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Soul Mates

By: jam79ie



She rolled over stretching her arms out as the sun peaked through the blinds casting warm light over the bed. She opened her eyes and smiled as she saw him lying there beside her. Her eyes studied every curve of his face, the fullness of his sexy lips and his long lashes that lay rested against his face. She cuddled up to him taking in his smell, feeling the warmth of his body. She was amazed how something as simple as the smell of him and the touch of his skin could make her feel more safe and secure than she had ever felt in her life. Never had she felt so comfortable and relaxed with anyone. Leaning in she lightly brushed her lips over his, not wanting to wake him from his dreams. As she lay there pressed firmly against him, she buried her head in his neck and closed her eyes. 

Her skin suddenly came alive as she could feel his fingertips running up the back of her thigh, over her ass and along the small of her back. She felt his lips brushing the soft flesh on the back of her neck and his warm breath on her skin. She reached her arm up over her head and looped it around his head, pulling him closer to her and running her fingers through his hair. Her eyes closed as she listened to the music play on the radio, her skin tingling all over with his touch. A twinkle built between her thighs that could no longer be ignored. Sliding her leg forward, inviting him to touch her, begging for it, she held her breath waiting. 

She felt his fingers caress over her breast and circle her erect nipple and then move down her side and over her thigh. He knew just how to tease her, how to make her body ache for his touch. She bit her lower lip, waiting, imagining his touch. His fingers moved up her inner thigh and barely brushed over her sweetness as she finally took in a breath, her hips wiggling to find his hand again. Again he brushed his fingers over her body, starting at her neck and moving down her thigh, back up her inner thigh. This time he let a finger slide across her moist slit and stop at her clit, slowly making circular motions lightly against it. He could feel her heart pounding against him as his lips moved over her neck and across the back of her shoulders. He let his finger slide deep into her, feeling the warmth of her pussy swallow his finger and then bringing it back to her clit. A soft moan crossing over her lips as she tilted her head back, searching for his lips. Sliding his other arm under her, he held her close, placing his hand on her face as he kissed her soft lips, his tongue parting them and sliding into her mouth. 

Rolling over in his arms she pressed her naked breasts against him, kissing him back. Pulling his head back he looked down at her as she opened her eyes. His eyes peered into her soul, reading her every thought and desire. He mouthed the words "I love you." and lowered his lips to her neck. He moved down her body, kissing his way over her creamy soft skin, His lips touching every spot that drove her wild. No one knew her body like he did. His tongue danced around her nipple as he sucked it into his mouth, gently nibbling on it before moving his mouth further down her body. She raised her hips slightly off the bed in anticipation for what would come. He pushed her legs apart, wrapping his arms around her thighs as he lay down between them. He kissed the soft flesh of her inner thighs, letting his breath blow over her throbbing clit. Her hands gripped his shoulders; she closed her eyes and waited for it, waited for the feel of his mouth on her, aching for it. She gasped as the tip of his tongue touched her outer lips and licked up to her clit, his tongue beginning to flick across it. 

A deep moan escaping her lips as she pressed her pussy up against his mouth. He devoured her sweetness, loving the taste, the smell, and the sounds that came from deep in her throat. He was looking up at her as he feasted on her, his cock throbbing as her face showed the pleasure she was feeling. Pushing her legs farther apart and ran a finger down her slit and plunged it deeply into her, causing her back to arch as she thrust her hips against his hand. He added a second finger, then a third sliding in and out of her slowly, his mouth nibbling at her clit, sucking on it. He picked up speed with his fingers, fucking her hard with them as his tongue continued to toy with her clit. He could feel her pussy tighten around his fingers and he knew she was enjoying every second of it. She reached her hands up and gripped the headboard, her head rolled back and her back arched as she let out a loud deep groan. He sucked her clit into his mouth hard, feeding on her as she cried out. 

His cock was growing even harder as he started to feel the warmth of her juices building around his fingers; he pressed them up against her g-spot as he moved them in and out. Again she cried out, a gush of warm sweet juice covering his hand and trickling down his arm. Her body was quivering as she lay there moaning, grabbing at his arms and pulling him up her body. She reached her hand down and wrapped around the shaft of his cock, feeling how hard he was she moaned and rubbed the tip of him over her soaked pussy. She had to feel him inside her now, she was aching for the hardness that was throbbing against her. He grabbed her hand and pinned it down beside her head and then the other, kissing her hard as his tongue filled her mouth. She moaned as she tasted her juices on his tongue and parted her legs wider, begging him to enter her. He hovered his cock above her letting it brush over her pussy, teasing her. She looked up into his eyes and whispered. "Fuck me Dan."

Lifting her mouth up to meet his, he kissed her back feverishly. With one swift motion he lowered himself onto her and entered her quickly and deeply. They both moaned as the sensation took over their bodies. She could feel how hard he was through her whole body. He groaned as her pussy clenched around his cock and her warm juices covered his shaft. His intention was to make love to her slow and deep, but he could not contain himself. The feel of her wetness and warmth of her drove him crazy and he began pumping into her hard wanting to be deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around him, crying out as her hips rotated against him. He released her hands and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, holding her tightly against him as he fucked her, his cock sliding out of her to the tip and then slamming into her deep and hard. She could feel his pubic bone rubbing against her clit as he moved and she was completely lost in ecstasy. They were completely lost in each other. The whole world had drifted away as they explored each other. They had a connection between them that was unbreakable. 

She wrapped her arms around his back, her nails scratching along his skin as her hips rose and fell to meet his thrusts. She felt as if she could not get enough of him, as if she needed to feel him even deeper inside her. As if she had spoken the words he began to press harder into her, causing her to scream out as her pussy drenched him with her juices. She dug her nails into his back as her body trembled, her clit exploding and her pussy squeezing his cock as she came. He could feel her orgasm through his whole body, her cum dripping off his balls as he pumped in and out of her. His eyes watching her face as she moaned. His cocked began jerking violently as his cum emptied deep inside her pussy. Her pussy clenched tightly around him, milking him of every last drop. His body was shaking as he finally stopped moving and rested his body on top of her. His arms wrapped firmly around her and hers around him. His cock still buried deep in side her as they lay there in each others arms resting. Her eyes closed as she rested her head against his. The music began creeping back into her head as she smiled to herself and caressed his back, kissing his lips softly.

Soul Mates



We all want someone who will accept us just the way we are...

Story line:

He likes normal sex. But anal adoration is the sex act he most wants to share with a woman. He loves ass, wants ass, needs ass, adores ass. Is there any woman who will love and accept him for that - without trying to dominate or belittle him? All he needs is one such woman. Did one even exist for him? After all, it is said we all have a soul mate -- somewhere. Don't we? If only we can find them...

Enjoy.

For those who don't mind getting a little behind in their reading... 

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***** Another day in paradise...

That feeling of peace came over him again - that feeling of warmth, of home. It was that feeling one gets only when we are with the one we love. And he was with that which he loved beyond everything else on earth. He was face to face, so to speak, with a soft, warm, female behind -- the only one he had found that loved him as much as he loved it.

In large part he loved this ass because of the woman it belonged to. He knew her well. She was a good friend. He truly cared for and respected her. In general he respected women. He admired many of them. He even loved a few. But he was IN LOVE with the female ass. He loved it. He wanted it. He needed it. He adored it. He hungered for it. It was the most beautiful and desirable thing he had ever seen. It was the only thing that brought him true peace - even joy.

It had taken him a long time to fully accept that part of himself. When it came, like so many things, it was so simple - and liberating. "I am IN LOVE with the female ass" he finally admitted to himself. "I don't just love it - I am IN LOVE with it. That is who I am..."

He wanted and needed to be with an ass as often as he could. All the time, if he could! It was the only thing that made him feel right, feel whole, feel at peace, feel alive - a dark, soft, warm, loving female ass.

He knew most would consider him just another ass licking pervert for this. Maybe that is all he was. He didn't care. The truth had finally been faced. He was free in his heart and mind. Ass is my life, he told himself. No bullshit. No games. Just the simple truth. Truth as simple as the very thing he loved. And that was one of the things he loved so much about the ass - its unassuming, beautiful, primal simplicity.

It had not always been easy to accept this side of himself. It had been a love/hate relationship for many years. He had swung between his passion for ass that was slowly consuming him and his hatred for himself for being so weak. He would feel great elation then great self loathing. There were times when he found himself totally neutral - disinterested in the whole thing. That too gave him great peace - a sense of freedom. But inevitably the desire, the need, the passion, the hunger, would return. Slowly at first, building to a flame he was afraid would consume him.

Then he met Nicole. She was a quiet, unassuming woman. They found they were comfortable with each other. She wasn't particularly beautiful, by many standards. Perhaps if she had worn more makeup. But that didn't appeal to her. She was very down to earth. That was one of the things he most liked about her. But he found her quite pretty. More importantly she was very easy to be with. She had a smile that made you feel good about yourself, about life. And her eyes. There was much behind those sparkling eyes, if one could find it.

And to top it off she did have one fine ass. A world class ass. A full, round, woman's ass. Not fat. But not a skinny, boyish ass either. It was an ass built for comfort, for love, for adoration. An ass that a man could get happily and comfortably lost in...

Their friendship was easy because there was no sexual tension between them. But she came to notice his preoccupation with the female behind. It's no secret that men love ass. Normally she would just ignore it. But his affection for the female behind went beyond anything she had ever seen. It intrigued her, even excited her on some levels. No man had affected her like that before.

One evening, over a couple of glasses of wine, she asked him about it. Sex had never been a big thing with Nicole. She wasn't asexual. She just found it usually more hassle than it was worth to her. The few times she had tried it she found it hard to get turned on and the payoff not worth the effort. So she resigned herself to the fact she was one of those people for whom sex would never be a big part of their life. She had those times when she had to relieve her tension through orgasm. It was nice. But it was rare and she only did it when she had to. In some ways she considered herself lucky it wasn't a big part of her life.

As the evening wore on she got him to open up more about his anal inclinations. He had gotten to the point where normal sex held little interest for him too. It was OK from time to time, but nothing to write home about, not for him. The highlight for him was when he got to spend some time with the woman's behind.

Most of the women he was with let him spend time with their butt as a part of foreplay. Some even liked the affection he showered their ass with afterward. But none of them had the deep appreciation for anal adoration that matched his own. It was fun. But he always found himself wanting more. Then there were the ones who tried to dominate him. They thought that anyone who loved kissing ass so much would be an easy mark. He wanted a lover, not a domme. He kicked their asses to the curb quickly.

He shared with Nicole, as completely as he could, that dark side of himself. A couple of bottles of wine had helped. But he also felt he could share this with her. He gambled she would accept him and still respect him, even if nothing ever happened between them. And that would be cool too. She was a good friend and easy to be with. You didn't find that every day.

Nicole found herself being aroused by his admission. No thought of any other sexual activity had ever stirred her so deeply. She knew he wasn't coming on to her. That both pleased and disappointed her at the same time. She was glad that he trusted her with his darkest secret - his most vulnerable side.

"It's simple" he said to her softly, his face close to hers, as he stared warmly into her eyes. "Think of every pleasant thing that you can that a man's hands and mouth could do to your bum, especially your asshole. Then imagine me doing them any time you want, for as long as you want -- passionately, adoringly, hungrily..."

Nicole found his passion appealed to her more than she thought anything could. Her pussy got moist. Her butt began to tingle, specially her asshole. A delicious tingling she had never felt before. A warmth, barely perceptible at first, began in her anus and slowly flowed out to the rest of her ass and pussy, like warm oil. Even her nipples tingled and get hard. These were things she wasn't used to, but wanted. No one else had ever made her feel that way.

She found herself staring at his lips, his tongue. She imagined the warmth, the passion, the tenderness they could give her in that most delicate and tender place -- that dark, soft, warm place between the cheeks of her ass. Her anus twitched and tingled at the thought of such affection.

Yes, such love, passion, and adoration would be for her ass primarily, not her. But that didn't matter much. At least it would be her ass he would be loving and adoring. The thought that he would make her ass the center of his world took hold of her in very deep, very strong, places.

Every woman wants someone who will make them the center of their world, to love, cherish, and adore her. That is the ideal situation. But the fact that her best friend would at least make her butt the center of his world was good enough. It was definitely the best prospect she had found so far, even better than she had come to allow herself to hope for. At least it would be with someone she truly loved and trusted.

"So, what do you think of having such a perv for a friend?" he asked her with a twinkle in his eye.

She was also happy that he was comfortable with this side of himself, that he had no hangups about it. "That's quite a story!" she had another sip of her wine. "Did you think I would reject you or look down on you for having such needs, such desires?"

"I was pretty sure you wouldn't..."

"No fears my friend. I still love you." Her eyes sparkled. "Thanks for sharing these things with me. And I don't think any less of you. I am glad that you accept who you are. Actually I think you are the finest man I have ever known."

"Really? Thanks. That's probably the sweetest thing any woman has ever said to me. You're the only one I ever have been so open with" he said with relief in his voice. "You're the only one I've ever felt comfortable enough to share this with, that I trust enough." He had shared the activity with a number of women, but never spoken much about it. Nicole was the first woman to care enough to ask him about it.

"That's good to know." She took another sip of her wine. Her heart was fluttering. She spoke before she even realized it. "So why have you never approached me about this? Don't you like my ass?" There was a hint of teasing in her voice. She blushed slightly. But the cat was out of the bag now.

He was surprised and intrigued by her question. "Hell no! I think you have a beautiful ass, probably the finest I've ever seen. I just didn't want to chance hurting our friendship. I have only done this with women I have been sexually involved with. I wouldn't know how to ask a woman about it otherwise. Besides, I thought you didn't have much interest in sex..."

"I see." She took another sip of her drink. "You're right. So far sex has been a disappointment to me. But, then again, I've never met anyone like you before. I find your passion quite, um -- interesting..." She took another sip of her wine. Her throat had gone dry. Her eyes twinkled at him.

All he could do was look at her, trying to assess her words properly. She broke the silence, speaking again before she even realized it. "So, if you had the chance, would you treat my ass the way you just described?"

His eyes widened. "My best friend's beautiful ass? Hell yes! Every chance I got!" he laughed. "I would consider it an honor to love you like that. Would you really share your sweet bum with me?"

She nodded. Her eyes sparkled even more. It wasn't lost on her that he had said love you like that, and not love your ass like that... "Hell yes! Every chance I got!" she said from deep inside. "And you would really consider it an honor to love my bum?

"Damn right."

"Mmmmm... That would make it even sweeter..." Another sip of wine.

They stared into each others eyes for a few moments, making a deep connection. Could it be this easy? he thought to himself. Would this wonderful woman really accept me this way, with no games, no bullshit? "Be careful" he laughed. "I could spend many hours, every day, with your adorable ass."

"Pretty much what I had in mind..." She was grinning from ear to ear. "After all, what kind of friend would I be if I didn't share my bum with my best bud? Especially when he wants and needs it so much?"

He was quite surprised at the turn of events. He kicked himself for not having the courage or smarts to approach her earlier about it. So much anal adoration time was just, hell, gone! "This goes way beyond friendship."

Nicole shrugged. "Not to me it doesn't. It's just my bum. If letting you love it the way you want will make you feel so good then it would make me happy to share it. Hell, most of the time I'm just sitting on it anyway. It would be nice to put it to some other good use for a change. And I can't think of a better use than to have you make us both feel good by caressing and kissing and licking and loving the hell out of it."

He grinned from ear to ear. Her words touched him in all the deepest, right places. She had just transformed into the most beautiful woman in the world right before his eyes. "Anyone ever kiss your bum before?" he asked. He didn't try to hide the bulge in his pants that was getting bigger by the moment.

"No. Had a few quite eager to fuck it though."

"Did you let them?"

"Hell no. Sex hasn't meant that much to me. Not even the normal kind. At first I thought there was something wrong with me. But I came to realize that many people are like me. Not everyone has to be sex crazy. So having a dick in my butt wasn't appealing at all. Maybe, if normal sex had felt right with someone, I would have considered anal sex. But it never really did."

"But having a tongue -- a soft, warm, loving, hungry tongue - in your bum is something you would like?"

"Yeah. It is now. I've never thought much about my butt at all, specially when it came to sex. To me it was just an ass. But I see it a whole lot differently now, because of you. Now I see it as something that can be used to share love and, well, just have a lot of fun! And having it loved the way you described - hell, a woman would have to be brain dead to not want that!!"

"And you are anything but brain dead" he said as he sat closer to her. "So you wouldn't mind that I would spend so much time with your sweet bum, loving the hell out of it, as you said?"

"I don't think so. Right now it sounds very appealing. I would sure like to try..."

"Any time. Let me know when you are ready" he said as he gently brushed the hair that had fallen across her eyes. The wine had brought a nice glow to her face.

Her appreciation for the fact that he never pressured her, for anything, made her love him more. "Now would be good." Her eyes sparkled.

"Works for me" he said softly.

"Good. How should we do this?"

"You get into any position you find comfortable. So long as I can get at your ass it will be good."

Nicole thought for a second. Then she got up and removed her jeans. She was wearing a thong. She lay on the sofa, on her side, her bum hanging over the edge. "This OK?"

"That is absolutely beautiful, Nicole" he said as he knelt beside her and gently caressed the milky skin of her butt. It had looked good in the jeans. Seeing it in all its naked glory was almost a religious experience for him. Her skin was silky smooth and flawless. Her cheeks were full and round. Every part of him wanted to love and adore her ass until he dropped. It had also been awhile since he had fed on a woman's behind. He was one hungry man and her ass looked like the best feast he had ever seen. Nourishing, but not fattening!

The hunger and fire in his eyes stirred Nicole in all the right places. The scene in front of her blew her away. Here was her best friend, the guy she considered the sweetest man in the world, on his knees before her ass. Her ass!! So far she had respected it for all its normal uses -- sitting, shitting, holding her jeans up... But now it was becoming the object of her best bud's love and adoration -- love and adoration that she was realizing she wanted more than anything else, and from no one else.

