10 comments/ 17622 views/ 37 favorites Aurora Finds Her Mate By: littlemissysweet Aurora attempted to blow her hair out of her face with what little breath she had left. It didn't budge. The sweat that was dripping down her had plastered it to her head. Her lungs burned. Her legs were on fire. She was going to die. My god this is torture, she thought to herself as she kept her death grip on the inclined treadmill. She let go long enough to reach a hand over and hit the "stop" button. She wanted to collapse on the ground as she heaved heavy breaths, but the judging glance of a nearby slim ponytailed blonde in perfect, sweat free workout attire stopped her. On unsteady legs she walked over, grabbed a bottle of spray off the rack that the gym kept for wiping down the machines after use, and quickly swiped a towel over the hand grips. As soon as she'd made her way into the empty (thank god!) locker room she sat down heavily on a bench. This was her second week attempting to work out at the local gym and it hadn't gotten any easier. Putting her hands on her thighs, she push herself up and stepped in front of one of the full length mirrors that lined the room's walls. Letting out a heavy sigh, she studied her reflection. What she saw didn't make her smile. The extra weight she carried on her hips, thighs and waist made for a chubby look, even on her 5'10'' frame. Her long hair, pulled back into a pony tail -- except for those chunks that had fallen into her face during the workout -- was a dull medium shade of brown. Her face was puffy and thanks to the treadmill time -- a bright shade of red. Her normally perky 38C breasts -- one of her only redeeming features in her mind -- were currently contained in a tight sports bra. Her ankles, though muscled, were far too thick and ended in pair of far too big size 11 feet. The self-consciousness over her weight had galled her into joining the gym. She had been overweight and unhappy about it as long as she could remember. In her twenty six years she had learned that being the fat girl in the group was never fun and had missed out on a lot because of it. When other girls were out on dates with cute boys in high school, she had been home playing cards with her parents and their friends. She had been on dates with a couple boys in college, even losing her virginity to one after getting drunk at a party her roommate had dragged her to, but had spent far more time in the library. Since she had graduated with her business degree 4 years earlier, no guy had even shown enough of an interest to ask her out. She had thought about trying online dating, but frankly couldn't find a picture of herself that she though would compel any guy, even an internet guy, to want to date her. The door swung open and another gym patron walked in. Aurora quickly retrieved her bag from a nearby locker and walked out of the gym. The hunger pangs struck before she had even made it out of the parking lot with her 2005 Jeep Grand Cherokee. Along with her new gym membership she had tried to pick up a new diet. The diet message boards and blogs she had read online said that the cravings went away after the first couple weeks, but so far she wasn't seeing that happen. She wanted something sweet -- bad. The internal battle in her head waged until she finally gave in to the bad side and pulled into the new coffee shop which had gone up down the street from the gym. She swore at her weakness as she locked up her jeep and headed through the shop's red-framed glass door. The shop smelled heavenly -- like strong coffee and fresh pastries. She was eyeing up a row of muffins in the glass case thinking about how she was about to undo all that treadmill torture in about 2 minutes flat when she saw him. He was tall -- at least 6'6'' with short jet black hair streaked with flecks of red, brown and blonde. His black t-shirt molded to his extremely broad shoulders and exposed tanned arms corded with muscle. His jeans stretched over long, strong legs. His eyes were an odd shade of coppery gold which sparkled as they bore into her. She felt her face flush with the intensity of his gaze. ******** He scented her before he saw her. The heady smell of her ...musky floral and spice....hit him like a ton of bricks. It was a scent that he had never smelled before, but that he instantly knew. Seeing her only confirmed what was already obvious. Her hair, a rich shade of coffee brown¸ was pulled back with little wisps escaping and framing her face. Her face shone with a slight shimmer of what appeared to be perspiration - her high cheekbones flushed a pretty shade of pink. Her eyes were a striking emerald green. Her curves....well...wow did she have curves....and her long legs looked like they went on for miles. She was the most gorgeous women he had ever seen and she was hot for him. That was a good thing he thought...since she was destined to be his for the rest of their lives. She was his mate. "How can I help you?" the golden eyed man asked in a deep sultry voice. She opened her mouth to respond, but found no words. "I...uhh...." She