Breathe

Hello all, I give you a one shot side story to my Jaden characters. You all remember that pretty priest and Esteban don't you? Well it seems they insisted on having center stage and no matter how many times I told them to be patient....like I said they were very insistant.

Any hoo, I thought you might like to read a little something while I go back to work on the next chapter of Jaden. I am so sorry to keep you waiting but I sincerely hope this makes up for it.

I love and appreciate everyone who has waited patiently and have stuck with me this far, I hope you enjoy this new story and as always I look forward to your reviews. Thank you all for hanging in there. (PS: Spanish translation at the end of the story.) Now without further delays I give you..........

BREATHE


“NNNO, Nice wolf, ni, nice wolf. No eating the human!”

The wolf lowered its head glaring at him and made a threatening growl, Charles was so frightened he could not move. He had fallen in front of his car when the wolf stood up and began to come near him; in the hopes of getting away, he tripped and fell.

He stared in fear at the wolf and thought to himself, [So this is how it ends, I’m going to be eaten by a big white wolf.] his body trembled in fear, and he raised his hands to try to ward off the wolf.

However, the wolf just stared and continued to stalk closer to him, his canines flashing white and his light gray eyes stared at him. The wolf’s movement continued slow and steady.

“Oh God! Please wolf go away, please just go away, your fine, go on run along, please!”

When the wolf was close enough to him, he suddenly turned his head and banged the left side of his face against the front bumper of his car, in an effort to try and get away as far as possible from the wolfs snout.

“Ouch!” he cried out, reaching up to touch his left side and coming away with blood on his hand. He almost passed out from the sudden impact with the car. “Bloody hell, bloody freaking hell!” he was a little woozy and almost felt like throwing up, stars dancing right before his eyes.

He almost forgot about the wolf, when he looked away from his hand and stared back at the lightest gray eyes. The wolf’s muzzle almost touching his nose, “Please God, don’t let this happen. Let me die in my sleep, in my old age in peace.” Charles froze, he could not move in fear of what the wolf would do next. Both human and wolf just stared, neither one moved.

The wolf looked at the blond haired man, never blinking its eyes and could smell the blood dripping down the side of his face. It leaned in closer to the human and sniffed, and then it stuck out its pink tongue and licked the blood from the human’s face until the wolf was satisfied that it got it all off of Charles’s face.

Charles was too frightened to do anything; he just sat there on the cold ground with his back up against the car. This time hitting the back of his head as he tried to move away from the wolf’s snout.

He bit down on his tongue to stop himself from crying out again, not wanting to encourage the wolf into attacking him. It was as if he was frozen solid, not a muscle twitched, not even his eyes. His lips pressed together in fear, he willed his body not to move. It seemed as if he died of fright.

{Breathe}

Suddenly Charles sucked in a big gulp of air into his lungs; he did not even notice that in his fear of being killed by the wolf, he had stopped breathing. He shut his eyes and began breathing fast and hard, he waited for the pain of being torn apart by the wolf to begin.

He prayed that it would be quick; he prayed that he would be united with Benny in heaven; he prayed that Maggie would not suffer too much when she hears the news of how he died. Making peace with himself, he accepted his fate and waited for his life to end.

A minute passed and nothing happened, then five minutes, then ten. Nothing, no pain of being ripped apart by the wolf, in fact, the beautiful silvery white wolf just sat there in front of Charles doing nothing, curious light gray eyes of the wolf was just looking at him as if he had lost his mind.

Charles blinked his eyes slowly, and looked back at the wolf. He took in the beauty of the animal, silvery white from the tips of its ears to the end of its tail. It was unusually bigger than the average sized wolves, actually. Now that Charles was up close and personal, the wolf was indeed huge and over 200 pounds of pure muscle. Its coat gleamed with the moon light, and its eyes light gray.

Without thinking Charles spoke low, thinking out loud. “Good lord, you must have been the pick of the litter. You must be the king of the pack.”

It seemed that the wolf in turn was accessing Charles; in fact, Charles believed the wolf was indeed checking him out as well. He wondered why the wolf did not attack; he was so sure it would.

Charles had been driving out of New York heading north, where he was going was not important. Recent changes in his life left him sad and unfulfilled. He mourned the loss of Bishop Benoit Dumon`, Benny as he liked to call him in private.

The Bishop was his guardian and raised him like a son. He was the only father Charles ever had; he loved and respected the bishop deeply. Losing him took a big chuck from his heart and he felt the need to leave and clear his mind to re-evaluate his life.

As he drove, he was not really paying attention, it was getting dark and he was the only driver on the road. He knew he was feeling sorry for himself thinking about his life and where it was going from here, when it was too late to stop his car in time as something came running out from the woods and stopped in his path.

Charles slammed on the brakes; he remembered seeing two eyes glowing in the dark from the cars headlights. He thought it might be a deer; instead, he heard a howling yelp like a dog and believed it was too late when he felt that the car might have hit the animal.

The car screeched to a complete stop and he knew he did not run over it, but he feared that he might have hurt it enough to be fatal. He got out of the car to see what he could do, he remembered passing an animal hospital six miles back, he hoped that he could save the dog. However, it was not a dog, it turned out to be a wolf laying in its side and not moving.

Charles was mortified he loved animals, and he would never do anything to harm them. He was not sure if he could do anything to save the wolf, it was too large for him to pick up, and he was afraid it would bite him in fear of trying to protect itself. As he reached out to touch it, that is when the wolf stood up and began to move towards him. That is how Charles ended up in his current situation.

It seemed Charles sat there on the ground for a long time, just staring at the wolf. He replayed in his mind when the wolf started to lick his face; he remembered being so afraid, that he forgot to breathe. He remembered someone telling him to breathe, but there was no one around.

He kept his eyes on the wolf and slowly but carefully began to move and stand up. His eyes searching for whoever spoke to him, he froze as the wolf also stood up, gray eyes looking up at him.

“Ni, nice wolf, no need to get upset here, just getting up to stretch my legs.” Charles spoke in a low whisper, and he tried to sound as calm as he could. He really did not want to upset the animal.

“You look to be fine; I don’t see any blood on you. It looks like you really didn’t get hurt. Well, maybe I startled you instead, so sorry about that.”

The wolf tilted its head to the side, and continued to look at Charles as if waiting for instructions.

“So if it’s ok with you, I’ll get out of your way. I am so sorry if I hurt or frightened you with my car.”

Charles tried to smile and shrugged his shoulder. “My fault really, my mind was somewhere else, when I should have been looking where I was going. I’m very sorry.”

Charles kept talking in a calm voice and slowly backing away in the hopes of getting into his car and locking the door. He really didn’t want to take any chances; the wolf could still get spooked and attack.

Charles stopped and looked at the wolf; he did not want to turn his back on the animal, now that it was standing he could appreciate its size, huge. That was an understatement, so he kept watching it as he tried to move away.

It was going to take forever to get into the car, but he had to move slow, very slow. He kept talking to the wolf as if he were a two year old.

“I’m just going to get into my car now, and I’ll leave you alone. Surely you’ll want to get home, your wife, and family might be worried about you.”

He took baby steps backwards trying to get around the open door on the driver’s side. He caught himself when he almost tripped again, and let out a small nervous laugh.

“I’m so clumsy this evening; you would think I’ve been drinking.”

The wolf shook its head and continued to look at Charles with its mouth open as if he was laughing at him.

“I, I haven’t you know, I don’t drink. Well, the occasional wine with dinner sometimes, maybe a beer with pizza, but I’m really not a drinker, I’m quite partial to water.” Charles tried smiling, hoping to appear cool and confident.

The wolf looked at him and seemed to nod its head in his direction. Charles stopped and stared at the wolf in surprise.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would think that you understood me.”

The wolf seemed to nod its head.

“Did, did you understand me? Nah now that’s just crazy.”

The wolf just kept looking at Charles and shuffled its paws as if it wanted to keep the circulation going in its legs.

Charles stood still and waited to see what it would do, when nothing happened he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Oh thank God, you had me worried there for awhile.”

As if on a bad date he patted down his jacket, trying to come up with a decent good-bye line.

“Well it seems we are on good terms here, soooo I’ll just be on my merry way.”

Charles smiled a weak smile at the wolf, and began to move towards the open door of the car. It seemed that he would make it without a scratch, but then suddenly the wolf padded past him and jumped inside the car. Charles stopped dead in his tracks.

“What the, what just happened here?” Charles blinked several times and stared at the wolf sitting on the passenger side. Not knowing what to do now, he just stood there in shock; he never thought the animal would do that.

The wolf in the meantime got comfortable and he lay down; crossing his front paws to rest it’s head on. Its jaws made lip-smacking sounds like an old man would do when he is tired.

Light gray eyes followed the human’s movement, as he paced back and forth, running his hands though his hair. The human was at a complete loss with the turn of events. The wolf if it were human let out a deep sigh as if feeling sorry for the poor guy.

Charles stopped pacing, and glared at the wolf, he needed to get the wolf out of the car. No way was he getting in there with him. “Think.” Charles whispered to no one in the forest, “Think.”

“Bad wolf” Charles hissed at him in a low voice, no use screaming at him, he might get the wrong reaction from the wild animal.

“Come on wolf, out of the car. Cars are bad for wolves, out, come on boy. Be a nice wolf.”

The wolf remained right where it was; it seemed to like the comfort of the car. Charles tried sweet-talking to the wolf to see if it would come out, he even tried to get it to run after a rabbit that was not there in the hopes the wolf would believe him.

“Hey what’s that over there, a rabbit? Oh yum-yum there goes dinner, go get it, go get the rabbit, fetch boy.”

Charles searched his pockets for something that would interest the wolf; he felt his wallet and thought better of it, “No, I need that.” He whispered to himself, found an old pen in his inside pocket, and showed it to the wolf. “Look wolf, fetch? Fetch the stick.”

He tossed the pen away from the car and waited to see if it worked, the wolf just looked bored. He picked up a small rock and tossed that too, trying to entice the wolf out of the car.

When that didn’t work, Charles glared at the stubborn beast. Then he got an idea, the wolf watched as Charles carefully walked around the car. Muttering to himself, “I can’t believe I’m doing this, God I hope I don’t mess up my car.”

He stopped in front of the car, both wolf and human stared at each other until Charles ducked down. The wolf just yawned and lay back down. Hutched down Charles made his way over to the passenger side. Carefully taking a peek to see what the wolf was doing.
Charles suddenly stood up and began to scream and hit the window hoping the noise would frighten the animal and run away.

After a while Charles stopped making so much noise when his hands began to hurt; he was breathing hard and looked up to the heavens and prayed that it worked. Unfortunately for him the wolf did not budge; it was still in the passenger side resting, as if nothing happened.

Now Charles was pissed, he slammed his hands down on the roof of the car in frustration and cried out in pain, he forgot how much it hurt.

“I can’t believe this! That did it, no more Mr. Nice Guy. Get out wolf!” Charles stomped over to the other side of the car and stood behind the open door for protection. In an angry tone, he whispered to the wolf.

“Get out of my car wolf; no way am I going in there so you can eat me in my own car!”

The wolf just blinked at him, and yawned still looking bored.

“Aw come on, wolves and humans should not be in the same car. I belong in there and you belong out here. Don’t you want to be free and run around in the woods with your friends?”

The wolf yawned once more, its mouth making noises as if munching on something good.

“Oh dear God almighty give me patience, this beast is so stubborn.” Charles said as he let his head drop on the frame of the car door hurting his forehead. “Ow” he whispered and sighed in defeat. Taking a deep breath and leaning against the car door, he tried one more time.

“Please come out, be a nice wolfee.” He pleaded softly.

The wolf let out a low growl in response. Charles eyes opened wide in surprise and looked at the animal.

“Wolfee?”

Grrr, another low growl was the wolf’s answer.

Charles narrowed his eyes and smiled at the stubborn animal.

“Oh, do we have issues with that name? Wolfee?”

GRRRR….

Trying not to laugh, Charles got braver and stepped around the door.

“I can relate, I don’t like being called Chuck, but, if you don’t get out then you may as well get used to it.” His eyes narrowed a glare at the wolf.

It seemed that the wolf’s eyes narrowed and glared right back at Charles. A low growl; emanated deep within its throat coming out as a warning.

“Ok, ok wolf. Now are you getting out?”

The wolf continued to ignore the human, and Charles was not about to give up on his car. It belonged to Benny and it was left to him in the will, as was everything else that belonged to Benny it now belonged to Charles.

The car was old and it had bench seats, but it was so well taken care of it looked like he just drove it out of the dealer shop. He really needed to get control of the situation and he was getting cold, March came in like a lion and it will be awhile for it to go out like a lamb. Charles needed to get back into his car so he could warm up.

“Listen up wolf, you have got to get out and go run free, go do what other wolves do. Stop being a stubborn brat.”

Nothing, it was the battle of wills and Charles was losing. He paced back and forth again, in frustration, “I can’t believe this! I’m having an argument with a wolf! And I’m losing?” he stomped his foot on the ground like a petulant child, “bloody freaking … oh for crying out loud, I must be nuts!”

Charles turned angry eyes toward the wolf and whispered the one word that he knew would piss him off. “Wol ….feeeeee.”

The wolf sat up bumping its head on the ceiling of the car; it seemed to let out an agitated growl. Gray eyes glaring as its lips opened exposing sharp canines, its hackles starting to rise.

Grrrrrr

“Wolfee.”

Grrrrr

“WOLFEE!”

GRRRRR!

“Wolf”

“fee!”

This time the wolf lowered its head as if getting ready to jump out of the car towards the human, but Charles expected him to and he was ready to get out of the way. As soon as the wolf leaped out, he would swing around the door and lock himself in.

What Charles did not expect is what the wolf did do. The wolf instead moved its paw up to the back of the seat, his claw poised just above the leather. Charles eyes got bigger and he looked on in surprise.

“You wouldn’t.”

A tiny pop was heard as the wolf’s claw stabbed into the leather.

“Holy Mary and Joseph, you would.”

Charles was never one to curse, but at this moment, he felt he was entitled. He opened his mouth to utter that word again when he heard the leather rip just a little bit more. The wolf’s light gray eyes boring into him. Charles quickly shut his mouth and raised his hands in surrender.

“Ok, stop; don’t tear it anymore, please?”

The wolf seemed satisfied and removed its paw to lie down again. Beautiful gray eyes following Charles movements as before. Charles could not believe what just happened, the stubborn wolf brat threatened to damage Benny’s car.

Running his hands through his hair to push it out of his eyes, in the past few months he neglected getting his hair cut. Charles moved towards the car leaning down and looked at the wolf again.

He stared at the light gray eyes, a moment of recognition seem to hit him and wondered where he saw those eyes before. Surely he would remember seeing this wolf before. He stays there just looking at him as if he were in a trance. Coming back to reality he sighed helplessly.

“Listen here wolf; you can’t stay in my car, look at you. You barely fit in there; I promise you would be more comfortable out here.” The wolf remained silent.

He spread out his arms. “Out here in the woods, its where all wolves live. It’s what wolves prefer. Obviously you missed the memo on animal behavior. All wild animals belong out in the……………..”

The wolf just blinked at him, as the human stopped talking, his mouth hanging open.

Suddenly Charles stood straight up as a wild thought came to his mind, he began to pace back and forth every now and then looking at the wolf in disbelief. He stopped his pacing and pointed a finger at the wolf.

“Oh, my God! Did you understand me, you did, didn’t you. I asked you to stop damaging my car and you did!”

The wolf tilted its head in confusion. He did nothing as he watched the human whom seemed rather excited.

“No that’s ridicules, Charles get a grip, come on now there are no such things as a trained wolf… Or, is there? No of course not.”

He stopped in his tracks as he continued to think out loud, “But then again it could be there are trained dogs, cats’ even birds!”

Grrrrrrr

He ignored the wolf as he kept trying to make sense of the wolf’s behavior.

“He seems intelligent, very aware of what I’m saying. Naw, animals don’t understand the human language, that’s crazy. He just, I mean. He knows because, ok Charles what? He knows because…..what?”

Charles turned towards the wolf; it’s huge form seemed to make itself quite comfortable in the front seat. He could swear the wolf was laughing at him, coming to a conclusion he took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“You’re a trained wolf, no wonder you understand. You must be lost and looking for your master.”

The wolf snorted in disgust.

“That’s why you didn’t attack me; you’re tamed, like a trained dog, a circus wolf!”

GRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!

“Relax, relax I didn’t mean anything by it.”

He wrapped his arms around himself trying to rub warmth back into his limbs.

“I must be losing my mind; of course he doesn’t understand what I’m saying. But it looks like he is familiar with some words and he is reacting to me, the tone of my voice, my movements. Maybe that’s why it looks like he knows what I’m saying.”

He came to a conclusion, the wolf is tamed. Had it been a wild animal it would have killed him by now. Besides no animal with that kind of expressive eyes could be wild, it had to be tamed. His life depended on it.

Looking back at the wolf he said a silent prayer and hoped that he was right, please he cried out in his head. [Please let me right.] He walked slowly towards the car and waited; when nothing happened he inched closer and put his hand on the inside of the car in the driver’s seat.

The wolf only sniffed his fingers and gently licked him, and then it lay back down just looking at Charles. He almost choked in surprise seeing the beautiful animal act friendly towards him.

“Ok, we’re making progress here, so if I get in your not going to act like a psycho wolf and kill me are you?”

