the woman's piercing green eyes. "Now, what would you like for supper?" she asked, helping Jamie into her coat and offering her arm.

Jamie hesitated only a moment before slipping her hand into the crook of the woman's arm. She slid her palm from the woman's inner elbow down to her hand until they were palm to palm. The woman squeezed her fingers around Jamie's hand, leaving the bar and guiding Jamie to her black Trans Am. The woman helped Jamie into the passenger's seat, bending to slip the seat belt into place, her body stretched across Jamie's as she secured the latch. "Did you make yourself cum?" she whispered into Jamie's ear.

Jamie tried not to gasp but could not control herself. A blush crept into her cheeks. She moistened her lips, her mouth suddenly dry. This woman seemed to constantly have that affect on her. "No," she answered, her voice very soft. 

"No what?" the woman demanded.

Jamie's lowered her eyes humbly. "No, Ma'am."

The woman grinned. "Good girl," she said as she stood and shut the door. 

"Ma'am?" Jamie said to herself as the woman walked around the car. 

The woman slipped behind the wheel of her car and cranked it, peeling out of the parking lot without asking Jamie again what she wanted to eat. Jamie sat silently in the passenger's seat, staring at her hands clasped in her lap. Her mind whirled over the circumstances surrounding their unusual relationship. The woman seemed to sense Jamie's need for silent contemplation, so she pushed no conversation.

She took them to a small Japanese bistro and ordered them both sushi rolls. Jamie poked at the rice and seaweed with little interest in the food. She had never been an adventurous eater and had never tried sushi. The woman showed her the proper way to eat it using chopsticks. The woman was full of questions for Jamie. She wanted to know about Jamie's work and her childhood and her relationship with Raegan. Jamie surprised herself by being open with the stranger. She held nothing back. She told about her first homosexual encounter, coming out to her friends and family, and meeting Raegan. She expressed the frustrations she had felt since leaving Nashville.

The woman listened attentively. She folded her fingers together under her chin, her dark eyes focused on Jamie's face as the girl rambled. She focused on Jamie so intently that she made the small woman feel like she was the only person in the room. For a few brief hours, she was the only person in the world. 

The woman did not volunteer any information about herself and Jamie did not ask. Even though her mind boiled with questions for the stranger, she could not muster the courage to ask what she wanted to know. She knew the answers to her questions did not matter. The woman made her feel so special that she didn't care about the details. 

The light meal passed too quickly for Jamie's pleasure. She didn't want to leave the intoxicating presence of the lady. She was captivated by the woman's dark eyes and full lips. Her black hair flowed down her back and curled against her face. As they left, she placed her hand at the small of Jamie's back, guiding the smaller woman toward the automobile. She had held hands with Raegan all the time, but this touch was different. It wasn't necessarily an affectionate touch, but the firm pressure was reassuring.

The woman did not ask Jamie if she wanted to go home as she started the car. She started driving and did not steer toward the bar where they had met or Jamie's apartment. Jamie's heart thudded powerfully in her chest. She felt it drumming in her ears. She didn't hear the radio playing soft, mellow music and would not have heard the woman if she had said anything. She watched the street lights zip by as the woman kicked the car into high gear, zooming over the roads away from the city. 

It didn't occur to Jamie to be afraid. She had no right to trust the woman, but she did. She didn't question where they were going. She felt perfectly safe, though she was not at ease. Her hand trembled as she pressed her fingertips to her lips, staring out the window and trying to calm herself.

"Why are you nervous?" the woman asked, her voice penetrating the fog of Jamie's mind. Jamie snapped her head around, her eyes widening. She had been trying not to show her nervousness. The woman had worked to keep her relaxed throughout the night and Jamie did not want the woman to think that she was ungrateful. She dropped her hand from her mouth and linked her fingers in front of her. "Have I done anything to make you uncomfortable?"

"No!" Jamie said quickly. "No. Not at all."

The woman's hand reached across the console and touched Jamie's leg. She felt the heat from the stranger's palm and a gentle friction rising as the hand stroked up and down her thigh. Jamie leaned her head against the back of the seat, closing her eyes. She exhaled slowly, concentrating on the caress. The frustration of the last month melted away as the city faded into suburbia. All her tension and hurt was erased by the steady motion. By the time the woman turned the car into a cul de sac and steered the sleek vehicle into the garage of a two story modular home nearly identical to the ones on the right and on the left, the music had joined the touch in working its magic on Jamie. She was very relaxed, even though she was still unsure of herself and her surroundings. The woman got out of the car, but Jamie's limbs were weighted. She could not make herself reach for the handle on the door. The woman patiently walked around the car and opened the door. She did not extend her hand to help Jamie out of the car. Instead, she squatted next to Jamie so they were eye-to-eye.

She didn't speak immediately, giving Jamie a bit of mental space. When she finally did, her voice was gentle and firm at the same time. "I'll take you home if that is what you want." Jamie looked away, opening her mouth and closing it. She bowed her head, trying to form her thoughts into words. The woman did not give her an extended opportunity. "I am very comfortable with who I am and am confident in what I want out of a relationship. The road you will go down with me offers no room for doubts. If you tell me to take you home, I will, but that will be the end. You won't be invited back."

"You don't give me much of a choice," Jamie replied.

"I give you a huge choice. I want you to know the consequences of your decision. You must understand that every action has a consequence. Consequences are not always bad." She trailed her finger over Jamie's cheek. "Sometimes, consequences can be very good and very sweet."

She finished her caress of Jamie's face, and then extended her hand palm up to the smaller woman. Jamie hesitated only a moment before laying her fingers in the woman's palm. A smile touched the woman's face as Jamie swung her legs about and allowed the woman to help her out of the car. As Jamie stood, the woman bent and kissed the corner of the small girl's lips. She smiled warmly, shutting the door without releasing Jamie's hand, and led her into the house. 

The woman's house was warm and spacious for a woman who lived alone. The garage opened to a bright, airy kitchen. Even thought it was late, when the fluorescent light flickered on, the room felt welcome. Jamie closed her eyes. She could imagine breakfast and coffee and the morning paper in the room. She could picture them in a ballet while preparing an evening meal. Jamie jumped when the woman shut the door, her breath catching and her heart skipping a beat.

She didn't move as the woman's heels clicked against the linoleum. Hands landed on her shoulders, sliding downward lightly. "You are very beautiful," she whispered in Jamie's ear. She gripped Jamie's coat in her hands and helped the girl remove it. She laid it across the back of one of the chairs in the small nook, and then guided Jamie toward the living room. She motioned toward the couch and Jamie sat down, tucking one of her legs beneath her. The woman rummaged in the kitchen for a few minutes before joining Jamie. She handed Jamie a glass of wine as she sat down next to the trembling woman. She put her arm on the back of the sofa behind Jamie, her intense eyes never leaving her guest. 

Jamie nervously sipped her wine, only consuming a few swallows. Her hand trembled as she tried to drink it, hoping it would relax her. The glass chattered on her teeth and she sat it on a nearby table. As she did, a bit of it spilled. "Oh, damn," she muttered, trying catch the liquid before it spilled on the floor. 

The woman quickly found a napkin and mopped up the spill. When she returned, Jamie was sitting on the edge of the couch, her hands gripped between her knees and her head bowed. The woman stopped at the doorway between the kitchen and the living room. Jamie lifted her head slowly. "I'm sorry," she mumbled.

"For what?" the woman asked. 

"For spilling my drink," Jamie answered with a note of puzzlement in her voice.

"Accidents happen," the woman stated. "You'll just need to be more careful from now on. However, I would like to know how swearing helped to solve the problem." Surprise flashed over Jamie's face. Her mouth moved wordlessly. She didn't know how to answer. The woman nodded once in satisfaction. "I won't abide with swearing in my house or in my presence. It is a sign of ignorance. It is a habit you should work to remove." She paused a moment, making certain that her words registered with Jamie. "Now, for what are you sorry?"

"I'm sorry for my language," Jamie whispered into the floor.

"I didn't hear you."

Jamie took a deep breath and lifted her head. "I am sorry for my language, Ma'am." 

The woman smiled and returned to the sofa, sliding onto the cushion next to Jamie. She slid her hand over Jamie's shoulders, combing lightly against Jamie's hair with her fingertips. "Relax," she whispered into Jamie's ear. The breath of her voice was followed by a kiss. Her tongue traced the shell of Jamie's ear. Lips nibbled along Jamie's jaw line. Goose bumps raced through Jamie's body. She felt her nipples harden instantly. She blushed and hoped that the woman did not notice her reaction to the simple touch. 

It was more than the touch. Jamie knew that. The woman's carriage and charisma had Jamie spellbound. Her eyes had the same effect as her touch. They gave her chills, turned her on, quieted her fears, and relaxed her at the same time. While her lips nibbled, her fingers traced Jamie's face, the touch as light as a feather. Jamie pushed into the touch, but the pressure remained the same.

The woman pulled back and Jamie's lips followed, not wanting to lose the sensation. The woman stayed out of reach. She sat back, crossing her long legs, her intense eyes regarding Jamie quietly. Jamie settled on her knees on the sofa, facing the woman. Her hands rested on her thighs and she had her head bowed, her eyes lifted slightly to study the woman. She didn't know what the next step would be, but was relieved by the satisfied smile that turned the corners of the woman's lips. She leaned forward again; her lips parted for a kiss, but the woman lifted her hand and stopped Jamie. "Undress for me."

Jamie sat back, chewing on her lower lip and thinking about the simple command. It had been a command. There was no doubt that the simple direction was not a request but an order. An electric shot of pleasure flashed through Jamie. Her nipples throbbed and she didn't care that the woman could clearly see her response. She lifted her hands to her blouse and slowly undid the buttons, her eyes focused partly on the woman and partly on her task. She opened the shirt and allowed it to slip down her shoulders. She reached behind her back to unhook her bra. She expected her hands to be trembling so badly that she wouldn't be able to free the hooks, but she found herself surprisingly steady. The cups fell away from her breasts

Jamie allowed her eyes to move to the woman's face, wanting to see her reaction and hoping to see a look of approval. Her breasts were not large, but they weren't buds either. She wore a C cup most of the time. Raegan had enjoyed her breasts, but Rae had frequently joked that she was a breast woman. They were pale and firm, a nice offset to the darker flesh of her stomach. During the summer, she always wore a bikini, and though the fan had faded, she maintained some color all year long. Her nipples were nearly brown, the areolas the size of quarters. Her nipples were erect now, protruding from her flesh.

The woman's expression did not change. She showed neither approval nor disproval. "Finish," she said.

Jamie rose from the couch, leaving her bra and shirt in a puddle on the cushions. She unbuttoned her jeans and slowly lowered the jeans, allowing the panels to separate into a "V" that reveal light blue panties. She slid her hands down her sides, over her hips, and pushed the jeans down her thighs. She bent at the waist as she pushed them down, allowing her breasts to fall forward and sway slightly as she stepped out of the denim. Her hair fell into her eyes and she couldn't see the woman's reaction, but she hoped that the stranger who had captured her was wearing a look of enjoyment.

She stood, drawing her hand up her strong calf and smooth thigh as she did. She moved her palm to the front of her thigh and over her still covered mound. She could feel the moist heat pouring off her pussy, even through the cotton of her high cut briefs. She dragged her hand to her stomach, lifting her eyes to the woman. Her expression still had not changed, but Jamie thought she looked satisfied. 

Jamie moved her hands to her back, sliding her fingers beneath the waist band of the panties. Her hands moved around and her fingertips brushed the stiff curls of her mound before she pushed them down her legs. As she stood, she suddenly felt self-conscious. What was she doing standing in the home of this woman that she did not know, completely naked and calling the woman ma'am?

The throbbing between her legs as the woman's gaze swept over her gave Jamie the answer she needed. The woman rose from the couch, walking to where Jamie stood with her head bowed and her arms dangling limply at her side. The woman walked around Jamie. She slapped her palm against the firm, bare ass hard enough to make Jamie's flesh tingle. She finished the rotation in front of Jamie, her eyes sweeping down to linger on the full bush. "You need to shave," she announced, returning to the sofa. "Make yourself cum."

Jamie blinked in shock, uncertain she had heard the words correctly. The woman sat down, picking up her glass of wine and watching Jamie over the rim. "What?" Jamie whispered.

"Make yourself cum for me. I want to see you cum."

Silence hung in the room, the woman waiting for Jamie to proceed and Jamie trying to gather her thoughts. She was frozen in time, her heart thudding against her rib cage and her breasts rising and falling. The woman raised her eyebrows expectantly. 

Jamie moved her hands over her breasts, rolling her nipples with her palms, before proceeding down to her thick mound. She moved her fingers along the slit of her pussy, feeling it slick with her excitement. She parted her legs a little and bent her knees to open herself. Her fingers moved deeper, dancing over her clit. She closed her eyes, biting her lower lip as her head fell forward.

"Lift your head. Show me your face."

Jamie grunted, throwing her head back. Her face was lifted toward the ceiling as her fingers quickened. She bent deeper, moaning as two fingers slipped into her hole and started pumping in and out. Her thumb massaged her clit as her fingers thrust, sliding wetly in and out of her soaked recesses. As she moved faster, she forgot momentarily about the woman, groaning louder. Her pussy muscles were tightening and relaxing around her fingers and her clit was growing larger and larger. Her stomach was quivering and tightening as well.