could swear he smirked a little, but couldn't tell for sure. She searched the bakery case frantically, trying to form an intelligent thought. "Um...uh....muffin?" He raised an eyebrow at her and gave her a cocky grin, as if he knew what effect he was having on her. He looked like he was going to say something about her stuttering state, but surprised her instead. "Yes...a muffin. I'd say pistachio -- right? Green like those beautiful eyes of yours." Then he winked at her. Those green eyes of hers nearly popped out of her head. It was almost as if he was flirting with her. She blushed an even deeper shade of red. "Yes. You are a good guesser. Pistachio is my favorite." "Perfect then." He turned to the counter behind him and pulled out 2 small plates. On one he placed her pistachio muffin. He reached back into the case picking out Red Velvet muffin and placed it on the other plate. Then, turning behind him again he selected 2 large coffee mugs and filled them from a nearby carafe. He turned around, setting the mugs on the counter next to the plates. What was he doing? She looked around her to see if another customer was waiting behind her, but other than a few of the shop's employees on the other end of the counter, and a few teens sitting at a table in the corner, the shop was empty. She turned back to him, giving him a curious look. He smiled at her. Damn was he hot. "Well I have good news and bad news for you." "Oh?" She asked....unsure where this was going. "Yes." He responded. "The good news is that your order today is on the house. The bad news is, you have to share it with me." She stared at him stunned. He was definitely flirting with her ....actually this was almost a date he seemed to be asking her on. Are you on drugs? She wanted to ask, but instead she flirted back. "Well that sounds like a fair trade." She said...flashing him what she hoped was an engaging smile. She had no idea what affliction had struck him and caused him to propose the almost-date, but she wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Mr. Golden eyes' smile broadened. "If you can take those plates, I'll bring the coffee." She picked up the two plates and still barely able to believe what was happening, made her way towards a round table near the counter. It was a smallish table, but there were four chairs squeeze around it. She put the plates on opposite sites -- thinking he would sit across from her, and took the seat further from the counter. Not skipping a beat, he put the mug in front of a chair right next to her, pulling the plate with the chocolate muffin over as he sat down. The man carefully began pulling the wrapper from his muffin as Aurora watched him closely. He placed a small piece in his mouth. A bit of the chocolate stuck to the corner of his mouth. He raised his eyes to hers and sensually ran his tongue across the outside of his mouth, licking off the chocolate. This is the sexiest man I've ever seen she thought to herself. He oozed so much sensuality, he made her want to melt into a little puddle on the floor. She felt herself starting to get wet between her legs. She need to pull herself together or she'd embarrass herself her in front of this incredible man. "So do I get to know the name of the man buying me breakfast?" she asked after realizing she didn't even know his name. She shifted in her chair, well aware that the longer she look at him the wetter she was getting. Her pussy burned with desire for this man she didn't even know. The man let out what she'd swear was a groan. She looked at him curiously. "Krystian" he answered. "With a Kry...you know like Kryptonite." She giggled a little at the superman reference and he had to contain another groan. This woman was so freakin sexy. Her scent was even more prevalent now than when she walked into the café. As a wolf, his sense of smell was extremely acute, but the strength of this woman's scent was off the charts. When she'd spread open those long legs a second before he hadn't been able to contain the groan from coming out. He'd bet both his fangs she was wet. It was moments like this the wolf in him hated the human world. In the wild he'd have her bent over the table and be buried in her to the hilt by now. "Krystian" she said softly and slowly as if trying it out on her tongue. The sound of his name had never made him hard before, but it did now, coming out of that rounded pink mouth. He thought about how it was going to look when those lips were wrapped around his cock and grew even harder. "Yes. My friends call me Krys." He shifted a bit in his chair, looking uncomfortable. She wondered if he was regretting joining her at the table. She didn't think so though, not by the look on his face - like nothing she had ever seen on a man's face before. He looked like...well...like his wanted to sink his teeth in her...devour her. The wetness between her legs was starting to pool now. She was going to be lucky if she didn't stick to the chair when she stood up. "Well Krys. Isn't your boss going to mind that you're giving away free food and