He almost laughed when it sounded like the wolf made a rude snorting sound directed at him.

“Well wolf, looks like we’re going to be friends after all.” Charles smiled at the silvery white wolf. “I have to admit those eyes of yours are beautiful, I could never get tired looking at them, they’re almost human.” The wolf perked up and gave Charles a low howl as if saying thank you. Charles chuckled and shook his head. “You’re welcome, I think?”

Although Charles now knew that the wolf would not hurt him, he still moved slowly, non-threatening. Just in case, the wolf could still be apprehensive. Slowly he got into the car behind the wheel; he sat there for a few minutes and watched to see what the wolf would do. After a few minutes, the wolf inched his way over to Charles and lay its head down on his lap. Gray eyes looking up at him, it seemed he was asking if this was ok with him.

Charles thought this was the most endearing sweetest thing and he reached out to scratch the wolf behind his ears. The wolf let out a big yawn in satisfaction and closed its eyes to sleep. Charles was so impressed with the trust the animal showed him, he leaned down towards the wolf’s ears and whispered, “I’m sorry for calling you wolfee, that was mean of me and a low blow, I promise to be more respectful of your feelings.”

The wolf lifted his head and looked towards the torn leather; he let out a low soft howl. It sounded mournful and sad. Charles smiled and petted the wolf.

“Apology accepted wolf, don’t worry it’s not too big a damage and it can be fixed.”

The wolf lay back down on Charles’s lap and closed his eyes once more; it was not long before Charles could hear the wolf’s soft snoring. He shook his head and almost laughed again. He was in awe of this beautiful creature, the way it seemed to understand everything he said. How was it possible? He asked himself.

He decided not to question it, as long as the wolf was not making an evening meal out of him; he supposed he can believe that the animal was indeed well trained and tamed. Seeing as the animal now rested on his lap it was too late now to back out.

“Oh my god wolf, no one would ever believe this.”

Charles nodded in amazement; whoever trained this animal was good, a real pro. The trainer must be worried sick trying to find its lost wolf. Looking down at the sleepy wolf he gently caressed its soft fur and whispered to him.

“What am I going to do with you wolf? Your master must be so worried looking for you, but don’t worry I’ll help you find your home.”

The wolf just snorted in disgust. Charles laughed as he started up the car and drove on to the next town, maybe he thought the wolf came from there.

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Charles had been driving around for almost two hours; he was tired and wanted to get a room at the nearest motel where hopefully pets would be allowed. However, every time he stopped at what appeared to be a decent place to rest, the wolf would protest by grabbing Charles’s coat sleeve with his teeth and refusing to let go. A soft growl, letting Charles know that he was not getting out of the car, forcing him to give in and drive on.

“Come on wolf, we’re going to have to stop sometime, I’m tired and I can’t keep driving all night.” All Charles had was a cup of coffee in the morning and he missed lunch.
Another growl was heard, but this time it was not from the wolf.

“And I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry. See, I can growl too.” When Charles gets hungry he gets cranky, looking down at the wolf he threatened to make hot dogs out of him. One of the wolf’s eyes opened and looked up at him, and he just snorted lazily in reply to the threat.

An hour later they arrived at the next town, there was a sign directing them to the Castelleano Falls Bed & Breakfast. The wolf by now had been sitting up and seemed excited as they approached the hotel.

Charles drove in and stopped in the visitor parking, he waited, hoping the wolf would not stop him. When he unlocked the door to step out the wolf wasted no time to move past Charles walking over his lap and jumped out of the car.

“Agh! My God, you must weigh what 300 lbs?”

Grrrrrr was the wolf’s answer.

“What are you complaining about? You’re all muscle not an ounce of fat on you.”

Grrrrrrrr

“Fine, you’re not a pound over 50, happy?”

The wolf snorted in response then turned and headed towards the entrance of the hotel.

“Well, aren’t we vain this evening.” Charles got out of the car and locked the door, and then he ran to catch up with his new traveling mate.

“Whoa, whoa, hold up wolf. You can’t just walk in there. You’ll give the manager a heart attack.” He smiled wickedly at the wolf, “Have you already forgotten what happened at the gas station?”

Charles had to stop at a gas station to fill up his car, when a young gas attended came running out to see if he could help, he fell back on the ground when the wolf stuck it’s head out the window frightening him, almost gave the poor kid a heart attack.

Seeing as the owner and some customers were uncomfortable with the animal Charles quickly filled the tank and drove out of there as soon as he could.

“They wanted to call animal control on you.”

The wolf responded in his usual manner, Grrrrrr, and pushed its way through the door and entered the lobby.

It was a quaint hotel, a home turned into a Bed & Breakfast in the traditional Victorian style. The lobby was the foyer with a winding staircase leading upstairs. However, Charles also noticed that the hotel had individual little guesthouses for those wanting more privacy. The manager looked up from the counter and noticed the blond haired man and the silvery white wolf standing next to him.

Charles expected the manager to be frightened and call the police; instead, he smiled at the wolf and nodded his head. His voice very calm as if nothing out of the ordinary happened.

“Welcome, your friend is very beautiful.” The man spoke with a charming Spanish accent.

Charles was surprised with the man’s nonchalant attitude; you would think that guests came in with wolves all the time.

“Ah, thank you. He can be a handful this one.”

Grrr

“Hush wolf.” Charles was tired and hungry; now that they were here, he wanted to get a room provided the manager would not have a problem with the wolf.

The manager was in fact the owner, and he had no problem with the wolf. His name Felix Castelleano, he bowed respectfully towards the wolf and welcomed Charles to his home. He could see that Charles was tired; they made a little small talk as the owner checked him in. When Charles reached into his pocket to take out his credit card the owner raised his hand in protest.

“No senor, no need to pay. You are my guest and I welcome you. Now, if you will follow me I’ll show you to the guesthouse.”

Charles was surprised; he noticed how Felix revered the wolf as if he were royalty. Perhaps this is where the wolf came from; perhaps Felix is the wolf’s owner. No wonder the wolf did not give him a hard time to stay; this must be its home.

“Is this wolf yours? You seem to recognize him.” Charles asked as he followed the owner to one of the guesthouses nearby the main house.

Felix smiled and shook his head, “Oh no senor, the wolf is not mine. However, yes I do know him, I know him very well.”

Felix winked at the wolf, and the wolf shook its head and just snorted in response.

Charles was confused; he didn’t know what to make of this. The whole evening had turned out crazy; he felt like he was in the twilight zone. He was especially confused with Felix’s behavior towards the wolf, but before he could ask any more questions, he noticed the wolf and Felix stare at each other. For a few minutes, nothing was said, and Charles felt as if he was intruding on them. Then Felix bowed his head slightly towards the wolf and looked at Charles.

Charles arched his eyebrow in question.

Felix is a handsome man, about mid to late forties. He stood tall 6’1 to Charles’s 5’11 slim frame. Charles could see that the man kept in shape; he stood regally and seemed to regard Charles in the highest esteem.

“You must be very tired and hungry, I will have my ma, ah I mean Lana, my wife prepare a late dinner for you.” Felix smiled again and handed Charles the keys, and then began to walk away towards the house.

Charles just stared at the man’s back, wondering what he missed. He asked if there was an all night diner, no need for his wife to do anything at this late hour. Felix just waved at Charles and told him that the diner did not serve food as good as his Lana.

“Besides” Felix turned towards Charles with that easy smile of his, “Lana would be very upset if I let you go to a diner.” Then turned and continued walking to the house.

The guesthouse was beautiful, a one room with a small dining area and a master bath. Just off to the side of the room was the king size bed and a nice brown leather sofa, coffee table and an amour facing the bed with a mini bar on the bottom and the TV on top. The floor covered with thick plush carpeting, the color scheme neutral with warm earth tones. The simple decor made Charles feel right at home.

“Wow, this is very nice. I can’t believe that he won’t let me pay.”

Looking down suspiciously at the wolf, he frowned at him and said, “There’s some kind of secret to you wolf. I wonder what it could be.”

Dinner was indeed wonderful, Felix was true to his word, and his wife Lana is a very good cook. Both Charles and the wolf enjoyed, roasted potatoes, herbed baked chicken with homemade dinner rolls from the oven, and a mix of seasoned vegetables.

He was surprised to have a bottle of white wine with his dinner and ice-cold water, and fresh fruit for dessert. He thanked both Lana and Felix, feeling bad that she stayed up late to cook dinner.

“Nonsense Lana smiled, this was already made it just had to be warmed up. You saved me from leftovers.” The pretty petite woman reminded him of Maggie and felt a little homesick. He also noticed how she too seemed to regard the wolf like royalty.

Once alone with the wolf, Charles pointed towards the sofa and told him he was sleeping there. The wolf just snorted at him and stood by the bed. Charles let out a deep sigh of annoyance and ignored the wolf. He went over to the mini bar and took out a candy bar.

Just what he needed to end the meal, he needed something sweet and the candy bar would do just fine. Charles did not bother to eat the fruit; he preferred sweets like cake and candy. Even thou the wolf kept pushing the plate with the fruit Charles refused to eat it.

He sat on the edge of the bed, unwrapped the candy and just as he was going to take a bite, the wolf snatched it up.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?”

He tried to get the candy back, but the wolf growled at him, but this time Charles was not afraid. Reaching out for the candy the wolf turned around and went into the bathroom. Charles stared at the doorway still sitting on the bed wondering what the wolf was up to, and then he heard the toilet flushing.

“Are you kidding me? No way!” Charles got up and had to go see for himself, yep it was true. He and the wolf looked down the toilet bowl and watched what was left of the candy get flushed away.

“Wolf, you are one big pain in the neck! Why did you do that? I can’t believe I let you boss me around from the moment we met. For crying out loud wolf, I just wanted something sweet. Agh I’m arguing with a wolf, I have got to be losing my mind!”

The wolf ignored Charles and padded back towards the room; Charles could not help but follow him to see what he was up to now. He burst out laughing when the wolf picked up the plate of fruit in its jaws and brought it over to him.

“Guess I can’t stay angry with you, can I? Fruit is good, but like now, I really wanted a candy bar. And I do watch what I eat; it’s just that sometimes I just want something unhealthy like candy.”

The wolf pushed the plate into Charles’s hands; he frowned and glared at the wolf. Seeing, as the stubborn creature would not relent, he sighed once more in defeat and ate a piece of melon.

“There, happy now?” as he returned the plate back to the table. The wolf just turned away and stood by the bed, as if asking if he was coming to bed. Charles nodded and opened his suitcase, sitting on the floor going through his clothes.

“Since you won’t let me have my candy and if you don’t mind wolf I need to take a shower. It has been a very long day and I can’t go to sleep dirty.”

Looking mournfully at the mini bar and the other candy bars that he knew the wolf would stop him from eating he glared back at gray eyes, “Stubborn brat.”

Deciding not to fight with a wolf over a candy bar, Charles turned back to his suitcase and rummaged through the clothes to find clean underwear and his pajamas. Charles kept whispering unpleasant adjectives about the wolf. Charles did not notice as the wolf tilted its head to one side and glared at him.

After a while, the wolf seemed to notice Charles as he looked sad looking at something in the luggage and walked over to sit by him and see what it is the human was touching.

With his head, he nudged Charles in the shoulder, to get his attention and whimpered trying to get a reaction from him. It didn’t bother Charles that the wolf was taller just sitting next to him.

Charles absently petted the wolf, with one arm around its shoulder he pulled out a black shirt and a white collar with his free hand. Smiling sadly, he explained.

“I used to be priest; I served with Bishop Benoit Dumon` in New York at St. Patrick’s Cathedral. When I was a kid, I couldn’t pronounce his name correctly so I called him Benny. He and Maggie his housekeeper practically raised me; they were the only parents I ever really had.”

Charles replaced the shirt and collar back in the suitcase, “I may have left the church, but not God. I just, I mean since Benny died I was no longer happy being a priest.”

Charles turned towards the wolf and held its huge head as he continued to talk to him.

“You tell me wolf, Benny had been sick but he was doing better. Even the doctor gave him a clean bill of health. Then all of a sudden, he, he died. Just like that, heart attack. A heart attack? Benny never had heart problems, just the diabetes and it was under control. There should have been no reason for Benny to die; he was strong like an ox.”

Charles took a deep breath, “I believe Benny was murdered, I can’t prove it but I know who did it. Even Maggie agrees, but the church, they refused to look into it. Told me to accept it, it was God’s will.”

Charles shook his head in anger, still holding on to the wolf he looked at him as if speaking to another human being. It was easy to pour out his feelings to the animal, and his anger got the best of him.

“God’s will? Bullshit.” Charles shook his head in frustration, it was not like him to use such language and it shamed him that he did say it. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, composing himself as he continued to talk to the wolf.

“This was not God’s will wolf. I know it; I feel it deep within my soul. I know that Cardinal Rocca did it. Why he killed Benny? I don’t think I’ll ever know the answer to that.”

He took in a deep breath before going on.

“However, the cardinal was not what he liked everyone to believe. He was evil in every sense of the word. And the church?” Charles laughed bitterly, “Refused to listen, even after they found out about their precious Rocca who turned out to be a sexual predator and a murderer of young boys.”

He shrugged his shoulders shaking his head.

“The church refused to acknowledge his role in the murders; they acted like the cardinal was framed by his friends. After a year of trying to make them take accountability, I had to give up. I exhausted all avenues within the church officials and was practically ostracized from them. After a while, I walked and refuse to be in agreement with them.”

Charles lowered his head sadly as if in prayer, “The only consolation I have is that the cardinal is dead, someone took care of him and his friends. No one, not even the police have been able to find out who did it. I know I should not be happy about his death, but he is the one person I have come to hate so much. He killed the only father I ever had; he took away the family that I loved. It was all I had and he took it away.”

The wolf howled sadly and nudged Charles head to lift up, and then he licked his face. Charles almost wanted to cry, to him the wolf understood how he felt and offered comfort. He leaned into the animal and hugged him, “Thanks pal, I needed that.”

Charles hands moved to pet the wolf again, shaking his head smiling sarcastically, “And guess what wolf, I tried taking my case as high as the Vatican. The church officials wanted to send me on a sabbatical so that I can get right with God. I have no quarrel with God wolf; I tried to make them understand that. But in the end it was useless so I walked away. I know God forgives me, but sometimes I get homesick. I have always been with the church, now, well. Now I’ll just move on and see where life takes me.”

Charles shrugged his shoulders finding comfort in petting the wolf, “You know, deep down inside I guess I was never meant to be a priest. Maggie said I did it to be just like Benny, because I loved and respected him so much. I suppose in the end she was right, but I never regretted it, actually, I was happy to work closely with Benny. I would still be a priest today if none of this happened.”

“Maybe because as a priest I didn’t have to think about other things, I always kept busy with Benny and the church. Who knows wolf, why I chose that path. It was easier I guess. It was easier to let the church guide me, and now, I have to make my own decisions, guide myself.”

The human perked up a little smiling and still petting the beautiful wolf, “You know wolf, when I left the church it made me sad, but I also felt so relieved, like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I also know that Benny would have been happy for me. I know that Maggie was, and I have a degree so I might as well put it to good use and start a whole new life.”

As Charles kept petting the wolf, he frowned. He noticed something on the wolf’s left shoulder.

Upon closer inspection, Charles noticed a scar. It was old though and not very long maybe three to four inches. You had to feel it and see that the hair did not grow there. He wondered how he got it. Perhaps running in the woods the wolf scrapped himself against sharp thorns. Either way Charles was glad that he was not the cause of the injury, he really believed that he hit the animal with his car.

Charles sat back, admiring the wolf. He reached out once again and caressed the wolf’s face; beautiful light gray eyes closed and leaned into the human’s touch.

“Thanks for letting me vent wolf, you really are an amazing creature. You have got to be the most beautiful wolf I have ever seen. The owners treated you like royalty, come to think of it. They way you push me around, and with that stubborn streak of yours. You must be the wolf king.” Almost laughing, “You sure are one heck of an alpha that’s for sure.”

For a few minutes human and animal just sat there looking at each other, and Charles would swear that the gray eyes had him mesmerized, still caressing his face he whispered to the wolf, “Your eyes, are so, so beautiful. I could look at them forever.”

He kept staring into the wolf’s eyes and wondered if he ever saw them before, for some reason he felt a certain familiarity as he kept looking into the light gray eyes. Where? He asked himself had he seen such eyes before.

Charles looked away and blushed, and pulled away when he stood up with the clothes he took out of the suitcase. Clearing his throat he looked at the beautiful wolf.

“I’m going to take a shower now, why don’t you relax and get some sleep. Tomorrow we’ll have a big breakfast, and then I’ll see if I can help find your home. Wherever you came from wolf, someone has got to be missing you. I know I would.”

The wolf watched as Charles walked over to the bed and removed one of the blankets and a pillow. He draped the blanket over the sofa and placed the pillow on one end.

“That should be comfy enough for you.” He smiled at the curious wolf, absently petting his head as he walked past him to go into the bathroom.

Unbeknownst to Charles, as soon as he heard the shower go on, the wolf trotted over to the sofa. He grabbed the pillow in its mouth and tossed it on the bed; he then did the same with the blanket dragging it over to the bed by jumping up and leaving it there. The wolf then sat down beside the bed and waited. His beautiful light gray eyes looking at the bathroom entrance, waiting.