It flooded her suddenly. She cried out and fell forward as her fingers drove deep. Her pussy squeezed around her fingers. She caught herself on her other hand and rode the wave of pleasure. She panted as she recovered, putting both hands on the floor now. She was on her hands and knees in the center of the room, breathless, her head hung down and her hair over her face, tendrils brushing the floor.

She heard the woman rise and walk toward her again. She lifted her head, her hair plastering to her face as she watched the woman move. The woman slapped against Jamie's ass again, then put her hand under Jamie's chin and made a lifting motion. Jamie stayed in the floor, but rose till she was only on her knees and her back was straight. She was looking up into the woman's face. There was a hint of a smile on her lips and that pleased Jamie.

Jamie breathed harder, a moment of fear and uncertainty flashing through her. For just a few breaths, Jamie did not know what the woman was going to do. She lifted the front of her skirt, revealing her bare mound, keeping Jamie's chin framed in her fingers, biting into Jamie's flesh. Then the woman took a step forward and all that filled Jamie's vision was pale, smooth skin and pink swollen lips. The woman's hips thrust, touching her mound to Jamie's lips in silent authority.

Jamie obeyed, sliding her tongue between the fat lips and tasting the salty flavor of the woman's arousal. She had a musky scent that had lingered in Jamie's apartment for two days. Jamie's tongue danced in the slit, circling the woman's clitoris before thrusting into the woman's hole. She made her tongue firm and fat and thrust rapidly, curling against the walls of the woman's vagina as she pushed in and out, her face buried in the warmth.

The woman started grinding against Jamie, sighing and moaning in pleasure. She was riding Jamie's face and tongue. Jamie worked her tongue faster, pumping the deep tunnel and flicking against the clit. She thought she would suffocate in the folds of the woman's flesh, but she couldn't stop. The woman groaned loudly and thrust hard and fast downward, pulling on Jamie's hair. She stepped away, dropping the skirt into place and leaving the room.




The Wolf



Jamie was struggling for breath, still kneeling in the middle of the floor, not only trying to recover physically but also mentally. The woman came back and knelt in front of Jamie, rubbing a warm washcloth over her face. She washed Jamie's face and hands and thighs and pussy, her lips nibbling on Jamie's jaw and ear and lips. 

Jamie finally gave into the woman's caressing lips, returning the kisses and nuzzling against her face. Tears rolled down her cheeks. The woman caught one. "What's this?"

Jamie opened her mouth to speak, then shook her head to decline to answer. 

"There will be no secrets, my pet. Why are you crying?"

The truth was Jamie didn't know why the tears were flowing. What she did think could not easily be put into words, but the woman seemed intent on waiting for an answer. Her hands continued to caress, now washing Jamie's breasts. "It's just that I feel so good. That was . . ." she paused, trying to find the right word. No words would do the episode justice. She shook her head, her breath rushing out of her lungs. "Unlike anything I have ever experienced before."

"Is that good?" the woman asked. She had the same tone in her voice that she had carried when she had corrected Jamie about swearing.

"Very good."

"What should you say when someone gives you something good?"

Jamie looked into the woman's firm eyes. There was no smile on her face now. "Thank you?" Jamie said in a hushed voice. 

"Thank you, what?"

"Thank you, Ma'am."

"Good girl. Get dressed. I'm going to take you home." 

The woman stood and moved away from Jamie, leaving the room to allow Jamie to put her clothes back on and to gather herself together. The woman was waiting in the kitchen. She kissed Jamie and helped the smaller woman into her coat. They rode most of the way back to Jamie's apartment in silence. When they were nearly there, the woman spoke. "What are you supposed to do?"

Jamie started, surprised by the voice. Her mind raced for a moment before settling on the command that the woman had given. "Shave."

"Shave what?" the woman prompted.

"My pussy."

"I'll pick you up tomorrow at 6:30." She stopped the car in front of the apartment and turned to look at Jamie. Their session was over. She had an expectant look on her face now.

Jamie opened the door and put one leg on the sidewalk, then turned her body halfway toward the woman. She started to speak, but changed her mind, pushing herself upward halfheartedly. "What?" the woman asked.

Jamie settled back into the seat, looking at the woman again. "I don't even know your name."

The woman smiled, the expression warm and assuring. "Elle," she answered. "Elle Wolfe." 



The Wolf



She was hungry, God, she was so damn hungry. She wasn't hungry for food. She needed to be prey – only the Wolf would understand. No one else knew this need – only him.

Many nights in her dreams he came to see her. But today there was no sleep. She didn't expect to see him, dream him. She went about her business of cleaning when she felt the presence behind her. Turning around, she saw his eyes, a perfect grey-blue, search her own. He taught her that wolves always look their prey in the eye before they attack, before they take and feed. 

His head near her ear he gave her a hushed, guttural growl. She wasn't afraid, instead the part inside that needed awoke and spoke to the rest of her. Her blue eyes pierced in to his and she understood. She understood that by him feeding, she will be fed. 

She was against the wall of the staircase. He unbuttoned each of the small blue buttons of her denim dress and he found a beautiful green lace bra elegantly displaying her breasts. Lace boy shorts complimented the ensemble. He removed the bra and the boy shorts quickly – efficiently – keeping the dress on her body. He had no time in his need to feed for elegance. His arms lifted hers over her head. His eyes told her to hold them there. He reached to a sack he carried and took out scarf and tied them to the slats. The dress hung on her and he liked it that way. He looked her over, examining his prey. 

Quickly he spread her legs with his denim-clad leg pushing his thigh high up to the parts of her she found hungry. He was much taller than she was and his head came down to her neck. She felt his scruff short seconds before his lips and teeth. 

He smelled her need. He sensed her power and strength in her need. Biting her neck he loved hearing the gasp. He took her head in his large trained hands, and kissed and bit her pale freckly neck while she purred her pleasure. Moving her face back up he looked deep in her eyes showing her that there was no stopping the feeding. He took her mouth, owned it, possessed it. 

She gave more than he took. Her hunger for him unparalleled, she tasted his mouth, tasted his hunger, tasted her wolf. Her body was on fire – he always raised her temperature to fever pitch. 

H was ravishing her mouth, taking, showing her what he intended. In his passion he bit her bottom lip. Was there blood? She licked to taste it and wasn't sure – didn't care. More – she only thought of more. His thigh kept pressing against her as he took her mouth. His muscled thigh clad in denim rubbing up against her. She was wet, aching, needing. Closer and closer she felt the build. 

He wouldn't make her wait this first time, her pleasure fed him and he was hungry. There would be no stopping her pleasure. Rubbing and turning he moved his knee and thigh. He felt her tensing. He moved down and took first her left nipple in his mouth. God, he loved her nipples, perfect rocks in his mouth. She was purring her pleasure at his mouth. More, she needed more. He needed to push her over, he had to have this. He took her right nipple in her mouth, knowing it was the more sensitive one. Again her body tensed against him. Yes! He thrived on this. This is what fed him. He looked up at her face all squinched in pain pleasure as he bit her nipples, tugging them, sucking them hard. 

Her orgasm lashed out violently against his thigh and before she had a chance to calm, his mouth took her lower lips in and drank from her. Her second orgasm was immediate and she gushed in to his mouth feeding his need as his tongue probed and tasted. 


He let her calm this time before he started again. He first flicked his tongue tasting her essence, then licked up her body paying attention to spots that always seem to be more sensitive immediately after she's shattered. Spots she didn't even know existed. He kissed her again – letting her taste her pleasure. They shared it as he heard the moan of knowing how she tasted.

His jeans, very uncomfortable now, came off quickly. He lifted his t-shirt over his head displaying his chest. He rubbed against her letting her feel how hungry he still was. He took and it fed him, engorged him, lengthened him. Now he needed to take again, more completely. 

She felt how hard he was, knew what he intended and she needed it, too. Her hunger for him never diminished. Each time together fed her addiction and she only needed more, sooner, NOW until she couldn't handle it anymore. 

He put his hands in her wild hair and kissed her again, pushing flesh of the wolf against flesh of the prey. Their hungers fed each other and soon he needed more. He pushed the tip in to her and she moaned in his mouth. This time he pushed deep, deeper, ALL the way deep inside. She gasped. She tensed and came immediately – couldn't stop the intensity. Moaning and gasping her pleasure, purring it like the animal she was. 

He pulled her legs around him and held her body as she was tied to the slats and he pushed in to him. She had gushed all over his cock and his appetite was being quenched by her pleasure. He needed more, hungry wolf that he was. He continued. He fucked her. He took her. He possessed her. There was no mercy in the build inside of him. Her face showed her constant pleasure. Her body his for the taking and he took and owned as he saw fit. Thrusting deep inside her, hearing her joyous scream again he needed completion. He looked in her eyes. Saw all she was, all she felt, all her emotions and right as she came again he thrust deep and hard and filled her. His gasp was more primal, guttural. 

He saw her eyes soften. Undoing the scarf on her hands he lifted her down, carried her to the couch, wrapped her in his arms and silently thanked her for sating him. 

Only the wolf understands her hunger and only the wolf can satisfy it.



The Wolf



Chapter 1

Through the darkness a lonely howl cracks the silence. There's huge pine trees' enveloping you. It seems like the trees are the ones ganging up on you even though it's the howls that are the ones doing that. You turn not knowing where it is coming from but it seems like you are surrounded. You step on a branch and it makes you jump out of your skin. You start to panic and not thinking straight, so you start to run in the direction directly in front of you. Sprinting through, branches tearing at you face, arms, and legs. You wonder, "Is it following me? Where am I going? What am I going to do?" And the rest is a blank. You stop dead in your tracks. You heard a low growl but where is it coming from?? You look behind you and nothing is there. Then you turn the way you were running and there are the clearest green eyes that you have ever seen. The wolf relaxes and slowly advances. You back away afraid of it getting too close because you have watched too many movies and read too many books like this. Staring straight into the wolf's eyes you realize that they are not normal for a wolf but rather human. Now this is getting freaky because you believe in these things but you never thought that you would run across one in your lifetime. 

A week later college started. The school is on the outskirts of a big city. You can say that it's rather secluded; surrounded by a forest that seems to go on forever. There are rumors that travel that a creature lives there, because every time someone goes in you never see them again; it's just like they disappeared. I heard just about all the rumors but I still wanted to come to this school. It just seemed like I was drawn to it. 

My first class was creative writing. I walked in and took a seat toward the middle side. I was nervous. I was watching people come in and there were not that many guys but one seemed to hold my attention. He was taller than I expected. But not tall and lanky; he was built well, built for power and.....grace. He had this mysterious vibe about him that intrigued me even more than the clothes. He wore a pair of jeans that accentuated him in the right way. A button down black shirt accentuated his perfect tawny skin. He wore his hair shoulder length with a slight wave. Black as the night sky but when the light hits it the right way it had a deep indigo tint. He could be a god for all I knew. But his eyes held a darkness that I have never seen before. His eyes were an unnatural color as well. They were the lightest green that I have ever seen (even lighter than mine), they were almost ethereal...they almost looked white if you glanced too fast. 

I watched him walk across the room to come and sit behind me. I started to breath heavy...how did a guy have that effect on me, they never do. 

The teacher started the class with assigning to each table a guy and a girl. I was like oh great. When she came to me she kept me where I sat but pulling the guy that sat behind me to sit next to me. I didn't even hear the teacher say his name. But he obliged her by moving. Now I couldn't breathe.

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Later in the library I heard a voice say, "May I sit?" I look up and it was the guy I saw earlier. "Sure," I said he sets his bag on the table and sits directly across from me. It felt a little weird. I went back to my work but I couldn't seem to concentrate. I look up for different scenery for my eyes and I noticed that he was looking at me. I had this weird feeling that I could place; eyes darting from one side to the other, I relaxed a bit. A while later he speaks up, "Hey I'm Kayne." "Em" I said

"Em...short for Amethyst, right?" he asked or rather stated by the sound of his voice. I looked up rather quickly and our gazes locked. Those eyes seemed very familiar, like I've seen them before...but where? My thoughts kept going back to the wolf in the forest but I quickly squashed that thought. I mean it was another to think and believe that werewolves live among us but totally another story when you might actually have met one in human and werewolf form. "Yes," I reply slightly apprehensively. "Why don't you use your really name," he asked. I dropped my eyes back to my work and said, "It's a long story." Taking the hint, he dropped it. 

"So what are you writing?" he inquires. He seemed to be full of questions. "Wolves that aren't normal." I watched him carefully this time I answered. He seemed to stiffen at my mention of werewolves; the laments terms for what I said. What was with this guy? I got this feeling that I could trust him and he would hold anything that I said as a secret but there was also this feeling that I had that tells to run...but he's so captivating. As he started to gather his things Kayne said, "Well, I better get going...I seem to be distracting you from your work." He got up before I could reply. Every time I looked at him I saw somebody trapped but when I looked at those eyes I got the running feeling. It seemed like those eyes have seen more than anybody here at the school. What did I find??

This just seems all too weird...I have no clue what to think any more. It seems like everything that I knew has been turned upside down and I can't make out anything. Did I really meet a werewolf in human and werewolf form??

Every day I would go to class and I would see Kayne and I really don't have a good feeling when it concerns him. But then again I don't have the best radar when it comes to guys. Every night I lay awake for several hours just reliving the night in the forest and in the library...those eyes seemed to be telling me something but I have no clue what and I was getting tired of losing sleep over this and I just couldn't seem to let it go. 