letting one customer monopolize your time?" "Not at all." The corner of his mouth quirked up in a smile. "The owner knows that there are some things far more important than business." "Oh." "Yes. Like when you see the most beautiful woman you've ever seen if your life, you have to capture her and not let her get away." She rolled her eyes at that one. No matter how much desire he was shooting in her direction, she knew that one was a bunch of baloney. "I know this shop is new here, but you don't need to make up lines for business. You guys will do fine as is." "Sweetheart. I know you don't know me very well, but when you do, you'll find out one thing about me. I don't make things up. I mean everything I say...always." She wasn't sure what shocked her more, the certainty in his voice or the fact that he seemed to be absolutely certain that she would get to know him more. She did know what to say in response to that. He must have sensed it, because he brought the conversation back to a more innocuous topic. "Actually, I own the café. We opened just a few weeks ago." His pride in ownership was obvious. "Oh...really?" At hearing this the business side of her came out. "That's great. I'd love to hear about it more. I'm a private business and marketing consultant. I do a lot of work with new businesses around town." "Really? How ironic is that? I was just thinking that we needed to get a marketing campaign going for the café, but wasn't sure where to start" A detailed conversation on his experience in opening the business and her work ensued. This bled into her talking about her background. Her schooling. His background. What had led him to opening the café. Though there was still that thread of sexual tension in the air, they both really got into the discussion. He couldn't believe ther shy and beautiful package held such a smart and savvy business woman. She had everything a man could desire. He couldn't believe the fates chose such an amazing woman as his mate. Aurora caught a look of the clock on the opposite wall. She was enjoying speaking with Krys so much that she hadn't realized they had been talking for almost 2 hours. The muffins and the coffee were long gone. The discussion had been amazing. They had so much in common and talking to him was fascinating. She loved the passion within new business owners and Krys had more passion that many. She really knew though that she should let him get back to that business "Wow. I better let you get back to work. Thank you for the coffee and the muffins. I've really enjoyed talking to you." Krys didn't say anything for a minute. Those golden eyes once again gazed, hunger filling them. "Have dinner with me tonight" he said suddenly. "You mean like a date?" There was no way to deny now that he liked her, was asking her out, but her brain still couldn't process that it was happening. Krys grinned at her. "Yes. Like a date. You know...you get dressed up in something sexy...though it will be hard for you to make yourself any sexier. I take you out for a night on the town and show you off. Take you home and..." Though he didn't finish the last sentence, it was obvious that he didn't mean to take her home and leave -- the hunger in his eyes was stronger now than ever. A pleasure filled shiver ran down Aurora's spine as she thought about what she'd like to happen when he brought her home. An image flashed through her mind. His strong hands on her naked breasts. His tongue running down her stomach. His cocking driving in her...her nails digging into a muscular back. The video playing through her mind was so vivid that it renewed the juices flowing from her pussy. She had to get out of here, fast, before she exploded with desire. Looking at him, his golden eyes held fire and were....knowing....as if he knew what she had been thinking. Krys could barely believe the scenes her mind was shooting into his. She couldn't know it, but his powers allowed him a little bit of talent to sense what others were thinking. Normally it was just a wisp of emotion -- sometimes thoughts or words running through someone's head. With her, it was full color pornographic video played out in detail. He cursed those damn human normalities again. What he'd give to have her out in the woods right now...naked. She reached for her bag and made to get up from the table. "You didn't answer my question...about dinner" He said softly. She turned and flashed him a cheeky grin. "You didn't pose it in the form of a question. I didn't think it was an option." She reached into her purse. Pulled out a business card and held it out to him. "I work out of my home. My phone number and address are on the card." "I'll pick you up at 7." He said. "I'll be ready." She thanked him again and turned to leave. "And Aurora..." She turned at the sound of her name to listen to him. "Don't forget what I said. About wearing something sexy." He turned and walked back behind the shop counter and through a set of swinging doors into what she assumed was a kitchen. She stood, mouth agape, for a minute before turning and walking