"Mmmmmm... That's nice" Nicole said softly.

"If you like that then you should love this" he said as he gently placed a warm kiss on the full part of her right butt cheek.

"Mmmmmmm... Can I get lots of those?" she purred.

He nodded his head without lifting it so his lips would brush gently across her skin. Her bum pushed out, reaching for his affection. He spent the next hour caressing and kissing her cheeks. Nicole reached back and removed the thong from her ass crack. The heat from her asshole wafted into his nose. He placed it against her anus and breathed deeply of her aromas. Her musky scent swirled in his brain. It was a scent he never grew tired of. Nicole's unique anal odors reached him like no other woman had.

He spent several moments examining her sweet asshole with his eyes and his fingers. She shaved so everything was silky smooth. Her perfect little rosebud instantly became the one he would gladly love forever. "You have the most beautiful anus I've ever seen, Nicole. It is... perfect... absolutely gorgeous..."

Her eyes widened at his words. She blushed. "Now there's a compliment I never thought I'd hear! Fuck, I love it!" She laughed a deep, full laugh. She tried to look stern. "You sure you're not just kissing my ass here, telling me what you think I want to hear..."

He loved the playful look on her face. "I've never lied to you, Nicole. And this is definitely something too important to me to start now. I mean it. Your asshole is the most adorable anal jewel I've ever seen. And just so we're clear, here's the only way I kiss ass..."

He wasted no time burying his face in the dark, soft, warmth of her anal valley. "I love you" he said softly as his lips kissed her sweet asshole for the first time. "Damn, how I love you" he said as his lips and tongue began a long anal adoration session of her delicious rosebud. Her anus responded eagerly to his affections. It twitched and tingled and pushed out at him.

As his lips met her anus Nicole almost levitated off the sofa. She tingled from head to toe. She felt that she was truly being made love to for the first time in her life. No other man's touch had affected her so strongly as his lips and tongue on her anus. But it wasn't just the feel of his warm skin. It was the heat and passion and hunger she felt pouring from him into her bottom. Her hand caressed his head and pushed his face in farther. "Fuck, that's just too incredible! Deeper, please!"

Her passion fulled his. He tried to fill her ass with his tongue. He would have crawled inside her bum if he could have, if that is what she wanted. For the next while the only thing that existed for either of them was the connection between his face and her ass. When he was finished he lay his head on her hip while his fingers slowly and gently traced every curve of her hips and cheeks.

"Mmmmmm... That was great" she said softly as she turned around and gently kissed his lips. The smell and taste of her ass on his mouth sent more shivers through her. She kissed him again, slowly. "Just one thing..."

"What's that?" He was afraid he had hurt her somehow.

"It felt to me like you were holding back. Please don't do that. I know that the affection is for my ass, and I have no problem with that. I just want you to let go. Love my ass with all your heart and passion. I'll let you know if it is ever too much. Can you do that? Please..."

He kissed her gently. "Yes, I can do that. From now on I will. Thanks for being so understanding. And I'm especially happy that you like this and want more. Your ass is definitely the finest I've ever loved. And because it is yours makes it extra special."

Nicole smiled. "That's so damn sweet. I just want you two lovers to be happy" she said as she glanced over her shoulder at her bum, then back into his eyes.

"I hope I will make you and your sweet bum as happy as you make me by letting me love you there" he said as he kissed her gently on the lips. "Thank you for sharing it with me. You are the sweetest lover I've ever known. And I'm glad it is your ass, Nicole. You are the best friend I've ever had."

"Any time" said Nicole softly. "You're my best bud too. I think it's great that my sorry ass can make you so happy. And it makes me feel damn good too. Who'd a thunk?"

He gently slapped her bum. "There is nothing sorry about your sweet ass, Nicole. So don't ever let me hear you say that again or you will find yourself over my knee for some very different anal attention."

Her eyes widened with surprise. She loved the playful twinkle in his eyes. "Hmmmm... I'll have to think about that..."

It was his turn to be surprised.

***** The love affair grows...

The next night found them in the same place. This time he totally abandoned himself to his passion. It had been a long time since he had been able to make his kind of love to a woman's behind fully. He was glad it was Nicole's bum. He knew that she was truly cool with this love affair he was having with her ass. And it truly was the finest ass he had ever been intimate with. It was his ideal of the perfect female ass, in all ways. He kept asking himself how he ever got so damn lucky, blessed even.




Soul Mates



Nicole found herself blown away by the amount of tenderness, affection, and passion he showered her ass with. Things stirred deep inside her. Her pussy got very moist. If someone had made love to me like that, she thought to herself, I would have given myself to them in a heartbeat.

In a small way she was jealous of her butt. But there was no real resentment. Mostly she was glad to be getting such attention. And it was getting more precious with each passing moment, each caress, each kiss. If a day went by when she didn't get such affection it was like something was seriously missing.

It became a regular thing between them. When he could, sometimes for hours, he showered Nicole's ass with all the passion he had. She found herself playing with her pussy during these session. For the first time in her life she had decent orgasms. Sex was interesting and easy in ways it had never been...

Sometimes Nicole wore a pair of sweat pants or pajama bottoms that had the seat cut out of them. It was her idea. She knew how much he loved her bum and wanted to display it as much as she could. She took feminine pride and delight in the attention her ass was able to command from him. She also wanted him to know that her ass was available 24/7. It kept surprising her how easily she had come to love his anal attention and how much she wanted it. She thought, hoped, that maybe he would spend more time with her bum if she kept it on display.

And he did. Every chance he got. It surprised and pleased him the first time he saw her wearing the modified sweat pants. She was standing at the sink washing dishes. He put his arms around her and kissed her cheek. "You are such a treat, Nicole. Thank you." Her eyes twinkled as she kissed him softly on his lips.

Then he got on his knees and adored her until she was finished. First he kissed her cheeks all over. Then he planted his upturned face firmly between her beautiful cheeks and adored and fed on her sweet anus. His affection caused Nicole to lose focus on the dishes. It would take her much longer to finish them than she intended, but that was OK with her.

In playfulness Nicole relaxed on his face and used it for a seat. That made him even hungrier for her ass. When she tried to rise he asked her to continue sitting on him. She told him that she had only being playing. It had felt good, but she was not totally comfortable with using him that way. She was also afraid she might hurt him.

(He told her that he was willing to have his face be her seat any time she liked. He would consider it an honor to serve her that way. His face became a place for Nicole to rest her sweet bum from that day forward. She had trouble getting used to the idea that she wasn't hurting him in any way.

He bought her a rimming stool. This way he could be under her without having to bear her weight. She liked that idea. Eventually she became quite comfortable with it. Both of them felt they had died and gone to heaven every time she rested her lovely ass on her adoring throne.

To thank him for his adoration to her ass Nicole would use her hands to help them both to orgasm. Now that she was free from the worry of possibly hurting him with her weight she focused her attention to their genitals. They got into a rhythm between her hands and his mouth. Nicole was able to control the pace and duration of their sessions. They usually lasted until his mouth and her asshole were getting very sore. The orgasms were always great.)

Afterward he helped her dry the dishes and clean up. Having her bum on display at all times was a treat. She enjoyed the freedom and sensuality of being partly naked. He loved the view. As for bending over when he was around, well, Nicole did that at her own risk -- or when her asshole wanted some special attention, which was often...

Nicole tried to make her ass as accessible as possible. She was coming to want - even need - these session as much as he did. Having his tongue deep inside her ass, hungrily feeding on her with all his strength and passion, made her feel better than she ever thought possible. She was queen of the world. To them it was a bit of heaven on earth -- at least their little corner of paradise. Their joy from the love they shared from this anal adoration seemed to extend from her asshole to eternity...

But often he would just caress her bum and play with her anus while she curled up on his lap. He had come to discover all the things that pleased her (which were the same things he enjoyed doing) and was attentive to her desires as much as he could be. It was win-win.

***** The commitment...

They found he was spending more time at her place than his own. So they decided to move in together. They had separate bedrooms. Except for sleeping, which they preferred to do apart, they never used them anyway. Most of their time together at home was spent in the living room, or kitchen, or showering together.

One morning he surprised her by waking her up with an anal tongue massage. He wasn't sure how she would take it. He had never entered her room before without her permission. He had to pass her door to get to the bathroom. It was open. She almost never did that. He took it as an invitation, which he was later to find out it was.

Nicole's bum was uncovered. Her back was turned to the door. Her ass was aimed right at him, like an offering, which it was. He quietly entered her room and knelt beside her bed. Her cheeks were already open because of her position so it was easy to reach her anus.

His gentle kisses on her rosebud slowly worked their way into her consciousness. Nicole was pleasantly surprised when she realized what was happening. She reached back with her hand and spread her cheeks wider as she pushed her ass back onto his face. His tongue hungrily went deeply into her asshole. He knew he would never have enough of it. Nicole felt the same way. The more time he spent with her ass the more they both wanted it, even needed it.

"You realize you've started something" she said as he kissed and licked her anus. "I'll be expecting this kind of wake up every morning now."

"Yes, Milady." She smiled over her shoulder as he kissed her anus hungrily, adoringly. Then he slipped his tongue back into her anal passage and continued to deep massage it just the way she loved -- they loved. As usual all of his passion and attention was focused on her asshole. It was the center of his world -- their world - when they were together like this. The love shared between their lips -- his oral and her anal -- was the sweetest thing they knew.

When he was adoring Nicole, her anus became his life and he lived to serve and please it. This wasn't lost on her. It was exactly what she wanted. Every day she found herself loving him more than she thought possible.

She learned to control her anal muscles to be able to kiss him with her asshole, to massage his tongue when it was inside of her. She would hold and pull his tongue in a vice like grip which sent shivers through both of them. His tongue got very sore sometimes, as did her asshole. But they would never complain. He deeply appreciated Nicole's efforts to increase the pleasure of the experience for both of them.

On mornings when they had to go to work he would come in a few minutes earlier for her wake up call. On weekends she would move so he could lay on the bed behind her. He would gladly bury his face in the warm, soft darkness of her bum so they could become one with each other through her asshole. Sometimes she would doze off several times so he would have to give her many wake up calls.

Sometimes he would doze off with his face between her cheeks. Nicole would put her hand behind his head to hold it in place. They both loved the feel of his face in her ass. Nicole particularly loved the feeling of his warm breath across her anus and pussy. Often they wouldn't get up until well after noon...

***** A pleasant turn of events...

One day, as he was ready to snuggle in behind Nicole to adore her, she lay on her back and pulled him to her. "I want you..." she said softly.

He loved the sparkle in her eye. "I want you too..." They kissed long and deep as his erection found the depths of her hot, wet, hungry pussy. They made love for hours. It took a bit of work but soon he was feasting on her tits while one hand held her head and the other one massaged her anus.

Her nimble hands found their way to his butt and balls. One hand massaged his sack while the other one worked a couple of fingers into his anus to massage his prostate. Their orgasms rocked both of them like they had never known. The bed sheet was soaked by the time they finished. Sex had never been so fulfilling for either one of them.

It surprised them both that they found making love to each other so easily -- especially since, for different reasons, it had not been of much interest to either one of them before. But it was sweet and easy now. There was no pressure. Whenever she wanted him he would be very willing and happy to make love to her. He left it to her to instigate those moments. No pressure. It was sweeter that way.

But the majority of their love life centered around his affection and adoration for her beautiful ass. It never grew old. It made her feel loved and appreciated in ways she had never thought possible. And it fulfilled him from balls to bones.

No matter how many times he made love to her through her ass it was always like the first time. Sweet. Passionate. Loving. Adoring. He was always a passionate and attentive lover. The regular sex was a bonus, a very pleasant and unexpected response to his anal affections. It was all good. Better than good. It was all done in love.

They talked about anal sex. They decided that they were quite happy to let his mouth make love to her ass and leave his dick for her pussy. Neither one of them found oral sex particularly appealing. But they did find themselves helping each other to orgasm more frequently by using their hands.

As for the spanking, it turned out that Nicole did have a liking for the occasional erotic spanking -- not just the cheeks, but her anus too. It was such a delight to watch it bounce from the blows from his hands. Watching it turn a lovely shade of red was also a treat. Her ass took on a lovely roseate glow. It was always lovely, adorable. The both of them continued to explore all the ways that a woman's ass can be a source of pleasure. And Nicole's ass proved to be a constant source of pleasure for both of them.

The only thing they hadn't tried was having Nicole rim him. For his part he never expected it and left any possibility of it to her. From Nicole's perspective she found herself more and more considering the prospect of returning the same affection to him. If it was true that it is more blessed to give than to receive then the prospects seemed quite intriguing. The fact that she thought he had a very sweet ass didn't hurt...

It is said that the way to a man's heart is through his genitals, and the way to a woman's genitals is through her heart. It seemed that the way to both their hearts and their genitals was through his passion for her ass -- her warm, soft, dark, sweet, loving ass -- and his love and adoration for it, and her. The fact that she had come to want and need this affection from him as much as he wanted and needed to give it to her definitely didn't hurt. lol

It was their mutual love for this anal adoration that had sparked the love between them. It could be said that his need to love her asshole -- and her need to have it loved -- had made them whole. And isn't that what soul mates do for each other?

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For those who don't mind getting a little behind in their reading...



Soul mates



It was a whirlwind romance. We married within 6 months of meeting. I was a virgin the day we married, he said he was too.

We were the perfect couple. Many of the things he enjoyed were my favorites too. Others we complimented each other in the way we handled them. The rest we sort of divided up as to whoever did those best.

He was a wonderful lover who always said I did just the right thing or had the right touch every time. We had been trying for almost a year to have a child but nothing yet.

We both worked in retail management in different large chain stores. 

The only glitch in the works was the hours we worked. We both had the same 2 days off each week, but there were many times during the week we would only see each other to say hello and goodbye. Occasionally there would be 3 or 4 days in a row like that. But, when we were together again, it was heavenly!

Like I said we had an almost perfect existence. 

Until the evening I got home from work at 10:30 to find the house almost empty. There was one set of dishes; none of them matched, the plate and bowel were both chipped and cracked. The silverware was all mismatched too. I was left a disposable plastic cup and the beer stein I gave him for as a gift, for the simple reason that he liked it. 

He left the card table and chairs as well as a stinky old bean bag seat he had since he was a child. The furniture in the master bedroom was gone; he was gracious enough to leave the furnishings in the guest bedroom. The sheets looked like a week long orgy had taken place on them. I found out later that was what happened. Hmmm, maybe that was why he left them.

On the kitchen counter was a copy of some divorce papers, the house keys and his ring. 

Next to that pile was a note that said he "...felt suffocated in our marriage and was leaving. He had found his one true love and was moving to a new area to work for a different company." 

I soon vowed to never look for him.

My world had collapsed. We were scheduled to have the next 3 days off together; this only happened 2 or 3 times a year. 

Somewhere along the line I found out that she was just another in a series of affairs he was having. Most were married customers he had dealings with where he worked. The affairs had been going on since before we met. 

That night I slept on a few blankets thrown on the floor. My pillow was some clothing stuffed into a favorite t shirt.

The next day at about 2 in the afternoon his mother called. She had no idea he was gone. I was less than polite. She called my mother and they came over to see how they could help. They both started looking into what he had left behind. The auto and home insurance were not changed, his mother dropped his car from the insurance and had his name dropped from both insurances. My mother checked the savings and checking accounts and found that he had not touched them. There was not a lot of money, but I was marched down to the bank and transferred everything except $5 to new accounts. My direct deposit was redirected to the new account. All the joint charge cards were closed and a few new ones were opened in my name only. 

The cards were paid off until he ran out. Mostly he used his own cards to run away. Instead of forwarding his mail I burned it.

When we returned my father was just finishing changing the locks.

They inventoried everything left in the house. We had supper and they left for the evening. 

I cried myself to sleep again that night. It took me almost a year to get over him. I spent a lot of that time crying, ranting and depressed. I was near bottom. There were times I barely managed to function.

The next morning both Moms and Dads showed up at 11. They had brought furniture to replace what was removed. It was all used items from their houses, with a few items from Goodwill. Even though it was used, it all was serviceable. They brought in sheets, towels, pots and pans and an entire set of good dishes and silverware.

For castoffs the house looked nice. I was glad they brought my entire childhood bedroom. I had them place it in the 3rd bedroom and some other furniture they brought was placed in the Master bedroom. I had already moved all my belongings out of that room and settled into the smaller room. My mother and dad thoroughly cleaned the master suite and guest room, and then pulled the doors closed. I never went into those rooms again.

His father took the divorce papers and a copy of the letter to his brother Mark. He is the meanest, nastiest divorce lawyer in these parts. He advised me to allow time to pass and file to divorce for desertion. If my ex wanted it quicker he would pay for everything; I mean everything. Meanwhile Mark documented every detail and had the papers for a counter suit to the one written by the ex drawn up. The bedding was stored in an air tight container to preserve the integrity of the evidence after some of the stains were tested for DNA. My bill was $1 and a homemade dinner when the dust settled.

On the 3rd day of my new life I called some realtors and chose one to list the property for sale.

The next week some neighbors from the next block over dropped by to visit. It seems that he had run off with their daughter. The police had found her and reported that she was there by her own choice; she had just turned 18 the month before. There was nothing they could do.

I told them "...I don't want to know where those 2 are. Get off my property and never come back."

Life was rough for a while. I was frightened, lonely and worried about where my life would now take me. Gradually my life settled down. I gravitated toward an internet chat room for singles. I observed for a while before I joined. I made a few friends; but one person in particular seemed to be compatible and we started to talk more and more. 

I had chosen the screen name Lonelygirl524. It had been 524 days since he left that I joined. 

He went by the name Tigger2. He claimed to be looking for his Pooh bear. 