The shower did Charles a lot of good; the warm spray washed away his tension. Since his encounter with the wolf, he had not realized how tense his body had become. He laughed at himself as he replayed the whole experience with the wolf.

Although he wondered why the owners of the hotel behaved so respectfully towards the beautiful animal. He could understand being in awe of such a creature, but it was as if the wolf were actually human. He certainly behaved like one, like a mischief making prankster.

In fact, Charles thought the wolf behaved a lot like a regular man, pushy, demanding, stubborn and very dominant. [Oh and let’s not forget a big pain in the behind.] Charles laughed as he thought about that one.

He stepped out of the shower and listened for any kind of noise, somehow he just knew the wolf would try to sleep on the bed. It seemed determined to have its own way. He brushed his teeth and looked at himself in the mirror.

The left side of his face had a small cut and bruise, his forehead had a small bump and the back of his head ached a little. No one would ever believe that somehow the wolf kicked his ass without ever touching him. Well, at least he won’t scar.

He finished dressing, hung up his towel to dry, and placed the dirty clothes in a small plastic bag to have it washed later. He had on pajama bottoms and a t-shirt, with his hands he pushed his hair back out of his eyes and walked into the room to see what antics the wolf was up to now.

He was surprised to see that both the blanket and pillow was back on the bed, he narrowed his eyes at the wolf who was sitting calmly by the bed waiting for him.

“I knew you would be up to something, stubborn brat. You can’t sleep on the bed. Look at you. You need a bath. So, you can sleep on the floor or on the sofa. But not on the bed.”

The wolf just tilted its head to the side.

Charles put his hands on his hips, he was hell bent to not let he wolf share the bed.

“I mean it wolf, I took a bath. I will not share the bed with a smelly wolf.”

The wolf shook its head as if laughing at Charles, and then he snorted and padded past him and went into the bathroom. Charles just stared at the quirky animal and shook his head.

“Yeah right, like I’m going to believe that you’re going to take a shower. Funny wolf, real funny.”

Once again, he chose to ignore the animal, he was tired and wanted to sleep. He turned off the main lights of the room, just as he was getting into bed he realized the bathroom lights were left on. Charles liked sleeping in a dark room, lights kept him awake.

As he headed towards the bath, he stopped in his tracks when he heard the water from the shower. He stood there for a moment and wondered if perhaps he forgot to shut off the water, after all the kind of day he has had so far, he may have not been aware if he did shut it off or not.

“I must be losing my mind. Come on wolf come out and go to sleep. I’m really tired and would like to…..” he heard noises in the shower as if someone was actually there washing up. It made Charles a little nervous as he called out to him, his voice low and frightened.

“Wolf? Quit fooling around, come here boy.” Charles rubbed his hands together in a nervous gesture when he did not get the usual response from the animal. He waited, no wolf came out, and he swore he could hear sounds of feet in the shower stall. Charles remained standing there not sure what to make of it.

After a while, the water for the shower was turned off, but Charles was still in the room. There was no way the wolf could have done it; the handle would have been difficult for the paws to grab on to.

“Wolf?”

Charles stayed where he stood, afraid to move. A bit confused as to how the shower could be turned on and then off. Sounds from the bathroom seemed familiar as if someone was actually there; he froze when he saw what appeared at the bathroom entrance.

He was shocked when he saw not the wolf but instead in the door way appeared a very wet and naked man. Well not completely naked, he did have the towel wrapped around his waist.

The man was a vision, he stood tall so tall, and the top of his head almost touched the top of the door frame. His hair toweled dried and hung in loose long wavy curls around his face down past his shoulders, the color silvery white. The eyes that stared back at Charles the most beautiful light gray eyes that seem to be filled with so much promise.

High cheek bones, a perfect nose and a full mouth that could kiss the very life out of you. Lean firm muscles underneath perfect skin that seemed flawless, and lightly tanned. His body very well toned and six pack abs most men kill themselves to get.

Charles eyes trailed the vision from the top of his silky hair, right down to his sexy toes. He would go blind if he looked at that beautiful face for too long. And he quickly moved his eyes to take in the perfection of this man; he admired broad shoulders, and a perfectly proportioned body. His own body flushed with heat as he thought about licking that beautiful flesh.

The overall appearance of the man was exquisite, beautiful, but drool yourself silly very masculine. The towel hung dangerously low on the hips. He stood in the doorway with a little playful smile gracing his lips, staring at Charles with his head tilted down and his eyes looked up into Charles’s eyes.

Those eyes held Charles; he felt as if they had magic and held him in place. Charles could not even think; no smart remark escaped his lips. He could feel his heart beating fast as if it wanted to burst out of his chest, his body felt warm and his skin flushed pink.

An unusual sensation seemed to electrify his inner core, and he trembled when he realized the beautiful man walked slowly towards him. The closer the man got the mushier his mind became. He just knew that he was going to be so embarrassed if he fainted right now. He could feel his legs turn to mush.

Yes, he was definitely going to pass out as the lips of the beautiful stranger lightly touched his. A kiss tender and sweet, very warm to the touch and his tongue slipped out, gently licking Charles’s lips seeking entrance. Charles willingly allowed his mouth to be claimed and devoured by the gray-eyed beauty.

He felt hands slide up his arms to wrap around and embrace him, pulling his body closer until not even air could slip between the two men. Charles stood there, no hung limp in the man’s strong arms. His body melted against the other. He could feel strength and power in this body, it was overwhelming and it seemed his body had a mind of its own and it easily gave in to the silvery white haired stranger.

Strong gentle hands caressed Charles’s arms, his face and shoulders. The heat of the stranger’s body surprised him, he was like a furnace. Charles wanted to melt into the arms of the man and bathe in the comforting warmth. He breathed a sigh of content on the man’s chest making the nipples perk up.

Charles let out a tiny squeak when fingers slipped under his shirt and feathered over his own sensitive nipples and he flushed a deep red when he moaned weakly as the hands continued to explore any skin exposed. He closed his eyes afraid to see him, afraid of what he may do or not do.

An arm went around his waist to hold him as close as possible, while the other hand gently caressed his face. Charles’s head fell back when he was firmly kissed again, and then the mouth traveled over his chin down to his throat. Hot wet kisses leaving a trail of goose bumps over sensitive skin.

Charles bit his lower lip, when the man nibbled his ear lobe and began to suck in his flesh just below his ear. Charles had no idea how wonderful that was and he found that his body reacted favorably. He pressed himself even closer to the larger body if that were possible. Knowing without a doubt his skin will display the evidence of the stranger’s passion.

Strong arms lifted him up and carried him over to the bed; he was ever so gently laid down on his back. He did not know when or how it happened but he was naked and fully exposed to the man above him. The gray-eyed man lay down next to him, his eyes never looked away and Charles could feel that wonderful strong hand touch him in the most pleasant and intimate way. He closed his eyes shut so ashamed to be naked and to be aroused by this beautiful stranger.

He gasped as now two hands began to explore his body more intimately. Fingers teased and stroked his skin, he opened his eyes when the man leaned in and kissed his cheeks, his nose and claimed once again his mouth. This had to be a dream, how is it possible that this beautiful man could want him and want him like this.

Charles had never been touched in this way, he never even been kissed, and truth be told he was too ashamed to even touch himself in any intimate manner in the privacy of his own room. For years, he denied himself and ignored that part of his life. Therefore, he was at a complete loss as to what if anything should he be doing now.

He reached up and shyly touched the man’s face; he received a beautiful smile in return. Charles let his hand feel the skin, and the muscles at his fingertips. When he passed his fingers over the left shoulder, his eyebrows frowned in confusion, he felt a small scar there, and it seemed familiar to him.

“Wolf?” he whispered. He turned his head towards the bath and tried to get up. But the man got on top of him and pressed his naked body down on Charles. [Huh? Didn’t he have a towel on?] Charles thought to himself.

Charles looked up at the light gray eyes, the silvery white hair. It confused him even more, where had he seen those eyes before? Again there was a sense of familiarity, surely he would not forget seeing this color combination on such an impressive man, but it was all soon forgotten again as he felt the man’s strong body move and slide against his.

Charles whimpered in pleasure and moaned, as he was quickly aroused again. His body gave in to the man, and he submissively surrendered. Heated kisses claimed his body as the man kissed him, a warm tongue licked and his teeth nibbled his way down to Charles belly.

Charles quivered under the touch. He arched his back and hissed when he felt a warm mouth kiss his hardened flesh, he begged, for what he wasn’t sure what he should be begging for. It seemed that the man knew and Charles was buried deep in a warm wet cavern.

“Oh dear god.” Charles breathed out the words and he thought he heard the man chuckle.

He could only imagine what he looked like, fully debauched and well aroused. He reached down to bury his fingers in soft silky hair, resting his hand on the head as it bobbed up and down.

He trembled with delight, his mind checked out and the only thing he could even think about is how this man learned to do to him what he was doing. He could feel his soul get sucked out of him.

He knew he mumbled some words, because something was coming out of his mouth, the pleasure was intense and he could feel his body tightened right down between his legs. He still could not get over how he must have looked, lying on the bed on his back, his legs pushed wide apart and the white haired stranger pleasuring him in ways that could not be legal in any state.

That tongue was everywhere down there, he hissed in pleasure when said tongue began to explore deeper right down to the sensitive skin behind his testicles and moved on to his anus. Charles almost felt like screaming when it wiggled its way around his entrance. Strong hands spread him wider and pushed his legs up and down against him, he heard him whisper one word and Charles blushed bright red.

“Beautiful.” In addition, he could feel the warm breath on his lower region from him as he spoke. Charles’s body tingled, and beads of sweat formed on his brow.

Charles shut his eyes tight, he felt so ashamed to be in this position. He should be fighting off the advances from this stranger; instead, he allowed it and took pleasure from it. He licked his own dry lips trying so hard to think of something, he hissed as he was being tickled by the man’s tongue.

He could not help his embarrassment when his legs were spread wider and that warm wet muscle licked him up and down over his anus, his own anal muscles quivered and contracted in response.

He could not believe how aroused he felt; he wanted desperately to do something, anything. Suddenly his eyes popped opened and his breath hitched when the stranger explored him more intimately, that tongue wiggled its way into him and a small choked cry escaped his throat.

Charles raised both of his arms to cover as much of his face as he could, he wanted to hide, and he knew he must have busted a blood vessel as he tensed from the pleasure given to him.

His back arched again, and it seemed as if his body was trying to escape the larger man and at the same time, his body pushed against the man for more. Charles arms swung away from his face as his hands grabbed and held on to the sheets below him.

He could not believe that he whimpered pathetically when the man moved away from his lower body and sat back on his calves smiling down at Charles while his hands began to roam over Charles’s legs to caress the tender skin between his thighs.

Charles stared at the larger man as he moved to hover over his body, he could feel strong powerful legs keep his legs apart as the hands gently moved them to be more comfortable. The man rested his weight on Charles, but not completely. He did not want to cut off his breathing.

Charles could not stop trembling wondering what he would do next. He shuddered when the man’s hips pressed firmly over his, he could feel his organ rubbing his and he breathed out a soft moan with the contact, and his eyes narrowed in question as he tried to figure out the size of the larger man’s organ. Because it felt very large and hot as it continued to slide up and down on him.

He was easily distracted as the man rested one elbow beside Charles’s head to help hold his chest over him. With his free hand, the man caressed Charles’s face, fingers gently explored as they lightly touched over his eyebrows, his cheekbones and lips. He watched in anticipation when the man lowered himself to capture Charles’s mouth in a heated, possessive kiss.

Silvery white hair fell over to cover them both, and the larger man’s hand continued to caress and explore Charles’s body, and Charles could not help it but he groaned and moaned in pleasure. He loved how the long hair tickled and caressed his sweaty skin.

The man’s weight then lowered more firmly against Charles body, and he could feel his body shift as arms slid underneath his back to wrap him in a warm tight embrace. Charles’s own arms came up and over the man’s shoulders, at first, he was timid and then with more assurance to pull the man down closer to him.

Charles found himself kissing back, wanting more and opening to him as the man pushed his tongue deeper into Charles mouth, his own tongue captured and sucked by the man. He wanted more, more kisses and more caresses. Never in his life has Charles experienced such pleasure.

He knew in the back of his mind, reason was trying to get his attention, he knew he was being reckless. His mind jumped off the cliff of reasonability as he lifted his own legs to wrap around the silvery haired man’s waist to pull him down harder against his own body. He shamelessly lifted his hip and pressed himself to the larger man above him. He tried to smile while being kissed as he heard him moan in pleasure with the delicious contact.

The stranger was forced to pull away for some much needed air, he was panting a little now, not wanting to lose control. He waited for Charles for a long time and now that he had him where he wanted him, he wanted it to be special for him. He wanted to cherish Charles and treat him with the utmost care, he loved Charles deeply and he wanted to try to make it just as pleasurable for Charles as it was for him.

Charles could feel the heat from the man’s skin; he seemed caught up in a fever. His heart pounded hard and Charles felt that as well as the man pressed himself down again and began to kiss him. His mouth was once more claimed in a heated demanding kiss and Charles found himself hungry for more, he gladly opened his mouth wider and let the man taste him.

That wonderful mouth of the man then began trailing more kisses over his face, down to his chin and he sucked a bruise on his throat. In the meantime, those hands of his were everywhere again and Charles hitched a breath when they began to knead and caress his bottom cheeks. Oh, he knew he blushed a furious red as he tried to suppress a yelp from escaping past his pressed lips.

Charles held on tightly to the man as his own blunt nails tried to dig a hole in his back. He hissed in surprise as strong fingers pried his firm cheeks apart and fingers began to tease and tickle around his anus, and then Charles could not help it when the man began to kiss and suck on his nipple, nibbling lightly and playfully bite the sensitive nub.

Charles screamed, “Oh God! Oh dear GOD!’ who would have thought that he could be so aroused by that simple little touch, it sent a jolt of tingles like an electric charge right down to his toes. He shook his head from left to right as he begged, pleaded for him to stop and then, not to stop. He just knew the rascal was smiling as he continued to drive Charles crazy with both his hands and his mouth.

He did not know when it happened; he really needed to try and pay more attention. After a few more minutes of sinful pleasure received from the man, a slick finger coated in scented oil slipped inside of Charles. His eyes widen with the intrusion and he stared up at light gray eyes as that finger caressed his inner walls, and after a few minutes, he winced when a second digit soon joined the first.

The man smiled down at Charles and kissed him again to soothe his fear and to help him relax. Charles could not help but tremble, he knew what this meant and he knew the intentions of the stranger. God he felt so embarrassed and exposed. He could not believe he was being touched so intimately and he was allowing it to happen.

If anyone ever wanted to know the true meaning of pure or virgin, Charles was sure that his picture would be there next to the words. He is a well-educated young man, and scored top ten in his graduating class, Charles understood the complexities of human and animal sexual behavior. Clinically he understood it.

Physically and emotionally, he knew absolutely nothing. It was a part of his life, that he ignored or refused to face up to, being a priest made it not easy, but it helped. It pained Charles that he shut that part of himself away, deep down inside he knew he was taking the coward’s way out.

In a way, Charles was rediscovering himself now. He found pleasure with this man, even if this never happened to him again. He felt whole, right and at long last an inner peace. There was something about this man that made Charles so accepting and he welcomed his caresses and gentle kisses, his body hungered for it and his heart ached for it. He realized how much he yearned to be loved and desired the way any man or woman would want and this beautiful silvery white haired angel was gracing him with it.

He made Charles feel more alive tonight then he has in the 26 years of his entire life. It almost made him want to cry. He blinked back tears as a warm loving kiss pressed against his cheek and a corner of his mouth. Charles could not help but blush again and lowered his hazel eyes shyly.

The gentle kiss brought him back to reality, and of course, Charles was so painfully shy and felt his face flush with embarrassment as the man looked down at him while those fingers were still buried deep within his body, feeling, exploring him from the inside.

Charles felt so self-conscious with the way the man looked at him; those eyes seem to look right into his very soul. It made him feel more naked more exposed, as if nothing could be hidden from him.

Then, he felt it. It was small, a tiny little nub of excitement, pleasure. Heat pooled in his belly and he wanted to bite something, grab something. As the fingers kept moving, caressing, massaging and pushing in deeper until it found the key that the man was looking for. He smiled at Charles’s reaction when he found every man’s pleasure zone. It was the female version of the clitoris, his prostate.

He made sure he rubbed and tickled that spongy nub; while at the same time with his free hand he wrapped strong hot fingers around the smaller man’s heated flesh, it pulsed and leaked pearly drops down his fingers as he slowly stroked him up and down. The stranger watched as Charles almost buckled off the bed, and tried desperately to compose himself.

It was adorable, Charles had no idea how desirable he is, with his golden blond hair that has grown in the past few months to fall over his hazel eyes, it is thick and had a soft wave to it. His body slim and small compared to the stranger.

His face always looked innocent. Even if he got angry he would not be taken seriously, his face was not made for it. He was beautiful to look at, an angel held in thrall by heated passion.

Charles is 26 years old, but has the face and body of a beautiful sweet boy in his late teens. Charles always looked years younger than his true age, not being very tall and slim added to his youthful appearance. The one thing that made Charles so desirable is that he is completely oblivious about the way he looks, he always just considered himself average and plain.

Charles just could not help it; he bit down on his lower lip trying so hard to keep from screaming out. Whatever the man was doing to him down there felt amazing, every nerve tingled and his muscles contracted, especially the muscles around those heavenly fingers.