Sitting in the library, my head in my left hand; I kept drifting in and out of consciousness. Why me right now???? "You don't look so good..." I look up a little too quickly and my head started to spin...great. I focused my eyes and saw that it was Kayne sitting at the table...the feeling acme back. "I have not been sleeping well lately," I reply. He nods, "Personally I think that the professors under rate sleep but it's a big part of our whole being...sleep is one of the essentials in life...that's the way I look at it." I nod in return pondering the thought, "I don't mean to change the subject but why are you the only one who is talking to me?" He stars at me like I just asked a stupid question, great. "I find you interesting," he replied. I stiffen a little. "How so?" I asked him back, determined to get some answers about this guy. Of course he does not answer and goes back to work. A typical guy thing. I was peeved!! I do a mental sigh and go back to work. 

Several hours later, after I finished two subjects, he finally spoke, "I find you interesting because of what you write and believe. Your personality...I have not come across a person like you in a very long time. 

"What way?" I arch my eye brow.

"The way that you can see things in a different light...and you are not afraid to go after something that you are passionate about."

Wow there was something underneath all that mysteriousness. I wonder...NO!!!!!! What am I thinking!! I can't develop feelings for this guy I hardly know and based on words that could just be fake. Well, anyway I was tongue tied and I didn't know how to respond to that. But it's also weird that he pegged me so well, has he been following me or something, I so hope not.

"Well it seems you have pegged me pretty well," I said picking up my papers from the pile that it somehow turned into. 

"How so?"

"From only seeing and talking to me a couple of times, you knew that.....do you like observing people?---I don't mean that in a bad way."

"I guess you could say that. People have ways of intriguing me with their everyday life and plus it's good for my characters."

"Really..." I say looking at him. "Any good?"

"I like to think so but my teachers don't like the non-linear path I have taken," he remarks.

"Really, because I seem to have the same problem. I work with the other worldly things and they just can't seem to grasp it, meaning the subject matter. When I show them what I want to, they tell me to do something totally different and they don't linger long enough for them to listen and to help me portray anything."

He nods in response.

We both go back to work on our pile of homework that just seems to get bigger.

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Sitting in my dorm doing homework, I kept getting distracted by my stupid thoughts.

"Ugh, this is crazy," I said to myself.

Put my homework down and start to pace. My mind just kept going back Kayne and the wolf's eyes. 

"There's definitely something wrong with me..." again I said to myself...I do that a lot...unfortunately.

The fact that he is the only guy or person for that fact that's talking to me does not help my situation. Why is everybody staying away from me and he's not. 

My thoughts were then interrupted when the door sounded its horrible sound. I walk over, open the door to find Kayne standing in my door way.

"What are you doing here," I asked.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go for a walk with me. You seemed to be working hard earlier...so I thought you needed a breather..."

"Sure...let me just grab my jacket..." I leave the door opened and turn to find my jacket that seemed to have traveled to my room where it should not be. I come back and Kayne is now standing inside waiting. "Let's go."

We walked on the edge of the forest that seemed to be brighter somehow. But even in the light it still looked evil. Kayne seemed to be a nice guy but then again I really don't know him. I know I shouldn't be warming up to this guy but I can't seem not to.

"So how do you like it here?" he asked.

"The surroundings are beautiful and the school gives off that old type. The classes are great because I finally get to take classes I am interested in. But the thing that's totally bothering me is that you are the only person who is talking to me—I don't mean that in a bad way...," I confessed.

"Really I expected you would be talking to a whole bunch of people."

"Yeah well I really don't go up to people and start a conversation. I normally wait until someone comes up to me. But that has not happened since I got here except for you...why have you been talking to me?"

"I thought I answered that question?"

"Yeah well I'm just completely paranoid. I mean only one person out of the whole entire school talks to me and it happens to be a guy... (I looked up at him making sure he was not offended) that never happens to me."

He brings those piercing green eyes to mine and says, "I would have never guessed," he finally smiles.

I return his smile, while turning away I asked, "So why are you here?"

"I just seemed to be attracted to this place...it's the type of place I always wanted to go for college and the fact that you can meet some of the strangest people----"

"----So you think I'm strange!!"

"OH NO!!!! That's not what I meant. But rather you meet different people that can make life interesting and bearable to go through."

"What does that mean?"

"I never knew my parents. They dropped me in an old run down orphanage and ever since then I had to make my own way. Throughout my life I had little or no friends. I have spent my entire life looking for a place that would almost feel like home and here I am."

After that he said nothing so I didn't press.

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Again a knock came from my door. With a pounding head ach I stumbled to my door. I lift myself on my tip toes; my hands flush with the door and looked through the peep hole. Again it was Kayne. I get back on solid ground before I open the door.

"Hey what's wrong....?" I asked.

He didn't respond but I could tell that something was going on because he had his things with him.

"Come in," I said ushering him in.

"I was wondering if I could stay with you because some how they kicked me out."

"Yeah...so they kicked you out of your dorm...why!"

"I have no clue, when I went to ask them they wouldn't give me a straight answer."

"Why is it so dark in here?"

"Oh! Sorry..." I moved to turn on the lights. "I'm not feeling well so I turned the lights down." I stumble from the light a little and he rushes forward and steadies me. I move away from him back to my chair and asked, "Can I ask you something?"

He nods.

"Out of everybody that goes to this school, you are the only one who has come up to talk to me, why is that?"

"I told you I like your mindset. All the others here are stiff when it comes to thinking...but you, you know and see the beauty that lies beneath."

"For a guy you are definitely different."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"It really depends."

He looks at me, walks over to the light switch and turns off the lights. What's with this guy he always seemed to be thinking of me.......

He gracefully moves over to the couch and lies himself down. It seemed like he hadn't been able to lie down peacefully for a while. He seemed to be travelling in and out of consciousness. He was so fascinating that I couldn't take my eyes off of him. Even now he seemed to be vulnerable but he carried himself with power that comes from years of being alive. 

"Enjoying the view..." he said while a smile played in the corner of his mouth.

"Um....sorry....I was...um," I couldn't think or speak for that fact.

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Weeks later...Kayne was still living with me and I barely noticed that he was there but one thing that always got me thinking was the fact that he was gone practically every night...night owl apparently. Finally I confronted him.

"For the past weeks you have never slept here, where have you been?"

I saw him flinch ever so slightly but it was gone a second later. Yeah, there was something seriously wrong with him.

"I'm trusting you with a very important secret, one that I have kept from everyone my entire life. (I move to my chair and sit) I'm not normal by any normal circumstances...."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I know I appear to be human but I am far from it. You may think I'm a night owl, well that's true but that's beside the point.......I'm out in the night because I love the night and the moon....."

"Wait considering the paranormal that's going on...I knew it your eyes are the same eyes that I saw the first night that I was here...you're the wolf or rather werewolf."

He nods, with his head hanging low as if he just said something bad. Well he did be3cause werewolves aren't supposed to tell a human their identity unless that person was their mate.

"So why are you trusting me?"

"Because the more I got to know you the more I liked and like you. Even without knowing me you never ran and you were being a friend to me when I was lost. Without knowing that I'm a werewolf you see me for me.

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As I walked through the school, I hardly saw Kayne. I started to get afraid but what I should be afraid of I mean he's a werewolf so he's perfectly capable to take care of himself. 

"Ugh," I said but it was rather loud because people were turning to look at me...great.

Meanwhile in writing class a couple of people came up to me to talk to me about Kayne. All they told me was to stay away from him because they thought he was dangerous but I know the real him. So I got up and moved to a different table and finished my work.

I was so completely engrossed that I didn't notice a chair being pulled out beside me. I only noticed when my paper was being pulled out from my pen.

"Hey!" I said. I looked up and it was Kayne. Oh thank god things seem to be ok.

"Hey you're finally back and can I have my paper back," I said with y hand outstretched.

He gives it back without a word. Looks like I'm going to have to do the talking.

"So...why did you leave?"

"Sorry but the people here are very unexcepting. I had to go and lay low for a while (I open my mouth to ask another question but he spoke up before I could) and yes I kept up with my school stuff."

Wow how did he know or am I that predictable...wait no one answer that.

"You're taking the news well..." he stated.

"Yeah, I like you and I don't want to lose you. You're the only one that understands me and well let's face it talks to me."

"I guess we are in the same boat..."

"I guess we are" I returned.

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Over the next few days people were talking and staring. Great now I'm the center of attention again...

"Actually (I jump from him coming up behind me in the hallway) they are staring at me."

"Great," I said.

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Back at my dorm I walked into a library of books scattered everywhere. He seemed so engrossed.

"So...What's going on?" I asked.

He didn't respond but what else was new. But it seemed like he didn't even know that I was in the room...huh. I decide to go and drop my things off in my room, relax and try again later. I sat there thinking and writing. Sometimes not the best thing to be doing. But the good thing that came out of that was that I finished all my homework. 

Later I walked out to the living quarters and Kayne was still there in the same spot and position. Walking by next to him and I sit down. Poking him I said,

"Hey."

He looks up to see that I was there.

"What time is it?" he asked.

"Um...seven...thirty...why?"

"Oh man, I spent most of the day sitting here reading these old books about the school's history."

"Why?"

"Because a hundred years ago there was a famous hunt, well famous for the area and the school at least, but I wanted to read about it from their perspective and see what they did so maybe I could gather an idea of what we should do on our end."

"Wow, that's extensive...(I take in a breath because I just realized something) Oh wait were you in the previous hunt?"

"Yes, my father that took me in was killed in the raid of our home. We knew that the hunt was coming but it took us by surprise that dark and rainy night and I don't intend to have that happen again. The thing is that we have been in the same spot for a century and they are probably counting on it...so I don't know if I could get them to move for their safety."

A long pause permeated the room before he spoke again.

"Maybe you could listen to people around you and see what they could be planning..."

"I could but I highly doubt that they are going to talk if I'm even a 100 yards away but I could try."

He looked relieved and that made my heart flutter. I was falling for this werewolf.

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Over the next few weeks people were talking, mostly about the Hunt. 

"Hey--" Kayne grabs my arm to get my attention. "I told my family about you and you will come with us and we will keep you safe and by the way have you heard anything?"

"They were saying something about a horn being sounded...maybe to sound the start of the Hunt but I can't be for sure."

"Thanks," Kayne said right before he walked off in the other direction.

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After a while they stopped all talk about the Hunt.

Both sides were planning and preparing for a full out war that would most likely have casualties on both sides. All this thinking was making my head hurt, again. 

English dragged on as if time stood still. Once the bell rung high and mighty, I literally grabbed my things and ran to my room. I burst through the door, Kayne jumps ready to defend himself...as usual. 

Through breathless gasps I managed to say, "Sorry, you weren't in English and considering what's going to happen I thought something went wrong."

He gave me this look that sent shivers down my spine. He cocked his head like a dog would...I just had to shudder. There's just too many similarities between the human Kayne and the wolf Kayne, but he quickly righted himself.




The Wolf



"I thought I should lay low for a while because all this started when I began this year. Have you found anything else out?"

"No. They stopped talking all about it. I have a very bad feeling that its coming sooner than you might have thought."

"I'm so sorry for dragging you into this....." he said very softly I barely heard him myself.

"You didn't dragged me into this--"

"Yes I did when I became friends with you."

"And I don't regret any of it." I said firmly.

I decided I would leave him alone to ponder things. So I went to my room to start on my work load. College is so bad with the workload. There's just so much. But as I was trying to work, all my mind could do is go back to Kayne and what he must be going through. I mean I care about him and I wish that this was not happening to him and his clan. But I also think that I'm falling for him....

I moved from my bed to open my door to find Kayne sitting in the same position and spot. Sigh. I close my door and move to window. The clouds were gathering to the north, in the direction of his clan. I drop my head against the cold glass of the window, my hands on the sill. All of a sudden I heard a noise that sent frozen chills over my entire body. I look around to find a crowd of people gathering. The horn was sounded...all hell broke loose.



Chapter 2

Kayne storms in, grabs me by the arm and (almost) literally drags me to the door. Slowly he opens the door, cautiously sticks his head out...nobody there. He moved fast down the opposite way. The way that we were going was a dead end. But apparently behind one the door was a secret stairwell. 

"How did you know about this?" I asked.

"Before I came here I checked all the possible ways of getting in and out...just in case I needed a quick way of getting out."

We came to the end of the stairs. Opening the door he darts for the forest with me in hand. 

At the mouth of the forest, there were five wolves waiting. They looked up at Kayne and he changed a second later. I never seen him in his wolf form and I have to say that I was amazed. He was bigger than the rest and the only black. 

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The horn kept howling through the night. Kayne turns back to me and with in a flash of pure white light the human Kayne was standing in front of me in all his glory, it didn't even seem to faze him. Those piercing green eyes were on me, making me shiver. 

"I want you to go with them-they won't harm you...they know how much you mean to me. I will join you once I bring the rest over."

All I could do was nod in response. He runs off to my left turning into a wolf as he ran. He was magnificent.

The horn blew again bringing me back to the situation. I look back at the other wolves and somehow I knew that they wanted me to follow them. I started to move forward. They surrounded me; one on either side of me, one in front and two in back. We seemed to be walking for what seemed to be forever. Walking through the damp under growth and branches that wanted to tear at my body. 