He claimed he was recently separated and was waiting for the final decree on his divorce. He claimed she had left him for another man and he was devastated. 

Friends recommended that I not give personal information until we knew each other better. We agreed to never give the other personal information, later I found out why he liked that idea. It took a while, but we eventually gravitated toward cyber sex with each other. We shared our fantasies and dreams about sex. He was always so gentle and kind as we talked; I thought I might have found a soul mate again.

We talked for 14 months before I found out that he lived in Chicago. I only found that out when I told him I would be away for a few days at training conferences in town with my company.

He offered to show me his city, take me to dinner and see where it went from there.

I arrived 2 days early to settle in, the second day we were to meet. He had my hotel room number. 

After checking in I spent the next 24 hours primping, masturbating and getting worked up for his arrival.

Precisely at noon, the agreed upon time, there was a knock on the door.

I looked through the peep hole to see him there. My heart stopped. 

I opened the door a bit, with the security devices in place. I stayed out of sight. He asked "Is this the room where I might find Lonelygirl524?"

"Not in this life time or any other." was my sharp reply. I showed my face to him and quickly slammed the door and locked it. 

Then I shouted through the door "Hotel security is on the way up. Get the hell out of here and don't come back!"

He turned to leave and I watched as he walked away. I pulled the door open just a bit and shouted "DO NOT EVER TRY TO CONTACT ME AGAIN!"

The second soul mate in my life was the same as the first. Now that I think back on it I wish I had a picture of the look on his face when he saw who I was.

His mother and I talk, she did nothing wrong. We are good friends. She told me a few months earlier that he now had 2 children, with a 3rd ready to drop any day. The first 2 were born 65 months apart. After being with him for a while none of the mothers want anything from him except child support.

He never did marry the girl he ran off with. That girl left him, after a month, to live with a former boyfriend who was in the next town. She did the same thing they did to me; no furniture or dishes left. 

He tells his Mother he is miserable and wishes he had never left me. She told him to leave me alone. 

He can't marry anyone yet, after almost 4 years we never completed the divorce. 

I now can see the truth; he is a serial cheater and will never be true to anyone. I know I should be angry, but the encounter released from any residual love I might have felt for him.

When I get home it is time to finally become free and hopefully find a new soul mate.



Soul Mates



 Hello readers,

In this story we go back to visit a character that was introduced in another story. If you haven't read "When a Woman's Fed Up" please do. Kate Lane was a key player in that story and I wanted to give her a chance to have her own story told. 

Please read and enjoy. I want to thank Andi for proofreading and editing this piece for me. You rock lady. 

All characters are above the age of consent. Please feel free to share your thoughts. IR2R

*****

Detective Kate Lane arose from her bed, carefully not to disturb her companion. At thirty-two, she was ready to settle down and maybe have a couple of young ones. Sadly for her that seemed like a pipe-dream. No one was interested in marrying a career detective. Kate sighed, and reflected. Over the years she had helped apprehend some devious criminals. She had a high rate of putting bad guys behind bars. Too bad, she could not find a man that was willing to see her as a woman and not just a detective. 

She sighed; the guy in her bed knew she was a woman. They shared an on again off again sexual relationship for over two year now. That's what last night was about. He had met someone new and wanted to be with her. He ended things with Kate and she was with him one more time.

He woke up, and she told him to make coffee. He grunted in reply and dressed. Kate showered and was dressing as she listened to him move around her kitchen. Kate ran her hand through her deep red hair, a gift from her Irish ancestry, and sighed. She was gifted, and it was useful in her line of work. Until a few years ago, she had never met another person like her. Kate smiled as she thought of her friends, Chase and Lana. Chase was powerful, and if she could get someone like him here with her now, they would be able to find this guy. She would not ask Chase to come though. 

If she called, Lana would agree that he could come, but Kate would not allow that to happen. She had her reasons. Besides, she was taking some time off. They need help, and she wanted to bring in another seer. The other agents in the office thought she was insane but not her boss. Kate's record was impeccable, and if she wanted to bring in a psychic, she was getting one.

She heard the door close and knew her companion was gone. She felt a slight twinge. Last night was her last time with him. She thought of her dad and grandmother. Father moved back to Ireland and Grammy passed away years ago. She was on her own now. Grammy told her that they descended from the Laird of the Highlands. Kate was proud of her heritage, and when she met Lana and Chase, she told her Grammy about them. Grammy smiled, and told her that there were others that were gifted. When Grammy passed, a piece of her heart went with her. Last year when Pa returned to Ireland, he took the rest of it. Sighing and deciding to deal with her doldrums later, Kate made a quick breakfast and dressed for work.

Donning a dark pantsuit, placing her hair in a bun, Kate reported in.

"Officer Lane, good morning," her coworkers greeted. Kate spoke and stopped to chat for a bit, then she went into her office. Hot cup of tea in hand, she was ready to start working on her case. This last case was a challenge. 

The killer had a certain demographic, and no one could get an idea of what the guy looked like. He targeted the mentally ill, and their descriptions ranged from Santa Claus to Captain America. He took his victims, fed them, and then tortured them for days before killing them. Kate sensed something about this killer. When she looked over the crime scenes, she could sense something deeper, more dark and sinister than just a serial killer. Her instinct told her this man was out for vengeance. She was a seer. Unlike the other detectives, she understood this criminal to a certain degree. She needed help. At first, she was denied permission to bring in an consultant, but as more bodies surfaced, her boss granted her permission. They needed supernatural help to catch this guy. He trusted Kate. If she needed another psychic, then she could have one. There was only one other person that was as powerful as she was and he was married. She could not dare ask him to come. But he did say he had brothers. Maybe, they would be as powerful a Chase. 

Waiting a beat, she walked to her supervisor's office. He was waiting and Kate explained once again why she needed to go see these tribesmen. She finished and waited. She had two weeks, after that she had to return with or without the help. Kate stood and thanked her boss, She had to go home and pack. She had to go to a place where no one knew her and convince a person she had never met to accompany her back home and help stop a killer. Another agent was carrying on with her investigation, but she didn't have a lot of time. He had other still searching. She had two weeks, to find a clairvoyant and convince him or her to join the bureau.

Kate smiled and then she called Lana.

Lana Davis-Whitefeather was answered her phone at work. She didn't recognize the number, but thought maybe it was something important.

"Officer Whitefeather, have you considered my request to join the bureau?" Kate asked

Lana smiled, "Kate, how are you? You should visit."

Kate sighed, "No time. Actually, I called to ask a favor. I want to travel to the area where Chase grew up. Can you tell me about his brothers, are any of them gifted like Chase?"

Lana sighed. Chase was the best, but if she had to choose another it would be his older brother Colin.

"Colin is a lot like Chase. Why?" Lana asked.

"Well, Chase is gifted, and I need help. I need a person that might see something I keep missing." Kate explained.

Lana was about to say she could check with Chase when Kate stopped her. "I can't ask your husband to come here. I'm attracted to him, and I value our friendship too much to risk ruining it. However, if I wasn't, I would love to have him look at some things and explore some places with me. However, if I can meet one of his family members and if they too have the gift of sight, maybe I can convince them to help me with this case."

Lana sighed and warned her. "Kate, Colin can be difficult. He won't agree easily." 

Kate sighed, "I'm used to it. I have to catch a flight. Thanks Lana." Then she hang up. Three hours later, her plane landed and she headed to local hotel. Contacting the police chief on town she explained her situation and asked to be escorted to the reservation where Chase's tribe resided.

The police chief called ahead and gained permission to bring Kate to the reservation. Kate arrived in a police cruiser as Chief Joe met her. He was much older, but extremely handsome. She could see where Chase inherited his good looks. A lovely woman stood beside him. She smiled and Kate blushed.

"Welcome Officer Lane, I wonder how my people can help you?" He stated plainly. Kate sighed. Lana was right. This was not going to be easy.

"Don't be nervous. We won't bite, but remember the chief is taken, so you can look but don't touch." His wife teased. Kate started to apologize when his wife laughed and took her arm. "Come with us." The sheriff drove off, but not before asking about Willow. The Chief frowned and suggested that he head back to his office. 

She journeyed with the chief and his wife to his office. Kate sat and then started to explain why she came. As soon a she started, someone burst in and her body shook. He was powerful, forceful, and ticked off. Kate turned and laid eyes on the most handsome man she had ever seen in her life. Her energy was charged and there was a magnetic pull between them. For a second she was breathless. Colin was stunned into silence as he focused on the beautiful redhead in front of him. Kate's heart raced. Her palms began to sweat. Her mouth had gone dry. Looking at his hands quickly, she didn't see a ring. That didn't mean anything, but it gave her hope. 

She faced him and was about t introduce herself when his father spoke. Kate didn't mind. At this point her brain had gone to mush and her mouth could not formulate any words.

"Colin Whitefeather." She gasped. 

Dark eyes zeroed in on her. Kate could not hide her response to his sheer presence. He sneered at her, actually curled his top lip and sneered. "Who are you and why are you here?" He demanded.

Kate swallowed, and then she was pissed. He didn't intimidate her. No man did. Standing to her full height she faced this irritatingly handsome male. "I am Detective Kate Lane with the FBI and I have come to you for help."

Chief Joseph and Mary were silent. They had never seen their son react like this to anyone. Even when Chase came and brought Lana home with their son, Colin was distant but pleasant. However with this woman, he reacted, and his parents were happy.

"I worked with your sister a few years back in apprehending an abusive killer. I met your brother Chase and..." Colin interrupted before she could finish. 

"Let me guess, you think you can find another guy like my brother here. We are not substitute for your weird white girl fantasies. You need to leave." He ordered.

The Chief stood, but Mary stopped him. Kate faced this angry man and before she could help it, her Irish temper flared.

"Now you wait just a minute. I don't know who you think you are, but you will not talk to me that way. I am not some simple little female you can boss around. I came here because I need to see if someone else is psychic like your brother, and thankfully, it's not you. You are the most arrogant, insufferable, bully of a man I have ever met. Believe me, if I knew of any other place I could go for help, it would not be here near your insufferable presence."

Colin loved it. Her hair flowed around her face like a flame. Her eye flashed with fury, and she didn't back down. He wanted her. He could only imagine what a night in her bed would be like. However, wanting and having were two different things. 

Just then his other two brothers and his sister arrived. They were surprised to see someone squaring off at their brother. Besides, Chase , no one stood a chance in an argument with Colin.

The Chief cleared his throat, and Kate was contrite instantly. She could not believe she had only been here fifteen minutes and already lost her temper. Colin walked away and sat. His eyes never leaving her, and Kate was introduce to the rest of the chief's family.

She was perfect. Colin could never imagine meeting a woman that challenged him on all levels. He wanted this girl, but she was off limits. He only dated Native American women. Kate was many things, but she was not his type. She relaxed and smiled at his brothers. He wanted to punch both of them, but he reminded himself that she was off limits. Mom had made dinner, and everyone sat to joined them except Colin. He sat watching Kate. 

She looked tired. He could tell she had not been sleeping. For a second, Colin wondered if she was taking care of herself. Shaking himself mentally, he reminded himself that her sleeping habits were not his business. She laughed at something Lakota said. His sister, Willow sat beside her and he could see that she really liked this woman. Willow was shy and not used to being around many people. When Chase and Lana came back home to visit, Willow hugged Lana and Fisher never wanting to let them go. Lakota brought girls home and Willow avoided them. It was the same way with Rand. 

However, this woman, she accepted her instantly. He listened as Kate explained why she came and asked questions about their gifts. Then she mentioned a killer. He perked up. She could sense the guy, but somehow he eluded her. She remembered that Chase had the gift of sight, and was hoping that another family member was gifted as well. She was not comfortable asking Chase to leave his family so she would ask one of the family members that was not married.

Willow placed her hand on Kate's shoulder, and closed her eyes. She saw a monster, big, hairy, scary. He hated Kate and wanted to hurt her. In her vision, the monster sliced Kate in to pieces. Willow gasped, and opened her eyes. She gasped, her eyes as round as saucers. "Kate, he's evil and he wants to hurt you."

Kate smiled, "I know Willow, but he has a fight coming if he tries."

Kate liked Willow and sensed a power deep within, but she was not strong enough. She faced Lakota and Rand. Rand was the youngest male, and too darn cute. They would not get any work done because she could see that he was a big flirt. Lakota however, was gifted, and seemed to be able to focus. She smiled, and was hoping that the chief would allow one of these gifted people to go back home with her. 

Then she thought of Colin. He was in the room, yet she refused to look his way. The back if her neck burned and she knew that his eyes bore into her skin. She felt hot. Unable to resist Kate glanced at the tall handsome man in the counter. The oldest of all of the children, he was their protector. Colin Whitefeather was the epitome of an alpha male. He would demand her full submission and she would have no choice but to comply. Colin sat, his eye growing darker as his body flamed with need. He had to go. She was beautiful, yes, but she was not his type. Besides in a few days, she would leave and thing would return to normal. If only she was Cheyenne... Colin took control of himself. She was not his type, and no matter how beautiful, he was not pursuing her.

"Oh, I am here for a few weeks." She explained. "If one of you decide to come with me, I want to explain the case and everything we have done." 

Colin faced her and growled.  Weeks! Did she just say two weeks?

Kate shivered. Pure unadulterated lust filled her body. She wanted him. She knew it would not be permanent, but for one night before she left, she would taste Colin Whitefeather. Somehow, their eyes locked. Kate never averted her gaze and a ghost of a smile crossed Colin's lips. She was a worthy adversary, but he was not getting involved with her. Colin turned and walked out. She would be here a few weeks, and he would go insane wanting her. Once he was outside, Colin took a deep breath. His cock throbbed, heart pounded, and all he could imagine was Kate beneath him in his bed. He had to get this under control.





Soul Mates







Soul Mates



Kate sighed, "I'm not a quitter. If I give this case to someone else before I get this guy, he wins. Besides, he killed Orton. He has to pay."

Colin sighed, and for reasons unknown to him she took his hand. "Thank you for dinner. It was so sweet of you. "

Colin tightened his grip. Kate's heart raced. He moved to take her in his arms. "He won't hurt you. I promise."

Kate hugged him. He made her feel so safe. "Colin" She whispered.

His body hardened. 

"Kate, go to your room. I'll clean up." He stated. He needed her away from him now or their relationship would change significantly. 

"No," She answered and then she kissed him. No longer able to resist. Colin tasted this amazing woman. Pulling him to the sofa, Kate lay back, pulling his body over hers. 

"Kate, stop." Colin whispered.

"Colin, I need you, please." Kate leaded so sweetly. No longer able to resist, Colin gave in to his desires that he had fought since the first day he met her. 

"Too many clothes," She gasped. Coin agreed, and they both undressed and went back into the others arms. Colin stopped and admired her. The woman was amazing, and he smiled when he noticed her small tattoo above her hip bone. A wild Irish rose. He traced the tat and whispered "Beautiful"

Kate blushed. She started to explain, but the time for talking was done. Colin undressed and she forgot to breath. His body was toned and firm. He unfastened his jeans and her mouth went today. His cock was long, thick, and hers. Licking her lips, Kate would not wait to taste him. Reaching forward, he grasped her wrists. 

"Babe, wait." Colin joined her, kissing her passionately. Kate caressed his body, her body aflame with need and desire. Kissing her neck, nipping her skin, Colin groaned. She tasted so sweet and he was in heaven. Kate moaned, her body was on fire. Her sex was hot, sweltering. It needed more than a light caress. She needed him.

Cupping her heat, Colin moaned. He had never had a woman that was this hot this soon for him. "Colin." She moaned.

His body covered hers as she spread her thighs. Sinking deep into her warm, Colin groaned. Kate climaxed at the feel of him entering her heat. Moving slowly, Colin loved her. Sliding in and out of her body, Colin wanted to brand this woman as his. Soon, she came, her body enveloping his. Unable to hold out any longer, Colin filled her body with his seed. Kate came again and together they spiraled into a climatic heaven.

Colin held her close as she dozed. "Babe, you're tired. Come on. Let me help you into bed."

Colin carried her into her bedroom, and placed her in her bed. He stood to leave when Kate asked him to stay. Not one to ever refuse her anything, Colin joined her and soon they both slept.

A few hours later, Kate awoke and turned in to his tall frame. She wanted him again. So she stroked his body, waking him, and Colin gladly joined her in her amorous exploration. A few hours later, her alarm sounded and she had to prepare for work. She showered and waited for Colin. Soon they walked to the coffee shop and saw Peech and Jackie. The two women greeted them and then went to work. 

Colin simply watched. Kate Lane was an amazing woman. She deserved to be given the world.

Outside, someone watched and became infuriated, She is mine. He dies today. I'm done with the old and sick people. Kate will now who I am. She will beg me to spare her. First, I will kill that smug bastard that is with her. Slamming his hand into the side of his van, he dented the vehicle. He had one more goal, "Kill the Indian."

Colin and Kate reported to her office. They took great pains to keep their relationship under wraps. However, several people noticed the sly looks and light touches. Another call came in. The coffee shop called Kate directly. A Large man kicked in the back door and took Peech. Kate took off, and her team was behind her. Jackie was waiting for an ambulance. He struck her with a large knife cutting her deeply. She described him and Kate knew he was the guy.

"What happened?" She asked, "What made him snap?" Colin saw something. Peech was bait. 

"Kate, stay here, He wants you to follow. This is a game to him. He has her in a dark room. He will kill her and nothing can stop him. His goal is to harm you. I can't allow that."

The police were searching, and followed clear leads. Kate's team went out, leaving her and a few agents with Jackie. The staff at the diner was extremely helpful, and for the first time they had a chance of catching this guy. Kate just prayed Peech didn't die while they were searching. 

As the police and detective rushed out to search for Peech, Kate waited at the hospital with Jackie. She was out of surgery, and the doctors expected a full recovery. Kate was relieved. To her surprise the owner of the coffee shop waited with her. Both went in to see Jackie.