He wished he could stop blushing so much as he heard the man sigh in pleasure when his lower body squeezed those fingers again. He knew he must have shut his eyes tight as he dared a peek at the man to watch his reaction; he just got a beautiful smile in return.

Charles back arched off the bed as a finger slid over the slit, so wet, so warm. He felt as if his body would explode as those other fingers continued to caress deeply. It was so pleasurable to the point of pain. But it was a good kind of pain, so good.

“Please” Charles whispered, “Please, please” his voice so low he could hardly think straight to say anything sensible. It seemed his body was doing the thinking for him. Under normal circumstances, he would have argued, but the majority ruled and Charles surrendered.

{Breathe}

Huh? His eyes opened wider as he heard that word again, breathe, and Charles did just that as he took air into his lungs. He really had to stop doing that, pay attention he told himself and breathe.

The word was not spoken aloud; it was heard within his mind. He tried very hard to focus, to think how that could be and who was doing it. However, it was not easy when you had a sex god in bed with you doing sinfully yummy caresses with those wonderful fingers.

He tried to clear his mind, to think. However, all he could do was shamelessly protest when the man’s fingers slid out of him. The man’s face appeared to hover over his and he smiled down at Charles. One hand slid up between them to caress the skin on his face. Charles sighed and closed his eyes, when the man’s tongue slid out to lick the sweat over his brow.

In his mind, he berated himself for his weakness. He moaned in pleasure as his mouth was taken in a searing kiss. He felt movement from the man, not sure, what he was doing until his legs once more being moved up and spread wide again. Charles whimpered he just knew he was being looked at again, being admired by the stranger reminded him how vulnerable he was.

He could feel that his legs were being positioned to wrap around the man’s waist, his hips were also moved closer to almost being lifted up and over the man’s strong thighs. Charles eyes popped open in distress when the fingers were back, spreading his bottom cheeks, spreading him wide. He could smell the oil being spread into and around his opening, a little fear showed in his eyes.

Beautiful light gray eyes looked at him, the man’s lips moved forming words.

However, Charles was too much in a daze to make out the words, he spoke English that he knew. The voice was soothing, calming him, the voice soft and caressing his anxious mind. Charles reached up to touch his face, he liked that face, he knew in his heart he could love this face, and those eyes. Those eyes held him, making him feel safe and calm.

Those eyes so familiar, where had he seen those eyes before?

The man leaned over Charles, his hands sliding underneath him to hold him in place; arms came up for his hands to hook under his shoulders. For a few minutes, they both remained that way, looking into each other’s eyes.

Light gray eyes, so beautiful, so enchanting to look at them. Where? He asked himself, where had he seen them? Those eyes made him feel safe and cherished; He loved the beauty of his eyes.

Charles breath hitched and his own eyes watered when the man’s heated organ slowly and as carefully as possible started to push its way into his body. He stared at the man above him; Charles knew his face burned red to be taken so intimately. He could feel himself being spread wide, the flesh hot and searing him from the inside.

The pain; a burning stinging sensation almost made Charles want to push him away. He was having trouble, something was wrong. The pressure was too much and he tensed his muscles trying to stop the entry, causing it to hurt more. He felt as if his back was being split in two, and he could not help but tense his muscles even more.

{BREATHE}

He gasped, and took in a deep breath through his nose and let it out slowly through his mouth. Warm soft kisses on his shoulders and chest as he continued to listen to that voice in his head. He concentrated on the pleasure of tender kisses and after a short while the tension in his body, slowly eased off.

{Breathe my love, bare down and open to me.}

Charles turned red at the advice given, but he obeyed as the stranger slowly pushed further into him. Finding that it made it easier and less painful, he held his breath and wondered what bare down meant. Oh how he blushed hotly, as he somehow got a mental picture of it. However, he realized it helped as he continued to bare down. It helped to open him up and let this stranger enter him.

{Breathe}

Charles whimpered when he was fully impaled. His chest rose up and down slowly with his breathing. He looked up at the gray-eyed man and watched him intently, his own eyelids fluttered as he tried to blink away tears from the initial pain he felt.

The man gently wiped at Charles eyes to dry his tears and he lowered himself to kiss his trembling lips. His hand big, strong and oh so hot caressed Charles to try and distract from the pain. Warm lips continued to kiss Charles’s heated flesh.

{Breathe}

Charles breathed easily now and listened to the voice. The man slowly started to move out. Then he pushed back into Charles, a slow slide to massage the inner walls of his body. It made Charles so aware of his size. In his mind, Charles cringed at the thought of the stranger’s manhood, and as much as it hurt him, it also felt so right to him.

It was hard for Charles; he never experienced anything like this in his life. As he looked up at the man and watched his movements, he moaned in unison as he felt those movements within him. But it still hurt and he was grateful, as the man seemed to take his time and made his movements as gentle as possible. Charles could tell the man had no intentions to hurt him, at least not deliberately.

Charles also listened to the voice within his head; it anchored him and kept him focused. The sound of the voice was soft and sensuous, it seemed to reach deep within his soul to help soothe his pain and ease his fears. He no longer questioned where it came from. Or how was it possible that he was being spoken to, he listened, and let it guide him.

After awhile it got easier, the slow sensuous movements began to ease his pain and discomfort. For Charles it was more of the unknown feeling rather than the pain. The thought of this man taking him like this was awkward, he should be ashamed, and yet he found he wanted it. This shamed him even more.

The beautiful silvery white haired man moved his hips in and out in the most languorous movements. He watched Charles carefully, he felt bad that it hurt him so much at first, but now it seemed that the smaller man was calming down. Although he still appeared frightened, he tried his best to calm him.

In his heart, he wanted only to give Charles pleasure to show him how precious he is to him. He wanted to cherish him, to care for him always. He loved Charles deeply and without question, but most of all he wanted to ease his troubled mind.

The more the man looked down at Charles and admired his beautiful face, and hazel eyes. The more he knew he loved him. Charles was his and his alone; he would allow no one or anything to harm him. Unknown to Charles, he was his soul mate.

Normally the man would have waited to meet and let Charles get to know him, but he had searched for him for so long and he had to wait for the opportunity to be with him. It took awhile, what with everything that had been going on in Charles’s life. He had to be patient, but now he had him and could not wait any longer to possess the love of his life.

He silently promised to make it up to Charles and give him a proper courting, but for now, he wanted him in the worse way. He needed to be with him, to mark him as his own and so he scent marked Charles outside as well deep within his body.

Charles at long last will belong to him.

The larger man gazed down at his love, trying very hard to pay attention to his breathing and facial features. If he thought that, he might really be causing Charles, too much pain and discomfort he would stop. In fact, he wanted to thrust into him harder and faster, Charles was incredibly beautiful. He had to keep in mind that the human body is fragile and he would die if he caused Charles any harm.

His own body trembled with the urge to take Charles hard, fighting his own instinct to bite down on the young man’s throat to mark his possession. His body is far too strong and powerful for Charles to handle and so he moved gently, carefully with all the love he had to give. Charles was his beauty his beast has claimed.

He loved how Charles reacted to his touch, his body extremely sensitive. He found the young man to be so cute and endearing each time he blushed and tried to hide his face. He knew Charles was a virgin and he was determined to be the only man to touch him.

He especially loved it when Charles would touch him, it made his body burn for him, in his mind he could see how passionate Charles really could be if he would just let go and give himself over completely to him.

He smiled down at Charles again, when he felt the smaller man’s body shudder underneath him, the look on his love’s face was priceless. He maneuvered his hips and slid in deep, he was rewarded for his effort as Charles once again shuddered and yelped in surprise, as the pain was now fading and pleasure was making itself known.

Charles tried to suppress a choked cry; he suddenly began to feel something. It started out small, his belly tightened and he knew his toes curled when it happened again. He looked shyly at the stranger and wondered what it was that he was doing to him. When the man slowly pushed deeper into him, he felt it again.

That feel good feeling he got when the fingers where exploring him earlier. When it was touched again, his eyes closed, lips pressed together and unintentionally tightened his anal muscles.

At first, it hurt when he did that, but at the same time, he wanted to suck in the man’s organ deeper into him. He could hear him speak softly to him, reassuring him and making him feel so desired.

He reached up and buried his hands into the silvery white hair, he loved how silky and thick it felt in his fingers. He shut his eyes tight when he felt that little trigger of excitement hit him repeatedly. It sent jolts of electrical tingles up and down his entire body. His legs squeezed harder around the man’s waist trying to get him to move faster and harder. He hissed when that special spot was hit again.

“Oh God.” Charles barely spoke; it was more of a low breath escaping his mouth.

With hands in the man’s hair he pulled him down for a kiss, their lips locked and tongues tasted of each other. Both men moaned and groaned in ecstasy as they took pleasure in each other’s kiss.

“Please” Charles begged, when the kiss was broken, and he looked up at the man. He was frightened and excited at the same time. Not wanting this and wanting it even more. He felt an urge for something, but Charles had no idea what it was or how to ask for it. Beautiful hazel eyes begged gray eyes for something, and he hoped the stranger knew what it was.

His body felt as if he was on a roller coaster ride, the fear and excitement as it reaches the top, to stop, anticipation building up and then to plunge down fast and feel the force push you up and your stomach muscles tightens with the thrill of the danger.

“More!” Charles cried out, “Oh please, more.” Every nerve, and muscle in his body tensed, the man above him moaned in pleasure and closed his grey eyes to enjoy the feeling of the viselike grip the smaller man unknowingly gifted him. It felt so good that it was almost on the side of pain to be buried deep inside the heated silky depths of his love’s body.

As much as he tried to remain gentle in his lovemaking, his little love tempted him to the breaking point. His cries for more urged him to move a little harder and faster, he soon allowed his hips to thrust with a little more force. It was so hard to have to control his strength, but he had to. Otherwise, he would tear Charles’s body apart possibly killing him. He was just too powerful for his little darling, so he needed to maintain control of his actions.

Charles could feel the power in the man’s body; it excited him to be dominated by this stranger. He wanted so desperately to do something, he could feel his own flesh being rubbed between their bellies and he felt as if he was going to explode all over the place.

His arms went around the man’s neck as his own legs squeezed the larger body to him. He shamelessly wanted that man’s organ to grind in deeper, to take him in the worst way possible. His face heated as he pictured himself, gladly spreading his legs for him anytime anywhere. Never had Charles wanted to belong as much as he wanted to belong to this man only.

A revelation came to Charles’s mind, as he watched the stranger move in and out of his body. He realized he enjoyed being taken, it felt right; he blushed, as he knew that if he had the chance to be with this man again he would happily give himself over to him completely.

He no longer wanted to worry about what others might think of him, he wanted to be loved, and he was tired of denying himself the truth and the freedom to be who he is. [To thy own self be true.] Charles thought to himself.

Though it was hard for him, he let go and encouraged the stranger for more, he wanted to be just like any other person enjoying the pleasures of a strong body making love to him, to love and be loved.

The stranger’s thrust gradually became more urgent, more demanding as he picked up the pace and began to slide in and out a little faster and harder. Charles wanted to reach down and spread his ass cheeks wider to give him more access into his body.

He bit his lower lip as he imagined the size of the man’s organ, because each time it was pushed into him he had the urge to spread out his legs farther apart. He cringed as he yelped again in unabashed pleasure when deep inside his prostate was hit repeatedly by that demanding organ making itself at home within him.

If anyone ever told Charles that he would love the feel of a man’s cock in his ass, he would die of embarrassment. Now here he was with this man, who he had no idea of how and when he came into the room, enjoying every touch, kiss and feel of his body.

Charles could feel heat in the pit of his belly, as if he had an inner volcano rumbling, the lava boiling to the point of spilling over. He could not help but cry out several times as his body for the last time shuddered and his muscles locked, holding the larger man in his arms and his legs in a deathlike grip around his waist when he experienced his first mind-blowing orgasm. He whimpered when he felt the man thrust into him once, twice and at last one more time as he too tensed and released his burning passion deep into Charles body.

The man took Charles in a lustful kiss, swallowing up his scream in his own mouth. His organ spasm and shuddered as it gave up all it had deep inside of his little love.

Having never in his life experiencing the pleasures of an orgasm, it overwhelmed Charles to exhaustion; he whimpered one more time while the man’s kisses became more tender and loving. His arms and legs slid off of him and he passed out

The man breathed heavily, he smiled down at his little love. His own strength was giving out and he carefully slid out of Charles’s body. He could feel the warm sticky wetness between their bellies and sighed happily. He was glad that Charles was able to take pleasure from their lovemaking, his heart melted as he watched how his little love accepted him.

Not wanting to lose the warmth generated by their body heat, he moved and lay down behind Charles to spoon him close. He could not stop himself from giving Charles more kisses and soft caresses to his skin, as he moved to get comfortable behind him.

He loved the feel the smaller man’s body and he kissed Charles behind the neck and nibbled his tender earlobe. Charles moaned in his sleep and pressed himself back into the silvery haired man. Before he allowed sleep to take him into sweet dreams, he slid his fingers in between Charles buttocks to see if he made his love bleed.

Towards the end he had gotten a little rough, much as he tried to be gentle, his passionate partner seemed to have taken control and demanded him for more. He could not hold back a soft laugh as he replayed the last few minutes of complete abandon, his poor little darling will feel it in the morning.

When he saw no blood, but only his fluid on his fingers he smiled. Holding Charles in a protective embrace he sighed and snuggled into his love’s warmth, he whispered his undying love to him as his love sighed in reply and then the man allowed his sated body to lure him into a blissful slumber.

*~~~~* The Morning After *~~~~*

His body felt like heavy lead, he could feel aches and pain throughout his limbs. When he tried to move he suddenly slid off the body of the silvery white haired man and toppled off the bed to fall hard on the floor landing on his sore buttocks.

“Ow! Ow! Oh my god!” Charles cried out in pain and lay flat on his back on the floor. He winced when he moved his hips and felt even more pain in his rectum. Trying to clear the cobwebs from his mind, he blinked several times as he stared up into light gray eyes.

The stranger had awakened abruptly when he heard Charles cry out, and he immediately got up to help him. Kneeling down by his side, he placed one hand on his chest. While fingers from his other hand found its way into Charles’s hair gently caressing and smoothing back the locks of his mussed up hair.

“Ay mi amor, my little love. I am so sorry.” Light gray eyes looked down at Charles with concern and love.

“Come my sweetheart, let me help you up.” The man then began to help move Charles into a sitting position. Charles could barely move, he wondered if anyone ever the got the license of the big Mac truck that ran him over. He frowned at the man when he heard him chuckle, wondering what was so funny.

“Forgive me my little love, but you are too cute for your own good.” Charles noted a Spanish accent from the man, and he could not help but like the sound of his voice. He hissed in pain when the stranger lifted him up and sat on the bed with Charles carefully on his lap. Charles blushed deeply to feel his naked bottom on a naked lap. He tried to look away from the man and to move his body off his lap.

“Ahhh no, no. bella be still. Let me take care of you. Yes?”

The man’s voice was so soothing and Charles could not help but to melt into the tender caresses as the stranger’s hand gently stroked his back, the other touching his face tilting it up to plant a loving kiss on his lips. Those beautiful light gray eyes seemed to hold him in place, a small smile gracing the man’s full mouth as he gazed into Charles eyes.

Charles had to stop getting so easily distracted, he needed to focus. How could this have happened? He looked away feeling a little frightened and vulnerable, but it let him think now that he did not have to look up at the handsome face of the stranger.

His eyes widened in shock as last night’s encounter all came back to him. He remembered the sex when it first started, and to his shame, he realized that throughout the night he encouraged more.

He covered his face in shame as visions of himself having sex with this man all came back to him, he saw himself face down with his ass high up begging for more, his hands digging into the sheets. He lost count how many times it happened and he cringed as he remembered being on top of the man riding his cock for all he was worth and finally passing out again in the end.

“Oh dear God.” Charles whispered into his hands, he was filled with so much shame. He was never one to be so careless and reckless, let alone to even think about anything sexual. [How in the world could I act like that, and how could I beg him to use me like, like a common whore?]

He was quickly pulled out of his thoughts when a hand pulled his hands down and away from him his face. Charles was blushing beet red and too ashamed to look at the man, he kept his eyes shut tight.

“Stop it querido.” The man spoke softly to Charles, “Do not be ashamed because you allowed me to love you.”

Charles eyes slowly opened as he dared to look back at him to see his beautiful smile, and those eyes of light gray. Damn those eyes could make him stop dead in his tracks; he wondered why he felt a certain familiarity looking at his hypnotic eyes.

He jumped a little in surprise and breathed air into his lungs, as the man’s hand got his attention gently caressing his face. The man had leaned towards him and whispered into his ear, “Breathe, querido, breathe.” Once again, Charles had become easily distracted as he stared at the man’s beauty that he forgot to breathe. He really had to stop doing that.

The stranger continued to caress Charles’s face as he kissed him on the cheek, whispering words of love and comfort. As Charles sat there on his lap, he looked hard at the wine bottle still on the table and frowned, could it be he hoped that he was drugged? It could only explain why his behavior was so reckless, under normal circumstances he would never allow it. He had to be drugged and now he dared look back at the man in anger.

The man pulled away and looked firmly into Charles’s eyes understanding his thoughts completely.

“I would never stoop so low as to drug one’s drink. So you can get that thought right out of your head.” The man spoke with righteous indignation.