out of the café to her jeep. As she drove home, she replayed the morning events and still couldn't figure out what the hell had just happened and why. She had no illusions about her looks. While she wasn't completely unattractive her weight and the fact that she'd come straight from the gym...no makeup, sweat covered and flushed should not have resulted in an invitation on a date. Aurora wasn't completely lacking self-confidence...she knew she was smart and good at her job, a good friend and usually a pretty nice person. However, she was also a realist. Men who looked like Krys...especially ones that also happened to be smart, kind and who owned their own businesses were looking for super model types. Not business oriented overweight school teacher type or librarian type or whatever the hell type she looked like. Maybe she had read the scenario wrong. Was he flirting with her because he was just a natural flirt and really getting to know her more because of her role as a business consultant? He had a new business after all. It would make sense. Her phone buzzed as she was pulling the jeep into the driveway of her small ranch style home. She pulled it out of her purse expecting to see a message from her part-time assistant Marie. Instead a text message from an unfamiliar number greeted her. A new client perhaps? She opened it and read: "Hi beautiful. Can I pick you up at 6 instead of 7? I don't think I can wait that long to see those green eyes of yours again." Well what was she supposed to do with that? Respond she guessed. She sent back a quick see you at 6, grabbed her bag and hustled into the house. Business dinner, date or whatever the night held, she had a lot of getting ready to do! ****** Krys ran his hands through his hair for about the 100th time. He was way out of his league standing in the florist shop surrounded by every kind of flower imaginable. What did you get for the woman who was your mate, your partner, and the person you were destined to be with ...well as long as you didn't screw it up? She had no way of knowing or understanding the whole wolf mating business and it wasn't like he could just tell her outright without freaking her out. He knew he'd have to woo her. He figured flowers were a good start but what kind of flowers best said Hey! We're going to spend the rest of our lives together -- okay? He must have looked as lost as he felt, because a clerk took pity on him and - after a couple minutes of expert prodding into what he was looking for and the special woman he was trying to impress - was wrapping up a bundle of pale violet roses and brilliant lime chrysanthemums. It was just the kind of bouquet that spoke of Aurora...soft and beautiful while vivacious and bright. He thanked the clerk for her insight and the beautiful work before stepping out onto the street. He set the flowers gently on the passenger seat of his SUV before turning the key and heading for her house. ****** Aurora was looking as her reflection in the mirror again making sure her makeup was absolutely perfect for her date when the doorbell rang. She grabbed a shawl and her small clutch off of an end table and swung open the front door. Krys was standing on her front step looking devastatingly handsome in a pale gray suit and pants. He didn't wear a tie -- instead opting to leave the first few buttons of his black dress shirt unbuttoned, revealing a tanned neck and just the tiniest wisp of dark chest hair peeking out the top. He was clean shaven and his jet black hard was spiked up a bit with some type of gel. He was holding flowers and he whistled softly as he looked her up and down. "You look amazing" he said and meant it. Aurora had on a black cocktail dress. It was fitted at the top with a halter neck and an opening in the front that exposed a slight swell of cleavage. The skirt was flowy and ended just at her knees exposing creamy white calves which led to a pair of incredibly sexy feet covered with stilettos strapped up to her ankles and perfectly manicured red toenails. Her long hair was swept off to the side in some kind clip and spilled across her shoulder. Her scent was strong as ever making him want to bury his face in her neck and take a big whiff. Aurora took the flowers Krys held out to her and invited him inside. "Let me just put these in some water," She called as she headed towards the kitchen. Krys stayed in the entry way looking around her house. It was neat and welcoming -- he liked it. Aurora came out from the kitchen holding a vase and set the flower on the entry table. "Thank you so much for the flowers -- they're beautiful. Would you like a glass of wine before we leave?" she asked gesturing towards the sofa. Aurora Finds Her Mate "No -- I think not. With the way you look tonight I'm thinking if we don't leave for dinner now we won't make our reservations." Heat flooded Aurora's face. She wasn't used to such overt flirting and innuendo. "Let's get you to dinner," Krys said, ushering her out the door. Krys escorted her to his SUV, opened the door for her and helped her in. He drove her