Jackie had to tell Kate about the man. "He was waiting behind the diner. After Mr. Ken left, he kicked the door. He grabbed Peech and I hit him. I didn't see the knife until he got me with it. Have you found Peech? Did he hurt her?"

"No, we're looking. You gave us some good leads." Kate explained.

The small group stayed until her nurse told them she needed rest. Kate headed back to the diner. She wanted to look around. He had to have left something. 

Meanwhile, Colin knew he had here some place dark and cold. The police officers wanted to retreat but Colin wanted to keep searching. This man was a threat to his Kate and he had to help put this man away.

Knowing he has no real authority, Colin returned to the diner. Kate rushed to him. He held her close and for a moment they forgot she was lead detective, and that they agreed to be discreet.

"It's OK. We will stop him." Colin whispered.

Kate sighed, but for some reason could not let him go. Leeson entered and cleared his throat, reminding them that they were not alone. The team then briefed them on what they found.

They were close now, closer than ever before. They had a face and soon would have a name. All they needed was location. 

A call came through and they had identification. Kate froze. She knew this guy. 

"I know him." Kate shared.

Everyone froze. This changed things and it made sense now. The new information was shared and everybody took off. Kate had a hunch and as soon as the all clear was given, she hit the door. Colin sensed it and he followed her.

"Colin, let me go alone. If I can find him, maybe I can reason with him." Kate tried to explain, but Colin was not agreeing. 

"We'll call Agent Leeson and then we can go when he gets here." He added.

Kate was furious. "Wait, this is my case I asked you to come here as a consultant. You will not dictate to me what I should do." 

Colin yelled back. "Woman, if you think I'm giving that monster a shot at you, think again. Last night changed things for me, for us. I will die before I let him or any other person harm you Kate. So get off of your high horse for once and let someone look out for you. You are not going after him alone. That's all there is to it."

Kate was stunned. "It was just sex, Colin. It was not that big of a ..." 

Before she could finished she was in his arms. He kissed her and she flamed. He had to have her now, Unfastening her jeans, Colin made quick work of stripping her naked. His pants followed. Lifting her and moving between her thighs, he entered her. Her body fit him like a glove as he pumped deep inside of her wetness. She came and came harder than she ever had in her life. Colin was not done. She wanted to relegate last night to just sex, then he would show her she was wrong and he did the one thing no man had ever accomplished. He made Kate Lane submit, and state that she belonged to him.

Kate was a mass of nerves when he lifted her and carried her to their bed. Lying down beside her, Colin kissed her until she forgot to think. "Kate Lane, I will never agree to you being in harm's way. We will stop him, and you will be protected."

"Colin, my job..." Kate tried to explain. 

"Baby, there are other jobs." Colin sighed and pulled her on top of his body. "Your main job is not getting hurt by that bastard."

Secretly Kate loved it. He made her feel as if she was the most precious of all jewels. She would often scoff at women who felt the need to be protected, but now she understood completely.

"Come on, let's finish undressing so we can rest." Coin suggested, and they did.

However, poor Peech wasn't resting. She wasn't crying anymore either. She was no longer breathing. The sick sadistic bastard took his time with her. He placed a vat below her and cut holes until she slowly bled to death. He was not satisfied. Kate should have come after him by now, Tomorrow, he was killing that Indian. 

Kate knew she would not find Peech alive. She also knew he was not done. Laying in Colin's arms, she held him even closer. Kate was afraid. What if she could not stop this guy? What if he somehow got away.

Colin tightened his grip, and whispered, "I'm here and I'm not leaving."

Kate didn't sleep. She waited and when Colin was finally sleeping peacefully she got up. She was going out. He had to be somewhere near. He had Peech in less than thirty minutes and he vanished in thin air. Kate dressed quickly and quietly left her apartment. She drove. She knew two things; he preyed on the less fortunate and he drove a big vehicle. As she was driving her phone rang, she started to ignore it. 

"Where are you? Come back home now, Kate." Colin demanded.

"Colin, I have to find him. He took Peech. I promised her I would make sure she was safe." Kate explained.

As she talked, a huge van came out of nowhere and rammed her. Dropping the phone and screaming, Kate's small car crashed. Colin ran out of her house. He had to find her now. Closing his eyes, he asked his spirit guide to protect her and take him to her. He called Leeson immediately as he took off in search of Kate.

They found her car. She was not in it. They knew, Whoever this killer was, he had taken a federal agent hostage. 

Kate awoke in a dark dingy room. She was tied to a chair and a plate of food was placed in front of her. She was disoriented, but she knew enough to look around and see if she could find an escape route. She forced herself to remain calm when her eyes landed on Peach's nude body hanging from hooks, a tub full of blood beneath her.

She had to keep it together, or she was not getting out of here alive. Colin was coming. For some reason that thought calmed her.

He walked in the room. The first thing she noticed was his eyes. She had seen those eyes before. When she first started with the bureau there was a case and two children were taken into custody, the boy had cat eyes.

"Now you remember me. You took him from me and I have waited years to make you pay, Kate. But first, we have to have a ceremony, and then the fun can begin," He hissed.

Kate swallowed. She was in deep trouble now, and unless a miracle happened this was not going to end well.

"Fisher, your name is Fisher, right?" Kate asked tentatively. She had to get him to talk. If he talked she could gain his trust, Once she did that then she could relate to him on some level and she may be able to survive this.

"Yes, you remember. I was ten when you came and took Paw Paw away. You stayed with me and Mary Alice until the social worker came. I hated you then and I hate you now. You destroyed our family and went on the have the life of your dreams. Well I made Paw Paw a promise. I promised him I'd marry one day and have a family. But on the day of his death, I promised that I would make you pay. 

So, I practiced. I've been practicing for years. You wanna know who I killed first, my pathetic weak little sister. No one noticed. She was a whore, and a druggie. So I killed women that were like her. Still no one noticed. Then one day, a man asked me to give him money I hit him, then I cut out his heart and reveled over his bloated carcass. After killing a few, the police noticed, I wanted them to call you, so I waited. Then one day, Paw Paw answered my prayers and you came.

He leaned down and kissed her. Kate gagged, his breath was vile, and his lips cold and slimy. She tried to pull away, but that action angered him even more.

Grabbing her chin with his hand he hissed. "The first bitch I fucked I called her Kate then I cut her throat. Each time I killed, I fucked them and pretended it was you."

He laughed, and it was a sinister laugh, "I'm done playing. Tonight we marry. Then wife, I'm fucking you raw. When I'm done, I will choke you to death with my bare hands."

Kate fought against her restraints. The more she fought the restraint grew tighter. He laughed, "You can't get away. The more you struggle the tighter you are tied."

He looked over at Peech's body. "She was a lousy lay. She didn't even struggle really, but I knew she would bring you to me." Fisher grabbed her collar and snatched her up from the chair. "We need sleep. Come on." He ordered.

Kate had no choice but to follow. She had to think. There had to be away out of here.

Meanwhile Collin and the other agents were searching. Colin saw something on the ground; it was a piece of paper, not just any paper but a flyer from the reservation festival day. He picked it up. He moved forward where he found a broken beaded necklace. His heart began to race and he called her supervisor. The men saw tire tracks, and knew they had a small trail.

Colin was done waiting for them. He was a seer, and if grandfather taught him was true, then his gift would help him find Kate. Colin sat and went into a fugue state where his saw Kate in a dark bedroom. She was hurting, but he had to ignore that.  He whispered.

Kate closed her eyes as Fisher undressed and lay behind her. He took a syringe and told her "This will help you relax." In her mind Kate screamed for Colin, and somehow he heard her and took off. 

The team followed. At this point they were working on a hope and a promise. Arriving in an abandoned warehouse, they found a dark blue van. They knew. Kate and the perp were around here somewhere.

Colin was no longer waiting. If that bastard touched her in anyway, he was no going to be declared anything but dead.

The officers moved quietly. The rooms were littered in filth. Then there was a window. The men had to fight back their gasp as they saw Peech's naked body ripped open and hanging.

Colin knew he had his Kate inside and he had to get in there.

Fisher felt strange, so he came out. He looked around but the officers hid. He went back in, and crawled into bed with Kate "Love, it's time. Paw Paw has given me his blessings. Now I must make love to my wife."

Kate struggled, and he hit her. Colin heard the blow. Agent Leeson had to force him to wait for the others. Colin would not. That bastard was not taking Kate from him. With one swift kick, the door flew open, Fisher rushed from the back and saw that damned Indian. He attacked. Colin was ready. By then Agent Leeson and the others were in and one screamed out that he had Kate.

Colin stopped. She was tied up, bleeding, and both of her hands were purple. She had a black and blue bruise from where he struck her, and she was disoriented. He had drugged her with something and she needed an ambulance.

Colin rode to the hospital with her, never leaving her side. Fisher was taken down and in the custody of the FBI. He was detained and placed in a psychiatric ward immediately.

The doctors worked on Kate and found large quantities of drugs in her system. She had broken bones and multiple contusions. 

All the while, Colin never moved. He called his parents and told them that the killer had been caught but Kate was injured. 

He stayed. The next morning, her father arrived at the hospital. Colin greeted him and told him that he was staying at Kate's side. She was his soul mate. Robert Lane smiled, and knew this young man spoke the truth. 

Then he heard his mother cheering and dancing. Kate would not be alone anymore. This young man would do everything he could to make her happy. Robert smiled as he read his aura. Colin Whitefeather was powerful, and he was just what Katie needed. 

Robert talked with the doctors; he asked that Colin stand with him. Kate was in a coma, and the drugs had been flushed from her system. She healed, but whatever drug he gave her still rendered her unresponsive. Kate was in the hospital for weeks before she seemed to be even a little bit coherent. As she woke slowly, she looked for him. She knew he was near. He talked to her every day. She even remembered someone telling him to leave and he refused to leave her. He fought for her and she had never had someone do that before.

As she regained her strength, Colin visited each day,. Her mother stayed by her side as well. The doctor actually ordered Robert to go rest, Colin was not budging. Eventually, Kate woke. Sadly, she could not walk, so she was placed in a wheelchair. Colin came and sat with her. Some days, Jackie came by. She was doing much better. Her boss, Ben, made it his business to help get her off of the streets. Kate was always glad to see her. She still could not speak. That did not deter Colin, he talked to her everyday and laughed at her hand gestures when she told him to fuck off. 

One day, she sat in her wheel chair. Her mother had gone to rest. A few of the nurses stopped by. Even a few of her friends from the agency visited. She appreciated it, but the only ones she wanted to see were Colin and her Dad. Colin sat next to her dozing one afternoon. Kate reached out and took his hand. He opened his eyes. Colin came to her, and he talked. Kate watched him, and tears formed in her eyes. "Kate are you in pain. Let me get a nurse. " Colin stated concerned.

"No, don't leave me. Don't ever leave me." She rasped.

Colin froze. "Kate, baby you spoke."

She cried and as tears ran down her cheeks she said the words she had never uttered to another man, "I love you, Colin."

He kneeled before her then and gathered her in his arms. The nurse came in and stopped. Colin kissed her, and Kate's heart raced. She almost died, and this brave man took on a monster to save her life.

Clearing her throat, the nurse asked what as going on. Kate looked at her and asked for water. 

"Wait, you can talk. Let me get Dr. Garrett right now." The nurse rushed out. Colin smiled and simply held on to her hands.

Colin sat with her and waited until the doctor came in. He called her father and Robert came straight from the apartment. He sat with her and the strong man wept tears of joy. The doctor waited and arranged for Kate to begin therapy after they ran some more tests. The doctor was relieved. He was actually smiling. Kate would be fine. The test revealed that the muscles in her back and legs were regenerating. She would walk again soon.

Kate went to therapy and over time, she regained mobility. Fisher would stand trial and his attorney was pleading that be declared mentally ill and placed in a state mental institution. Kate wanted him gone. She went to trial and testified. She described her ordeal.

Robert stayed a little longer, but soon returned to Ireland. He made Colin promise to bring Kate there as soon as she could make the trip. Colin was way ahead of him. He and Kate would travel to Ireland for their honeymoon. He just had t let her know that they were getting married first. 

Finally two years after she had been taken, Kate sat in the courtroom as Fisher was sentenced to fifteen consecutive life sentences with no possibility of parole.

She cried. Her nightmare was over. Colin sat beside her. He held her close. 

Later that evening, they called her father. Robert laughed. He was so relieved now. "When are you two coming back for a visit?" 




Soul Mates



Colin smiled, "Soon Pa, soon." He promised. He and Kate chatted a bit more and then hang up.

It was late and Colin and Kate were heading back home when her old supervisor asked them to stay for a special get together he planned. Kate smiled and agreed. The small unit held a ceremony acknowledging Kate for her years of service. Because of her injuries, she had no choice but to step down. Leeson and the others hated that, but at least she was alive. Kate didn't mind. She and Colin had a private ceremony at his family home months ago. She enjoyed being a house wife. As she gave her thank you and fare well speech, Kate smiled at her handsome husband.

Kate addressed her audience, "For over a decade I worked for law enforcement. I must admit as much as I loved my job, at times it was scary. However, I am proud to have been able to help protect people from many dangerous situations. I have done well at many things. I excelled as an agent. For the past year, I've learned how to do things for myself. I started a group to help empower young women. I'm learning patience. Also, I'm learning how to be a wife, and in seven months, I will also learn how to be a Mom.





Soul Mates



Have you ever had an idea take form in your head? Something that shouted for your attention while you are working on other things? I did, and this story is it. It invaded my work, sleep and even some of my relationships. I have no idea if it is going to be a good or bad story...I just know I have to write it to get it out of my head so I can go back to writing what I prefer to write. My old editor once asked me if I was able to write on more than one project at a time, this case here proves I can't. I have to choose one or the other. Hopefully getting this out of the way will then clear up my thought space.

I wasn't sure what Category to put this tale in. After having some test readers look at it, they said it might be fun to put it in Loving Wives. I shrugged and thought, "Why Not?"

I want to say thank you to my fans, and thank you to the ones who hate my writing. For the compliments and kind words are a balm to my heart. The harsh words and non-constructive criticisms make me chuckle. 

Chapter 1:

(Jim's View)

I have always loved this place...the Winston. I don't know if it qualifies as a bar or a pub or a club. Never bothered to look up the differences and it has been called all three things by its customers. I just know they got a wide selection of beer and liquor. Also, they make the best burgers and fries I have ever tasted in my life, and whenever they get a live band the place is packed! No, the Winston is not the subject of this story; it's my wife who is dancing with me right now in this sea of people.

Standing at 5 foot 8 with wide hips and a full chest and an easy grin and soft wavy brown hair she always reminded me of a small pixie you see in those fantasy movies. Except she decided to get human sized and ditch those wings of hers. Though that one Halloween she wore those wings she got from the costume shop with that Tinkerbell green dress...

...We never made it to the party!

The music was slowing down a little, and several people moved off of the dance floor as a slower number came on. I put my hands on her waist, my thumbs finding that little groove on her hips where they fit perfectly, she put her arms around my neck and she gently swayed to the soft music. I matched her movements and we stayed for the next number. I love the way my wife smells! The sweat from dancing mixing with her perfume and body spray all makes a very subtle aroma that causes my heart to beat a little more quickly. It is incredible to me that I even got her in the first place!

It was on one of our turns while dancing that I noticed a difference in the crowd. Obviously while dancing there will be an audience watching everyone on the dance floor. The people who don't know how to dance, the ones who are looking to dance with someone, and those who are just tired and staring off into space and you happen to come into their field of vision.

This was definitely none of those!

The man was tall, and wearing a very tight T-shirt. He had slicked back hair and his face was clean-shaven. His eyes were a startling bright blue. I say startling because I noticed his eye color even at that distance, and I couldn't tell you what his shirt color was! I wondered if he was staring at me, or...I slowed my dance a little and saw he was staring directly at my wife's back. I stopped dancing, and held still for a moment, his eyes moved up from where they were staring and met mine. I held his gaze for a moment without expression, then continued dancing, letting a natural turn break the eye contact.

"Jim? Something wrong?" My wife said looking up at me. 

"Not really Beth, let's finish up here..." She nodded and kissed the bottom of my throat before continuing to dance.

The song came to its natural conclusion and we clapped for the band and walked back to the bar. I always preferred eating at the bar as opposed to eating at a table. I like being close to where my food is being prepared, and having direct contact with my server. Not to mention I am close to where all the good beer is! 

Speaking of beer, "What do you wanna drink Beth?" I asked. She got mint lemonade with vodka, and I got an India pale.

As we waited for our drinks she looked slightly up at me since we were sitting side by side and tapped my arm. "You noticed those guys looking at me?" She asked. I glanced down at her in surprise!

"Guys?" I asked, "I only noticed one..."

She turned her head to look past my shoulder and I saw her light brown eyes widen then narrow a little.

"Well, I could be wrong...but one of them is really checking me out hard. He's got some people with him, but they only glance every now and then. Hmmmm... should we go over and say hi? Maybe I look like someone he knows from somewhere and he is too shy to come over to find out?"

I love Beth a lot, one of the reasons is because she usually looks for the good in people and expects that to be their motivations. Heaven help them when she realizes that their intentions are less than best!

"Nah, it's alright Sweets. Let me go over and see if he wants to join us?" She nodded and took another sip of her drink as I stood up.

I took another swig of beer as Beth began to order food. I always let her do that. She had an uncanny ability to take one look at a hungry person and know exactly what they needed to eat. I know it sounds silly but she always got it right. I heard her ordering a brisket sandwich and smiled. I would have just gotten a burger, but brisket sounded really good...love that woman!

I made my way over to where I last saw that guy with the slicked back hair and saw him almost immediately. Actually I saw him watching me as I scanned the crowd. Normally I do not do this, Beth has gotten checked out before, but she didn't see the way this guy was looking at her while we danced. Or maybe she did? Remember? She always believes the best about people. Which is kind of amazing since she works retail so one would think that she'd have a better idea about human nature.