Charles shoulders slumped in shame. Somehow he just knew that the man spoke the truth, so no, he was not drugged into whoredom. But, how he asked himself, how could he behave like that? He wanted to hide, he wanted to be away from this place, his life suddenly took a drastic change and he had no idea how he could let it all get away from him.

But most of all he really wanted a bath, a long night of sexual debauchery left him messy and sticky. Oh and don’t forget extremely sore though out his body.

He was suddenly being lifted up and carried into the bathroom; he was taken into the shower stall, which was large enough for two to share. The man spoke softly to him as he let Charles stand in front of him with his arm around his waist supporting his weight. Charles legs felt useless, and he almost slid down to the floor of the shower stall.

“Easy querido let me help you.” His voice whispery soft sounded so sexy even when he wasn’t trying to be sexual.

The stranger held on to Charles with his back to the shower, protecting him from the first spray of cold water. Once the water was at the right temperature, the man began to bathe Charles.

Charles let out a contented sigh, feeling a large strong hand wash him. With eyes closed his head fell forward and his body hung lifelessly, what kept him from falling was the strong arm of the man holding him against the larger body. For now all Charles could think of was how deliciously it felt to be cared for so tenderly.

In the back of his mind he knew he should be demanding some answers, but for now all he could do was hang within the strong arms of the stranger whom he allowed to use him.
And once again he blushed so red and he felt the heat rise within his body when soft lips kissed his ear lobe and warm words breathed on his skin.

“Please querido, think of me more intimately. Considering what we shared during the night, we are no longer strangers to each other.”

Charles let out a deep sigh when his intimate stranger began to wash between legs; strong soapy fingers gently caressed and cleaned him thoroughly. He winced when said fingers carefully passed over his anus and unintentionally squeezed his buttocks together.

“Ayyyy, ya ya mi Corazon, it is good that I refused the fourth time you wanted me inside of you, yes? I promise to kiss it and make you feel better.”

Charles groaned and tried covering his face, but his hands felt too heavy to lift. He was about to protest the man’s statement but thought better of it as his mind remembered his shameless pleading for more.

He was turned around and lifted up by strong arms, facing his intimate stranger made Charles gasp in surprise. He looked at light gray eyes and could feel his body relax; beautiful was all Charles could think of, beautiful.

Soft warmed lips kissed him, and he signed as the man’s tongue eased its way into his mouth. Charles arms came around his neck and held on to him, and he looked away when the kiss ended to find that his legs wrapped around those slim hips pressing both their groins together.

He felt so ashamed of himself, and he scolded his whoring body which reacted so easily to this man. Did he forget all of his teachings, when did his morals bale out on him? For crying out loud he screamed in his head, he didn’t even know the man’s name.

“Esteban”

“Huh?” Charles blinked in confusion as he suddenly snapped back his head to stare at the man still holding him close.

“My name querido is Esteban. Such poor manners no excuse for it really, I should have told you. Esteban Castelleano, and you mi vida are the love of my life.”

Charles could feel excitement and fear warring in his soul, love of his life? He didn’t know if that was a good thing or perhaps he found himself in the arms of an obsessive disturbed man?

When he finished bathing and rinsing him, Esteban slowly lowered Charles to his feet; he smiled seeing the look in hazel eyes close as he deliberately let his body slide down his. He held on to Charles as he slid down to the floor, his legs still felt weak for him to stand on his own.

“I assure you querido, I am of sound mind…..” a slow smile and eyelids lowered halfway over light gray eyes as he said the last few words. “And body.” Esteban knew that Charles would catch the double meaning, and almost laughed seeing him turn red from head to toe.

Oh yes Charles thought to himself, the man is definitely of sound body. He watched as Esteban began to bathe himself, through the steam filled enclosure Esteban moved like a dream. Long lean limbs and firm muscles, silvery white hair seem to glistened with the water.

He watched as muscles shifted with his movement, his eyes traveled over his broad back down to his narrow waist. Charles mouth watered as he admired his buttocks and powerful thighs. He envied the hands that soaped up that flesh, beautifully tanned and if he remembered firm silky flesh to the touch.

The man so tall and beautiful, his eyes continued to travel down that gorgeous body as he took in the calves and well formed ankles. Who knew, he told himself that ankles could be so sexy to look at. He noted the small chuckle that Esteban made when he thought about that.

After the long journey of his eyes traveling down Esteban’s back, hazel eyes rested on his feet. To Charles they were perfect, his feet are big but slender and his toes are well formed not pigeon toed or separated like others that he saw when he used to go to the beach.

Esteban had turned around and tilted his head back to rinse the conditioner out of his hair, the front of this body fully exposed to Charles. The smaller man’s head jerked and he quickly looked up to admire the rest of the silvery white haired man.

Charles looked up and took in the beauty of the man, high cheek bones, eyebrows a darker gray. He liked his full mouth and blushed again remembering how sweet and warm those lips are. He actually shuddered at the sight of him.

Hazel eyes continued on its long journey down the long slender throat, noticing a small little mark there. Did he do that during his wild night of abandonment? He chose to move on and licked his lips remembering those sweet nipples. Move on.

The man had six pack abs that no normal human can possess, how much did he have to work out to get that result? Charles asked himself, he could not believe how amazing Esteban’s body is. Move on.

He loved his belly button, how strange to find that part of the anatomy so attractive. Charles wondered what it would be like to dip his tongue in there. Move on.

He froze when his eyes came to the one place that he never in his life ever thought he would have the nerve to gaze upon. Esteban was definitely a man’s man; his breath hitched and his skin must have turned a furious red. No wonder his bottom ached so much, he should move on but he found himself staring and not breathing.

He felt like fainting, did he actually beg that thing to be inside of him? Talk about being well endowed, he wanted to look away but he couldn’t. It’s like looking at a car crash, you know you should look away but you don’t. He felt like a pervert, but he actually felt a sense of pride.

His mouth watered as he wondered what it would feel like in his mouth, he knew Esteban tasted him and he wondered if he found him to be sweet on his own taste buds. He swallowed and licked his lips as he admired that part of him. He felt weak and inadequate as he compared himself to Esteban.

At last without even realizing it, he looked down and unconsciously covered himself with his hands. To Charles, Esteban’s perfection was too much for him, he felt ashamed to be naked in front of him. Why? Charles asked himself, why would someone as beautiful as Esteban want to have anything to do with him?

Warm hands swept back his wet hair and lifted his face, soft lips kissed him. He hadn’t realized that the shower had been turned off and he could feel those strong hands lift him and remove his own hands away from between his legs.

“No, no querido. No mi amor, do not be ashamed of yourself. Your body is perfectly proportioned to your height and weight. As for this….” Esteban cupped Charles between his legs and caressed his flesh. “You have much to be proud of……I look forward to enjoying the pleasures of your body for the rest of my life.”

Charles actually smiled and took in a deep breath; he inhaled Esteban enjoying the clean fresh scent of him. He felt silly now comparing himself to the man. Of course he is bigger; the man is bigger all over. He blushed red again hearing the man laugh softly behind him as his long arm reached out for a towel.

Still holding onto Charles with one arm and pressing his front to the smaller man he wrapped the towel around him. He leaned in closer to whisper into his ear. “I am pleased that you think I am as tall as a mountain, and yes. Querido you can climb me anytime you like.”

Esteban carried Charles over to the counter and sat him on it; Charles was staring at him not saying anything at the moment. He was trembling and Esteban grabbed a few more towels to cover him. He worked quickly to get the smaller man dry; using a smaller towel he rubbed it into his hair to dry him.

“You are so cold querido, do not worry I will have you warmed up in no time.”

It occurred to Esteban that not only was Charles not speaking, but his mind hand gone pitch black. He could not see him speaking in his mind; therefore he could not know his thoughts it left him blind to his mind.

He let him be as he continued to dry the man, even though he could not pick up anything in his mind he knew what happened. His mate had come to a realization and he was either going to be very angry, confused or frightened.

Charles pushed Esteban’s hands away, “Where is he?” he demanded.

He looked around the room searching for someone, “What did, what did you do to him?” his voice rising, fear lining his words.

“Easy querido who are you looking for?”

Charles slipped off of the counter grabbing the towels to cover himself; there was fear in his eyes as he stared at Esteban slowly backing out of the bathroom. He looked around searching, while still keeping an eye on the silvery white haired man who followed him into the room.

“What did you do, where is he?” Charles looked at the door; there was only one way in and one way out. More if you count the windows, could he throw himself out of the window, will he be able to escape with his life?

“Querido? Please do not be afraid I would never hurt you.” as if the lights came on, Esteban now could see his thoughts. He needed to act quickly before his mate hurt himself.

“Wolf? Where are you boy?” with an accusing look in his eyes he directed his anger at Esteban. He was so afraid that the poor animal had been harmed. And he could only imagine what that man did to wolf.

“My wolf” Charles explained, “A big beautiful wolf, he was in the bathroom. How did you get in with him there? What did you do to him?” tears pricked the corners of his eyes the thought that this man may have harmed the animal angered him.

“He’s just an innocent creature, he, he wouldn’t have hurt you. Where is he? My wolf, I mean not my wolf, the wolf where ……”

He turned towards the door determined to leave, he knew he was naked with only a towel to cover him, but he was afraid and he hoped to get help soon. No sooner had he thought about it he found himself blocked from the door when Esteban suddenly was there in front of him.

“Stop” Esteban ordered, “You are not going anywhere until I had a chance to explain things to you.”

It was Esteban’s luck that only was there fear and confusion, but the anger kicked in as Charles batted his hands away from him. He stepped back and had to stop when the back of his legs hit the bed behind him.

“Don’t! Don’t touch me, get away from me!” Charles tried one more time to get around Esteban, but the larger man easily picked him up and held him tight in his arms. Charles felt so powerless as he tried to push and kick himself free.

He tried in vain to free himself, but the larger man was so strong. He kept pushing and kicking, now panic was slowly taking over and when he punched Esteban he pulled back in pain when his fist made contact with his jaw.

His hand did not break but the pain radiated up his arm, in shock Charles hugged his hand to his chest staring up at Esteban. He was so scared he screamed at him. “Let me go!”

To Charles surprise Esteban did not get angry, light gray eyes merely looked back at him as he flat out refused his request.

“No”

Charles did not have a chance to respond, Esteban kissed him hard and carried him to the bed. He sat down with Charles on his lap, afraid that he would want sex Charles tried to escape. Esteban’s strong arms kept him in place.

He kept one arm firmly around his waist while he rubbed his back waiting for Charles to calm down and breathe normally. The poor thing was panting and his heart pounded against his chest.

Having struggled almost out of breath he found himself where he started his morning. Sitting naked on a naked man’s lap. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked up fearfully at light gray eyes.

Perhaps Charles decided it was best to stay calm, who knows what he did to wolf and he can only imagine what he would do to him.

As for Esteban he could see the fear in his eyes and felt horrible, this is not what he had in mind once he claimed his mate. He smiled gently at Charles and hugged the smaller man closer to him.

“Forgive me querido; this is not the way it should have gone. For my impatience of wanting to be with you, I have ruined it for you.”

“Don’t touch me.” Charles hissed in anger. “Is he dead, did you kill him?”

Esteban sighed; he has frightened his love “I will not say anymore until you calm down. I am sorry querido, but……give me a moment and it will all be clear.”

Charles was trembling but at least now he wasn’t trying to get away from him.
[Ok let him talk, who knows what he can do, he’s so big and strong. He, he…… I think he may have hurt the wolf.] Charles blinked back tears, he didn’t know what he would do if the man did hurt the poor animal.

Esteban carefully slid off the bed leaving Charles sitting on the edge; he knelt down in front of him just in case he made a run for it. His big strong hands gently rubbed his thighs trying to keep Charles calm.

The smaller man did nothing; he just sat there staring into light gray eyes. Every now and then his eyes darted to the exit and back to gray. He was fighting back the will to cry, this man, this beautiful man did things to him that he never knew he could feel and it saddened him to think that perhaps he is cruel, unstable, delusional, a murderer…….

Esteban shook his head and raised one hand up to pull Charles away from his train of thought.

“No mi amor, no, no, no. I am none of those things; do not think of me that way. I will tell you everything and anything you wish to know. But I beg of you please, stay calm. Because of what I say well……”

Esteban had to think carefully now, of course his intended mate will think he is crazy. After all he is a very rare breed, and there is no telling how he will react.

[Caramba! I am a fool, why did I not listen to my elders? There is a reason why they are wiser.] Esteban now scolded himself for acting with the wrong head.

Esteban caressed a very confused man sitting rigid on the bed, and drew his hand away. He shrugged his shoulders and smiled shyly up at Charles. He slowly stepped away so that his mate would not feel crowded.

He remained on his knees and rested his palms on his thighs, taking in a deep breath he opened his mouth, but no words came out. This was going to be harder then he thought.

Blinking his eyes fast, Charles couldn’t help it. He needed to know what happened as he once more asked, demanded in a low whisper to know where the wolf is.

“Why would you hurt him, he’s just an innocent animal. If you taken the time to notice, wolf would never hurt you. Where is he? Plea……please tell me.”

Charles looked at this beautiful man on the floor in front of him; he had sat back on his heels. He couldn’t help but admire his body once again and sighed in frustration to be so easily distracted by him. As much as he cared and loved the wolf, somehow this man would break him if it was true that he was a murderer of wolves.

Why he felt like that Charles could not explain, but he wanted this man to be good, a kind and caring man. A man who would not kill innocent animals, a loving man, if at all possible a sane man.

Esteban smiled at Charles and bowed his head to him placing his right hand over his own heart, “Querido, mi amor, mi vida, mi corazon. I am good man, a caring man and I never would harm anyone without cause. Surely by now if I really wanted to harm you, do you not believe that I would have done so?”

In response Charles wiped angrily at his eyes, trying to think of what he wanted to say. Just as he was going to yell back at Esteban he stopped, as another thought slammed into his mind.

Grabbing the sheets around him Charles pushed back onto the bed until his back hit the headboard. He looked like a drunken man trying to maintain his balance, hazel eyes wide open as he stared at the beautiful man still sitting on the floor. He pointed a shaky finger at him, with disbelief in his confused mind.

“How did you know what I was thinking, how could you know, never mind that how did you get in here, where is wolf. How do you know what I’m thinking?”

Charles let out strangled cry, “Who are you, where is my wolf?” his voice got higher, angry with himself for not being able to fight off the man which he should have done from the very beginning.

A low growl reverberated throughout the room; Charles stopped and looked towards the door. He knew the growl did not come from there, but he was hopeful thinking that somehow the wolf escaped and now came back for him.

His attention was drawn back to Esteban when he heard him sigh softly, silvery white hair moved slowly as the beautiful man shook his head. Light gray eyes stared at Charles and then Esteban nodded resigning himself to tell his mate everything.

He raised both hands keeping Charles attention on him as he spoke softly to him, “What I have to say is very difficult to explain, and I am trying to choose the right words.”

Charles didn’t know what he meant by that, but it scared him and wrapped the sheets tighter around him as if it could protect him from Esteban. He still could not help but ask once again about the wolf.

“Please ah, Este…..Esteban? Please just tell me what you did with the wolf, I….I just need to know if he’s ok. Ok?

Esteban shook his head and smiled, “Mi amor, querido. You must understand that I would never hurt you.”

Yes Charles nodded, he understood however not seeing the wolf did not help him believe anything he had to say.

“Esteban please just tell me what happened……I” Charles choked back his words, he wanted to know and yet at the same he was afraid of what Esteban might say.

As if he were in meditation, Esteban closed his eyes. Charles watched him for awhile and was about to say something, when the silvery white haired man raised his hand. Charles was a bit peeved, but he crossed his arms over his chest and waited.

He couldn’t keep quiet for long, forgetting his fear of the man Charles warned him under his breath.

“Esteban, just say it. Say what you need to say, give me peace of mind. I need to know what you did to the wolf.”

Esteban’s body shook with his laughter; light gray eyes looked up at the smaller man. Seeing the look in Charles’s eyes made him stop, trying to mask the grin on his face as he answered him.

“Forgive me querido, but you are too beautiful for words. I look forward to many years of being put in my place by you. We would have so much fun.”

Clutching the sheets closer, his face turned red either from anger or embarrassment Charles could not make up his mind. He is getting close to losing his patience with the man no matter how beautiful he is.

He was about to demand answers when Esteban spoke up again.

“He is here, querido.”

“Huh, who, who is here?” Charles asked as he turned towards the door wondering if someone was there.

“Your wolf is here mi amor.” Esteban answered, “He is safe, unharmed and I might add very happy.”

“Wha…..where, where is he?” Charles was now more confused than ever before.

Esteban spread out his arms, “Here, with us. I am here and so is the wolf, the wolf within me.”

Charles had scooted closer to the edge of the bed, looking down. “Is he under the bed? No, he’s too big, where, what do you……” He looked up and stared at Esteban, beautiful Esteban sitting on the floor in his naked glory.

A radiant smile on his full mouth and long lean muscled arms spread out as if beckoning him to come closer into his embrace. His mind a jumbled mess as he became more and more confused.

Esteban rested his hands back on his thighs; Charles eyebrow arched and Esteban matched him, waiting and hoping he would understand.

Charles felt like an idiot, frowning he repeated in his mind the words [the wolf within me?]

“Si querido, the wolf within me.” Esteban smiled at him.