to a local family style Italian restaurant -- one of her favorites - and ushered her inside. Dinner was excellent and the conversation flowed easily. Krys continued to flirt with her and never missed an opportunity to let her know how beautiful she looked. The only awkward moment of the night came when he was serving up the main course from their shared entrée. He placed a small serving of the restaurant's famous Alfredo on her plate and when he went back to serve more, she waived him off. "This is plenty." She told him. "With the wine, the bread, the salad...I definitely don't need much. It'll go straight to my hips." Krys set the serving tongs down and reached over to place a hand alongside her face. "Aurora...I'm going to say this once and I hope I never have to say it again...though I will if I have to. I'm not a small man or a weak man...when I hold a woman and when I make love to a woman I don't want a little twig I have to worry about breaking. I want a real woman...with hips and breasts and curves. You are so amazingly beautiful...every bit of you. If you are truly full and don't want more food, that's fine, but never try to eat less for me." He ran a finger across her cheek before dropping his hand and returning it to the serving utensil. This time when he place a bit more of the pasta on her plate she didn't resist. They ate in silence for a couple minutes, before finally returning to conversation. "Dessert?" he asked after they were all done. When she refused he gave her an eye but she assured him she really was stuffed. "Well I'm going to enjoy some dessert," he responded and then promptly proceeded to pay the bill and stood up to pull her chair out so they could leave. She looked at him curiously. "I thought you wanted dessert?" "Oh I do...just not the kind you're thinking of." He winked at her and took her arm to lead her out of the restaurant. As he drove her back to her place, she though nervously about what he'd said at the restaurant. What had he meant about dessert? Did he mean to kiss her when he walked her to the door? Did he mean to do something more? The thought of something more got her pussy juices running. She knew it was the first date and she really shouldn't be thinking such naughty thoughts. She was sure he didn't mean sex of any kind...tonight...did he? He pulled into her driveway behind her jeep and walked around to open the door for her. He helped her down out of the SUV and walked her towards the front door. She still wasn't sure what he had meant at the restaurant, but she knew she wanted to find out. "Do you want to come in?" she heard herself ask. "I do." He responded. The whole way home from the restaurant in the SUV so close to her and her damn scent he wanted to rip off her clothes and have his way with her. He knew the second she got aroused and knew that his comment at the restaurant had left her on edge. He also knew that she was nervous, but also that she wanted him. He was going to make sure she got him -- tonight. He was glad she asked him in -- it saved him from having to convince her to let him in. He took a seat on the loveseat in the living room while she went into the kitchen to grab them each a glass of wine. When she returned to the room, he noticed her eyeing the larger sofa as if meaning to go sit there and gestured for her to join him on the loveseat. She handed him a glass as she sat beside him. "So what should we toast to?" She asked. "To the start of something new and very special," he murmured. They clinked their glassed together and each took a sip of wine. He took her glass from her hand and set both glasses on the end table next to the sofa. He placed a hand gently across her face and looked into her sparkling emerald eyes. "I'm going to kiss you now." He told her softly before taking her mouth with his. He nibbled her lip gently, then licked it with his tongue before brushing it against her own. As the kiss deepened, he ran his hand up and down her arm and then around to the back of her neck where the halter top of her dress was fastened. His fingers worked the clasp of the dress until it released. "Krys. What are you..." "Shhhh baby. It's okay. Let me love you." Aurora sighed and let him lower the dress, exposing her black strapless bra. Kissing his way down her neck, he slowly peeled the cup away from one breast exposing a pert pink nipple. He flicked it with his tongue and Aurora made a slight gasp. Krys continued to tease the nub with his tongue and then nipped it with his teeth before taking it fully into his mouth and sucking. His hand slowly worked its way up her leg, stroking her thighs and then stopping to cup her panty-clad pussy. She was sopping wet for him. His mouth worked its way across her chest to the other breast, pushing the bra cup away with his cheek while licking and sucking the nipple. He stroked up and down her mound through the panties, loving the soft gasps that came of her mouth every time he neared the small bit of cloth covering her clit. Aurora couldn't believe what his touch was doing to her. She knew she should