I am getting off topic though, the way this guy looked at her...it wasn't checking her out. It wasn't leering either. It was like he...hard to explain.

It was like he OWNED her!

Which set off all kinds of caveman alarms in my head and chest. However, I am a modern man. I went to college, sort of...became a diesel mechanic. I have had just about every type of job you can think of growing up. I do not squabble in the dirt and swing clubs at people. I can be polite and conscientious...

"You...jerk!" I said as I came up in front of Slick Hair. He had seen me getting closer and his head snapped up as I spoke. 

Those weird blue eyes of his glared at me as he growled out, "What did you say?" I saw his nostrils flare a little, as if he was breathing more through his nose than his mouth. I also noticed he had four men with him, and they all were very different, yet the same? It was like they all came from the same mold, but had different little traits. 

Muscular bodies? Check. Good looking? Check. Piercing eyes? Check. Overly confident? Mmmmm....check!

But one had blonde hair, different eye colors, stuff like that. Anyway, Slick had asked me a question. I pasted a smile on my face and responded.

"I saw you noticed my wife..." I saw Slick's face flinch a little as his eyes darted past me to where Beth was sitting at the bar. "...Normally you should compliment someone instead of just stare at them. Anyway, just wanted to let you know I am glad you think my wife is attractive." 

His face flinched a little harder when I said the word "wife" again. That was odd! I noticed a waitress walking by and stopped her. I asked her to buy another round of drinks for the group, and put it on my tab. The men heard me and watched me curiously as I stood there. When the waitress left I looked back at Slick, and kept my eyes on his. Normally I don't do this since it's never wise to challenge a man in front of his friends, but I had a point to make.

"Now, have another round on me, keep your stares to yourself. I don't appreciate someone eye humping my wife!"

I'll be damned if he didn't blink first! Seemed to surprise him and the rest of the group. I chalked it up to I knew I was on the moral high ground, more or less, and he knew he wasn't. I gave him and the rest of the group a nod and walked back to Beth.

"Did he know me?" She asked as she took a bite of her fries. I looked at what she was eating. A grilled cheese tomato and bacon sandwich with fries and fruit salad. I looked at my brisket sandwich with coleslaw and pickle.

"No, he didn't and good choice on food!" I said. She smiled and leaned in for a kiss, which I avoided by touching the pickle slice to her lips. She blinked and then I kissed her. She rubbed her mouth and giggled before turning back to her food. 

I glanced back over at where Slick was, and noticed he was chatting with the rest of the group. There was some finger poking going on, and finally they got up and left. I sighed, and then went back to enjoying the meal.

We had been talking about my chances at getting promoted at work and she had some ideas about trying to sell more of her products for men. Which didn't make much sense to me. Beth does retail work. I don't have a good head for it, but she sells Mary Kay products. She has over a dozen women she works with and gets together with. I don't know how it works but I guess she knows her stuff. One year she got this crazy looking pink Cadillac! I almost thought I was at the wrong house...she said she got it through sales and it was paid for her to use because she got to a certain level or something. I'd asked if she could get a good pink truck to haul all of her beauty products around...she thought about it, then said she preferred the big trunk, since it was easier for her to use than a truck bed.

The fact that she seriously considered my point is one of the many reasons I love her. One of the other reasons is about to be made apparent very quickly!

Beth had gotten up to use the ladies room. I scanned the room to see if Slick and his boys had left. Apparently they had so I went back to my beer and was looking at the dessert menu. A piece of apple cobbler with some ice cream we could share sounded good. I knew she wanted to come back quick because, well, I know she wanted a say in the dessert so after a few minutes went by I looked up to see if she was coming, and noticed Slick was there. No, not next to me, he had his back turned talking to someone smaller than him. I caught a flash of hair to the side of his chest as he was leaning down, same color hair as Beth's!

I wasn't having any of that!

I stood and began walking quickly through the groups of people, some sitting at tables, others standing. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see his buddy's were around, flanking me. Felt almost like I was being hunted. What's the matter with these guys? I buy them a drink and now this? Sure I told them off, at least one of them...but...really? Seems a little extreme doesn't it?

"It was nice meeting you, but you are in my way Fred..." I could hear Beth saying. Her voice was trembling a little. Not sure if it was nervousness or what, but I didn't like hearing her sound like that! 

"Are you telling me you don't feel it? The connection between us?" I heard Fred say. 

His voice sounded nice, ordinarily I would have taken note of it and compared it to the voiceover used on manly car commercials. Right now though...made me want to punch his white teeth down his throat! I was a few steps behind him when I saw him suddenly lunge down and I heard a startled "Oh...oomph!" from Beth as the frickin' moron kissed her!

I froze in place for a moment as I saw her hands grab his shoulders, then I heard a ferocious squeal as her hands turned to fists and one began to draw back! I knew exactly what was going to happen then...better head her off at the pass.

I gripped Fred's shoulder and pulled, firmly but lightly away from my wife. 

"Excuse me...!"

I did my best to keep my voice even as I reached past him to grab a hold of Beth's hand. Her face was furious, and her eyes looked shocked, but mixed with something else that caught me off guard. For just a moment I thought I saw a thread of passion hidden in the outrage. I turned my gaze to Fred who stared down at me with angry eyes for interrupting his moment and his eyes changed from that startling blue to a rich golden amber color and I heard a low growl come from his throat!

My mouth fell open and that primal sound made something react in my belly. My "Fight or Flight" response kicked in and I chose the Flight option. I gripped Beth's hand harder, and she gripped mine just as hard as I pulled her back behind me. Fred, seeing me pull Beth away from him, intensified his growl and his hand shot out faster than my eyes could follow. He grabbed a hold of my wrist so tight I thought I could feel my wrist bones grinding together! 

Which is when the Fight option kicked off in my reflexes.

I have lost more fights than I have won in my lifetime. Oh I freely admit it. My Dad always told me that was a good thing since it meant I knew how to lose. Generally speaking, anyone I fought, even though I lost never wanted to fight me again. Some of them I even came to be friends with. In fact I work closely at the shop with an old bully of mine, who finally grew up! The point I am making is that I have lost most of my fights...

...but I have definitely won some too!

His grip was insanely strong, much stronger than I anticipated. Maybe it was an intimidation technique? I do know that I felt massively threatened and quickly twisted my forearm toward his thumb and popped my wrist out of his grip. Still with a strong dose of fear in me, my fingers grabbed a hold of his thumb and I gave a strong twisting jerk. There was a wrenching sensation and I both saw and heard him gasp in pain.

"Beta!" I heard someone shout from beside me, and stars exploded across my vision, I hit the ground and noticed several pairs of shoes pulling back and then shooting forward! I curled up as kicks rained down on me. I heard growling and muttered cussing, "Fucking human...Teach you too...Take it!"

Which is when I heard a female yell of outrage and a dull THUNK of wood hitting something. It reminded me of how I first met my wife. She had picked up a pool cue and used it to beat the ever-loving daylights out of some drunk bikers and chased them out of a bar. She had been a bouncer at a local roadhouse. She had been the nice one, used to go in and sweetly tell patrons they had been cut off and then offered coffee to sober up. Strangely enough the technique worked very well! Most drunk guys took no exception to a pretty woman smiling at them and offering them a free cup of coffee and a glass of water to help them clear their heads.

However she also knew how to hold her own, and had to on occasion when the regular bouncers couldn't get there quickly enough.

I saw the seat of a chair smash into the side of the head of one of the men, coldly dropping him on his ass. With another yell the chair came whistling towards the chest of another who grabbed the chair tightly in his hands. He had started to smirk when Beth stepped to the side and her lead foot stomped on his instep, snapped to the side of his knee, then flicked up to kick him in the groin! He gave a small howling groan before she took the chair from his limp fingers and then turned to jam the legs into the chest of a third man! I grinned through a split lip as the fourth man stepped back, his hands raised. I noticed that his eyes looked a golden amber color as well, before changing to a regular piercing brown. Beth was breathing hard as she held a hand down to me. I patted her shoe to let her know I got it. The unspoken answer to her question that I could get up on my own but she needed to be on guard. She resumed standing, watching everyone around us. 

I saw Winston, the owner and namesake of the place was heading towards us, and Fred could see him too. 

"Hey! Fred!" Beth said. I was standing beside her now, my hand on her shoulder. Fred looked at her and I could see pain on his face.

"When a woman tells you, be she married or not, that she doesn't know you and you kiss her...? That makes you an asshole! When her husband shows up and tries to intervene and you have your boys jump him? That makes you one of the lowest forms of life on the planet! I wish I knew what to call you, I wish I had words for what I really think of you! You lowlife!" Beth was shaking hard, and my hand seemed to soothe her, but for some reason it felt like I could feel her pulling away from me.

Winston had come up and surveyed the scene, he was about to speak when Beth gave another body shudder and wiped her hand over her lips and then spat hard onto Fred's shoe.

"You kissed me you animal! I didn't say you could! You grabbed me and forced me to kiss you!" I had never seen her so mad! I had seen guys try to, and sometimes steal a kiss from Beth before. Usually they had gotten a hard slap that set them straight, but she had always shrugged it off. 

Winston finally spoke, "I got one of the boys to call the cops. You all better stay to get this sorted out..." He was pointing at the group of men who reluctantly nodded.

I knew I was staying with Beth, and we walked over to be away from them. She looked like she was going to be ill, and her eyes hardly left where Fred was standing. Only when I interposed myself between them did she look at me, and when she did she began crying and then wouldn't let me go! I had never seen her this shaken over a bar fight before! For some reason this one had affected her personally. I glared over my shoulder at Fred who was talking to the police. He looked over only once, but when he did...I thought I detected a small smile of satisfaction. 

Chapter 2:

It ended up to where Fred and his boy band of misfits paid for damages. Surprisingly enough, given how much of a donkey's ass he acted he actually appeared contrite when Beth demanded a restraining order, and was granted it! Seems there had been talk about pressing charges of sex abuse of some kind. Never knew it but forcibly kissing someone after they say they aren't interested is sexual assault if you want to make a big enough stink about it.

My wife was really pushing hard for everything and anything she could get on this guy! Not that I minded, but I wanted to know why. It had been about two weeks into this, and my bruises had faded, and guys at worked stopped calling me a raccoon. I walked into the living room after work where Beth was reading one of her paranormal romance novels. I got nothing against those books but if I have to hear one more tale about a sparkly vampire or a werewolf finding his/her mate and bonding for life I will puke! She seemed to be reading it much more closely and was worrying her lower lip with her teeth.

"Hey Beth?" I called out as I walked inside. I'd had an idea to get her out of her funk. She didn't respond, in fact she seemed to not have heard me as she scribbled furiously on a notepad next to her. There was a stack of several more books next to her, some looking like they had been checked out of the library. 

"Beth? Want to clear your head for a while?" I asked as I came up behind her and put my hands on her shoulders. She tensed up under my fingers and then forced herself to relax as she laid her head back against my stomach.

"Yeah...what do you have in mind?" She asked, looking up at me by tipping her head back. I for just a moment considered asking if she wanted a full body massage followed by a furious round of "Who Cums First!" But for the past few weeks she had been kind of well, awkward in bed. She would jump me and we would wrestle each other down and I would kiss and caress any part of her body in reach. We would go through the motions, I would feel her body responding...Then...




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Nothing.

Sometimes she would freeze, then keep going with her eyes tightly shut. Other times she would look almost angry, glaring into my eyes as if daring me to say something. Other times, it was like she wanted to cry. I wanted to ask her about it, probably should have in retrospect. However, I had a feeling she wanted to work through this on her own. Always...ALWAYS she would come to me if she needed help. And I would always be there for her. So no, sex, that isn't what she needed, and maybe not even what she wanted

I smiled down into my wife's face and kissed her forehead. 

"Haven't been to the range in a while, need some target practice before I get too rusty. Wanna come with?" I asked. She thought for a moment, and for a second I thought she would say no, until she bounced to her feet and said, "That actually sounds perfect! Wait for me to get changed and get my guns."

We were no marksmen, but we did enjoy shooting. Beth's old man, my Father-in-Law, had been cleaning his guns the first time I took her out on a date. I had sat down and rolled up my sleeves and helped him. Much to her Mom's amusement, and I assume her Dad's too. I had told him about what I had planned for our date, and told him I was sorry I wasn't going to be able to show her a better time but I'd had to help Dad the next day at work and had to get home early. Beth had shrugged when I'd said that and sat down at the table and picked up a cleaning swab and we ended up sitting and talking at the kitchen table with her folks. Not exactly how I had envisioned my first date to go, but all in all it hadn't been bad. Her Mom's cooking was excellent!

My parent's about laughed themselves silly when I told them how my first date had gone.

Next week when I came to pick her up her Dad hadn't even come out to give me the "Be good...or be DEAD!" glare. I guess I made an impression and I had no idea what I had done until much later.

I finished changing and Beth came out with her smaller gun case. I noticed, and she gave me a sad little smile.

"Yeah, Dad's gun...I kinda need him right now." She told me. I paused, considering what to say, then just went for it.

"You know Beth, I am here too. If anything is on your mind..." I let my voice trail off and waited. She fidgeted.

"I know Jim. I really do. This is something I think I need to fix on my own." She said firmly, but not unkindly. 

I gritted my teeth, I need to have patience...my wife is strong willed, sweet, and so incredibly stubborn! But she is loving and loyal and....

I want her back to normal so much!

(Beth's View)

I focused my eyes down the barrel of my Dad's old revolver. I saw the face of Frederick D'Angelo flash for a moment on the target. I pulled the trigger and the .22 magnum cracked loudly in my hands with hardly any recoil. Three times I pulled the trigger and three holes appeared around where his nose would have been. I was feeling better already! 

I still couldn't get rid of his smell, the feel of his lips on mine. On one level I was sickened and disgusted by that asshole! On the other...the forceful way he took me in his arms and kissed me? I loved it so much! The feel of him wanting me so badly he didn't care about the consequences was, strangely arousing. How can I feel this conflicted? Why can't I get him out of my head!?

Even when I had sex with my husband, several times I had complained of a headache with him because I could not get the visions of that jerk off out of my mind. Other times I would just fuck my husband, forcing myself to look in his eyes and daring the image of that bastard to come back! Other times I just felt like crying, and had sex with my husband, just going through the motions. Sometimes my mind would wander to that other man and it would be him touching me and not Jim, and I would want to cry my eyes out! 

I can't keep going like this! I don't know what's wrong with me, and I can't tell Jim because he...what would he think? Knowing my mind was bringing another man into our bed, even when I didn't want it to? How do I tell him that!? He would be hurt, think something was wrong with him when I love him so much.

Tell me of another man who would quietly support his wife on building her business? Who would make his own meals and do his laundry while I was out running around trying to make sales? Who would remember, mostly, important birthdays and anniversaries? Who when I was running six days a week and feeling like I am going nowhere would hug me and say, "Your doing great Bright Eyes, go get'em!" He has never wanted to push me down or fit in a mold. I never wanted to be the stay at home wife, and he wanted me to dream and push myself. He has never once held me back and now...

...why am I betraying him!?

I took a deep breath and Frederick's face faded from the target and I squeezed three more rounds off the moment I exhaled half of my air. That one moment when everything is rock steady and your aim is true is when I fired. "The Cupid" moment my Dad always told me. When the lover's arrow strikes the heart. Where the perfect shot is always to be found. I felt my thoughts clearing, as it always does when I am target shooting. The concentration clearing the fluff out of my head, Jim always knows what's best for me. Maybe I should tell him how I am feeling, what's going on, because I can't make any sense of it myself.

That man who had been staring at me had walked up as I was coming out of the restroom. I didn't feel threatened at all, even though his eyes had been so intense. He looked like he did know me, but I was sure I had never seen him before. He looked sad too in a way, almost desperate. Without him even introducing himself he had said,

"I have waited my entire life to find you my love! My Mate!"

It sounded like those romance novels I read! Like one of the many where the one person claims the other person is their soulmate and now they will live the rest of their lives going on crazy adventures and all of that other nonsense! I wanted to laugh but then his smell hit me, that masculine scent that all men carry beneath the aftershave and their cologne. Frederick smelled like fine bourbon, the good stuff hidden behind the bar that cost $75 a shot. He smelled of warmth and cinnamon, and fresh mint. It made my mouth water and I got flustered and lost my voice.

"What is your name?" I asked faintly. He smiled and I saw beautiful white teeth, in a handsome smile.

"My name is Frederick D'Angelo, but please...call me Fred!" 

My head felt like it was spinning and I said the first words that came to me, "It was nice meeting you, but you are in my way Fred..." I wanted to get back to Jim, something felt off here, and I was starting to get scared. Fred said something else to me, but I was ignoring him. Trying to find a way around him without causing a scene. Then his hands went around my waist, very large hands and I was pressed against a chest of thick muscle and warm skin that I felt under his shirt. His smell was overpowering, and I felt something inside of me pulling to reach this man! This wonderful, handsome, loving...!

Then I woke up to what he was doing and all of those good feelings squashed in an instant! This jackass was manhandling and kissing me in front of everyone! My husband included. I felt my fists ball up and I was about to see what good old Fred here would think with a knuckle to the temple when I felt Jim's hands. He was pulling me off, and away from Fred, and I felt so happy! Yet sad, like a part of me didn't want to move away.

Then Fred turned and I saw his eyes change color, not like he had switched to different color contacts either. It was sudden and so foreign to me that my mind shut down. Then Jim was on the ground and men were kicking him and shouting. I reacted the only way I knew how and attacked! After the fight I told Frederick what I really thought of him and a part of me felt terrible that I was speaking to him that way which only made me angrier. Afterwards I couldn't help but watch him, and wonder what the hell was wrong with me.