Charles glared back at Esteban, “Will you…….” he stopped and shut his mouth closed, wondering if he had it figured out.

“Are you saying that the wolf belongs to you, are you his master?”

Esteban shook his head and made a familiar snorting sound, “No, no, I am master of no one, you are his master.”

Charles jerked back, surprised by that remark made by Esteban, “No I’m not, I just found him yesterday. I, I thought I hit him with my car. He’s not my wolf, and if he’s not yours then whose his master?”

Esteban shook his head and sighed, “It is difficult to explain, my wolf belongs to you now, and soon your wolf will be mine. When we are properly mated, we will belong to each other.”

Properly mated? Charles just stared at the man wondering what planet he came from. He frowned when Esteban let out a soft chuckle.

“Esteban are you trying to say that you and the wolf are the same, like a werewolf?”

He smiled at Charles and nodded, “We prefer Lycans, the ability to transform from human form to that of a wolf. Werewolf sounds so archaic; I like to think that we are far more sophisticated.”

Charles sat there, staring with his mouth hanging open and then his shoulders slumped. He lowered his head and covered his face with his hands. He felt his chest constrict as if something heavy lay on it.

Here was this incredibly gorgeous hunk of man, and sometime during the night Charles had made a decision. To thy own self be true, he didn’t want to deny his true nature and he no longer cared what others thought about him.

In regards to that part of his life he was determined not to be afraid anymore, he’s gay. That’s right he said it to himself, he admitted it. He found men attractive, or rather he found this particular man very attractive. Last night he was a slut, but at least he was a slut only with this man.

Esteban’s chest rumbled with laughter as he tried to hold it in, innocent light gray eyes looked up at Charles and swallowed back another chuckle when he was met with glaring hazel eyes.

Charles didn’t know what to make of this; his heart ached and filled with sadness. Not only is it possible that he did something to the wolf, but it was obvious that beautiful Esteban is mentally unstable.

Now a new fear slowly crept back into his mind, just how unstable is Esteban. How long will this man keep him here and does he intend to keep using him for sex? Is Esteban going to kill him when he is through with him?

Charles jumped when another growl filled the silence within the room. He stared at him and wondered how he can make himself sound just like an animal.

Esteban no longer smiled and sat up straighter on the floor, “Enough querido, the things that you think of. You are going off on a wild tangent, no. I have not hurt any wolf, and no, I will not kill you. For the record yes, I wish to be with you always and most definitely we will make love as much as we both desire.”

Esteban then smiled and winked at the smaller man on the bed, “And, as I have declared before. I am of sound mind and……body.”

“How can, how can you do that?” Charles voice squeaked. “How do you know what I’m thinking?”

Esteban grinned and proudly announced, “I am Lycan, I can see you speaking, your thoughts. Only I see it in your mind, I know confusing. But when you are like me, a lycan. You will understand.”

“A lycan, me?” Charles hands fisted the sheets tighter. “How, how? From last night when you and I were, um last night when we….we. Is that going to change me?”

Esteban shook his head, “Oh no querido, I can only change you in my lycan form. On the other hand do not be surprised if your hearing, eyesight, smell and taste buds and other normal functions are a little enhanced. After all I did fill you to the brim last night.”

Charles covered his face, [Oh good God, he’s more than a little unstable he’s gone completely mad.]

Esteban frowned, “Querido, please I am telling you the truth.”

Charles looked up and gave Esteban a small sad smile, in his mind and heart the man needed help, professional help.

“Breathe querido.”

“Argh dear god.” Charles has stopped breathing, once again when he was too scared or nervous he had a tendency to hold his breath. He really needed to stop doing that.

“Now querido as I was saying…..”

“Esteban wait, is there someone I can call for you, family, maybe a friend? I have my cell phone and you can call whoever you like to come over and take you home?”

Eye lids lowered at half mast over light gray eyes as they stared at Charles. His voice came out low with a tinge of anger which startled the smaller man.

“As I was saying querido.”He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Sensing the fear in Charles he softened and sighed, “I am sorry querido; I have gone about this the wrong way. I had hoped that an explanation would make it clear; you will understand if I show you.”

“Show me?” Charles asked. He looked at the naked man on the floor, what more could he show him?

He watched as Esteban got down on all fours, silvery white fell over his head and he looked up at Charles.

“Listen very carefully querido, I am going to change into a wolf for you. Do not be afraid keep in mind that it is me. I am your wolf querido; I have waited for so long to be with you. Mi amor please, do not be afraid.”

Charles was dumfounded, what could he do? If he insisted on calling someone it might anger him, maybe provoke him to violence. Perhaps it was best just to humor him, such a shame; if things were different he could fall in love with this man.

“Querido you are so sweet and adorable, and yes you are in love with me. You just do not realize it yet.”

Charles was trying to stay calm and watched the man stretch as if preparing for the change. He was nibbling on his lower lip getting nervous of what the man will do afterwards. Of course he couldn’t change into a wolf, no one can.

“Yes I can querido.”

This was too much, he glared at Esteban. “You’re not reading or seeing my thoughts Esteban, you just happen to be very good at reading or seeing my body language.”

Soft laughter from the floor as Esteban nodded at him, “Remember, recuerdas mi amor. What I have told you do not be afraid. I would never hurt you, I love you.”

This is hopeless; this would have been funny if it weren’t so sad. Esteban believed he could do this and Charles almost wished it could be true. He was starting to feel sorry for the man, who somewhere along the way had become delusional, perhaps too many horror movies in his life.

Never the less he watched and waited, he still kept looking at the exit. If Esteban was determined to prove it, then he would be pre-occupied and this may give Charles a way out.

As for Esteban he merely smiled at his beautiful mate, he would make the change quickly for Charles to see and believe and then change back to his human form to deal with a shocked human, who he hoped would not be too shocked.

He breathed in deeply, his nostrils flared as he filled his lungs with the scent of his mate. Although there is fear mixed in with that scent, Esteban smiled to himself as he licked his lips.

His wolf wanted out, it smelled the fear and its instinct to hunt down his prey came to the forefront of his mind. He ordered his wolf into peace Charles is not prey, Charles is his master, his mate.

For Charles it seemed that the air changed in the room, he forgot about escape and stared at Esteban. He did not understand what was going on, but he felt as if something was coming. His eyes focused on Esteban’s beautiful face, his perfect body sat peacefully. He looked like he was meditating.

With gray eyes closed and a lovely smile on his lips, Charles stared and wished he could kiss him. Long silvery white hair seem shorter and the face began to show more hair, his face moved and changed becoming less human and more animal.

Charles whole body froze as he stared and frowned at the man, his fear took a back seat as curiosity slowly took over. It really did not become clear in his mind at what he is seeing. For Charles it was like seeing a movie in slow motion, even he moved slow as he inched his way to edge of the bed almost sliding off.

Esteban’s head became larger, two ears grew on top of his head, and silvery white fur now covered him. His torso extended, his hips widen and a tail swished behind him. Hazel eyes widened and stared as arms became legs and feet changed into huge paws.

All the while the room was silent as Esteban changed; slow easy breathing from him and deep heavy breathing from Charles. A smooth easy transition from human to wolf, no screaming, or cries of pain no violent sounds of bones braking as the human shifted its form.

And after a few minutes passed what remained is a big beautiful silvery white wolf sitting in the middle of the room. Its light gray eyes looking at Charles, he almost looked like he was smiling at him.

Charles gulped in a deep breath when a cold wet nose nudged him in the chest; he absently reached out and held the wolf’s huge head. Staring at its eyes and not saying anything.

He was in a daze, not sure what had just happened. The wolf sat down in front of Charles and stared back, waiting. He could not make out his thoughts right now it was jumbled mess and it made him dizzy, so he decided to move out of his mind and wait. So far, there was no screaming and running away.

Could it be shell shock? Charles just sat there saying nothing, but at least he was still petting him. The smaller man kept running his hands over his head and behind his ears, hazel eyes bored a hole into the wolf.

“Wolf?” a voice that could barely be heard, but the wolf heard him just fine as it nodded its head and lay down on Charles’s lap.

With his hands, Charles pushed back a lock of his hair out of his eyes. He didn’t even realize that his mouth still hung open, he shut it and swallowed. His mouth felt dry and looked down at the wolf on his lap. Its huge head was actually larger than his lap.

Charles touched his face, his chest and hugged himself as if trying to make sure he was real. He carefully touched the wolf and reassured himself that the animal is just as real. He blinked his eyes trying to clear his vision, and looked all around him. Yes he knows where he is and the wolf is real.

He tried to speak but his voice felt strained, he cleared his throat, sucked in a deep cleansing breathe and tried again.

“Um, wolf….you would not…………oh my god.” Hazel eyes slowly closed as he tried to think of what he wanted to say.

“Dear god, um wolf…..where………oh Christ!” he absently continued to pet the wolf, just doing that offered some measure of comfort.

He stared across the room and pulled his shoulders back. He let out a small nervous laugh and shrugged his shoulder and shook his head. His nervous laughter filled the silence in the room.After a while the laughter faded and he placed a hand on his chest, clearly feeling tired.

“Oh my god, wolf I’m so embarrassed. You wouldn’t believe what happened.”

Light gray eyes looked up at him.

Charles leaned back on his hands, letting the wolf stay on his lap; he shook his head and laughed softly at himself.

“Now that was one dream that actually felt real!” he laughed again and let himself fall back on the bed. Wiping his hands over his face he stared up at the ceiling.

“I’m so glad you’re a wolf, because it’s not like you can repeat what I’m going to tell you.”

One last chuckle from him and his eyes narrowed as he tried to word it right. “I had this, this weird…..oh boy really weird dream. Now don’t laugh wolf but you would never, ever believe what I just dreamed.”

As if he had to think about it, his mind denying the truth. “Dream.” He breathed out.

The wolf licked his thigh and made Charles giggle.

“Stop that, it tickles, now where was I? Oh yes really weird dream, so weird.”

Charles did not notice when the wolf moved its head underneath the sheets and nuzzled between his legs essentially pushing them gently apart.

And the wolf sighed, quite happy where he is.

“You sneaky little rascal, you had flushed my candy down the toilet and I got ticked off with you. In my dream you stayed in the bathroom and pretended to take a shower. Now here is where it really gets crazy wolf pay attention.”

No sounds or movement from the wolf so Charles continued with his story.

“I was thinking how human you were behaving since we met, you know being pushy and demanding. Understanding me almost word for word and I was trying to get you to come out of the bathroom, are you listening wolf?”

Silence

“But it wasn’t you that came out of the bathroom, what did come out was…..oh my god…….here’s where I say I’m sorry because I completely forgot all about you wolf, sorry. Anyway out came this……….this……….hair, silvery and body, wet. Did his towel fall off or…..and we……..um we……….well you get the picture. We had…..mmmmm I, we……..oh my god wolf! What are you doing?”

Charles looked down his body to find silvery white hair covering him, it bobbed up and down and Charles cried out softly. He shuddered in pleasure as Esteban licked and sucked him senseless. He wondered when he became fully exposed; he thought he had a towel and sheets covering him.

“Este, no, oh god. Wolf? Este…..wha, doing?”

Esteban looked up; his tongue licked his inner thigh. “What I promised querido, I am going to kiss it and make it better.”

Charles’s head fell back down and he shut his eyes closed; once again his mind took a leap off the cliff of reasonability. He groaned deep in his chest, feeling his legs being pushed up and spread out.

Hot soft lips kissed his anus, a tender tongue gently licked him and Charles came like a bloated volcano.

Esteban moved up and looked down at his mate, hazel eyes slowly opened. Charles reached up and caressed Esteban’s perfect face. Blond eyebrows frowned as he blinked several times to really see him.

“Not a dream?” Charles asked.

Esteban smiled and pulled Charles in closer to him, kissing his lips and his throat. Looking down at his love and nodded.

“No querido, not a dream.”

“But, how?”

Esteban snuggled in closer, his hand caressing Charles’s chest and lightly played with his pert little nipple.

“In time querido, I will explain how we came to be. As for now can you accept the truth?”

Esteban’s hand traveled over his mate’s belly, Charles moaned a little and Esteban smiled.

“Esteban.”Charles sighed, “I’m having enough trouble trying to accept this.”

He was confused by what Charles meant; his mate blushed beautifully as he shyly looked away.

“You, me, us in this bed. I can’t believe the way I acted with you last night. I’m such a slut.”

Warm lips kissed his shoulder, “No querido. You were never a slut.”

“You do remember what happened last night don’t you?” and in an insecure voice Charles added, “Don’t you?”

Lust laced his words as he answered, “Oh yes my love, I remember everything.”

Charles wished he could crawl under a rock and hide, Esteban made everything sound sexy. He could read the back of a cereal box and Charles would feel the heat within his loins.

Strong fingers turned Charles to face Esteban, “You would never have behaved like that with anyone else, it is only with me. Because you love me and I love you and, there is no shame in what we shared last night.”

“How can you say that?” Charles asked. “We don’t know anything about each other; you talk as if we are lov, ahh friends, no that is not exactly right. But I’m sure you know what I mean.”

Thick laughter tickled Charles ear and a warm hand caressed his thigh.

“Do you not remember me querido?” Esteban’s word whisper soft.

“Remember?”

“Si mi amor, when you were but a sweet darling little child. Your papa Benny, Maggie and Father Carter took you and your friends camping.”

Charles frowned, trying to remember, confused as to what it had to do with them being here now. Benny his guardian who was like a father to him, because of Benny and Maggie he had a good childhood.

Remembering Benny always brought him good memories and yes he did remember the camping trip. He was maybe 6 or 8 years old, he was not exactly sure. He did remember Benny carrying him around showing an innocent and curious Charles the wonders of the forest.

Charles especially liked seeing the birds, it was spring the weather perfect and there were blue jays and cardinals flying around. Benny showed him how to throw some bird feed so they would come closer and allow Charles to watch them eat.

He had fun playing and running around with his friends, the children were then put in their tents to nap while Benny and Father Carter prepared dinner for them. Maggie was busy unpacking in her tent.

No one noticed when Charles slipped out of his tent because he heard birds chirping nearby and he wanted to see what color they were. He crawled out from the back of the tent and no one noticed the small child follow the sounds deeper into the forest.

Like watching a movie as Charles could see himself walking deeper and deeper into the woods, as a child he was not afraid and he didn’t think that he was doing anything wrong. So curious he continued on until he came to a small clearing and heard voices.

Charles breath hitched and he looked at Esteban when realization hit him, “It was you, you were there. But you were not alone, a man stood beside you. I think I really liked his eyes, oh my god really light blue eyes.”

Esteban smiled and nodded in agreement, “Ahhh yes, my friend Marcus.”

Charles memory became clearer as he now looked at Esteban, “But you were a wolf standing next to him and your eyes. Oh my god now I know why I like your eyes, your wolf eyes.”

“Yes querido and do you remember more?”

Charles smiled, “Oh I remember, I was always begging Benny for a puppy and when I saw you. I thought you were the most beautiful puppy I ever seen.”

Esteban snorted at that and Charles added, “I also remember your friend saying you are not a puppy, you’re a wolf.”

Esteban’s voice filled with pride, and possession. He kissed Charles softly on his shoulder, his hand caressing between his legs.

“We were so amazed that you showed no fear, a beautiful inquisitive child. Do you remember what you did?”

Charles nodded and smiled. “I hugged you.”

Esteban leaned in closer and licked his earlobe; his hand now cupped Charles between his legs. A low moan of pleasure and sped up breathing.

“And what did you say querido, when you hugged me what is the one word you said to me?”

Charles blushed as he stared into light gray eyes, heated arousal slowly building in his belly.

“Mine.” Charles moaned.

“Mine.” Agreed Esteban as he slowly moved and pressed his body down on Charles.

“Mine?” Charles asked, his legs spreading to allow the larger man between them.

Esteban noted the tone of fear in his word, but it was not fear of him. It was fear of not agreeing, fear of rejection of which he had no intention of doing.

One arm went underneath Charles shoulders; the other had somehow got lubricant and gently prepared him. Charles’s arms wrapped around Esteban’s neck, his legs opened wider and he cried out softly as he welcomed him into his body.

“Eternally querido, wolves mate for life.” He groaned in pleasure as his mate agreed.

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A week had come and gone, they spent the entire time in the room. Charles never bothered to see who was responsible for sending three home cooked meals a day, plenty of fresh fruit, assorted snacks in the refrigerator and chocolate candy bars, which Esteban kept taking away from him.

And while they showered he found the bed freshly made with crisp new linen each day. They spent the time bonding not only physically, but emotionally as well. Usually the shy and withdrawn type in his social skills, Charles found himself enjoying and being comfortable talking with Esteban.

They were together twenty four seven, except for one night when Esteban shifted to his wolf form so he can go for a run in the woods. On that particular night it was Charles’s chance to sneak in a Snickers® candy bar for his dessert.

He was sweaty, exhausted but his body sang with sexual delight as his mate thrust one last time into him, his muscles contracted and he cried out his satisfaction in sync with Esteban. Charles sighed and breathed in deeply, his hands exploring the strong back of his mate.

“Oh god Esteban, I can’t believe how much I want you.” Charles breathed out slowly and smiled up at the ceiling.

Esteban was busy nibbling, kissing and rubbing his face in Charles neck, scent marking him a gazillion times.

“To be fair, I am very irresistible querido.”

Charles rolled his eyes and slapped Esteban’s rock hard butt, “And don’t forget modest.”