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The horn blew again but as it broke the silence, it seemed to be farther away. I had to look back. That just made me even more scare because I knew there was someone behind me but I didn't see anything...plus it didn't help that all I could see was darkness.

The next thing in knew we came into a little clearing with an alcove on the other side. They ushered me in to the darkness...don't they know that I can't see in the dark. Right when I thought that a fire around a corner was ignited. 

Being curious I walked over. Again there was an unclothed man in front of me. 

He extends his hand and said, "Sit."

I had to obey, I just seemed to be compelled to.

After a long silence that I couldn't keep I spoke, "Where are the others?"

"They are at the mouth of the alcove taking refuge in the shadows without being seen."

"Why did Kayne take me away?"

"You do not know, I thought it would have been plain."

It was my time to cock my head.

--sigh—"Humans...(I should take offense to that but hey what was I going to do) he is protecting you from the dangers of this repeated war. He has gravitated towards you because you are the first human that has excepted our world...he likes you and you should know what that means...am I right?"

I whisper, "He's looking for a mate...and....I'm...." Even though I couldn't say it I knew what he meant, I was to be Kayne's mate.

He nods.

"So why have you not run by now?"

"Because I'm fascinated. (he looked at me weird) I wasn't into this world up until 4 or 5 years ago. One of my best friends introduced me to the supernatural world and I fell in love with it, like I did for the fantasy world. I have always loved things like this because you can let you mind wander and make up your own ideas.....it's a world that I always wanted to live in."

"Wow...maybe I could spend more time with humans."

"I really wouldn't say that because not all are like me."

"Yeah well that's what makes the world go round."

"Hey by the way I didn't get your name."

"Its Lucian and I'm Kayne's younger brother."

I look up confused.

"Well technically he's not my brother but he was 'adopted' into this clan by my father and of course the oldest gets to rule, so to speak. He does not consider us family because he's been so lost. He doesn't really know who he is and when he found you...well I guess the pieces started to fit."

A short pause.

"Before he met you, he was going down the dark path. You are preventing him from embracing it...you are making him feel whole for the first time in his life."



Chapter 3

A few hours later another wolf came crashing in. 

Heavily breathing he said, "It's.....Kayne..."

Lucian quickly stands up and bellows, "Take us to him!!"

I felt like I couldn't breathe; almost as if our life forces were connected.

Everybody started to run but Lucian stayed in human form to help me along. Being so dark I ran into Lucian because I was behind. I gasped. Seeing Kayne so helpless cut me to the core. Several of them move forward, pick him up gently and move him to the cave. 

Lucian turns to me and said, "He's badly wounded—it's not silver—but he was wounded by a gun. You can come back with us if you want."

I nodded my head because I was afraid of the school now that this happened. 

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I walk into the cave not noticing that they were staring at me. I round the corner and there he was. He was massive. Pure muscle, power and sex dripped form every pore. I was afraid to move closer but I was compelled to. 

A bright light engulfs the room and in place of the black wolf was a man. I took the blanket from his feet and draped it over him. Pulling back, I sat there listening to him breathe. He looked at peace but I knew that there was no peace.

I sat there for a good portion of the night before all the ideas finally spun themselves too fast, making my head hurt. I laid my head down and fell soundly in to a deep sleep. 

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My hand moved over velvet. Opening my eyes slowly I found myself back in my dorm. I sat up so quickly that the remnants of my headache brought me back to reality. I gasped and ran to my phone, typing in Kayne's number. I got no response. 

"What day is it?" I asked myself. Looking back at my phone, it said Sunday. I think I'm seriously losing my mind. I walked out into my living corridors and fell on the couch. I felt so weak. Again I fell asleep.

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A pounding awakens me with a sudden jolt. I blink, gathering my surroundings. I slowly, while stumbling, got up to open the door. Not caring, at this point, of what was on the other side; I opened it, bearing all to me. When the door was fully opened, someone rushed at me. Tensing, I felt strong arms engulf my entire being. By the smell of him, I knew it was Kayne. I immediately relaxed in his gentle embrace, my hands gliding up to embrace him as well.

"Oh thank god you are ok.... I was so worried when I woke and you weren't there. They told me that they brought you back to your dorm....I ran here as fast as I could," he whispered against my ear.

I couldn't think of anything to say. He totally took my breath away from the pure enchantment of this guy...wolf named Kayne. Plus his breath gliding over my ear sent shivers up and down my spine. I could not focus on anything except for the fire that started to ignite. 

We stood there in each other's embrace for eternity before he bent low, put his hands under my knees and back and lifted me off the floor. I felt so safe in his arms that I never wanted to leave. Closing the door with his foot he made his way to my room. Moving inside the room he gently lowers me onto the bed; never breaking our locked gaze. He lowering himself onto me and slid his body to my side; cradling me against his perfectly toned body. I could feel his breathe against my neck giving me shivers. No other guy has ever done this to me before. Sliding me closer, I could feel his bulge against my hip. 

Lightly his hand moves up and down my arm, sending even more shivers down my spine. All I could do was watch that simple movement. This guy was made for power and yet his touch was like a feather. I pulled my gaze away from his hand. I looked up at him, I could tell that he was watching me intently, taking everything in. He moved so close that that his lips grazed mine. Again I shivered. He held me closer caressing my back, his manhood pressed against my core. I wanted him more than anything in the world and the fact that he was torturing me made it very hard to stay sane. I moved my lips closer to his as an invitation. He started out slow but with each passing second his kiss deepened. All the passion in one single kiss; it ignited a fire in the both of us.

His hand moves to my side while in one fluid motion he gently pushes me to my back where his hand goes up and caresses my breast. I moan against his mouth. His hand moves down my body at a slow rate but then stops when he came to the bottom of my shirt. While his tongue was working its magic, his hand slid under my shirt to cup my breast through my bra. 

Kayne knew his way around a woman's body. He lifts his lips away from mine to stare into my eyes. I could see the passion that showed through his eyes like a stain glass window in Notre Dame. "You sure you want to do this?" he asked.

I looked up at him with wonderment. "I don't want to hurt you in any way.....I love you," he continues. 

I raise my hand to his mouth and lay them on his lips. "I wouldn't have it any other way......I do admit that your world does scare me...... (I see him turn his face, eyes turning dark) but what would life be like if we were never together, I could not imagine it. I have witness firsthand the ability for werewolves to care and even love...it's more than any human that I have encountered......"

He looks back at me, "You don't care about any of it, how life could become unbearable?"

"No. I want to be with you. You have showed me a world that I have always wanted to see and now I don't want to go back.....ever."

He smiles. That always seems to break me. He had such a horrid life and to be touched by something so pure scares him. I would never abandon him no matter if it means my life. For a guy to love like he does with a pas like his is amazing. He had shown me what it would feel like to be loved the right way, as if I'm the only one. 

He went back to pleasuring my mouth. Who knew you could be on edge from a kiss. My hands slid down his back to where his shirt met his jeans. Sliding them underneath his shirt, I shivered at the contact. I wanted to feel more. Never breaking the kiss, he pulled the piece of cotton over his head in one fluid motion; it drifted to the floor. His skin was perfect.....he was perfect. 

The kiss became more wanting and.....possessive. I wrapped my fingers through the dark strands of his hair. He moved from my lips, leaving a trail of kisses when he reached my breast. I threw my head back in pure lust, holding his head to my breast. 

He lifts his head and scorches me with a piercing stare. "I want to be inside you."

He returns to kissing my stomach. I looked down and noticed that I lost my shirt, not realizing it and at some point he lost his jeans. 

I flinch from the touch of his manhood stroking my core. He held me tight against his hard body, whispering in my ear, "Don't worry; I will make the pain pleasurable." He saw the fear in my eyes and said, "I've got you." He enters slowly at first but before I knew it he plunged in all the way. I screamed out in pain, Kayne holding me steady. He didn't move while he kissed away a tear. My nails still dug into his back but he didn't flinch from it. He was so hard and thick inside me. I never felt anything like that before. 

Slowly he started to move in and out letting me get a feel for his powerful thrusts. I was sitting on edge and he was torturing me. Moving faster he heightened my ecstasy. I came with the force of a lightening blot hitting the ground, crying his name. 

Kayne held me tight to his body as he moved out from inside me to my side. 

"Shhh," he said, his breath brushing against my ear. 

I rested my head against his chest, relaxing in the comfort and warmth that he provided. I quickly fell asleep in his embrace. 

He gave and took nothing. Pleasuring me and taking nothing for himself. What kind of man would do that......one that truly loved me. He was my mate and I was to be his. 



The Wolf



Here I was living another new life. I was up in the hills overlooking a beautiful snow filled valley far from any touch of civilization. This was my third winter since I disappeared.

I'd better explain a bit. My name is John Martin (this time). My name has changed so many times that I almost forgot what my mother named me when I was born. 

I was the usual clueless spouse. My wife of 15 years had been in love with another man, Louie Amico, for longer than we had been married. She had married me to provide the things Louie couldn't, like a home, steady income, and a cover so she could continue to see him.

He was already married to the local crime boss's daughter. The father didn't care if my wife's lover got "some on the side", but Louie could never hurt his daughter. 

I found out about the affair when my daughters were injured in an auto accident. The hospital called me, informed me of the accident. They asked if I could donate one of my organs to help save my younger daughter's life.

After the hospital tested me, they informed me that I couldn't donate. There was no tissue match. I wasn't related to my daughter. 

My other daughter was also injured in the accident and was not well enough to stand the stress of donation so we needed to contact my wife. 

They tried to reach my wife who was out of town at a two week long conference. They found out that there was no conference, no hotel reservations, and her cell phone was turned off.

My daughter Kim died that weekend. 

We were not able to find a donor fast enough.

I had the necessary DNA tests done on my other daughter while she was in the hospital, and as I expected, she was not my child either.

I shared this information with "my" daughter, Angie. She realized that her mother had lied to her for her entire life, and by doing so had caused her sister's death. She asked me to make sure that her mother never saw her again. 

She also asked if she could live with me.

Let me back up a bit and tell you about my job.

When I was in the Army, they discovered I had a knack for analyzing data. So I was assigned to the Intelligence section of that branch of service. That was where my real abilities came to the surface. And with those abilities came a visit from the CIA. They offered me a contract job at mega bucks, with the requirement that I not tell anyone what I did.

Well I'd be a fool to pass the offer up, and I became a "spook".

They set it up that I was working for a front company and trained me how to hack into computers. I took to it like a duck to water.

So here I was, 10 years later, one of the best in my field.

My "loving" wife had no idea what I did for a living. All she knew was that I worked in an office and joint checking account never went dry.

I called my CIA boss and explained about the accident, the DNA test results, "my" daughter's subsequent death, and that I needed to disappear or I'd kill my wife when she got home.

I never realized how fast the CIA could work. Three days later my living daughter and I were on a private "Company" jet heading west toward a new life. 

My old life was over. The bank accounts, credit cards, 401k just disappeared. There was never an indication my daughter and I ever existed.

One night the home I had lived in and raised my family in also burnt to the ground. These guys eliminated everything. To bad my cheating wife wasn't home when it burnt. 

I can just imagine the expression on my wife's face when she came home. Her cell phone wouldn't work, no one was at the airport to pick her up, and when she finally arrived home, all she found was what was left of the basement.

She was left with exactly what she entered our marriage with, nothing.

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My daughter and I were given new identities (John and Julie Martin) and were settled on a ranch in Montana. The house was almost 3000 sq. ft. on 350 acres of some of the most beautiful land I had ever seen. 

The house was set up for me to continue my work for the CIA. They kept up the maintenance on it so I could continue with my work. 

My cover said I was a writer and needed the peace and quiet to write my novels. My cover also said I was very successful and had money to burn. 

My daughter enrolled at a state college and loved it. I missed her company, but my work kept me busy.

Remember I said I was a very good computer hacker? Well somehow all the financial records for Louie's father, the crime boss, started printing out on all the printers in the FBI's Organized Crime Division. The FBI now knew where to look and went right to work. 

One month later all crime organization's assets were seized, a bunch of people were arrested, and a divorce was started. That's right, a divorce between the son and his wife. It seems that she got a report of all her husband's little affairs over the years along with all is financial records. She even got all the hidden and off shore account numbers too. Her attorney had a field day.

Louie's body was later found in a ditch. My wife was never seen again. I always wondered if she got away in time before the mob found her and killed her. 

My daughter never knew what happened to her mother, and she never asked. Her hatred for her mother ran that deep.

My second winter on the ranch was a bear. I was snowed in for weeks at a time. One night I had the outside spotlights on to watch it snow when I noticed a movement at the edge of the light and started to watch it to see what it was. I was nervous that somehow somebody with revenge on their mind had found me.

Well you can imagine my surprise when it turned out to be a very large Timber Wolf. This guy must have weighed at least 150 lbs, and stood 48" tall at the shoulders. He was big! 

But he looked as if he was in trouble. 

As I watched I realized that he was in bad need of food. The hard winter was taking its toll on him.

Yesterday I had dragged a "road killed" deer up to my barn to see if there was any meat I might salvage. I made a hasty decision to share the deer with him. 

He looked as if he needed it more that I did.

I wasn't exactly stupid. I first turned every outside light that was controlled from the house on. Next I grabbed one of my rifles, and my .50 cal Desert Eagle pistol. I didn't want to be part of the wolf's next meal.

I dragged the dead deer out from the barn and put it where I had last seen the wolf. I then went back into the house, turned off the lights and went to bed. 