The courts happened, restraining orders served, charges being filed with another court date set. Obviously this guy had some connections, either that or he had a tremendous amount of confidence. He kept trying to catch my eye, but I kept Jim between myself and his looks the entire time.

Which brings me to now, how do I go about fixing myself? What's wrong with me? The eye change and everything else got me to thinking...but it's impossible isn't it? I need to talk to Jim, need to ask him...even if it hurts. I know it's crazy, maybe I am crazy...

"Jim?" I asked quietly while cleaning out my cylinders. "Do you believe that werewolves are real?"

Chapter 3

(Jim's View)

This whole evening is...just...I...unexpected? Not sure how else to put it. I had an old black powder revolver I was shooting. One of those ones where you pop the whole cylinder out of the frame and then pack each charge into it. Then place a primer on the back for the hammer to strike. Fun little gun, pretty darn accurate too. Had another, an air pistol that shot little pellets. Used it to shoot birds that poop all over the back patio...

Don't judge me...the pressure washer has a hard time getting rid of the stains!

Anyway, Beth's question had caught me off guard, and we quietly talked about it as we packed up and drove home. We had a habit of asking each other strange questions, "What If" questions. Like, what if reincarnation was real and I came back as a dog, would you keep me? Or what if I won the lottery, would you stash the money or blow it? This was like that, but the tone in her voice, and the sick feeling in my stomach made it much more serious.

Funny thing is that, I didn't have too much trouble believing in the supernatural, or paranormal. Whatever you want to call it. "There's more things in heaven and earth..." and all of that nonsense. Also, it would explain a little of why Fred acted the way he did, and it explained the eyes, but there were a couple of things it didn't explain. That is why I was so silent as we walked back into the house. Beth grabbed my gun case and hers and put them back in the bedroom as I took the air pistol and the small box of lead pellets and set them in the front coat closet. I turned around and saw she was already back and was waiting for me to turn before pressing herself into me with a tight hug!

"I love you Jim, so much!" she said quietly, and with a strange ferocity. Not so strange though, if half of what she said was true about how she was feeling.

"Not enough obviously..." I muttered, and then coughed, "...sorry, that isn't fair." She shrugged, but didn't let go of me. 

"No, it isn't fair! Not fair to you, not fair to me! Not fair to...to...him!" She spat. Then she let go of me and stomped off into the kitchen and stood on tip toe to reach above the stove and pulled down a bottle of Sailor Jerry's Rum, the one we saved for Christmas to put in our eggnog. She selected two tumblers from the cupboard and walked back to the table.

I poured as she got the ice and we tapped our glasses together and took a drink. I coughed for a moment, not used to taking this stuff straight. 

"So, let me recap Sweets...see if I got this right?" I said. Beth nodded and took another longer drink of rum. She reached for the bottle to top off her glass and I reached for it first and pulled it away closer to where I was sitting.

"You met this guy once, for a couple of seconds. You were swept off your feet and your heart goes pitter pat for him. In your head you hate the guy, but in your heart you want to crawl all over him. Even though you tell me you're happily married to me, you want to be with this dickhead...that about right?" I was being as tactful and delicate as a surgeon using a sledgehammer for a heart transplant! Which should have bothered me, since this was my wife I was speaking to. However...until the love of your life tells you she is falling for another man? Reserve judgment on me and how "sensitive" I should be! 

Her mouth opened and all she said was "Guh!" and motioned for the bottle. I handed it to her slowly, she snatched it and filled her glass and slammed it down her throat. I heard the ice click against her teeth as she drained it, pretty sure she would have swallowed the ice too if she could have gotten her mouth wide enough!

She set her glass down, cheeks flushed and unshed tears at the corners of her eyes. "Yes and NO Jim! It's what I feel but it's not what I want!" She dragged her notes in front of me. I stared down at them. Then Beth started speaking, her voice desperate.

"What if he is a werewolf? Or something like that? What if these fucking romance stories are real? What if...What if I was supposed to be HIS wife and because I am human I made the choice to marry you? It's the only thing that makes sense! Why else would I feel attraction for someone I would never normally be attracted to? It's...I feel like I am going insane Jim! I don't want this!" I saw her hands rise up to either side of her head, she placed her palms against her temples and started rocking in her chair.

"Saying it out loud, it feels like I am admitting my feelings for him when I don't want them in the first place! Jim...I'm scared!" She said in a small broken voice. 

My heart was beating so hard in my chest, I was hurting too, so badly. MY wife was falling in love with another man...er...wolf...um...thing! Her telling me this must have hurt, and I wanted to be mad, I wanted to be angry...furious! I set that aside though as I stared at her slowly rocking, and now the tears were escaping her eyes, and trickling down her cheeks. Some women look beautiful when they cry. Each tear like a diamond, and every sigh like a sad zephyr.

Beth always turned blotchy and red! She didn't ever do things by halves, weeping was one that when she finally let loose her self-control it would be a full out release of misery. I realized then that she must have been holding onto this for a few weeks and didn't want to tell me. That this buildup has wanted to escape her for a while.

I also realized I was being a terrible husband just sitting there and watching her cry!

I came forward out of my chair, it scooted back as I went to my knees in front of her. She must have heard the chair scrape, because even before my fingers touched her she reached out blindly for me. The moment I felt her hands touch she grabbed my head and pulled it to her chest! She toppled over on top of me and it felt like she was trying to worm her way inside of my shirt!

"Need you! Jim! Please...need my husband!" She gasped. Her strong fingers began pulling at my shirt, dragging it up and out of my pants and over my head. Not completely over though, she stopped and let me carry on pulling it off so she could immediately start kissing and touching my chest. I felt her breath and tears on my pecs as she sucked at my nipples and buried her face to rub her wet cheek against me. I dragged my shirt off the rest of the way, listening to her crying and feeling her touches. My arms wrapped around her and I pulled her body along mine so I could kiss her, and see her face. It was blotchy and the little bit of mascara she was wearing was running. I could see she needed to blow her nose since she was still crying so hard...

She was the most beautiful and wonderful woman in the world to me!

I grabbed the edge of my shirt and held the corner of it up to my lady and she rubbed her face on it, drying her eyes and blowing her nose. When she pulled the shirt away she sniffed once and through red rimmed eyes not hidden by the mascara she began to speak,

"Oh, Jim...I'm sorry about your shir...MmmmHmm!" I kissed her, hard, not wanting to hear her speak right then. I needed to taste her lips, the saltiness of her tears dissolving under the touch of my tongue and the murmur of her satisfaction. I groaned into her mouth as I began undoing the front of her jeans. She tried to pull away to help me get her undressed, but I put my hand on the back of her head, not wanting to let her get away.

Through some creative finagling we got both of our pants down around our ankles, Beth still on top of me. With a twitch to the side here, and a small roll of the hips there, the tip of my cock touched something warm and moist. My wife's eyes went wide as she gazed down into mine. 

"For you...I see only you." She whispered. Her back arched as she pushed down, and I was home!

Chapter 4

(Fred's View)

I read the paperwork of the Restraining Order again. Same as I had done every morning. My attorney said it was best to stay away for the time being. "Let sleeping bears lay Frederick, if she is the one your wolf has chosen. If she is your soul mate...she will come to you. Give her time."

Time? TIME!? I have waited for so long to find the other half of my soul! My attorney's mate is at home waiting for him to return! He can afford to think about time! My own is out there, waiting. To know that she feels the pull, feels the need for me as I do for her? And she is married to another, probably lying in his arms...my MATE in another man's ARMS!

I felt the change starting to push, my eyes feeling hot in my skull, my fingernails hardening as they started to grow! With a low growl I pushed my wolf down and told it to chase its tail! I had enough grievances without adding to more it.

I am Beta to my Alpha, I am not some run of the mill Were, I have responsibilities, people who work for me and with me. My obligations to the Pack are a tether to my sanity in this trying time.

"My Mate..." I whispered, as I pulled the photograph from the file in front of me. Her hair, body, and eyes. That smile with a hint of her mischievous spirit. Framed in the photo as if she was looking at me. Though I know when the picture was taken she had been looking at her "husband!" Just the thought of that man caused my wolf to growl deep in my chest. I want to say there was nothing special about him. He was simply a human. Nothing extraordinary, had some of the pack look into his background. Vocational school, raised as an only child by parents who are still alive. Diesel mechanic, was raised in an automotive repair shop. Caught shoplifting in his teens, other than that no criminal record.

My Mate has a mother, father died when she was in her early twenties. No criminal record, sells beauty products.

Yet there was so much more there! I wanted to know everything about her. I wanted to see her again, smell her. I wanted to taste her again! Her scent was of honey and milk and a sweet salt like the sea. I had wanted to bury my face in her hair when I had kissed her.

That...man of her's...how dare he get in our way! He tried to take my Mate from me and I had reacted without thinking. Taking hold of him, then he had broken from my grip, dislocated my thumb, which was a simple matter to fix. The harder part was having my friends attack him, that made the situation all the more delicate. My heart was so heavy from having her defend that man. What to do about him though? 

I sat back in my chair, considering options. I could kill him easy enough. She would be free then after she had gone through her time of mourning. However I would then be living with his ghost, a shade over my Mate's happiness. No, besides, I remembered his eyes.

Normal men have quailed from looking too long at my eyes. I am a Beta wolf, none but the Alpha can make me look away. This human, Jim, had made me look down first. He had challenged me and I had folded! My wolf snarled at that, and mentally I smacked it in the nose with a rolled up newspaper. 

"Don't let pride make any snap decisions." I told myself. It occurred to me as I read through the restraining order again this morning that there was a small but technical loophole. I could not approach my Mate, Beth. But what if I happened to go to Jim's shop for some repairs for my vehicle? Would give me a chance to talk with him, to get to know my "competition" as it were. Who knows...might even find a way to explain things in a fashion?




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Either way, it was only a matter of time. Beth, my Mate, would be mine!

(Jim's View)

Things have been back to normal, mostly. I leave for work in the morning, Beth is usually up as well. I leave a half hour before she goes to have breakfast with her ladies or to a sales call or meeting. I usually help open the shop and get things warmed up, do a last minute check on our schedule and possibly place some phone calls for last minute reminders for people who were supposed to come in. You would not believe how often people forget to come in for an appointment that they themselves scheduled.

As for the "mostly" part about things going back to normal? Beth talks to me about it. It seems that talking about her feelings has freed her up a lot. That's not to say she never has before about other things. There are times I feel she could talk me to death about them! I listen anyway, because we are a team. But this, if there are any ladies reading this? Let me put some knowledge in your laps. I had a BIG...ummm...discussion with Beth about this, so listen up or the significant other in your life might have to have a similar "discussion" with you as well.

Don't be scared to tell us what's going on, actually...go ahead and feel scared if you must, but tell us ANYWAY! Let your partner/spouse know what's going on with you, if your having troubles. If you have doubts or fears or if you think you're going insane tell us! If you are afraid to hurt us, that's fine...tell us anyway. True, we may be hurt. But we will be hurt more if you don't talk to us. Maybe it's different for other people.

But for me, that's what I would want. Beth understands that now. She is her own woman, but I am her man! We go through life together. I may not like what she has to say, but by God she will tell me! Like last night. I didn't want to hear her say she had feelings for another man, I didn't like hearing any of it! But through listening and really hearing what she was saying...I was able to come to grips with it. Though if I ever saw the Frederick D'Angelo I would do a lot more than just walk away. I would...!

Wait a minute? Is that him...?

I had sat down out back to have lunch. Employee parking is behind the shop. There is a small pond fed by a creek back there and a good sized patch of grass on a small incline leading down to the pond. I saw a very nice Cadillac Escalade, for those of you don't know it's a useless SUV, that is very expensive to buy and very expensive to work on. Normally the people who own one, go to a Cadillac dealership to get serviced. We can do it, for less. Not me though, I generally work on larger truck engines. I had taken a couple of bites of my sandwich when I saw that asshole walk around the corner of the shop. He put his hand up to block the glare of the noon day sun and glanced around. I figured he was looking for me, and thought maybe I should roll back behind the edge of the little hill I was sitting on.

Decided against it!

If he was looking for me, he had found me! I had all sorts of things to say to him!

He saw me, and he seemed to stiffen, then walked forward in what could almost be called a "stalk." Conversations I'd had with Beth about werewolves came to mind as I watched him come closer. I took another bite of my sandwich and put my hand in my lunch box. He kept walking up to me and called out, "Hello Jim."

I nodded back while chewing. I thought about what to say next. Decided I could play off this next phrase as me just being a smart ass to him. Maybe I could make a Twilight pop culture reference and appear witty?

"Hello to you Mr. Werewolf!" I said after I swallowed a mouthful of ham sandwich.

He froze in place, his eyes widened and I saw them change from that startling bright blue to a golden amber! A small sound like a growl came out of the corner of his mouth which made me want to engage the old "Fight or Flight" reflex. Can you guess which one I chose this time?

I quickly pulled my hand out of my lunch box and pointed my air pistol at him. I saw his eyes flick down to the pistol just as I pulled the trigger several times. 

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

He gasped and dropped to his knees, clutching his leg. He groaned and looked up at me as I leveled it at his head.

"Hey Freddy...lets you and me have a little talk now huh?"

(Fred's View)

"Kill him! Kill HIM!" My wolf raged at me. It seemed to come at a distance and was growing fainter. I felt myself separating from that part of me as the wolf grew silent. I could still feel him, but it was as if he were muted on television screen. I moved my hands and saw the small pinpricks in my leg. They burned...badly, and I groaned as I sat down on the grass. Jim placed his hand inside of a box that I could smell food from. His face was white, and I watched him gulp once, then shake his head and a hard look came to his eyes.

"Son of a bitch...you really are one..." I squeezed my leg and slowly one of the pellets worked their way out and fell to the grass. I carefully picked it up then dropped it as a burning sensation spread on my finger tips. 

"Silver?" I asked quietly. Jim nodded mutely. "Are you a Hunter?" I said just as quietly, my eyes fixed on his. I knew the answer. A real hunter would have disposed of me much differently than this! 

"No man...never believed in...nope...." He said just as quietly. He blinked and then I saw his wrist muscles tighten and knew he was gripping that damn little pistol again.

"I don't want to kill you. But I got a few more shots ready for you in here, I am pretty sure one of them in your eye ball is not going to feel good. I made them out of silver I got from some old silver dollars my dad gave me when I was a boy. Pretty easy to make pellets for my air gun out of them when you know what your doing. I assume you came here to talk...well...talk!"

Another pellet was squeezed out of my leg and I let it fall in the grass. I could feel that barrier between my wolf and I fading as more silver left my body. Soon I would be able to tear this man to pieces and...what? Everyone here would be a witness? Someone could see and then, would my Mate come to me? Maybe one day but not...

"I don't have all day." Jim said suddenly. "I am just on my lunch break, and I got a Cummins to rebuild. Tell me what you want."

"I want my Mate!" I said harshly. Jim's eyes narrowed at me and I saw him start to draw his pistol again, pause and then his arm relaxed.

"Marriage doesn't mean much to you...werewolves then?" he asked, a slight hitch in his voice. I ignored the pain from the silver pellets and looked more closely at him.

"It means everything. It is a lifelong commitment, and that life is a long long time." I told him. He nodded and glanced away, then back at the shop.

"Sit down, or people are going to take notice. And quit moaning about your leg! I have been hurt worse than that when my Dad beat me for taking apples from our neighbor's orchard." He told me. I hobbled over and sat next to him, just out of reach for both him and I. He glanced at me again then asked. "Silver hurts you guys huh?"

"Yes..." I said through gritted teeth. He nodded. Then broke off part of his sandwich and set it next to us. I glanced down at it then back up at him.

"I read somewhere that eating helps you guys heal or something like that. It true?" I nodded and he indicated the food. "Well, dig in. You may be trying to seduce my wife but if the other crap I have read is true...you can't help yourself can you?"

I didn't say anything and picked up the half sandwich and wolfed it down. I was smelling him, the man underneath the scent of rust and oil and grease. Also seeing his posture I saw a man who was secure in himself and very troubled. It was obvious that he was troubled by me, but not by the fact I was different than him. That fact was made plain in how he handled himself. The last two pellets worked themselves out of my leg and my wolf jumped to the forefront of my mind, and I almost let it out to see if I could...

No, it would serve no purpose. I would kill him, probably very messily and it would be public. 

He looked at me as he took a drink of his soda, his eyes running over my features and build, he smirked and said, "Well, even I can tell you're a good looking guy and I am straight. It's no wonder you can have the effect you do on women."

I shook my head, "No, I do, but I am generally not interested. You were right in your guess. When we find our Mates we can't help ourselves." I saw Jim's jaw muscles work for a moment. "Explain it to me." He said harshly.

And so I did. I told him how in our society, there will always be just one, one out there for us that our wolf will recognize. They are the missing piece of our soul that will make us whole. Without it, we are adrift, constantly searching for our Mate, be it a man or woman. We will wait centuries if need be to find them! His ears twitched at the word "centuries" and he looked back at me. 

"So how old are you?" He asked quietly. 

"282 years old. I was born in the year of our Lord, 1733 in Spain. Named after my great grandfather." I told him

"You have money then, I would guess?" He asked.

Ah! Here it is! I knew it was good to come and talk with him! Every human has a price. A werewolf would accept no price or relief of pain to give up his Mate for they are priceless! I had found the human's weak spot.

"I have a great deal of money and lands both in America and overseas. What would you wish then?" I said quietly, hiding my smile. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"I wish you never came into our lives...honestly. It's just, you could take care of her. You're not some poor schmuck who will be leeching off of her..." His voice trailed off as he stared out at the garage. He looked down at my hands, then slowly looked at his own fingers. I had come from the city on Pack business, and had gotten a manicure. It made me feel a little like a domesticated dog to have that done, but appearances were important. Jim had grease under his fingernails, and his fingerprints stuck out sharply against the dark back drop of ingrained motor fluids.