A low rumble of laughter from Esteban vibrated between them, kissing Charles as he slowly and carefully pulled out and rolled them so that the smaller man can now rest on top of him.

A contented sigh released from Charles lips and he smiled looking down at the eyes he had fallen madly in love with. Yes he told himself, Esteban is irresistible. Big strong hands caressed his back from his shoulders down to his bottom, staying there as fingers gently massaged his warmed flesh.

“It is you who is irresistible querido; I can never get enough of you.”

Charles blushed and lowered his face on Esteban’s chest, when they made love he became bolder and had no problem showing his appreciation for the man. But afterwards, well he had and always been a shy man.

“Um, Este?”

“Que mi amor?”

To hear Esteban speak to him with such endearment made his heart swell, so this is love. This is what it feels like to be cherished and adored, as well as loved without boundaries. If Charles lived to be a hundred, he would never believe this could have happened to him.

During their week together Esteban had told him how much he yearned for him, but was forbidden by his elders not to interfere with his life. It had to take a natural course, and at the time of Charles personal indecision he wished Esteban was there. Maybe he would have made better choices for his career.

When he asked if Esteban had fallen in love with him as a child, Esteban vehemently shook his head.

“Absolutely not querido, I am not a pedophile. It was your innocence and lack of fear that intrigued me. I wanted to know you better, when you became older, became a man that is when I fell madly in love with you.”

He told Charles that looks had nothing to do with it, although he admitted it did not hurt to love someone so beautiful making Charles turn red and hide his face. It was his brilliant mind, the purity of his heart, the innocence in his hazel eyes and the compassion and respect he showed for others that captured his heart.

“I had been forever yours querido, from that moment on my life was meaningless until my soul was captured by you.”

He admitted that it broke his heart when Charles chose to follow Benny into the same career path, at that time he wanted to take him away. Had it not been for his alpha, king of their pack, he would have done it.

Charles was surprised that Esteban would have risked being ousted from his pack if it meant he could have his mate. Had Charles chosen a different path, a lawyer, doctor or a teacher? Then Esteban would have been allowed to meet him and court him properly.

“Court me properly?” Charles asked.

Now it was Esteban who blushed in shame, “Si mi amor, I went about it the wrong way. I did not give you the opportunity to know me first before we, well reached this point where we are now.”

When he found out that Charles walked away from the church, he claimed him before the elders and his alpha letting them know that he was leaving and returning with his mate. And when at least he was alone with him, Esteban’s face colored with regret when he admitted he was not thinking with the right head that night.

Charles had kissed him and hugged him, admitting that neither one was using common sense that night.

“Este? How could you be sure that I would return your affections for me, what if I rejected you?”

Esteban pulled Charles onto his lap and held him close, kissing his soft warm lips. Brushing back a lock of his hair away from his eyes and caressing his face.

“My kind are big believers in destiny, as foolish as it may sound they always say that if it is meant to be, then it will be. As a small child when we first met in the woods, the years passed and many things may have been forgotten as you grew older.

But the one memory that has stayed with you was never really forgotten. When I found out that you left the city, I had a difficult time trying to find you. Members of our pack and good friends were all on the lookout for you.

I was not surprised to learn that you were heading north, and stopped at the camping grounds. Not only were you there reminiscing about your childhood with Benny, but you were looking me, for your wolf.

Querido as a child you loved your wolf, as a man you were looking for something that had been missing, at that time you did not realize it. In the back of your mind, the wolf represented commitment, strength and belonging. As strange as it may sound to you, but you knew the wolf you saw as a child was more than a wolf.

Somehow you knew it was me, your soul, your heart whatever the reason. You knew Charles, you knew. And as much as I wanted to court you properly, I too felt your need, your memory and your love.”

Esteban had shrugged his shoulders, gray eyes pleading, “I hope you can forgive me querido, for not approaching you in the right way. My love and desire for you was too much, so I cast my fate to the winds and claimed you that night.”

And as Charles now lay resting on Esteban’s body, he remembered word for word their conversation and he could not deny it. Hidden deep in the back of his mind, back in the old memory banks as he wiped away the cobwebs muddling with his memory; he knew that the wolf was more than an animal.

In his heart he felt the truth, and freed from his obligation from the church allowed him the luxury of time. Not knowing what he was searching for, but it drove him to find out if it was a dream or reality. Looking down at light gray eyes he is grateful for reality.

Seeing a sly smile on Esteban’s lips reminded Charles that while he lay silently on him remembering their conversation. That Esteban had been right there with him reading, no seeing all of his thoughts.

What a convenient ability, it certainly came in handy when Charles found it difficult to express himself. Perhaps that is what made it so easy for him to later open up and be freer with his feelings for Esteban.

He did love him, as the hours, days passed he found himself so much happier then he could ever imagine. His body felt lighter when it no longer carried the weight of insecurity, the fear that he would be rejected by Benny and Maggie.

Always afraid of admitting the truth to himself for fears of losing the love and respect of the two most important people in his life. On the one night he was alone enjoying his candy bar he had plenty of time to think.

Not only did he think of Esteban and how wild it all seemed to be with him, but he thought about Benny. A man whom he loved with all of his heart, he was his mentor, guardian, best friend and a father who loved him unconditionally.

And Maggie Heathen, another prominent figure in his childhood, she was like a big sister to him and occasionally a mother if he needed discipline. She worked for Father Dumon as his housekeeper and general good friend running his life and watching over all of them.

During his alone time with his precious candy bar, he had plenty of time to remember them, Charles never wanted for anything with them. They loved him, adored him and did everything that a parent would do. When he chose Benny’s career path it was for fear of rejection, but mostly because he loved and admired Benny.

Fear of admitting to himself his true orientation, fear of Benny and Maggie looking down at him and turning away from him. All for nothing really, because when he did look back at the time he announced his choice to them. He remembered as if it was only yesterday when they both advised him to re-evaluate his choice.

To be sure that is the path he wanted, and to be happy in his calling. Father Benny insisted that he take a year off before starting college that he travel with friends, explore the world and himself. Charles did just that which frightened him even more of rejection, when he returned home he would still become a priest.

Both Father Benny and Maggie still insisted that he enroll in as many classes he could and to not limit himself to religion. To always have an open mind, to be accepting of differences even if he did not agree or understand.

Charles now realized what Benny was trying to do, like any parent it is difficult to ask a child the hard questions. To ask something so personal and hated by your piers for fear that you are accusing him of something he is not.

He understood with such clarity that it made his stomach ache, they knew and they still loved him. His fear of rejection was unfounded, not with all of the years of unconditional love, respect and loyalty as proof that he had nothing to fear.

He bowed his head and hugged himself, making a promise to Benny and Maggie, whispering low as if in prayer.

“I’m sorry Benny, I was afraid, a coward. But I promise you and Maggie from this day on not only to be honest with myself, but I proudly accept and love myself for being who I am and for what I have yet to become. I will never be afraid or ashamed to accept the truth, I thank you father and I miss you.”

He called Maggie and talked for hours with her, even after Esteban had returned from his run. He remained in his wolf form and rested next to Charles enjoying being petted while his mate spoke with Maggie.

Having made peace with himself, Esteban shifted and they both picked up where they left off.

And now here at the end of the week, Charles lay on the bed with Esteban spooning behind him, his lover holding him close. He hummed happily as Esteban’s big strong hand caressed his shoulder, his arm and down his sides.

A little bit of heaven as far as Charles was concerned, he had to admit to himself that he loved being pampered by the man. He was grateful that Esteban did not look to see his thoughts all the time, preferring instinct in getting to know him.

Charles found that sweet, because the man made every effort to know him through trial and error. And it leveled the playing field for both of them, because Charles lacked that special ability to see Esteban’s thoughts.

He was about to doze off in coital bliss, when he heard cars outside and voices. Esteban growled and got out of bed heading for the door. There was laughter, footfalls on graveled ground and an angry voice.

“Angel espera!”

“Aw come on Mando, your just as anxious to meet him as I am.”

Esteban swung the door opened before their unexpected visitor could knock. There stood a lovely young man, a boy as far as Charles could determine. He looked to be about sixteen and smiled beautifully up at Esteban.

“Holla cunado, here I’m guessing you’re going to need this.” he entered the room uninvited and handed Esteban a small duffel bag.

Charles sat up and covered himself with the comforter, mortified to be seen in a compromising position. Another man followed closely behind the first, just as tall as Esteban and definitely a strong family resemblance.

The smaller man or boy was actually two inches shorter than Charles, black wavy hair framed his angelic face; his soft blue eyes promised mischief as he winked at Charles.

The taller man quickly came up behind the boy and spanked him; an arm went protectively around his waist as he hissed in his ear. “You are in incorrigible”

He smiled and shrugged his shoulders, “Don’t mind the brut behind me; he’s really a cute cuddly pup when you get to know him.”

The taller man growled as the shorter one ignored him, still smiling down at Charles. “It is rude to barge in on them Angel, can you not see that now you have frightened him?”

Charles was not afraid; he had long gotten over that. Whereas Esteban’s hair has silvery highlights, the cuddly pup’s was a mass of white which he pushed over his shoulder. He looked at Charles with dark gray eyes and smiled.

“I apologize on behalf of my mate, I am Armando Castelleano older brother to Esteban and this impetuous little brat, the love of my life is Angel.”

“Glad to meet ya Charlie, welcome to the fam!”

A loud angry growl came up behind them as Esteban threw the bag on the sofa, “Enough!” he demanded, “Could you not wait until I brought him home?”

An equal growl was returned as both brothers faced off with each other. Mando pulled his mate out of the way and it looked like the brothers were getting ready to charge as their angry growls got louder.

“If it was left up to you little brother, we would not see you for years. Did you expect Felix to hole you up in the bridal suite forever?” Mando stopped and sniffed the air, a smile, as dark gray eyes narrowed towards Esteban, “And I see he is not properly mated, what do you think alpha and lupa will have to say about that?”

“Not properly mated? Oh crap.” Angel whispered.

“Silencio Mando! No me obligues a ponerte en su lugar.”

Hearing Esteban shout at his brother now scared Charles, he didn’t know what to do or say and he was afraid the older brother would hurt Esteban. As for Angel he had enough, “Alphas” he hissed in anger as he got in between the brothers and struggled to push them apart.

“Cut the crap you guys, your scaring Charlie! Leave the alpha attitude outside!”

Both men backed off, Mando straightened out his coat and extended his hand to his mate. Angel smiled up at him and squeezed his hand. He looked at Charles and gave him an apologetic shrug.

“Alphas, always pounding their chest. Oooo look at me, I’m the big bad wolf, no I’m the big bad wolf. Heck what‘re we going to do? Alphas will be alphas.”

Mando nodded towards Charles, “I apologize for my younger brother, he has much to learn as he is still an adolescent child.” He smiled and winked at Charles when Esteban growled from behind.

Turning towards Esteban he said, “In time he will mature, be patient with him. And, welcome. Our family will be delighted to hopefully meet you soon?” arching an inquisitive eyebrow waiting for Esteban’s answer.

Esteban merely nodded in agreement; pleased with his confirmation Mando motioned for Esteban to follow them to the door.

“I thought you were spending this time changing him first, unless he is properly mated to you it will leave him open for others to vie for him. I don’t have to tell you how traumatizing that can be for your intended betrothed.”

Esteban growled in irritation at his brother, “Do not lecture me Mando, I know the rules better then you know yourself.”

Mando nodded and padded his brother’s face, leaning in close he whispered into his ear. “Te quiero hermanito, you will do what is right, yes?”

Esteban growled softly nodding his head in understanding, he hugged him and then pushed his brother out the door; he hugged Angel and kissed him on the top of his head.
Angel grinned up at Esteban and turned towards a shocked and confused human.

“Alphas, can’t live them, can’t live without them.” Before he could say anymore Mando grabbed his mate and dragged him out. Even thou Esteban quickly closed the door, Charles could still him.

“See ya later Charlie, it was nice meeting you. Welcome to the pack!”

Charles was still sitting on the bed the blanket by now had slid down exposing only his chest. He slowly blinked his eyes and shook his head, looking up at Esteban.

“Um Este, what just happened here?”

Esteban was still standing in the middle of the room, his hands sweeping back his mane of silky silvery white hair.

“Nothing querido, my brother is an idiot.”

“Aww, Mando did you hear that? He called him querido, how come you don’t call me that?”

“What? I call you all kinds of pet names. You just don’t listen.”

“Puppykins is not as nice as querido!”

Esteban raised his voice and directed his remark towards the outside, “And my brothers are ill mannered brats!”

Complete silence, not even a mouse could be heard. Esteban turned towards Charles and sat down next to him. One hand gently caressing Charles face, “I am sorry querido, they were very excited to meet you.”

He brushed back the hair from Charles’s eyes and kissed his forehead. “Are you all right?” he asked. Charles smiled in return and kissed his cheek reassuring him that he was indeed fine.

Satisfied Charles was not too out of sorts with his brothers’ intrusion he stood up and extended his hand to Charles, “Time to go, come we will first take a shower.”

Charles moved carefully and absently reached for his robe, he knows that Esteban has seen every inch of him. But when he is out of bed his modesty kicked in, and Esteban merely smiled.

The usual teasing about his modesty was not made; usually he was very affectionate and would sneak in kisses and soft caresses here and there. Esteban appeared to be lost in his own thoughts as he went about bathing Charles.

It confused Charles of his lover’s sudden quiet mood, he would smile at him and touch his face, but Esteban didn’t seem to notice. He made small gestures to get Esteban’s attention only to be met with indifference.

Left to figure it out on his own, Charles wondered what he did wrong. Is Esteban angry with him too? He searched his mind and replayed the recent events up to when his brothers came in.

Is he disappointed in him for acting afraid when he shouted at his brother, for not greeting them, welcoming them? What was he supposed to do, should he have sniffed their butts and say hello?

When Esteban said time to go, what did he really mean by that? He was taken out of the shower and quickly dried; Esteban carried him out and sat him on the sofa. He was not taken to bed as he usually had done before.

[Oh my God!] Charles screamed in his head, what did he do to offend Esteban? It seemed that the world moved slowly for him as he watched his lover rummage in his suitcase. Jeans, knit top, socks and underwear were neatly laid out next to him.

He felt lost and dejected, what had happened to earn a cold shoulder from the most loving and passionate man he has ever know. And will he ever know it again? Not sure of what to do he reached out and touched his arm.

“Este, are you all right?” he asked, his voice laced with uncertainty.

Esteban nodded and patted his hand; he sat on the floor in front of Charles and grabbed the duffel bag in anger almost ripping it open. He answered Charles as an afterthought while taking out the clothes neatly packed for him.

He watched Esteban take out a black leather coat, black jeans, black pullover, black socks black everything. The last item was a light gray scarf. In his mind he could imagine how beautiful it would look on him, the contrast of his hair and skin dressed in all that darkness, exceptionally beautiful, perfect.

Tightness, as if a fist gripped Charles within his chest, he was finding it hard to think clearly as another thought came to him. After everything that was said and done this week, was it over? Was it never meant to be anything more than that?

Could Esteban be that cruel; is he capable of playing with Charles’s mind and emotions to build him up only to walk away without so much as a thank you? But how he screamed in his mind, how does a person do that, how can Esteban do this?

In the short time that he has spent with him, he never saw or felt any kind of rejection, not once did Esteban say “Querido this a long one night stand so let’s just enjoy ourselves” and he believed him. He believed in his claim of love for him.

Charles cried hearing those words, his heart filled with love and pride for this man. He inhaled those words, relied on them. He slept with those words of love and passion in his mind, his very soul felt and knew them to be true, pure and honest.

And Charles loved him back; he freely gave his heart, body and soul to him. He trusted in him and believed Esteban to care and protect his heart as he would have protected him. With open arms he accepted this gift from Esteban, he cherished it.

Don’t cry Charles ordered himself; don’t let him see how stupid you really are. His eyes blinked trying to stop the sting of tears, his body shook and he felt so ashamed. Can he accept the end? Can he willingly just smile at Esteban and watch him walk out the door?

Will he be able to get passed this unscarred, will his soul heal, and will his body forget Esteban’s touch? His smells, his taste, will his mind let him go on? His head fell forward and his hands covered his face, never mind that he was still sitting naked on the sofa.

He wanted to hide and wished the earth opened up and swallowed him whole. To never be seen or heard from again, he knew once Esteban was gone and out of his life, that this would break him.

His mind, body and soul would collapse onto itself and he would cease to exist as he was. In the end what would remain is a mere shadow of what he once was, he would function and live. But he would be dead inside, buried alive in his heartache.

God, Charles cried out in his mind, this hurts. Not once did he ever entertain the idea of Esteban leaving, he never believed he ever suffer the pain of losing his love. It scared him more now than when he first met the wolf a week ago.

He would gladly suffer the pain of death, than suffer the pain of losing Esteban. Could he not see how much he suffered now? How could he be so cold and ignore him like this, this pain is too much, too much to bare and go on. Esteban he screamed in his mind, Esteban.

Strong hands pulled his hands away from his face and shook him hard to get his attention, “Querido! Stop it, stop thinking that way. Your thoughts are making me dizzy. How can you even think that I would leave you?”

Teary hazel eyes stared at Esteban, confused, lost. He shook his head and tried to speak but words failed him right now. He was pulled in a tight embrace as Esteban grabbed him off the sofa and sat him on the floor next to him.