The next morning the deer was gone.

A couple of weeks later he was back. This time he wasn't pacing back and forth, but just sitting there watching my house.

I had another deer in the meat locker that wasn't very tasty. It was old and tough.

I thought, "What the hell." 

I armed myself and went out to the meat locker and grabbed the venison. 

When I came out of the meat locker, there he was just sitting about 20 feet from me, watching.

With one hand on my gun, I relocked the meat locker and started dragging the deer away from the house.

He walked with me out to the spot I had left the road kill. He never got closer than about 20 ft to me and always kept the carcass between us. He wasn't aggressive toward me, nor did he appear afraid of me. 

It was more like two old friends talking a walk together. 

After I dropped the deer, I started backing away, when he just barked at something behind me. I spun my head and found myself eyeball to eyeball with another wolf. The newcomer was standing dead still looking at the other wolf. 

My "friend" started making "wolf" noises toward the newcomer. The newcomer suddenly backed away and circled to the large wolf's side. As I watched I realized that the newcomer was a female and probably the mate of my alpha male.

I did what any brave human would do when confronted by two wolves; I got the hell out of there!

As I was backing up, I noticed that they didn't start eating, but working as a team, dragged the deer into the woods. 

I emailed my daughter, at school, later that day and explained about the wolf. I told her to call me before coming home so I could make sure the wolves were gone before she arrived.

The wolf visited me a couple of more times that winter. While never really friendly, we reached an understanding. I let him have some meat when he visited and he left me alone. 

When he was sitting outside my meat locker, he wanted a hand out. He left me alone the rest of the time.

In all fairness to him, he never came looking for handouts except when the weather was really bad and he couldn't hunt. 

And he never asked for more than he could carry.

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I was out walking one afternoon, just enjoying the spring air and all the wonders that happened every spring, when I saw my friendly wolf, just watching me.

I was a long way from the house, but I still had my Desert Eagle with me. He sort of "greeted" me in wolf talk. 

Not aggressively, but almost friendly. 

Then he looked at me and started walking away. When I didn't follow, he came back and did the same ritual. 

After he did this a few times, the light went on; he wanted me to follow him. 

So off we went, him leading and me following.

About 10 minutes into the woods we stopped at a small clearing, and there was his mate feeding his young. There were two wolf pups with their mother. My alpha male walked over to her and nuzzled and licked her. 

It was as if he were showing me his family. 

I slowly sat on the ground and just watched. So this is what I was feeding all last winter. I was glad I helped them survive.

Soon the pups were done nursing and started exploring their surroundings. One of them noticed me and wanted to explore what I was. 

I remembered the old saying, "Never get between a mother and her offspring." 

Let's just say I was more than a little nervous. I figured if I lived through this, I'd still need to change my underwear when I got home.

Then the strangest thing happened. The alpha male came over to me, just lay down and put his head on my leg. The pup walked right over, climbed up on my leg, and went to sleep. 

After a few minutes, I started scratching the pup's head very softly. His dad watched every move I made, but never interfered.

An hour later the pup awoke and walked back to his mother, but his dad just stayed with me. My Alpha male put his head back down on my legs and closed his eyes. 

He trusted me. I was both honored and scared shitless.

For the rest of the summer, I visited the little family and they visited me. I had new friends.

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It was my third year here when a really nasty January blizzard snowed us in. It started one afternoon and kept snowing for the next week. There was at least 4 feet on snow on the ground, and everything was shut down. The wind had made drifts on the road of over 8 feet high. 

My house is completely self sufficient. I have generators for electric, in ground oil tanks, propane tanks, satellite phones, and at least a month's food. So I wasn't worried about the storm.

I was watching the storm out one of my windows. There's something about the fury of Mother Nature that just fascinated me.

Then there was my "friend" the alpha male and he was upset. He was banging on my front door. He never came within 50 feet of the house before. 

He would walk out of the woods every once in a while. It always appeared as if he was checking on me from time to time. But this time it was different. 

He acted as if he needed me in a hurry.

I went to my front door to open it to see if I could figure out what was bothering him. When I opened the door, he just walked in and pushed the door closed. You must realize that he had never come into my house. He was just too nervous around the house. 

The first thing he did was start carrying my coat, hat, and gloves to me, all the time he was barking at me as if to say hurry. So I quickly dressed and opened the door. 

I took my gun, just in case.

We both went outside.

He led me to the barn and just sat there expecting me to open the door. When I did he grabbed my arm in his mouth and led me to my snowmobiles. He led me to the one machine that had the trailer attached. When I tried to unhitch the trailer, he wouldn't let me. 

While I was starting up the snowmobile, he pulled a couple of horse blankets to the trailer and put them in. I sat there and just watched in amazement. 

He then ran out in the yard and started his "follow me" dance. 

Something was very important to him. So I followed him.

He led me across the fields toward the highway. He picked a path that was always big enough for the snowmobile and trailer. He knew exactly where he was going and wanted to make sure I got there too.

Suddenly I saw where he was headed. There were two dark spots in the snow ahead. They looked like bodies.

He ran right up to them and started barking and pulling at them.

I pulled the snowmobile trailer up next to them. They were a couple of women. They were still alive, but just barely.

I picked up the larger one and put her in the trailer. The other one was a smaller version, I assumed a daughter. I looked around and saw no sign of transportation to explain how they got here.

The wolf climbed in the trailer with the women and wrapped his body around them as if trying to keep them warm.

I climbed on the snowmobile and headed for home as fast as I could safely go. When we reached my front porch, I jumped off and open the front door.

I went straight to the gas fireplace and lit it, and placed some of the couch pillows on the floor in front of it to put the women on.

I brought both the women in and placed them in front of the fire. The wolf pulled my wall hung bear skin rug off the wall and dragged it over to me while I was pealing the frozen clothing off the girls. 

After I got them wrapped in a couple of blankets and the rug, the wolf curled up next to them, both as their source of warmth and as their protector. 

I had never seen him act this way before.

I grabbed my satellite phone and called my CIA contact. I explained the situation and asked for help. He responded that someone would be there in 30 minutes.

True to his word, a large military helicopter landed in my yard 30 minutes later. 

There were some very large guys knocking at my door. I opened the door and grabbed the first one in a huge bear hug and whispered in his ear, "Don't make any fast moves."

He thought I was nuts until he saw the wolf. I explained that this was the only way I could show the wolf that he was a friend. 

You should have seen the look on his face when the wolf stuck his nose in the man's rear and sniffed. But to his credit, he didn't flinch.

I completed the same routine for the other three guys with him.

Once the wolf was satisfied, he let the medics near the girls. The wolf was very nervous and the examinations went very slowly. It was determined that the women need to be in the hospital.

The girls were loaded on the helicopter and off to a military hospital they were flown.

The wolf watched them leave and then left me standing in the snow and cold. He appeared to be going back to his den.

A few days later, some guys from another branch of the CIA paid me a visit. They explained the women were indeed mother and daughter. It seemed that the husband/father was a mob guy. He was caught trying to steal from his boss. He was killed in front of his wife and daughter. The wife and daughter were driven into the wilds and left to freeze to death. I was told that the girls were lucky I found them.

I didn't explain to them about the wolf.

It seemed that the government wanted them to stay with me until it could be determined if they were needed to provide court testimony. After that, they would be provided new id's and put in Witness Protection.

A couple of days later my peace and quiet was again disturbed by a military helicopter. The two women and all their new belongings were soon set up in two of my spare bedrooms.

After they got settled in, I called for a "conference" in my living room. After introductions, they started asking me questions. The daughter, Amanda (Mandy) was your typical outspoken teenager. She asked all the questions and demanded all answers. 

Her mother (Maria) was quiet and shy. She did not initiate any conversation. She only responded when I directly asked her a question. She looked like a "deer in the headlights" before the car struck.

Mandy asked all about their rescue. It seems there were rumors around the hospital, but she didn't believe any of them and wanted the "truth".

So I told the story of the blizzard, the wolf, the rescue, and of course she didn't believe me.

To be exact, I believe, "Bull shit," was her answer.

As I sat there trying to decide what to say next, I noticed their eyes got very large as they looked out my sliding glass door onto the deck. 

I knew the wolf decided to pick this time to make an appearance. I quickly told the women not to make any sudden movements or any loud noises. I explained that the wolf only wanted to make sure they were alright. After all, he had saved them that night and felt a little protective toward them.

Actually it was all bull shit. I didn't have any idea what he wanted, but I decided to go through the "welcome routine" for his benefit and the girl's safety. 

And let's face it, I liked hugging pretty women.

Mandy accepted my hugs with grace and returned them back to me. 

Maria was scared. When I took her in my arms she was shaking like a leaf. I spent a lot of time holding her, and rubbing her back. I wanted her to calm down. 

I asked Mandy to slowly open the sliding glass door and let Alpha (my name for the wolf) in. And once she had the door open, to stand perfectly still, so that the wolf was not panicked.

She did what I asked. Her mother tightened her grip on me until I could have sworn she was trying to merge with me and become one individual.

The wolf circled the statue called Mandy once, smelling her as he went around. I saw the fear in her eyes. I spoke softly to her and kept the panic from rising in her.

When he was done he walked over to Maria and me. 

I started whispering every calming thing I could think of, but she still fainted in my arms. I picked her up and moved her to the couch. After I got her down and covered, I looked at the wolf and pointed outside. 

He went out the door with his head hung down. 

Mandy commented, "He looked embarrassed when he left, like he really didn't want to hurt Mom."

Mandy and I sat with Maria for the next hour until she could get herself back under control. 

+++++

For the next couple of weeks, Maria stayed by my side every time she was out of her room. I felt as if she was using me as her protector. Every time we entered a room, her eyes quickly search the area. I knew what she was looking for, but couldn't figure out a way to reduce her fear of the wolf.

One spring afternoon, the three of us were sitting on my deck when I saw the wolf walk out of the woods and sit on my grass about 50' away. He just sat there and watched.

Mandy noticed him right away, but her mother didn't.

I reached over and took Maria's hand and pointed out on the lawn.

She looked and spotted the wolf. My hand was suddenly caught in a death grip. I never knew she was that strong.

The wolf suddenly stood and walked to the edge of the lawn were the woods started. He barked a couple of times and then returned to the spot where he had been sitting.

After a couple of minutes another wolf appeared and walked over to him. I recognized the second wolf as Alpha's mate. I identified her to the girls.

Then to my surprise two smaller versions of the wolves appeared from the woods, they ran right over to the adult pair and curled up on my lawn. 




The Wolf



I looked at the girls and said, "He's showing us his family. Do you want to meet them?"

Mandy said, "Yes!"

Maria kept quiet.

I walked over to Mandy and took her hand, leading her to the edge of the deck and sitting down at the edge.

Maria just stood at the entrance to the house, just hugging herself.

Alpha slowly walked up on the deck and sat next to me. His mate soon followed and joined Mandy. The mate just curled up and put her head on Mandy's leg. 

I had to remind Mandy to close her mouth because she was catching flies.

Our little family gathering lasted about an hour. The Alpha stood up and gave both Mandy and I a big wet lick on our faces and left with his family.

Mandy and I went back into the house to find her mother. Maria was sitting in a chair with a view of the deck. She stood up when we entered and hugged both of us. She was still shaking when she said, "He really likes you two."

I whispered in her ear, "He likes you too." I then kissed her forehead. 

I felt a little funny. It was a nice forehead. 

It had been years since I had felt "those" feelings toward another woman.

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When the weather warmed, I started taking evening walks with Maria and Mandy. Mandy loved the walks. We talked about nature, animals, and just about anything that entered her teenage head.

Maria kept quiet during these walks, but she held my hand the entire time. It wasn't a romantic style hand holding, but more of her holding onto her protector.

During many of these walks, I noticed the Alpha pacing up at a distance. He never approached when Maria was with us. But if it was just Mandy and I, he'd join us. 

The more time I spent with Alpha, the more impressed I was. I was raised with dogs, and even had an Old English sheepdog for a pet when I was living back east. She was a great dog, smart as a tack and as gentle as could be. She was born deaf so I never could let her run in the suburban neighborhood because of the fear of traffic. 

When she was about one year old, I enrolled her and I in obedience school. She took to the training as a duck to water. She learned the hand commands for deaf animals faster that I did.

I still miss her. When she was about 15 years old, my ex got up one morning, called the vet, and had her put down. 

I was never consulted. I found my dog gone when I got home the evening. I never trusted my ex after that.

The wolf was a lot smarter than any of the dogs I had ever seen. He was more like a friend than anything else I could think of.

I was a little worried about Maria's mental health. She was just too withdrawn and quiet. I also worried about her fear of the wolf. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't crack the shell she had built around herself. I decided that it was time to get her professional help.

I got on my satellite phone and started the ball rolling. 

About a week later, a car pulled in the driveway. A Mexican woman stepped out and introduced herself as Camellia, my new housekeeper and cook. Since I hadn't asked for a cook/housekeeper, I assumed she was the mental health professional. 

That proved to be the fact when we finally got a chance to talk privately.

The next time I saw Alpha, I called Camellia over to start the introduction routine. Boy was I surprised! When they saw each other, she dropped to her knees and held out her arms. My great big Alpha Wolf just about turned inside out. He was wiggling, and making friendly wolf noises as he walked up to her, got between her arms, and they started licking and hugging, him doing the licking and her, the hugging.