He stared down at the parking lot and was silent. He was obviously having some deep thoughts, and I let him. His responses were different than I thought. He didn't want money for his wife, his questions had been about my ability to be an effective Mate for her. My respect for this human went up a notch. Even if he had shot me with silver, it was to be expected of him to protect her. I found myself starting to like this human...Jim. He thought more like a Were than some wolves I know.

A few more minutes passed as he stared at the parking lot before he spoke again.

"The decision I make, it isn't...I mean it is, but I need...Damn it I hate you!" He grunted. I saw his arm tightening on the pistol in his lunchbox, I got ready to move, if need be. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. I saw his body go still as he closed his eyes. After a few moments he let the rest of the air out of his lungs and looked at me with a steady and calm expression.

"This is not a decision I can make for her, Beth my wife. This is February, on Valentines Day...the 14th. Come to our house, alone. You can state your case for her there. She will hear you out and make her decision when she has all the facts." His eyes narrowed. 

"You will abide by what she decides, or you will deal with me. It won't be a little air gun next time that happens either...understand?" He said softly, though his eyes were anything but soft. I nodded my head in understanding.

"Good, now leave please...and Freddy? Don't come back here again." I told him I wouldn't and then walked back to my Escalade. I put the keys in the ignition and pulled out on to the road and started driving back home. The whole meeting had been surprising, shocking, infuriating...and left me feeling incredibly hopeful. I was going to be able to see my Mate! To see Beth and smell her and hear her voice! This was my chance to make my presence known and show her how much we needed each other. As I pulled out onto the road, I looked out of my driver's side window and saw Jim sitting on the little hill, his arms loose around his knees. With my keen eyesight, I could see tear tracks down the sides of his face. I felt bad for him, but then, he should know to step aside for True Love. 

(Beth's View)

I was so angry I didn't know which way to turn or say or if I would scream or yell or...or...

So I settled for glaring at him! 

"You didn't think to ask me? To call? To let me know he came by your work!?" I wasn't making sense, but I didn't think I had to right then. Werewolves are real and my husband shot one with a pellet gun, and I am supposed to be his Mate and now he is going to come to visit me to state his case for why he wants me to...to what? Bare his little werewolf children and we go off and do...what?

I slumped down onto the couch, I don't even remember standing up. Jim had come home and said he needed to shower and wanted to talk to me. He sat me down on the couch and sat across from me and took my hands in his. Then told me all that had happened between Fred and him today and I just about lost it! 

Why did I just about lose it? Because I had been getting better! I had been pushing that jerk off out of my head and now, I thought for a second I could smell Frederick D'Angelo on my husband's clothes as he walked past me to take a shower. I had pushed him from my mind and then realized I actually HAD smelled him on Jim's clothes! I am just a normal woman and I do not have the nose of a bloodhound. But I had smelled his scent on Jim!

I guess it was fear of the unknown, what would happen if I decided to go with this Frederick? What...? No, don't think of that right now. Right now, Jim. Next...everything else.

I looked my husband, my best friend in the eyes, "Why would you do this to me? To us?" I asked. He swallowed and almost didn't meet my eyes, then his shoulder's firmed with resolve and he finally looked me straight on.

"Because we need to know, you and I need to know if this Soul Mate thing is real. I can't go the rest of my life with you wondering if someday Freddy is going to come back and take you away. He lives a long time sweetheart. If you are old and gray and so am I, we give the best parts of our lives to live together and then you leave me...?" He choked for a moment and then I saw his lips tighten.

"You need to know what he can offer you and make a decision. Just having his shadow over us, his presence in your head and heart...it's killing me Bright Eyes. I know you are doing your best, but it will slowly drive us apart. We talked, you opened up to me and we are dealing with it. I know all of that. But in the end I see your hesitation when I hold your hand every now and then. I feel you stiffen before you relax into a hug."

I squeezed his hands tighter in mine. I knew exactly what he was talking about, and deep down I knew he was right.

"So, I made this decision, should I have asked you first...yes. But sometimes a man has to be a little stupid. I also knew that once you thought about it, you would agree with me. If not, well...what's done is done. You need to face your fears as well Beth."

I nodded slowly. It made sense, all of it. I was still curious though, at how he had thought up this crazy plan. He just shrugged.

"I was sitting next to asshole and was staring off at the cars in the parking lot, at my Frankenstang. Remember how I got her? I was fourteen and wanted a car for when I got my driver's license. Dad's garage was full and so he set up a lean-to beside it and he found that rusted out '65 mustang. Told me to fix it up and use what I could find in the garage to do it. He got me that complete parts manual and I started rebuilding that car on a budget."

I saw Jim look out the front window at his car parked outside, his face breaking into a grin. "Dad always was trying to teach me to think, to use what I had. Since this was my first car and he figured I would wreck it in a year or so, didn't matter if the parts were stock or not. Found an engine for cheap, Inline six-cylinder for a 280z. Got a drive train from a Mazda pick up trick. Heck, there are more Toyota and Nissan parts on that thing than Ford!" He laughed at the memories, and I remembered helping him reupholster the inside of that car when we were 18. 

"Dad must have taught me the lesson to make do with what I have well." Jim said softly, his fingers gently stroking over my knuckles. "I thought about scrapping my Frankenstang over the years, getting a real car. But every morning she starts, she takes me to work, gets groceries and took us on many dates. Shot a bunch of old paint on her for base coat, finished up with a ton of primer and a couple of layers of pearl white before we put on the clear coat. By then I knew that car inside and out, I knew what made her tick. I knew she was always a little sticky coming out of second into third so I usually skipped it for fourth gear."

He turned his head to look directly into my eyes, "I made do with what I have and I have a car that still runs great and has for 13 years. I am not going to replace her anytime soon. I plan to keep that car until the wheels fall off, and even then I will try to put them back on..."

I was starting to get where he was going with this story, and I blinked suddenly at the stinging tears working their way into my eyes.

"We are a team, partners...I need to know that you are staying with me because you love me. Not out of a sense of obligation, not because you made a promise to me in front of others. I need to know that you want me because of me. I don't want this decision influenced by me in any way so I will not be here when Freddy comes over. It's between you and him. You have to decide what is right for you."

His voice broke and he bowed his head, forehead touching my hands, "I love you so much, but I want what's best for you. I want you to have the best things in life, to travel...see the world and all it has to offer you. If that's with him and not me, take it. I will move on if need be." He raised his head and I could see he was on the verge of crying. He sniffed once, coughed and then looked at me with a dark grin.

"Course it would be great if when I move on, the next woman I meet isn't someone's Soul Mate!" I laughed at the terribly inappropriate joke. Inappropriate because as sad, and hurting as I was for my husband, I knew the truth. Deep down inside of me, a part of me was dancing for joy that Frederick was coming over to see me on Valentines Day.

Then a thought occurred to me. I looked at Jim and asked, "Do you have anymore of those silver dollars left?"

Chapter 5

The day had come, four days after Jim had told me to let Frederick come over and plead his case. I had gone target shooting the day before, using Jim's black powder revolver. It came easily and naturally to me, a lot like my Dad's old .22 magnum, but with a slight delay and a bigger recoil. I made sure it was loaded with the .44 cal silver bullets, with a spare cylinder at my belt ready for loading. That small part of me knew that Frederick would never harm so much as a hair on my head. I knew it as sure as I knew that the sun would be out at noon. However, the other side of me knew, that occasionally...eclipses happened!

Jim, over the last few days acted...normal. Which surprised me since I figured if this was a showdown between him and Frederick, he might try to do something special to sway my decision. I was going to ask him about it, but I realized that he wanted me to have normalcy. In our marriage we were just, normal. Oh every now and then we would go do something crazy and spontaneous! 

But generally...? 

We would each go to work, whoever got home first would get dinner started. Or the crock pot would be perking along with a roast that would be ready when we got home. Which made me think of the lasagna disaster with the foil and somehow we shorted the dang thing out and lost power to the house! Our evenings we would see what was on Netflix, or go bowling. Sometimes we would go out for a drive and see what the next towns had to offer. Others we would have dinner on top of the flat roof garage under the stars. One time Jim even took the theme music from that Disney movie Lady and the Tramp. I loved that song as a girl! He played it while serving spaghetti and meatballs to me on a little table with a couple of candles. We shared the same plate, and both fought over the meatballs playfully. Then it began to rain and we moved indoors!




Soul Mates



I myself knew in my heart I wanted to choose Jim, but even as I would think that the other side of me began speaking to me. That pull I would feel in the pit of my stomach beckoning me to reconsider. I knew then Jim was right. I needed to see this Frederick D'Angelo once more and get things straightened out in my head, my heart, and in my soul!

(Jim's View)

I am a coward! I have to be! My sweetheart, my Bright Eyes is inside of our house waiting for that asshole and I am sitting in my car three houses down! I look down at my laptop and see the wireless camera's I set up in the living room and bedroom are working. I am streaming and recording live audio and visual. I may be letting my wife make her own decisions, but I will be damned if I let her be alone in my house with a mostly unknown male! I had my over-under shotgun next to me, two loads of 12-guage silver buckshot already in place. I thanked my Dad quietly for giving me those silver dollars all those years ago.

I watched as the Escalade pulled up in our driveway. I gritted my teeth and watched as Freddy got out. He had a gift box, a few dozen red rose and a smile so wide he looked like a school kid on his first date! I hated him so much, at the same time I felt sorry for him. I know right? Feeling sorry for someone you hate sounds pretty contradictory. In the end though, this whole Soul Mate thing is a kick in the nuts for us both. He finds the woman of his dreams and she is already married. I find the woman of my dreams and she already belongs to someone else.

The Universe is one royally screwed up mess isn't it? 

I saw her greet him at the door and beckon him inside. At that point I put on my headset, double checked all of my connections, and paid attention to what was going on inside of my home.

(Fred's View)

She is here! In front of me! The restraining order had been dropped and now here I am in front of my Mate! My wolf is wagging his tail and howling for her! I step inside and let my presents fall on the table, I reach for her, and hear the telltale double click that I hadn't heard in years. I feel a pressure on my chest and look down to see an old style revolver. By smell I can tell it is loaded with black powder and a faint scent of silver. I look up into my Mate's eyes and she is gazing back into mine. I know she could feel the pull, just as I am now, but her voice was steady as she said, "Slow down Frederick. This is all new to me. If we are actually meant to be together, I would prefer not to start our relationship by putting a silver ball in your heart." Her lips quirked into a grin.

"However, maybe you werewolves consider that a form of foreplay?" 

I grinned back, then gave her a bit of room. She slapped the weapon back into her holster. I was surprised to see she liked to use the cross draw style of holster. Each to their own I guess, and now I could take my time and look her over, letting my eyes feast on her curves, the color of her eyes, how her bangs hung along the side of her face. To some human's she may seem plain, but to me...she was extraordinary!

I held out my hand, "It is good to see you again, I am sorry for how I acted in the beginning. I don't think I was in my right mind." She glanced at my hand, then firmly took it in her own and gave it a couple of shakes as well.

"That's what Jim told me, so...ready to answer some questions?" I nodded, pleased at feeling her fingers linger on my skin as she held my hand. I sat down on the couch and she sat on the other side. There were two cups of coffee on the low table next to us, I put a little cream and sugar in mine while she picked up hers and sipped it.

I explained to her the full meaning of the term Soul Mate, and how werewolves and others of the community would either see, hear, or smell someone and just knew...KNEW beyond a shadow of a doubt that this person was to be their Mate. Once the meeting took place between them it was a sure thing, they HAD to be together. She was nodding her head and looking thoughtful, her eyes drifting away then coming back to mine again. I could feel the tension in side of her building as we spoke. The conflict. If we were joined I would most likely be able to even feel her emotions, almost able to read her thoughts! It was maddening to sit this close to her and not be able to touch her!

(Beth's View)

It was maddening sitting this close to this man and not be able to touch him. Oh a part of me wanted to, but I didn't let it have a say in what was going on. I needed to be clear headed to deal with this situation. That handshake had been enough to get my panties damp. I wonder if he can smell...? No, don't think about that. You have a decision coming up here! I know that I could make him leave when I was done, no need to make the decision now before he goes. Yet I wanted to, I wanted this over and done with.

I thought back on what he told me, about how the werewolves reacted. I thought about my own reactions to him as well. It all fit, but something was holding me back...not sure what it was. I kept puzzling over it as he spoke. It was right on the tip of my tongue, right at the front of my mind...

I need to focus, to concentrate and took a slow, long, deep breath through my nose. The scent of Frederick filled my nostrils and threatened to overwhelm me! I held it for a moment as I closed my eyes and then slowly breathed out of my mouth. My lungs were halfway deflated when I paused and for just a few precious moments the world paused. I was rock steady, everything was still in "The Cupid" moment. Fitting since this was Valentine's Day. If there was a target in front of me I would have hit the bull's eye with all three rounds! 

In that moment of clarity, I knew the direction I wanted to take, the questions I wanted to ask.

"Frederick?" I asked. "If I am to become your Mate, would I have to move in with you on the Pack lands?"

He nodded, "Generally it is expected that Pack stay close to each other, as Beta to the Alpha I have responsibilities and my job is there."

"What about my work? My career? Would I still be able to meet with my friends and continue my sales?" I asked. He paused, thinking about it.

"You could if you want to Beth, you won't need to. As my Mate you wouldn't need to work at all. Through the beauty of compound interest I have more money than you could make in an entire lifetime."

I nodded, thinking some more and taking another sip of coffee, "If I were to continue working, does the money I make all go to you then? Since you are the leader in the house?" 

"Not really, it would be your own, though a percentage is given to the Pack Treasurer, who saves it for the general use of the Pack."

"So it is like a form of taxes, or membership dues?" I asked, and he nodded.

"Does this mean I would have to become a werewolf?" I asked quietly. He seemed a little taken a back by my tone of voice. He probably was surprised by my lack of enthusiasm. 

"Yes. You would be stronger than you are now. You would live for a very long time, never grow old the way human's do. You would show some signs of age but you would grow in inner strength as well. You should see my parents, both of whom still are alive and well after a Millienia!" He smiled at me and I could feel the pride off of him as he spoke about family.

"Hmmm, so I would outlive my friends, and anyone else I know." I said thoughtfully. He nodded and set his cup down to turn to face me fully. One knee coming up so he could rest his bent leg on the couch between us. 

"Think of the history we could see, together. I was around when America first came into being, saw both of the World Wars, and will probably be alive for the next. There is so much we could experience you and I...together!"

He carefully reached out and took my hand in his. I was still thinking, but the next words out of my mouth came from somewhere I was very familiar with and it almost made me smile.

"Do you like me?"

"I love you my Mate!" He responded.

"Yes, I heard you say that before...but do you LIKE me?" I asked again. He looked confused. I wasn't sure how to explain it better, but I think I knew how to give it a shot.

"What's my favorite color?" I asked him. He blinked and looked me over.

"Blue?" he asked. 

"No, I like Pink best. I dress in blues and earth tones, because it compliments my hair and my complexion. Pink is the color of success for me, I liked it ever since I got my Cadillac from Mary Kay." I squeezed his hand a little harder. 

"I love R&B, and Rap music. The beats drive me, and I get lost in the rythm. I don't like waffles but I love pancakes. Snakes don't scare me, but grasshoppers are creepy as hell. I like brownies better than cookies. I prefer coffee to tea. Modern Country music doesn't hold a candle to the real thing, but I can't stand cowboy boots because people who wear them are generally posers."

I leaned forward a little, looking at him intently.

"The thing is, Frederick...I don't think I would like you at all..." He opened his mouth suddenly and then snapped it shut.

"But...I love you!" he said roughly, "I feel it in here, in my heart. You are my Mate! I have seen this happen hundreds of times in my lifetime!"

I nodded my head as well, "I feel it too. But there is something you haven't taken into account..." 

I brought up my other hand to cover his in both of mine.

"I am human, humans are prone to change. When I was younger, green was my favorite color and I liked waffles more than pancakes and cookies more than brownies. The only real constant in life is that we change. Everything you have told me about yourself tells me that you don't change much. Through the years you all stay mostly the same." 

I gathered myself to speak again, but he cut me off, "That's right, we don't change, my love for you will always stay the same until the moon falls out of the sky and beyond!" He looked scared, and I guess I could understand that.

"Exactly Frederick. Since I am your Soul Mate you will always love me forever right?" He nodded. I took a deep breath and took the plunge.

"Then I feel so sorry that you are trapped! Even if you hated me you are trapped. We humans can choose to love who we wish, we can fall in love with anyone we choose if we are willing to work through our problems and wants and desires. We can choose to make it work. We can put in the time and effort to know some one well enough, that we become Soul Mates."

He looked as if I had slapped him, but I kept on speaking.

"Our souls are changeable, and we can match them to whoever we choose. Jim and I? We chose to love each other. We chose to get to know each other. We chose to work together to make something more than what we were alone. I usually know what he is thinking before he tells me, and while I was sitting here talking to you, he kept coming into my head because we are a part of each other. One of the things he told me once was this. 

"There were two men. One was naturally inclined to do things that were evil, while the other was naturally inclined to do things that were good. The one who was evil decided to do things that were right, and he had much farther to go than the one who naturally chose to do this...Do you follow what I am saying?"

Frederick slowly nodded and I could feel his hand tightening on mine.

"So, look at the situation I am in now. Marriages are a coin toss now-a-days on if they stay together or not. Yet Jim and I have sweated blood, and wept bitter tears together to come as far as we have, by choice! Then you come along and tell me that because you are my Mate and we belong together. We will stay together no matter what..."

I trailed off watching Frederick's face, it was blank now, and he looked pale. He cleared his throat and said softly, "What is your point, my love?"

I blinked tears away, but not of sadness. It was of frustration because I wanted him, needed him to understand this.