stop him, but she couldn't. His lips teasing her nipples felt incredible. He was rubbing her pussy now through her panties. His finger found the place where her opening was and pushed. He was fingering her through her panties, pushing his cloth covered finger up inside of her. She'd never felt anything like it as his hands and mouth drove her crazy. Her hips were lifting up to meet his hand now, as he pushed his finger inside of her. She was so sensitive to his touch -- so willing -- it was driving him crazy. This scent of her was so strong now that he needed to be in her -- very soon. He pulled back for a minute so that he could get her naked and open to him. Aurora felt Krys pull back and couldn't help the slight protesting groan that came out of her mouth. Then realizing just how carried away they had gotten brought her back to reality. She flushed red as she realized she was lying across her love seat, breasts fully exposed and dress bunched up around her legs while he had been working his fingers inside of her. She sat up and began adjusting her bra -- pushing the breasts back into the cups -- thinking they were done. "Oh no sweetheart. I'm not done with you yet." Krys gave her a devilish grin as he pull her to her feet. "I'm getting you just the way I want you now." In seconds he had pulled her dress down until it pooled at her feet. He helped her stepped out of the dress and then, sensing her self-consciousness at being exposed, began kissing her neck to distract her as he unclasped her bra. Her fingers hesitantly worked the buttons on his dress shirt. Needing to have her as quickly as possible, he impatiently took over for her, pulling apart his shirt before she had even finished the last few and sent buttons flying across the room. He shoved off the shirt in one motion and then moved his hands down to unfasten his belt and pants. He doesn't wear underwear was the first thought that came to her mind. The second thought was how huge he was. Oh my. His cock jutted out proudly from a patch of black hair. It had to be at least 9 inches long and very thick. It was uncircumcised, but his foreskin was pulled back exposing the tip glistening with precum. She wanted get on her knees and lick the cum off of him and then take him in her mouth but she couldn't work up the nerve to do it. Instead she reached out and took him in her hand. Her fingers fit around the width of his cock -- just barely -- and she stoked him up and down. Krys groaned and threw his head back in pleasure. "My god baby. You're going to kill me. That feels so good." He lowered his head and captured her mouth with his in a wet, tongue dueling, passionate kiss. She was working his cock harder now. He wanted to cum so badly, but not like this. He needed to be buried deeply inside of her when he came. He pulled back from her slightly causing her hands to fall from his cock. He lowered her panties, taking a big whiff of her extremely wet pussy as he pulled them down. He looked at the small loveseat and knew it wasn't going to cut it -- not for the way he wanted to take her. "Bedroom" She gestured towards a small hall with a door off to the side. He reached over, swooped her up in his arms, and made towards the room. "Krys!" She slapped lightly at his arms. "Put me down -- I'm way too heavy to be carried." He gave her a look. "You shush, or I'll paddle that luscious, curvy ass of yours." Fortunately, the door to the bedroom was slightly ajar. If it hadn't been, he probably would have kicked it open in his haste. He dropped her gently on the bed, laying himself down beside her. His hand reached down to her steaming pussy. His finger slowly slipped between her wet pussy lips and found her clit. She was so wet for him he couldn't believe it. He worked the nub of her clit with her finger and was rewarded with a soft moan. He pinched it lightly and then flicked it. Then he began rubbing it again -- working it faster and faster and listening as her breathing got heavier and heavier He knew she was close to cumming, and he wanted to be inside of her when she did. Not losing any momentum on her clit, he positioned himself over her quivery body, rubbing his hard cock against her slit. Then, as he could feel her right on the edge, he surged forwarded, implanting himself deeply inside of her warm, tight pussy walls. She exploded with an orgasm. Her pussy tightened around and kneaded his cock as he worked it in and out of her. He groaned. Never had he felt anything so amazing in his entire life. His finger continued its work on her clit -- determined to make her cum again for him before he exploded inside of her. He pumped in and out of her, faster and faster. His mouth was on her breast now, biting and sucking as her fingernails dug into his shoulders and she moaned out his name. "Oh my god. Krys ....I'm going to cum again." "Cum for me baby." He said, feeling his own orgasm building. With one final moan he felt her crest, and then her pussy wall began clenching his cock again, sending him over the edge. His came inside her, his cum squirting deep inside