From that point on, they were the best of friends. 

Camellia started bonding with Maria and her daughter. I started feeling like a fifth wheel. There was nothing left for me to do but go back to my "spook" work.

Camellia never left her cook/housekeeper persona. But I could see the difference in Maria in less than two weeks. And actually I didn't mind. The quality of the meals around my house really improved.

Julie(my daughter) was now a junior in college. She was all wound up with her friends and got a summer job on campus. She wouldn't be coming home this summer. I'd miss her, but I had Mandy to take her place. She still called and e-mailed every time she got a chance. But it still wasn't like she was here. 

She knew all about Maria and Mandy living with me. She felt that they were good for me. She also wanted to meet Mandy, just in case Mandy ended up being her step sister. 

"Fat chance," I told her. (Meaning the "step-sister" part, not the meeting part)

One day after about a month of Camellia's stay, I noticed that she had Maria with her and they had a bunch of meat scraps in a bowl. They were heading into the woods. Camellia saw me heading for them and shook her head, "No."

They were gone about the longest hour I had ever lived through. At dinner that night, Maria talked nonstop to her daughter, telling her story of feeding the wolf's babies. 

Camellia jabbed me very hard in the ribs every time I started to interrupt. 

That night after the house settled down, Camellia told me in no uncertain terms to let her do her job and to keep my mouth shut as far as any interactions between Maria and anyone else including the wolf.

Camellia said she was making great progress with both mother and daughter. Any interaction with me just set the healing process back. 

Boy, did I feel useless.

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Summer came to a close and Camellia felt that Mandy was secure enough in her new personality that I could enroll her in the local high school. So my "niece" and I drove the 40 miles into town to get her enrolled. Because my ranch was so far away and the winter roads were not the best, it was decided that Mandy would live at the school and come home on the weekends, weather permitting. 

She was the happiest sophomore you ever saw. 

To make matters even better, I took her shopping at the local mall. I kept my lips buttoned and let her purchase anything she wanted. $2000.00 later I was wondering if I was starting to regret it. I drive a Hummer H2. You should have seen how much "stuff" she packed in it!

On the drive back to the ranch, she leaned across the seat and kissed me on the cheek. She said, "My real father never treated me as well as you do. I love you."

My eyes filled up. It was the best money I could have spent.

As it turned out, when I explained it to Camellia, all I got was a big hug and kiss. All she said was," One down and one to go." 

I guess I did well.

Fall started and school began. Camellia worked very hard on Maria and finally got her to agree to go with me one Friday to pick up Mandy from school. Maria was very quiet for the hour it took us to get there. 

Mandy was waiting for us outside her dorm. She grabbed her mom and pulled her in to show her mom her room. No guys allow, so I just sat in the truck. About 30 minutes went by when mother and daughter popped out the door dragging a very full laundry bag between them. (Now I knew what my own mother felt when I came home for a visit from college.)

For the next hour, Mandy took her mother and I around the school, showing us all the "great stuff" that was there. Maria was smiling from ear to ear the entire time.

On the way back we stopped at a local diner to grab a bite to eat. We sat in a booth. Mandy was across from Maria and me. Mandy never shut up while we were there. 

Maria sat next to me touching my arm, my hand, and even my leg the entire time we were there. For the first time since I had met her, she wasn't hanging on to me as if I was her protector, but as her friend.

When we got back to the ranch, Camellia shooed me out of the kitchen to do the "chores" and sat down with coffee to talk to the "girls". 

Later that evening Camellia patted me on the butt and said, "Good job."

We had a great weekend and the ride back Sunday night was as upbeat as possible. Maria and Mandy made all sorts of plans for the next weekend. 

On the way back to the ranch, Maria talked my ear off. She laughed and smiled, and even held my hand all the way back.

Camellia couldn't have been happier when I told her that night.

During the week, Maria asked me to take a walk with her while we were having lunch. A quick glance at Camellia revealed she had heard the whole thing and couldn't have been happier.

Maria and I walked and talked (actually she talked and I listened). We held hands like a couple of teenagers. Toward the end of our walk, I spotted Alpha. I pulled her to the side of me that was the farthest for him. When she realized what I was doing, she told me to stop. She and Alpha were friends now and she owed him for saving her life. 

With that said she dropped to her knees and spread her arms to him. I couldn't believe it. Alpha came up to her exactly like he did so long ago to Camellia. This time they played like a couple of puppies. 

I admit it, I was jealous, except I wasn't sure if it was of her affection for the wolf, or the wolf's affection for her. 

I was going to need to talk to Camellia about my feelings tonight.

The three of us walked back to the house together, Maria between the wolf and I. She held my hand and the wolf's ear. She was as calm as I ever saw her.

Camellia was watching from the deck and grinning from ear to ear when we got back.

That night Camellia told me that her work here was just about done. She was going to make a pretend trip to visit her relatives for a long weekend. She wanted me to assess Maria's actions while she was gone. There was one word of warning, "You need to let Maria make every decision. Make none of them for her." 

Camellia announced her little trip at dinner the next day. Maria went to bed early that night. She was back to her old quiet self.

I don't know what went on but Camellia and Maria were joined at the hip all week. By Friday, Camellia winked at me and whispered, "Here goes nothing." She announced at breakfast that she'd be riding into town with Maria and me to catch the bus to her relatives. 

Camellia had it all mapped out. We first picked up Mandy at school, and then dropped Camellia at the bus station. Maria had no down time. Camellia kept her talking the whole trip into town, and Mandy talked the entire way back to the ranch.

When we got back to the ranch, Maria was all wound up. It was like she never had a chance to let her feelings down. 

The next morning was her first day on her own. When she asked Mandy and I what we wanted for breakfast, we both replied it was her choice. I saw a bit of panic in her eyes. It was the first decision she had to make in a long time.

She walked to the kitchen counter and picked up a typed list. After looking at it a minute, she said we'd be having ham and cheese omelets. Mandy looked at me and said it sounded good to both of us. 

I hated ham and cheese omelets, but I just smiled and agreed.

Later that night I looked at the list. It contained lists of meals. The omelet was about half way down the breakfast selections. 

The three of us had a very busy weekend, Maria wasn't given a chance to let down. Camellia had briefed Maria's daughter very well. Mandy kept her mother running all weekend long.

We were supposed to pick up Camellia at the bus station when we dropped Mandy off at school. My cell phone rang as we were headed into town. It was Camellia needing extra time at her "relatives". I gave the call to Maria. Maria and Camellia talked until I thought the battery on the phone might give out. Camellia worked her magic and Maria was in a better mood when they hung up.

Maria and I stopped at the same diner we always did and had dinner. We sat in a booth. She sat next to me instead of across from me. She had a little trouble deciding what to eat. She picked the first dinner item on the menu. 

When we arrived back at the ranch, she went to her room. She did not return downstairs that night.

The next morning I awoke to the smell of bacon. When I got downstairs I found she had made pancakes and bacon for breakfast. I complemented her on the great choice. 

She beamed.

And so it began, Maria was rejoining the human race. She was back to becoming a productive member. 

One afternoon, I sat her in front of one of my PCs and showed her one of "my" stories. I said I needed her opinion on how my story was going because my editor was on vacation and needed a second opinion. 

I said, "I trust and respect your judgment, please read and comment on this for me."

"I'd love to," was her reply.

After explaining how the word processor worked, I left her alone.

Maria stayed glued to the story for the next six hours. When she finely came out of my office, she was grinning from ear to ear.

"I loved it," she said. And with that she gave me a very tentative little kiss, and left to start dinner.

After she went to bed that night, I fired up the PC and checked her editing. There were the usual spelling and punctuation corrections. They were interspersed with some very insightful suggestions and comments. 

I knew at that point, she had recovered and I would soon be losing her company. My friends at the CIA would be moving her and her daughter into Witness Protection. 

I knew I would miss them when the time arrived.

Later that week a really nasty thunder storm came through in the middle of the night. One lighting strike took out a tree on the side yard. I got up to inspect the house for any damage. When I got back to my room, I found Maria cowering in a coroner. She was crying from fright.

I took her in my arms and led her to my bed. We climbed in together and just cuddled. Soon she stopped crying and went to sleep. I held her the rest of the night. 

As much as I didn't want to, I was the perfect gentleman. I finally fell asleep around dawn.

I awoke to the smell of bacon. I opened my eyes and saw Maria standing there with a bed tray and breakfast on it. She smiled as she said, "Please sit up. I made up breakfast in bed for us."

We sat side by side and ate in silence. 

After finishing, she put her head on my shoulder, "Thank you. You are the first man I ever slept with who didn't try to have sex with me."

"My husband used to share me with his mob friends to keep them happy," she confessed. 

She broke down and sobbed her heart out. I spent the next hour just holding her. 

Toward the end, I told her I'd never let anyone use or hurt her again. She hugged me even closer and said, "Thank you." She punctuated that with a kiss, a kiss with more feeling in it, than I have ever felt before.

I knew I'd need to telephone Camellia tonight. I needed direction. My own feelings were just too confused to trust my judgment.

Maria and I spent the rest of the day together. We were like a couple of teenagers experiencing "Puppy Love" for the first time. We washed and dried the dishes from breakfast, we did the laundry, we made the beds, and we cooked dinner. All these things were done together, never more than a foot or so away from each other. I don't know about Maria, but the time with her rated right up with the birth of my daughters, as one of the happiest times of my life.

The worst time of my life occurred that night when I called Camellia. I got hell!.

Camellia yelled at me that I was messing Maria up big time and to keep my hand, lips, and other body parts away from her.

Camellia said she would be calling Maria in the morning to try and repair the damage I'd done. 

The next day when I returned from my outside chores, Maria said that Camellia had called and we needed to pick her up at bus station at 6:00 pm. Maria was very happy to soon be seeing her friend, I on the other hand wasn't.

At 6:00 we were outside the bus station. Camellia jumped off the bus hugging both Maria and myself, demanding to be fed because she was starved. 

All through dinner at the diner and all the way home Camellia and Maria sat together in the rear seat and talked very softly among themselves, I could not hear what was being said, but I suspected I was the subject of the conversation. When we reached home the only thing I was asked was to bring Camellia's bags to her room.

The next morning at breakfast, I felt that I was being ignored. Maybe I felt that way because neither of them said a word to me.

They disappeared into Camellia's room until dinner that night. As we sat around the table, Maria dropped the bomb, "I'm leaving with Camellia in the morning. Would you take care of Mandy until I'm well enough to take over? I know she loves you like a father and I feel you can be trusted with her."

I started to protest, but a look from Camellia stopped me, I said, "Of course. I love her like my own daughter. She can stay as long as she wants," my heart being torn from my chest as I agreed.

Later that night, Camellia visited me in my room after I had gone to bed. We had a long talk. We discussed my feelings toward Maria and her feelings toward me. Camellia explained that Maria had a long way to go before she was able to maintain a real relationship. 

Camellia explained that Maria had never disclosed being shared sexually before. That revelation while it was an important event required a different course of therapy. Everything Camellia discussed with me made since, but it didn't heal my heart break.

On the way out my bedroom door, Camellia said, "Call me any time and we'll talk. I know this is breaking your heart."

"How'd she know? ", I thought

When I picked up Mandy from school that Friday afternoon, I had a lot of questions to answer. Maria had called Mandy and said she was leaving with Camellia and I'd be picking Mandy up. But no further explanation was given. 

So I had a lot to explain.

Mandy and I talked all through dinner at the diner and on the rest of the ride home. I started out by telling Camellia was a doctor not a housekeeper. She was hired to help Maria with her mental health issues. We discussed how well her mother had become since I hired Camellia and how much she was drawn to her mother. 

Mandy also exclaimed, "No wonder Camellia was so easy to talk to, I wonder if I can still discuss girl things with her?"

I gave her Camellia's phone number and exclaimed, "Of course, she loves you like a daughter." I made a mental note to warn Camellia that there might be some phone calls coming.

The rest of the weekend went pretty good, except when I found Mandy standing in my office. "There's too much computing power here for 'just' a writer. What do you really do? You have too much money. When Mom and I were in the hospital, it was a military hospital. We were even transported back here by military helicopter and then there's that funny phone you have locked up in your desk."

"Oh shit!" I thought, "How much do I tell her."

I looked her right in the eyes and said, "This goes nowhere further. I work for the CIA, I'm not a writer. The writer part is just to explain why I live isolated in the hills."

Her eyes got very round as I talked. She finally asked, "If I talked about you what would happen?"

"I'd probably be killed," I answered.

She started crying, "I guess I'd better keep my mouth shut. You are too important a person to me to risk losing."

We had a very big hug. I remembered that my long dead daughter would be about her age now if she had lived. 

Some day I'd need to have a discussion with her about Kim. All Mandy knew is that I had one daughter from a previous marriage living on campus. While Mandy and Julie were friends, Julie didn't come home except for major holidays so Mandy and Julie ever had the opportunity to bond. 

Kim was never mentioned.

I'd need to change that if we were going to be a family.

Thanksgiving was right around the corner; I thought a nice family dinner would be in order. I sent Julie an email to attend and bring any friends she wanted. I also offered to drive over and pick them up and then give her a new car to drive back to campus with or drive her back to college in my H2.




The Wolf



You'll never guess which option she picked..........