"My point is that you are trapped, while I am free. I have paid, and will continue to pay and work and strive for the Love that I have. Because it is a True Love. It is true because I make it so. It has more meaning for me because I choose to make it have more meaning. I know my husband feels the same way, he trusted me enough to make my own decision, to not coerce me. He and I are one, and I will never let him go, because through us being together and being partners, and a team...he is my Soul Mate."

Epilogue 

The years have passed since That Valentines Day 52 years ago. 3 kids, 8 grandchildren, two moves and one world cruise later we are in a wonderful assisted living care facility. I can feel myself waning, and Jim had an odd look on his face as we were helped into bed that night by the nurses. We hadn't made love in over 9 years, but he held my hand as we went to sleep each night. It was early in the morning, the sun not even peeking through the windows when I felt something shift in me. I blinked my eyes open, wondering what woke me up. Jim was usually up first before me, and would lean over to whisper, "Good morning Bright Eyes." I squeezed his hand which was still in mine. It felt cold, and stiff.

"Oh...no..." I croaked softly. I slowly turned my head to see Jim, laying on his belly, his head turned towards me, one unseeing eye staring at me. I didn't have to check his pulse to know he was gone! Something broke in me and I whimpered as I moved closer to kiss his cold cheek and run my gnarled fingers over his wispy bald head.

"I...will be right behind you Jim. Save a place for me, will be right behind you..." I whispered into his ear. I let myself relax as I lay next to him. That little bit of stubbornness that let me hold onto life was slowly ebbing. I knew my time was close.

"You don't have to go..." A rich voice from long ago said quietly.

I blinked and squinted my old eyes to see a dark form step closer. As it grew near I could see the face of Frederick D'Angelo once more. I smiled and held my hand out to him. He grinned and gently held it. It looked as delicate as a bird's wing in his thick fingers.

"There is still time. Join me my Mate. Let me make you like me and we can continue to live on. Your Jim has passed ...stay. Stay and live with me."

I smiled and slowly shook my head, then considered. "What's...my...favorite color?" 

He rumbled a small chuckle. "Red, because it's the color you chose for your car, and you use it to highlight your clothing and features as you aged. Beautifully too I might add."

I gave a small dry laugh and coughed a little. "No Freddy. It's green again, it makes me feel peaceful, like when Jim and I saw the mountains and hills of New Zealand." 

I shook my head softly. "I am so sorry for you Frederick, I have tried not to feel pity for you, for all werewolves. You are all trapped in a situation not of your own making."

I smiled up at him, "I am human, I have choices, and I choose to go follow my husband. Wherever he goes, I will go too."

I felt my strength faltering, and I tried to roll over to be closer to Jim. My arms weren't working right. Then I felt strong, warm hands gently rolling me onto my side and raise my arm to put it around Jim's back under the blankets. With a little bit of my remaining strength I hugged Jim tighter to my old body.

"Thank you Frederick. I hope you find what you are looking for one day." I said quietly. I heard a small sigh, and a sniff. Then I heard that big werewolf clear his throat before he replied.

"I have a good example of what to look for. Thank you, and Goodbye."

I heard the door close and the room was dark again, I saw the hints over orange light from the sun finally peeking through the windows.

"Sun's coming up Jim...I will be with you soon. Wait for me...wait...for..."

The End.

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Sincerely,

Payenbrant 



Soul Mates



Luke is waiting for her at the airport. He is standing nervously off to the side from where all the other people are waiting for the passengers to come off the plane. He is holding a small sign that reads "Waiting for my soul mate." 

Beth sees him the minute she steps through the doors into the waiting area. She stands there for a moment watching him, her Luke standing not 10 feet in front of her, looking so handsome and nervous, holding the little sign. Tears spring forth as she looks at him. Love for him making her feel dizzy. He sees her at the same moment, their eyes lock onto one another as the two walk slowly forward until they stand right in front of each other. Beth speaks very softly, "Hi baby, your soul mate is home." 

His eyes close, the sign falls to the floor at their feet and in an instant she is enclosed in his arms being held so tight that she can feel his heart pounding. "Oh my sweet love you're here, your really here!" 

"Yes honey I'm really here." Beth lifts her hand and touches his face convincing her self that she is here and he is holding her. Then their lips find one another's and right there in the crowded airport with all the noise and hustle and bustle the two melt into each other, their lips speaking the love that is bursting within them. Time stops as their mouths explore each other. Their tongues meeting for the first time so sweet, their lips joining together in the age old symbol of love. 

A sound of a man clearing his throat right next to them brings them back to reality. Laughing softly Luke pulls slightly away saying, "This is the driver that will take us home my love." 

"Then we better get my luggage and go home darling" Beth whispers and kisses him again quickly before pulling away from Luke but not letting him go fully. They get her bags and head to the car which speeds down the winding roads as the couple in the back seat are oblivious to everything but each other. They kiss, touch each other softly, hold hands and speak words of love. Talking and laughing as time flies by until the sudden stopping of the car brings them back down to earth. 

While the driver takes out her bags, putting them inside the house and Luke thanks him, Beth continues to hold onto Luke's arm looking about her at the house and surrounding area. The weather is now quite cold and Beth huddles closer to his side for warmth; she is not used to being somewhere that has such low temperatures. Luke pulls Beth closer to him kissing her lips lightly and saying, "Let's hurry and get you inside before you freeze out here." They enter the house together and Beth gasps out loud. Everything is so beautiful; Luke has filled the inside of the house with pink roses and candles. "Oh honey, everything is so lovely" She spins looking at him and smiling at his grin on his face. 

"I wanted everything to be perfect for you. I know how much you love pink roses so I got as many as I could find. "Beth please, come here my darling" holding out his arms for her. She smiles and walks into his open arms, feeling them enfold around her, holding her so tight yet as gently as if she was a piece of delicate china. His lips move down to meet hers and the two lovers kiss long and passionately until Luke pulls his lips from hers and looks deeply into her eyes, "I love you Beth." She smiles at him her eyes glistening with tears as she replies, "Oh, how I love you Luke." 

Luke pours champagne in beautiful crystal, fluted glasses to toast her homecoming and their love; he then takes her on a tour of the house. Beth loves the place so much and knows she is going to be very happy living here with the love of her life. 

They end the tour in the downstairs bedroom which Luke says would be theirs if that is ok with her. "Yes sweetie it is just perfect with me." He ask if she is hungry and she said yes but not for food. He laughs and says, "Good neither am I, but I do know what I want, what I must have. You my darling, I have waited so long for this moment to arrive."

Luke sits down his champagne glass and takes the one out of Beth's hand and sits it down on the dresser and then he switches on the CD player. The room fills with soft music as Luke takes both of her hands and pulls her to him. He looks deeply into her eyes and then takes one of his hands and lightly strokes her cheek moving his finger down to trace her lips. Beth kisses his finger, he smiles, "You are so beautiful my love," he then takes his hands and splaying his fingers goes under her long red hair and pulls her face to his and kisses her with all the love and longing that has been in him since he first knew he loved this woman. They had talked so many times about what their first time would be like and both realizing that the time had finally arrived wanted to savor every moment of it. 

Beth brings her hands up Luke's back and holds him tightly as his own arms go around her waist pulling her body into his. The heat from their bodies is electric. They feel the other's flesh trying to come to terms with the fact this is real and not part of a dream any longer. Luke runs his hands over her back and moves lower cupping her bottom and lightly massaging the firm flesh. He has wanted to touch her for so long that it feels unreal that he finally has the love of his life with him now in his arms. He bends his head and kisses her softly at first exploring her mouth, touching her body, learning her as she does the same to him. Beth moans and brings her hands up to the back of his head as the kiss turns more passionate, tongues now seeking each other's mouths as their body's press together. Luke moans softly as he feels his hard-on pressing into her, the feel of having her in his arms, kissing the woman who has stolen his heart is a strong one, it is erotic and romantic all at once.

Luke pulls back just enough so that his hands can go under her pink sweater and in one smooth motion pulls it over her head. He then moves his hands to the button of her jeans and with her help slides the pants down her hips and off her legs. She kicks them over to the side and stands before him in nothing but her pink satin bra and matching panties. Beth reaches for the buttons of Luke's shirt and undoing them one by one helps him out of it and moves to the button of his pants he stops her saying, "Soon love, first let me do what I have dreamed of for so very long." 

His hands wander over her body in such a sensual way that she shivers. "Are you cold darling, "he asks with sudden concern" She giggles and caresses his face, "No love, I am far from cold." He smiles and reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra, then eases the straps down her shoulders and lets it fall to the floor. With tender fingers he moves to her breast and cups them in his strong hands feeling the heavy weight of them. His fingers glide over the smooth orbs and to the hard, pink nipples that he lightly pinches between his fingers causing her to sigh and close her eyes as desire for more of him sweeps through her body. 

"I love you my sweet princess," he whispers, his voice heavy with desire. She tells him that she loves him too and Luke kisses her lightly on the forehead before taking his hands and pressing her shoulders gently, insisting that she lay back onto the bed. A little pulling and pushing makes it clear that she is to lie close to the edge. The rustling of the bedding sounding strangely erotic as she reaches for him, but before she can touch him he captures her hand and brings it to his mouth, kissing her fingers. He sucks each one firmly letting her know that he is thirsting for more. 

Beth's eyes close in pleasure and she breathes a deep breath of happiness and anticipation for what Luke will do next. In response to her Luke kisses up her arm, evoking a few giggles from the slight tickling of his lips. When he gets to her shoulder there is little doubt that he is a man on a mission. His lips immediately trail to the front of her chest towards her nipple. Wanting something to do with her hands, she cups her breasts and holds them to him with expectancy. When his lips lightly kiss in circles around her hard nipple Beth's legs squeeze in delight, but she doesn't care. She knows she is supposed to enjoy every touch, every scent, every sound, and every sight. 

Watching Luke's face move over her breast was yet another part of her dreams coming true. As her mind drifts into some magical place that is filled only with pulses and tingles... she becomes more aware of his lips circling her nipples which turn to kisses, then to licks with his tongue gliding all around over and over. Luke sucks in one of her nipples pulling on it with his lips and Beth's hand goes to his head pressing him to her even harder to her. Her ass lifts off the bed with each suck. It's as if his mouth is pulling the pleasure from her pussy to her nipple but also pushing the sensations from her nipple to her pussy. 

At the moment she begins to think she can't take anymore Luke's lips leave her breast. Beth opens her eyes to see him moving lower, kissing as lightly as a feather to pause above her pink panty clad pussy. With gentle fingers he slides them down her hips and legs then kissing back up her legs stops right above her glistening pussy where Beth can feel his hot breath on her.

"Are you alright Darling?" He asks his voice full of love. Beth smiles and tells him yes she is very well and that she loves him so much. He smiles and turns his back to the place that has been the cause of many an erotic dream. He can smell the musky odor of her sex emitting from her and this drives his passion further. But he doesn't want to rush anything. Every moment is so precious and all he wants to do is show his woman how much he adores her. 

Taking his fingers he traces them lightly over her thighs going slowly but deliberately higher. Beth lets her thighs fall open, letting him know what she wants as his hand moves to brush her lips so gently. The light touch sending shudders through her body and she moans when his finger runs up her slit feeling the moisture within. Luke takes his fingers and very tenderly pulls her full lips apart revealing the soft pink inside for his waiting tongue. The first touch of his tongue is electric and she moans out, "Oh baby, Yesssssssss!" 

Luke's tongue explores every fold and crevasse of her sweet pussy. He knows when he hits the mark by the way she sucks in her breath as her hips rise sharply from the mattress. His lips form over her clit and as he starts to suck on it gently but firmly. Tingles and waves of pleasure course through her body. His lips press just enough to create suction on her clit. The kind of suction that makes it feel like she is being pulled inside out, the kind that pulls the waves of pleasure deep from within her. 

Beth's own hands go to her breast where she pulls and twists her nipples causing even more pleasure to shoot to her pussy. Luke slips a finger into the wetness and feels her walls gripping him and sucking him in more. She moans and presses her body up against his hand wanting more. He pushes another finger deep inside her and begins moving them slowly at first then gaining momentum goes faster. Beth mind races with the sensations firing from her nipples to the thrusting of his fingers to the sucking of his lips. It's too much really. She hears a voice that sounds like hers crying out, "Oh Luke....Ohhhhh honey... that's it baby...Yesssssssss"

Her head moves from side to side and that familiar feeling begins rising deep within. It is almost frightening in its intensity. She manages to focus long enough to glance down at Luke as he fingers her faster and his tongue sucks out the pleasure from her hard clit. Her orgasm overtakes her with an explosion that is blinding. Suddenly nothing matters except the passion that is dripping out of her, running over his hand, and into his waiting mouth. Beth's body rises and crashes on the bed with each wave. She squirms to move him from her, to give her clit a rest, but just as the orgasm begins to diminish its back again. She cums again, harder this time, crying out, moaning, gasping for air until her body collapses and she is spent. 

Luke eases his fingers from her dripping pussy and licks them clean. He kisses up her body and slides his hands under her back and he lifts her up to almost sitting then kisses her lips that are panting still for air. He kisses her face, her eyelids and holds her in his arms speaking softly to her, "Oh my sweet lovely Beth, you are so wonderful." 

Beth practically purrs against him as she wraps her arms around him tightly. "Oh baby, you're so incredible." Their lips finding each other's again and as they kiss ardently. Beth's hand moves to Luke's pants wanting to feel him in her hand, wanting to see what she had yet to lay eyes on, "Please baby," she moans against his mouth. Luke groans as her hand rubs his bulging crotch. Laying her back onto the bed he stands up and undoes the button and lets down the zipper of his pants and then eases them off. Beth feels her heart racing with anticipation as he removes his underwear and his hard cock springs forth inches from her as he stands next to the bed. 

"Ohhhhh Luke!" Beth gasp, "You're so beautiful." She brings up her hand and let her fingers move over the smooth flesh of his shaft and then over the shiny head that was just begging for attention. Luke's breathing became more ragged as Beth explores him. She knew from what he had told her that he was big but until now she hadn't realized just how big or how magnificent his cock was. He was a full nine inches in length and fat, his cock twitches as she wraps her hand around it and strokes him slowly. Beth is mesmerized by him and when she sees the drops of precum that forms on the head of his cock she quickly leans over to lap it up with her wet tongue.

Luke sucks in his breath sharply at the feel of her tongue and she smiles and tells him to get back on the bed and lie down. "It's your turn now baby. I have waited a long time for this moment." He does as he is told and lies down on the bed. Beth moves to hover right above his cock that is twitching in the air as if searching for her. Her hand encloses around him she lowers her mouth down and licks down and then back up the shaft and over the head before opening her mouth and taking him inside her warm, wet mouth. 

Luke moans and gathers up her hair in his hand so she can have free access to love his cock without interference from the long, red tresses falling in her face. Beth loves the feel of his hand holding her hair, his fingers massaging her scalp and encouraging her to take more of him into her mouth. She sucks licks and fondles his cock and balls, adoring him with her mouth and tongue, she gets him so slick with her salvia that it drips out of her mouth and down his shaft to her hand that is holding the part of him that doesn't fit in her mouth. With her hand moving steadily up and down, twisting her wrist to add a new dimension every so often. Luke is in ecstasy, his hips rising off the bed, legs moving, stomach tightening and releasing. Beth taste the precum that fills her mouth and it only spurs her to suck more. Harder, faster she works his cock with her mouth and hand. "Ohhhhh, yes Beth! Oh my baby your mouth is so hot!" He moans to her. 

Beth feels his balls tightening and is sure he is going to cum if she continues. He knows it too and not wanting his first orgasm with his love to happen like this gently pulls her off of him and lies her back down onto the bed. He moves to cover her body with his own, kissing her deeply and fervently, their tongues dancing madly in each other's mouths as her hands caress his back and her legs part for him to move between them. Luke takes his cock in his hand and runs it up Beth hot, wet pussy. He concentrates on her clit until she moans deeply and begs him to enter her. 

"Please baby, make love to me. I have waited so long to feel you inside of me." That is all he needs to hear and he positions his cock to her opening and then slowly penetrates her. He goes in just a little at a time letting her body adjust to him. Luke groans feeling her hot, wet pussy wrap tightly around his throbbing cock. Beth runs her hands up his back, shoulders and neck, her legs coming up higher letting him slide fully inside until she feels him touching the back of her womb. 

"Mmmm you feel so good baby," he says before crushing his lips back onto hers. The two cling to each other, their bodies pressing so tightly together, Luke buries him self so deep inside her that the two are truly like one. Then he begins to move. Slowly at first, he pulls his cock almost out and then slides it back in. Over and over they move together in perfect unison. Their pleasure building with each thrust of Luke's cock into Beth's wet pussy. She wraps her legs around his and he slips his hands under her ass pulling up higher so he can thrust deeper into her. 

"Ohhhhh Luke, Yesssssssss fuck me! Fuck me harder Luke!" Beth cries out lost now to the passion of their union. 

Luke fueled by her words thrust into her harder and faster, his cock driving like a piston into her dripping pussy. Their moans fill the air over the sweet sounds of the music, driving them deeper into the abyss of passion and lust for one another. Luke buries his face into her neck telling her that he is going to cum. She clings to him raking her nails into his back as her own orgasm climbs higher and higher, to finally crash all around them. 

Luke feels her body stiffen, her legs gripping his as her orgasm overtakes her. This drives him over the edge and with one final firm thrust he feels his own cum bursting forth from his cock and filling Beth's sweet pussy. Spurt after spurt he cums deep inside her until he is spent and she is breathing hard looking into his face watching him as the joy of them being together overwhelms her and she kisses him and strokes his cheek so lovingly. She is finally his and he is finally hers. Luke feels his cock soften as he pulls out of her and rolls unto his side taking her with him in his arms. The two lie there quiet for a time just listening to the other's breathing. Then Luke tilts her face up to his and kissing her so tenderly upon the lips whispers, tears filling his eyes as he says to her, "Welcome home my love, my soul mate."