of her pussy again and again until finally he was spent. He collapsed next to her, careful not to fall on top of her and kissed her softly across the lips. "You are incredible." He said. Then, sobering up a bit. "I'm sorry. I should have used a condom." Not that he needed to use one. Wolves didn't get STDs and he frankly didn't care much if he got her pregnant. This was his woman and the thought of filling her with his baby was a good one. "Shhh" She placed a finger across his lips. "It's okay -- I'm on the pill and I know I'm clean." "Me too." He responded. "Okay then." She said, and sighed contentedly, curling up in his arms. He planted a kiss on her forehead and stroked her hair gently until she fell asleep. ****** Someone was watching her. She bolted upright in bed and looked around for the source of the feeling that was coming over her. What she saw next, she couldn't believe. There was a wolf....a freaking wolf....standing next to her bed. She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out. Aurora. She heard a voice in her head. Krys' voice. What the hell was going on? Please don't be scared baby. It's me. I'm the wolf. She stared at the wolf, her head unable to comprehend what was being said to her. Familiar golden eyes stared back at her. There was no way this way happening. There was a wolf with Krys' eyes standing next to her bed. She knew she should be freaking out, but she wasn't. The wolf stepped forward and she pulled back a bit. Then it lowered its head submissively, laying it across the edge of the bed. She hesitantly reached out a hand, hovering over the wolf's face until it was laying against its snout. The wolf turned its head slightly to nuzzle her hand...reminding her of how Krys had nuzzled her neck. She scooted a bit closer and ran a hand down the wolf's back, amazed at how soft its fur was. There was a flash of light then. She pulled her hand back and watched as the wolf transformed itself. More light -- shifting shapes -- and then Krys stood beside the bed, naked and staring at her with those golden eyes. Somehow had known the voice in her head telling her that Krys was the wolf was right, but she hadn't been prepared to see him change right in front of her. She stared back at him. No words come to her mind. What did you say to a man who had change to a wolf and back in your bedroom on the first date? Krys eyed her cautiously. "So..." he said slowly...holding his breath...waiting for her response. He really hoped she didn't freak out on him, but wasn't sure how she couldn't -- knowing what she had just seen. "So..." she responded slowly. A minute and then two passed without either of them saying anything -- just staring at one another -- neither sure what to say. Finally she spoke. "Can I say something?" She said finally. "Anything." He responded, not knowing what to expect. "The next time you decide to let a girl know you're some kind of shape shifting wolf thing, maybe you should tell her before you show her? And maybe wait until after the first date? Just a thought." Krys started at her in disbelief. Then the laughter came. He had just exposed himself as a wolf to the woman he loved and she was teasing him? He was overwhelmed with just how amazing this woman sent to him by the fates was. "I don't think that will be a problem." He chuckled as he crawled back into the bed next to her. "Oh?" She questioned, raising an eyebrow at him. "I don't plan on going out with any other women anytime soon." Or ever he thought to himself, pulling her into his arms. Krys was just drifting off to sleep, satiated and content with Aurora in his arms when she asked. "Why me?" "Hmm?" he responded sleepily. "Of all the girl's you could be with, why choose me? Let face it ...you could have your pick of ...well...anyone. Krys let out an exasperated sigh. "Aurora, I'm a freaking wolf. It's not exactly like a bunch of women are sitting around waiting to meet a nice wolf to take home to their mom and dad. Believe me - I'm far from the perfect catch." Aurora giggled a bit at that. Krys nuzzled her neck. "And don't ever put yourself down like that. Why wouldn't I want to be with you... you're gorgeous and smart and funny and sweet and really good in - " "Krys!" She exclaimed and then yelped a bit as he nipped at her naked shoulder. "....and there's no woman I've ever met or that I will ever meet that I'd rather have in my arms than you." Kry finished squeezing her tight to him. "Oh. Well alright then." She said softly and rested her head against his shoulder. Completely content she fell asleep as her wolf/man held her tight. I love you. He said softly, more in his mind than out loud. She didn't know it yet, but they had a long happy life together ahead of them. He could already see her wearing his ring, walking down the aisle, carrying his children, being his life and his one and only. She'd see that soon enough too, just as she'd soon learn how beautiful she truly was in his eyes. For now though, she was naked and there in his arms. He smiled, pulled her closer to him and joined her in sleep.