As the time to pick them up approached, Mandy and I had a few more heart to heart talks. I discussed Kim and her dying. I explained that my ex-wife had cheated on me with a lover. Kim and Julie were the result of that cheating. 

I explained, "Kim and Julie were in an automobile accident. Kim needed a kidney transplant and a piece of a liver to survive. When I was tested for the transplant, it was determined that I wasn't Kim's father and couldn't donate and Julie was too injured."

"We tried to contact her mother, but we were not able to find her. Kim died later that day," I whispered.

I then told her about how my bosses at the CIA moved Julie and me out here, and that they also arraigned to bury Kim's body out here on a hill side overlooking the creek. 

Mandy asked if I could walk her out there and introduce her to her "sister" Kim soon.

I really don't remember what happened next, but I do remember crying on Mandy's shoulder and her holding me saying, "It's alright Daddy, I'll always be here to help."

I remembered thinking, "I'll need to explain to her that I need to marry her mother before she can call me Daddy." 

But right now I'll accept the promotion anyway.

Mandy and I loaded the Hummer and took off to pick up Julie and two of her friends. It was almost a day's drive so we were going to spend the night in a motel before starting on our return trip.

As it turned out, I spent the night in the motel; Mandy spent the night in the dorm with her "sister" and the other girls. Boy did I get some funny looks when Mandy called Julie her sister. I gave Julie the "I'll explain later" look.

She returned the, "Damn right you will," look. (There were just too many women in my life.)

That night after getting everyone in their beds, Julie and I had a long talk. 

All I got in return was, "Thanks for explaining Dad."

At breakfast I overheard Julie calling Mandy "Sis". They had started accepting each other. 

I choked up a little.

Later that day Camellia and Maria pulled up in front of the house. After being introduced to everyone, the four of them took a walk together. As I watched them walk away, I realized they were headed in the general direction of Kim's resting place. 

I grabbed my pistol and followed them up the hill. 

By the time I arrived at the grave site, they were introducing themselves to Kim. Watching them brought back very painful memories for me. I sat down on the ground behind them and started crying softly.

I don't know how long I was sitting there when I felt something by my side. Alpha had joined me. He was sitting on the ground next to me watching everyone at the grave site. A few minutes later, his mate joined Alpha and I on the other side of me. She licked my face and then curled up next to me.

It was like being joined by two old friends. I put my arms around each of them. 

After the "kids" finished telling Kim about themselves, they turned toward me to head back to the house. It was then they saw Alpha, his mate and me sitting in the grass watching them. Mandy and Julie walked right up to Alpha and started hugging them and scratching behind their ears.

Camellia, Maria and the other two girls were a little more reserved. They realized that these were very dangerous animals. But somehow knew they wouldn't be hurt by them.

While everyone waited, I had a private chat with my daughter, Kim, "I miss you baby. I hope you liked meeting your new 'sister'".

As a group we all walked back to the house. When we arrived the girls went in. The wolves and I walked over to the meat locker. I gave them each a piece of their favorite cuts of venison.

It was a very somber group I found sitting in the family room. I always remembered Kim as a happy child. She was always smiling and making jokes. So I sat down with the group and started talking about all the good times I could remember with Kim. It took me almost an hour, but I had them all smiling again.

Later that evening Camellia took me by the arm and whispered, "I'm going to have to watch you. I feel you're after my job." As she walked away, she gave me a little pat on the behind and smiled. 

I blushed. 

She cracked up. 

The rest of the weekend went off without a hitch.

When it was time for Julie to leave, I sprang my surprise on her. I opened one of the barn doors and backed out her new Toyota RAV 4. The SUV provided her good fuel mileage, dependability, and most importantly, from a father's point of view, safety. 

Mandy had helped me pick it out. She chose the color, interior and accessories.

Mandy's choices were exactly what Julie would have picked herself. And Julie said so, by giving her "sister" a great big hug. The girls packed up the RAV 4 for the trip back to college. But not before promising to exchange email and phone calls as often as possible. 

Maria and Camellia soon left also. But before they left Maria and Camellia both hugged Mandy and made her promise to keep them updated of anything going on in her life. 

Maria walked over to me and said, "Thank you for making my daughter a part of your family. " Then she gave me a kiss that curled my toe nails.

From the car as Maria got in, I spotted Camellia grinning from ear to ear. 

'That woman's up to something again, "I thought.

I spoke to my CIA boss a few days later and got permission to track down the killers of Mandy's father. I felt a little revenge was in order, first for leaving Mandy without a father, no matter how bad he ended up being. And second I suspected the bad guys forced him to allow them to use Maria, that's how they operated.

My CIA handlers had a file delivered to me about the cartels operation. I started my revenge later that day.

It took about two months, but by then I had broken into all their data stores and started transferring their money around. The transfers were designed to look as if each member of the cartel was stealing from others in the cartel. 

After I had them suspecting each other, I started making public the names of everyone they were currently bribing. The network fell apart. Some members of the cartel were arrested, some killed, and others just disappeared.

That drug cartel no longer existed. I had my revenge and Maria was no longer living under their death threat.

Christmas was rapidly approaching and this year it looked as if I'd be alone. Julie and Mandy were going to spend the holidays with one of Julie's friend's family.

I was not invited. 

Camellia felt it was too risky to let Maria visit me. 

I guess I'd just spend it with Alpha and his family. At least I wouldn't need to bring a plate to pass. 

As the holiday approached, I sunk deeper into a blue funk.

I was awakened Christmas morning by a very loud helicopter landing in my yard. A man in a black flight suit knocked at my door and explained, "You are wanted at Langley, Sir. Please follow me. "

We first went to an army air strip and I was escorted to an Air Force jet. The jet was a long range fighter. I was given a helmet and strapped in. The pilot explained as we were taxing on to the runway, "We'll be flying between 60,000 & 70,000 feet at just under Mach 1. Our total travel time should be just over two hours."

I started to say, "Ok," when he kicked her in the ass. I was slammed into the seat and couldn't move until he leveled off at 60,000 feet. 

I looked at the back of his helmet as he said, "How'd you like that Sir?"

I was a writer so I expressed myself in the most elegant terms I could, "Holy Shit!" I said.

"That about covers it Sir," was his reply with a smile in his voice. 

Now military jets don't have in flight movies so I bugged the pilot about all the knobs and buttons in front of me. Most of the time he just kept yelling, "Don't touch that, you'll kill both of us."

I could take a hint. So I closed my eyes and tried to doze off. 

I must have succeeded because I awoke to the pilot talking to the ground controller asking permission to land. After a bunch of chatter, permission was granted and I felt us heading down. The actual landing was perfect. I barely felt a thing.

We were directed to a hanger and a black SUV pulled up to the plane. My CIA boss got out of the rear door. I guess it must be really important if he was out here. The ground crew opened up the jet's canopy and helped me out. When my feet hit the ground I turned around. There on either side of my boss were Camellia and my Maria. 

They were grinning from ear to ear.

My boss explained that these two beautiful women just couldn't bear the thought of spending Christmas without me. "So get your ass in the SUV. You all are invited to join my wife and myself for dinner."

It was the best Christmas ever. Maria and I were glued to each other all day. One time when I came out from using the bathroom, I found Maria waiting outside the door for me. 

"You were gone so long I really missed you so I thought I'd wait out here for you." She said with a silly grin.

Camellia watched Maria and me like a hawk all day. Since she was smiling, I guessed I was doing ok.

We were all sitting around in the family room just discussing stuff when I guess I fell asleep. I woke to quiet and the loving touch of Maria's hand on the side of my face. I just stayed still, pretending to be asleep, l and enjoyed the feeling of her hand.

"I know you're awake, so open your eyes and look at me." She whispered.

When I opened my eyes I was just in time to catch her bending over to kiss me. And what a kiss it was! 

She said, "Camellia and I are leaving now and you are being taken to your quarters. Please see me tomorrow if you can. I want to hold you one more time before you leave."

We walked hand and hand into the kitchen where our rides were waiting. My boss said, "We'll talk tomorrow. Some people want to meet you."

Later that night as I was getting ready for bed Camellia walked into my room. For the next hour she updated me on Maria's progress. What it all boiled down to was Maria was almost ready to join the real world. 

My job was to help her without taking advantage of her trust. 

"All I want to do is make love to her, and Camellia keeps making me promise to be good. Life's not fair! ", I thought.

The next day I was picked up and driven to the CIA headquarters at Langley and taken to my boss's office. He showed me around and introduced me to the "guys." I guess I was a hero of sorts. My work was really respected by everyone I met

When the day wound down, I asked if I could see Maria again before I left. ", They had to leave," was all the answer I got.

Little did I know how long it would be before I saw them again.

The Air Force returned me and I got back to my life.

Julie's graduation came and went. Mandy and I cheered our heads off from the stands. Maria never attended.

Mandy graduated from High School. She gave the commencement speech. Julia and I cheered our heads off. Maria never attended.

Mandy went to the same college Julie graduated from. She wanted to attend that school because her "sister", Julie would be there doing graduate work and they were close.

The girls spent every major holiday with me. Maria never did. To be exact, we never heard from Maria, no phone calls, e-mails or letters in all those years.

I even tried calling Camellia. I was told she was reassigned. I called my boss about Maria. He never returned my call.

I was told in no uncertain terms, that Maria wanted no further contact with me, Mandy or Julie. She wanted out of our lives.

I told the girls. We all had a good cry.

The years rolled past and one day I found myself walking down the aisle as the "Father of the Brides." That's right, I said brides. The girls planned a double wedding. 

Everything went off without a hitch. I could have been happier, but "she" didn't attend even after we sent her an invitation.

About a year later, my boss drove up the driveway followed by a convoy of SUV's. He took me into the house and sat me down. He handed me a piece of paper and said, "I'm sorry."

I opened it and started to read. It was Maria's Last Will and Testament. 

I looked at him, my eyes starting to tear. 

"She's gone," He said. "She went in her sleep with no pain. It was a very slow form of cancer. Every time we thought the cancer was in remission, it started up in another spot. She didn't want you or the girls to see her die that way. "

"You know she loved you all very much. She asked and was given pictures, videos, and reports on all the important events in your lives." He volunteered.

"And every night she slept in one of your old shirts. She wouldn't let Camellia or I ever replace it even though it wasn't more than a rag. She loved you that much."

"One more thing," He said. "She asked to be buried next to your daughter Kim." "She said that although she never met Kim, Kim was her daughter too. It's all in her will."

He then looked at his watch and said, "Let's go. They should have her grave ready by now."

I really don't remember much of the service; I was just too broken up. The last thing I remember is my boss informing me that he'd tell the "girls" and make sure someone was there to stay with me before leaving me at the grave site.

After they all left, Alpha came out of the woods and sat with me. He howled and I cried all night. 

In the morning Alpha pushed and prodded me until I walked back to the house. Camellia was there waiting for me. She helped me shower and put me to bed. I awoke the next day in Camellia's arms. She was nude and so was I. 

We made tender love until neither of us had the energy left.

We slept, made love, and cried all the next night. We only got out of bed to use the bathroom, and eat. 

We each mourned Maria in our own special way, because Maria had meant so much to each of us.

The girls each called the next day, they were coming home next weekend to say goodbye to their "Mother."

Alpha died the next year. I buried him next to my two loves to protect them until I could join them.

I am in my late 70's now and I'm tired. 

I dropped my boss's replacement an email, my boss having retired years ago. In the email, 

I explained what I wanted. 

I wanted to be buried with my family on that hillside. I had the headstone made and the hole dug. I asked him to see that my wishes were kept.

I then emailed Julie and Mandy. I told them both goodbye since I was going to join Maria and Kim.

I walked up the hill with my trusty Desert Eagle and lay down. 

When I heard the first helicopter approaching, I put the gun in my mouth. 

Soon I wouldn't be lonely anymore.



The Wolf & Me: Our Reunion



A little background: Years ago we met at a party and he ended up being the first boy I ever kissed. Being too drunk, we messed around more than I had intended, but I had no regrets, if you know what I mean. =)

Flash forward five years: We see each other again at my work. The first thing that comes to mind is how much I want to be with him again. Fantastically, we end up in a relationship of sorts --explicitly sex-only, no expectations. Best sex of my life! We are the most sexually compatible couple I know. Of course, I got attached and scared him off.

Months pass, and due to bad circumstances he goes to jail. This story takes place the day he gets out of jail.

He knocks at my door. The roommates are gone for the weekend, and I have the whole house to myself. As I go to answer the door, the thought that it could be him passes through my mind. He's been in jail for two years, and yet I still think about him when I lie in bed. Late at night I wake from dreams of him, hot, horny, and missing him like I've never missed anyone before. I've been with several men since we were together last, but he's in my thoughts several times a day. No, it couldn't be him at the door.

But it is. I stand there with a bewildered look on my face. He's a sight for sore eyes, and looks so different from when I saw him last. It'd been over two years since I had been able to touch him, and I couldn't stop myself from giving him a huge hug, holding back my tears. I remember that hug like it was just moments ago, even though he'd been gone so long, he still smelled like he always did. That smell had never left my memory, shampoo and soap, and a manliness I can't describe, and I melted the moment I breathed it in.

Then, suddenly, it was like nothing had ever gotten between us; the mistake I made, the girl he left me for, the jail-time, they all disappeared, and it was just us. With my eyes closed, I revelled in the feeling of his strong arms around my waist. We both had one thing in mind --even if it meant making our relationship even more complicated, the both of us felt the overwhelming desire to get back what we'd lost so long ago. Us.

He shoves the door closed, and backs me up against the kitchen counter. It's been so long since I felt the power of him, I'm drinking it up. I'm in heaven in his arms. As he looks at me, I look at him. His eyes are sad, and I feel an overwhelming urge to make him feel better. I brush his hair away from his eyes, and stroke his face gently, rememorizing it, in case this is all a dream. My thumb drifts over his soft lips, and I can't contain myself any longer.

As our lips meet, I close my eyes to smell him again. Overwhelming feelings of desire sweep over me. I wrap my arms around him, run them over his back, and down to his perfect bum. He groans into my mouth as I squeeze him gently, and again as I slowly run my fingernails back up his back. I know how he feels, and my hips surge forward to meet his searching thrust. I moan as I can feel his hardness already.

I run my fingers through his hair, kissing him all over his face, down to his ears and his neck, and whisper that we should go upstairs. I grab his hand and pull him up the stairs. When we reach my bed I collapse onto it, pulling him down on top of me. As I wrap my legs around his waist, pushing against him as he caresses my body and kisses me with a passion I had almost forgotten, I realise how much my body had missed his. We fit together like we are made for one another.

His mouth moves away from mine, moving lower until he's nuzzling my breasts. I remember how much he loves my large tits, and smile silently to myself, anticipating what's to come. (No pun intended.)

Our lower bodies still moving in sync, I begin to unbutton my top. The more skin I reveal, the more animated he becomes. I know what he wants. I want it, too. I've missed our ritual. He's the only man I've been with who will take me this way.

I finish unbuttoning my top, and he immediately rips it away from my body completely. My breasts in my bra create a tight cleavage, and I can't wait for him to fuck them. Losing any inhibitions I was still holding on to, I reach down and unzip his pants, pulling his hard cock out and stroking it with a newfound lust.

I flip him over and rip his clothes off. As I bend over to remove his pants, I allow his cock to rub against my tits: a tease for what's to come. I straddle him, rubbing my pussy (already hot and moist) on his cock. Needing him to taste me, I push my tits together even more, and start teasing my nipples, knowing his reaction immediately. He leans up to a sitting position, creating a ripple of sensation from my clit that reaches from my fingertips to my toes. I moan in delight as he shoves his face in my tits. My head thrust back in pleasure, I feel him pull my tits out from underneath the lace, and begin to circle my nipples with his tongue. As he goes back and forth, the cold sensation of the air on my sensitive nipples causes me to rock even harder against his rock-hard cock.

Suddenly, I'm forced back on my back, almost sitting up against the wall. He kneels next to me, and I lick and kiss his beautiful stomach. He grabs his cock and rubs his pre-cum onto one nipple and then the other. I shudder in delight, as I see the passion in his eyes. Then, the moment I've been waiting for: as I shove my tits together tight, he slides his cock into the center, until we can't see it anymore. Then it reappears up at the top, and I look down and take the swollen sensitive tip into my mouth, licking and sucking with my own passion, so turned on by his arousal. He backs away and thrusts again, rubbing the smooth, warm skin of my tits all over his engorged penis, fast and then slow, pushing hard to the hilt when I take him into my mouth, teasing him with a warm, wet tongue, all the while my hands stroking his tight ass and occasionally cupping his balls, gently squeezing them, stroking them, feeling them tense up in anticipation of his near climax.

Finally I feel the tension inside of him reach it's pinnacle, and I know he's on the verge of cumming. Wanting his hot juices all over my nipples, tits, and even my face, I pull away and start stroking him, pushing all the right buttons and running my tongue up and down underneath his cock. Groaning with pleasure, he lets his cum loose, spurting first onto my tits, and then all over my face and into my mouth.

As his spasms subside, I take him into my mouth, cleaning him off, revelling in the taste of his juices. We clean up a little, and settle into our old cuddling position; him behind me, his arm thrown over me, cupping my breast gently. I let out a sigh, and relax into his embrace.

I lay there, glowing in the realisation that of all the girls he's had and could have, he came to me first. He sleeps, and I lay daydreaming, anticipating the moment he wakes up from his nap and takes care of me the way I took care of him.

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This was a first attempt. It's loosely based on a situation that I'm going through right now. Be kind in your feedback, but please do give feedback, so I know how to improve on either my writing style or my story line. Thanks!

-S



The Wolf and The Phoenix



Trevor moved cautiously through the crowded marketplace, his hand never straying far from his dagger, eyes darting about warily. The masses around him were ragged and pathetic for the most part, frightened and beaten creatures scraping out a living. When the Templars came they said they were here to make peoples' lives better, they lied.

Now Trevor made his living as a member of the Brotherhood, a band of assassins fighting for the people. Countless Templars and their lackeys had died by his hand, and today he had a new target. The Knight-Marshal of the Templars was a mysterious man known only as The Phoenix. He is said to have never spoken in anyone's presence and on the battlefield he is untouchable, with a swift blade and nearly impenetrable armor. But he surely didn't sleep in that armor.

Living up to his nickname, The White Wolf, Trevor prowled through the busy avenues, never letting The Phoenix stray from his sight, never being seen by him. As they approached the estate The Phoenix called home Trevor broke off to find a point of entry. Near the rear corner one of the sentries seemed to be suffering from a hangover, his attention wavered for a moment, and that moment was all that was needed. With a silvery flash the Wolf's blade sank into the guard's throat and he was up and over the wall.

From the concealment of a bush Trevor surveyed the compound, mentally marking the patrol routes of guards and the coming and goings of the servants. He shut his eyes and recalled the blueprints he had...persuaded...the architect to turn over to him, and slowly began creeping through the foliage until he was in line with The Phoenix's living quarters before settling in for night fall.

As darkness stole over the compound the White Wolf made his move, dashing quickly from the bushes to the wall of the building and rapidly finding handholds to hoist himself to the second floor window that lead into The Phoenix's room. It had a wide and shadowy ledge and so he perched upon it, unseen, waiting for The Phoenix to enter.

Nearly half an hour had passed before Trevor's patience was rewarded. The Phoenix and an attendant entered the room. The attendant moved to help remove The Phoenix's armor but was waved away and shooed out of the door impatiently and slamming it shut behind him. A deep but oddly melodic sigh issued forth from the full face helm as metal sheathed hands reached up to remove it. Trevor slowly slid his curved blade from it's sheath, poised to strike at exposed flesh as soon as he could, firm muscles tensing for the lunge. But before he could make his strike he let out a gasp of surprise and nearly dropped his dagger.

As The Phoenix's helm came away a torrent of blood red hair spilled down, caressing a shapely neck. The Phoenix was a woman! She shook her head tossing the hair around and dropped her head back, eyes closed, issuing another stress relieving sigh. With practiced hands she began stripping off her armor and carefully laying it aside. Her breasts were bound to further the illusion of masculinity and when the wrapping was removed she was shown to be quite well endowed.

Her body was amazing, toned and firm from combat, with large breasts and a nice rounded ass. Her body rippled and undulated tantalizingly as she stretched the soreness from her muscles. Trevor was hypnotized by her luscious curves and her sweet looking full lips, for several moments he forgot to breath, let alone that he was supposed to be killing this woman. With confident strides The Phoenix left he main bedroom for her private bathroom and the sound of water being poured into a tub brought Trevor back to his senses. Carefully he eased open the window and slipped into the room.

He crept across the floor and peered around the door frame into the bathroom. The Phoenix was crouched down, lighting the fire beneath the tub to heat the water, the sight of her fine round ass pointing in his direction made Trevor grow hard and his breathing catch slightly. He bit his lip and steeled himself for the kill though. With slow deliberate motions he began stealthily moving towards her. 

There was a sudden clanging as The Phoenix's unnoticed bastard sword slid from where it was propped against the tub's rim and as she turned to retrieve it she caught Trevor out of the corner of her eye. With a swift motion her left hand closed around the pommel and she sent the blade in a backhanded arc for his face.

Trevor turned his head to the side but still took a gash along his cheekbone, a trickle of blood issuing forth. He came back around to see her following up the slash with a punch from her right. Unused to fighting someone left handed he sidestepped in the wrong direction and took the powerful blow on his right shoulder, the force nearly spinning him around. With a quick step forward he closed the gap between them and thrust his dagger towards her stomach, but her blade came down unnaturally quick to lock against his.

Their blades were intertwined and their bodies pressed close together. He could smell her sweat, the pheromones piercing into his brain like an intoxicating drug. Her eyes bored into his, flaming with passion. Before he could stop himself Trevor's face darted forward, his lips locking onto hers, tasting her. The Phoenix's eyes went wide and she pulled back, tripping over the rim of the tub and falling into the lukewarm water. She emerged quickly, her hair hanging damply about her shoulders.

"Are you here to kill me or make love to me, fool?" She asked, a slight Romanian accent setting Trevor aback once again.

"A woman, and with gypsy blood? Seems all I need to do to kill you is get the attention of your attendant. But..." Trevor responded with a lightly sinister laugh.

"But what?" The Phoenix's voice was hesitant, her eyes flickering across Trevor's firmly muscled arms and fine angular face, betraying her interest.

Trevor dropped his dagger to the floor and swaggered over to the tub, leaning down to bring his face in line with hers, a smile on his lips as he pressed them into Phoenix's, lightly at first, then hungrily as she returned the kiss, their lips consuming each other. With a low feral growl Phoenix wrapped her arm's around Trevor's neck and pulled him into the tub on top of her. Her nails clawed at his back as he frantically tore off his wet shirt, slipping out of it and tossing it aside.

Phoenix pulled her face back from his and her eyes danced over his exposed chest and she sucked hungrily on her lower lip. Trevor could see the desire in her gaze and he grinned wolfishly as his face shot forward again, teeth tearing into her shoulder, ripping the skin slightly, her sweet blood pouring onto his tongue, his own blood dripping down his chin and mingling with hers.

Phoenix let out a moan of pleasure and reached down, undoing Trevor's pants and sliding them down, her finger tips brushing his firm ass lightly, making his body ripple lightly with a suppressed tickle. Teeth and lips still working ravenously at her neck Trevor used his feet to slide his boots off and kicked his pants the rest of the way off, his athletically built body now fully exposed.

Trevor's lips came back to Phoenix's, flecks of her blood still coating them as he kissed her hungrily, hands reaching down to grab her fine ass. With a flex of bulging muscles he lifted her body and shifted himself into a better position, the head of his 6.5in shaft pressed lightly into the lips of her hungry cunt. Their eyes met again and he could see the pleading desire, the burning need in Phoenix's gaze. With a powerful thrust he buried his cock all the way inside her, her pussy was so tight he could feel it sliding against all her walls. She threw her head back with an ear shattering moan of pleasure and with a feral growl brought her mouth to Trevor's neck, sinking her teeth in and tearing at the skin as her nails dug into his lower back.

Hip's swiveling in tight circles Trevor pounded her hard, his right hand coming around to the front to stroke her clit, fingers pressed firmly against it as it throbbed in arousal. With each powerful thrust Phoenix's moans grew louder and in a matter of moments an orgasm ripped through her body, making her spasm and tighten around his cock as she screamed at the top of her lungs.

Trevor reached back around grabbing a firm hold of her ass with both hands, and with a grunt lifted her up, standing despite the precarious footing and carried her back into the bedroom, tossing her on the edge of the bed. He dropped to his knees in front of her and spread her legs wide, teeth gnashing at her inner thighs, drawing faint traces of blood that he lapped at with the hunger of a vampire. Slowly he worked his way closer and closer to her cunt; teeth, tongue and lips all embracing her skin; Phoenix's breathing growing more rapid as she tensed in anticipation. As he reached her wet cunt he suddenly stopped, his lips just barely brushing hers, warm breath roiling across her flesh. Phoenix began whimpering lightly at the delay, and Trevor chuckled darkly, then just as suddenly his tongue flashed out, striking against her clit and licking in circles on top of it.

A load surprised moan burst from Phoenix's lips and she grabbed the back of his head, pulling him in tighter against her. His lips locked down around her clit, sucking gently as his tongue continued to flick back and forth across it. Phoenix's hips swiveled as she felt the electric pleasure building inside of her again, her moans growing louder and louder. Her eyes rolled back into her head as another shattering orgasm exploded through her brain, her yells of pleasure echoing off the walls.

With the speed of a predator Trevor was back on top of her, quickly thrusting his throbbing hard cock back into her, sending after-shocks of orgasms rippling through her as his massive cock tore her wide. Phoenix's hands gripped tightly on his biceps and her eyes went wide with pleasure at the feel of his bulging muscles, his masculine physique already bringing her back to the brink of orgasm.

Trevor's face dropped to her wonderful tits and his teeth scrapped the flesh before moving to suck her nipples. As his lips tugged at her nipples Phoenix couldn't hold back any more and the biggest orgasm yet blasted through her body, her cunt convulsing even tighter around Trevor's cock, her juices coating both their legs. With an equally loud moan of pleasure Trevor too orgasmed, spraying a load of hot cum deep into Phoenix. Her orgasm intensified as she felt his seed coating her walls, her breath growing ragged from the exultant moans.

With a sigh of contentment Trevor collapsed onto the bed and Phoenix rolled over on top of him, closing her eyes and laying her head on his heaving chest. As he wrapped his arms around her firm but delicate body his eyes drifted to the dagger still laying on the bathroom floor. Could he?