“Breathe querido, breathe!”

His chest ached as he pulled in a gulp of air to clear his mind, looking at Esteban hurt and he tried to turn away. But he was lifted and sat on Esteban’s lap back on the sofa.

“Mi amor, I love you, I love you more then I can ever express with words. How can you believe that I would leave you, I love you, I am not going anywhere without you. After all these years of waiting for you, wanting you….I am not leaving you; my life would end if I lost you now. Please querido, you must believe me. You are my life, my love, my world. I LOVE YOU!”

Charles broke down crying still unable to speak, his heart filled with relief hearing Esteban’s declaration of love. Esteban’s large hands swept back the hair out of his eyes and kissed him. He held him so close and tight kissing him all over his face.

“Mi amor, mi vida I love you, te adoro mi corazon. Sssh no more crying, you are braking my heart to see you so sad. Please my love, believe in me, please?”

He looked into light gray eyes; a timid smile crossed his lips as he wrapped his own arms around Esteban’s neck and hugged him back. They sat there quietly while Esteban rocked him back and forth. His hand gently caressing Charles as he softly re-confirmed his love and devotion to him.

When at last he found his voice he leaned back so that he could look at Esteban’s face, he touched him to remind himself that he was indeed still there. Esteban smiled placing his own hand over Charles and kissed his fingers.

“Mi amor how can you think of such things?”Esteban asked softly, kissing his lips tenderly.

Charles shook his head and cleared his throat, “I…you got so quiet, and I didn’t know what happened. You were so angry with your brother and I thought I did something wrong. You were so quiet and I ……I.”

Esteban kissed Charles in mid sentence, and embraced him. His hands now were all over him caressing his skin, his face as if he were touching him for the first time. Rediscovering him over and over to reaffirm his feelings and soothe away his loves insecurity.

“I am sorry querido, I am so sorry. I was deep in my mind lost with my own thoughts, I was not seeing yours, please forgive me?”

“What’s wrong Este, you seemed angry if not with me, than was it because of your brother?”

Esteban shook his head, “No, no I am angry with myself.” He let Charles off his lap and he slid down to the floor in front of him. Kneeling he took his hands holding them as his eyes looked up at Charles, staring.

“My brother is right about one thing, you are not properly mated to me, I …. I did not give you the chance to truly know me, know what I am and then for you to decide if you really want me.”

Charles shook his head, “Ok so we didn’t go out on dates, and do the normal things other couples do. All of that is a moot point right now, but we’ll here now. I love you, you love me so what does it matter?”

Esteban sighed and leaned back on his heels, “Our pack is not in the business of finding humans to change and become like us. Very rarely do any of us fall in love with a human, and when it does we make the offer only after they are sure of wanting the same things as us.”

Charles nodded, “Well you don’t have to worry about me, I want to be with you. I accept the offer of change if that is what you trying to say to me.” he extended his arm to him.

“Here, go ahead and change me, bite me scratch me do wants needs to be done and then let’s get on with our lives.”

Esteban held his arm and kissed it, looking up at Charles he smiled. “It is not that easy my love. That is why I was so quiet, I was trying to find the right words to explain everything to you, and I am afraid you will refuse me.”

Charles sat back and looked at Esteban wondering why he would say that, “E, Este I couldn’t refuse you, even if I begged. After spending this week with you, I would not refuse you, and I don’t want to.”

He actually let out a small laugh. “You said that I was supposed to be given a chance to know you first, and then decide if I wanted to accept your offer of change. Well what have we been doing all this week?”

Charles actually blushed and was too shy to look at Esteban, “I mean I know we did a lot of the making love part.”

He turned towards Esteban when his hand caressed his face, seeing his beautiful light gray eyes almost made him forget what he wanted to say.

“But we also did a lot of talking; I did get to know you. I know that when you leave the room it feels darker in here, when you smile at me I get lost in your beauty; your eyes makes me stop and forget what I was doing, you make me feel silly and giddy. Your love and passion leaves me breathless.”

As Charles continued to talk, Esteban moved closer to him, he blinked the wetness from his eyes as he listened to every word.

“Your heat burns me to pleasures I’ve never known, I know I am safe with you and I know I love you. I have never really been a brave person Este, and there aren’t many things I am willing to do. But for you I would do anything.”

He found himself back in Esteban’s lap with strong arms holding him so close he could barely breathe. Esteban kissed his throat and growled softly.

“Anything mi amor?”

Charles had to take a moment to think clearly, Esteban’s soft growl gave him chills up and down his spine.

“I, I won’t kill for you, I won’t cheat and lie at the expense of another for you, I won’t steal or do anything harmful to an innocent. Other than that, we’ll good.”

A hand pulled Charles’s head back and a hot demanding mouth claimed his, he found himself straddling Esteban’s lap. He could feel his arousal underneath him and he sighed into his mouth as he could feel the pleasure of his heat enter him.

As they made love, Charles wiped the tears from Esteban’s eyes. He kissed his eyelids and smiled beautifully at him, their bodies danced to a melody only they can hear. Charles loved the feel of him; he loved his strength and his passion.

The heat from Esteban’s body rose and seared Charles’s heart to the core, he cried out softly in Esteban’s embrace. The cool of the room mixed with the heat of his lover was a pleasure beyond words.

Esteban’s desire, his passion, his heat left Charles breathless and weak. He melted into his arms and let his lover guide him. He was gently laid down on his back, Esteban took him into his hand as he slowly continued to move deep within his body.

The pleasures of his hand and his body was too much and he reached his pinnacle as he willingly gave in and rode the waves of pain mixed in with pleasure of his orgasm. Esteban was not too far behind, as he too found his release in his love’s body.

Not wanting the weight of the larger body to press down on Charles, Esteban rolled them off the sofa to lie on the plush carpet with the smaller man on top. They lay in each other’s arms as their breathing evened out and bodies calmed.

“Will this change me Este?”

Esteban carefully slid out of his love and rolled him over so that he could look down into his sweet hazel eyes, his hand brushing back his golden hair.

“No mi amor, in this form I cannot change anyone.”

“Ok” Charles whispered as he sat up. “Change into my wolf and then change me.”

Esteban smiled sadly at Charles as he too sat up and kissed his lips.

“I offer you life forever after, eternity querido. Forever with me, my forever is permanent compared to your kind of forever. You will not grow old, or suffer any diseases. If you accept my claim of you then you are forever bonded to me. Wolves mate for life and you will belong to me, I will be your alpha and only I can touch you.”

Charles shivered a little and nodded. Esteban caressed his face and pulled him closer to hold him. He wrapped his arms around his waist and sat behind him; he kissed his shoulder and licked his earlobe. Whispering softly as he made his intentions clear.

“Only in my true form can I change you, if you accept my offer you must understand what that means and this is why I was lost in my thoughts.

Charles turned to face Esteban, frowning in confusion. “True form, you mean when you turn into the wolf that is your true form?”

Esteban shook his head; he caressed Charles’s face and pulled back his hair. During the time Charles spent trying to get the church to recognize the cardinal’s part in Benny’s death, since leaving the church his hair has grown.

Esteban was glad that Charles ignored the need for a haircut. It now reached his shoulders which he kept in a ponytail. During their week of solitude he enjoyed running his fingers through silky thick golden locks.

Looking at Charles now he knew he could no longer hide the truth, besides sooner or later he would have to know. He wished he did things wisely it would have given him more time with Charles, and then Charles would know everything for him to accept his offer.

Letting out a soft sigh he hugged Charles close to him, rubbing soft caresses down his back.

“Mi amor, please forgive me for going about this the wrong the way. I promise to make it up to you.”

“Este now you’re scaring me again, I’m not going to refuse the offer. If you really want me as much as I want you then please tell me everything.”

Esteban nodded in reply and smiled down at his hazel eyed love. “Very well querido, you are right. Do you recall ever seeing horror movies with werewolves?”

Charles was a little confused as to where Esteban was going, but yes he did and could only give a small nod in answer to his question.

“You remember what they looked like; of course it is Hollywood and highly exaggerated.”

“Yes I do Esteban; I remember what they looked in the movies.” His eyes got bigger as he realized where Esteban was going with is questions.

“Is that what your true form is, like the werewolves in movies?”

A small chuckle escaped from Esteban as he shook his head. “Only we are not as cute or sweet looking.”

Charles leaned back to take a good look at Esteban seeing fear in his eyes, and he didn’t need to see his thoughts to know what was on his mind. He knew that Esteban was waiting for him to reject the offer.

The idea that Esteban can indeed not only look like a monster but will he act like one? No Charles decided he knew in his heart that he was not. Now he understood why Esteban was quiet he was afraid Charles would refuse him.

He wrapped his arms around Esteban’s neck and hugged him as hard as he could, he was afraid but he was more afraid of losing the most wonderful man in his life. He would do anything to keep him in his life.

Leaning back he asked, “Este in that form, are you still you. I mean are you in control, can you still reason like a human can?”

“Yes querido, I am still who I am. I cannot talk to you in the same way that I can now. But I promise you I am me and I will not hurt you.”

Charles thought about that, he wondered what the big deal was. Ok he told himself he’s a big bad scary werewolf, emphasis on scary looking. But as long as Esteban did not get all growly like, it should be all right. He had to admit he was still a little scared, as he looked back at Esteban he could see there was more to it then he thought.

“What, Este is there more?”

Esteban nodded and let out a soft sigh, “Mi amor, in that form I will not hurt you. But it will be the only way I can change you if you accept.”

He could see reluctance in his eyes and now he was afraid that Esteban would change his mind. That he would refuse to keep him and that he would leave.

“My love please do not think that way, I love you. I would never leave you, if you chose not to accept the change I will still be with you.” Shaking his head sadly he added, “Only if you stay human I will lose you as you age and eventually die. But I will do as you ask, I will not leave, I love you too much to let you go.”

A shaky hand reached up and touched Esteban’s face, hazel eyes looked deeply into light gray.

“Tell me Este; please tell me how it works. I need to know what will happen, so you shift into this werewolf form. Do you have to bite me, scratch me?”

Esteban pulled Charles into a desperate embrace and held him close. His love is not big and strong like him, his human is frail and he would die if he lost him.

“In my true form I will approach you; it is my wolf looking for its mate. Even though I know you, the true wolf in me does not. Once its soul connects with yours it will want what belongs to him. I will offer my blood to you; you will accept it by tasting my blood. That is all just a little, enough for my DNA to enter your body for the change to take place.”

Charles shook his head in understanding, but he said nothing. He waited; he knew Esteban had more to say.

“This is the part I dread mi amor, this is why I am hesitating. Our blood is very powerful; lycan blood is fire in your veins. Not all humans survive the change, the pain querido is pure agony causing the human to suffer and die. They panic and go into cardiac arrest, and they die. Now I wish I never told you, I should have left you alone and let you live your life. I am so afraid of losing you.”

There were tears in Charles’s eyes as he pulled away and sat back down on the floor, he was shaking. Not because of what Esteban told him, but because he loved him so much and didn’t want to lose him.

He had to admit it was frightening to experience what Esteban said, and he wondered if he could survive it. Is his love strong enough to see him through it and for how long will he be forced to suffer?

“It depends querido, for some the initial change which is the worse part can take a few minutes or hours. Your body will normally try to fight it, but if you accept it in your mind, in your soul, if you allow my wolf to know and claim you the change will happen quickly. Your suffering will lessen as long as you do not panic and accept it.”

Charles wiped at his eyes as he tried to understand what Esteban just said. “Initial….initial change, what does that mean?”

Esteban went on to explain that his body will go through the worst when his blood starts to take over, his wolf will want to dominate and make its mark on his soul. It is normal to fight the unknown as he himself will try to refuse it.

As long as Charles remembers that it is Esteban’s wolf and if he accepts him then the pain will ease off. With the initial change or for a better word contact of Esteban’s wolf with Charles inner wolf soon to be born the worst is over.

During the next few days of the initial contact his body will still go through final changes only this time it will feel more like a virus, flu like symptoms. For example he may not like the smell of food, and throw up. His body will still try to fight off what it thinks are illnesses and all Charles can do is ride it out.

With the worst happening Esteban will put his body in cold water to try and help him get through the feeling of fire burning away his insides. When Charles asked if he could be sedated, Esteban sadly said it would be useless since the heat of the blood will only burn it away and make the fire hotter. Thereby increasing his pain and suffering.

“Can you hit me, knock me out so I won’t be aware of what is happening?” asked Charles.

Esteban shook his head, unfortunately Charles needed to be aware in order to submit and accept his wolf.

“This is why mi amor, this is why I am hesitating to offer the change. If you panic and forget that it is me, my wolf can kill you. Our blood querido is like fire and the pain of burning may be too much for you to handle.”

Esteban quickly stood up, growling in anger and pacing back and forth.

“I went about it wrong; I should have left you alone, but I am so selfish I wanted you without thinking it through. I never stopped to think how you would feel. It is rare for a human to survive and I cannot bear the thought of you in pain. Mi amor if you die, I will die as well.”

Charles was numb, if he chose to remain human. Esteban will live out his life with him, but the thought that he will age and Esteban remains the same was unappealing to him. He just couldn’t see himself at the age of 80 while his lover still looked like twenty something.

And if he died Esteban will end his life, which is definitely unacceptable. With determination in his heart he slowly stood up and went into the bathroom. He went to the tub and began to fill it with cold water. Grabbing a towel on the way out, he stood in front of Esteban placing the towel in his hand.

“I might try to bite my tongue off, if I do just shove the towel in my mouth. And we….. we should get ice for the tub. I’m …….ready Esteban, do what needs to be done.”

“Querido….”

“No Este, I won’t change my mind. I want forever with you, your kind of forever. Make your offer Esteban, because I’ve already accepted you. My soul will accept you, and when my wolf is born it will accept you as its alpha, its mate.”

Esteban lifted Charles in his arms and kissed him, “I love you Charles.”

Charles kissed him back and smiled weakly, “I love you Alpha.”

The tub was filled with ice, and the shower ran cold. They sat in the middle of the room while Esteban’s pack waited outside. Esteban sat behind Charles one arm around his waist while his other hand gently caressed Charles shoulder.

“Is it ok that I’m afraid?” Charles asked timidly. He was trying so hard to keep from shaking.

“Si mi amor, my wolf will want your fear. It wants to dominate and a little fear shows you willingness to submit. If you panic and go into terror it will be perceived as if you are trying to reject my wolf. I am dominant querido; I am the alpha within my pack. My wolf is more dominant when it wants its mate. I will not hurt you and I will keep my wolf in check, but the sooner you can submit and accept the faster it will go.”

Charles squeezed Esteban’s arm. “But I already accept you, why would I reject you during the change.”

“When my blood burns within you, your body will naturally fight. Your mind will only register the pain and your soul will want relief. You will do what your body does it will be instinct to refuse, to fight. Please querido; listen to my words I will be here with you, talking to you. Keep me in your heart and in your mind, as soon as you see my wolf coming for you do not panic, accept it.”

Charles nodded and closed his eyes, he waited. He could feel Esteban still touching him, his warm hand softly caressing his flesh. His velvet voice filled with love and warm kisses on his shoulder.

Esteban whispered softly to him, reminding him to focus and try to stay calm. To listen for his voice, he knew it would not be easy for him and his pack will also help. They will be there calling and guiding him to his wolf. All Charles could do was nod in response.

Charles was shaking so badly he could barely sit still, he wanted it done. To get it over with because he knew it was going to hurt, he did not relish the idea of his body burning.
He suddenly froze, he felt something behind him move, growling.

Esteban he told himself, it’s just Esteban. The love of his life was still there holding him, still speaking softly to him. But he also noticed that the voice changed, it became harder to hear him, there was more growling then words. Did he shift already, is he a werewolf now?

{Querido I am here.}

The arm around his waist seemed to grow, muscles bulged. Although he kept his eyes shut tight he could feel his Esteban’s change as the body’s flesh went from smooth to hairy. Course and thick fur now brushed up against Charles and he could swear the man was taller, he felt bigger and his arm around his waist is heavier.

Hot breath rained down on him and he had to wonder how big Esteban got. It was like being in an overheated sauna as he still sat in front of him, the lycan’s body heat making him sweat small beads on his skin.

He stayed still afraid to move, his fingers carefully felt the fur on its arm. The change distracted him from his fear, curiosity as he felt long claws on its hand. He realized how sharp they must be and decided not to explore it anymore for fear of slicing his fingers off.

A loud howl above him almost made him jump up, but the arm around his waist tightened, holding him. Chills ran down his spine as the howl was greeted by other howls coming from outside. He was back to being afraid and he reminded himself to stay calm.

The lycan’s breathing sounded thunderous in his ears, and he lowered his head. The arm slowly released him and he pulled in his knees to his chest and almost cried out when the lycan growled at him, a warning of some kind.

He trembled, and reminded himself not to panic. He stayed in place and kept his head low; the lycan snorted and moved closer sniffing tasting his skin with his tongue. Charles slowly opened his eyes to see huge clawed paws on either side of his feet.

He was so glad not explore those claws, already without even trying it sliced through the thick carpet. He could only see the claws and part of its muscled arms as he kept looking down. Not only was he shaking so badly, he was sweating bullets.

The lycan’s body heat would be wonderful in the middle of winter and it warmed up the cooled room. This is because of its blood: “Fire in your veins” is what Esteban said. The thought of it burning him within made Charles second guess himself.

He couldn’t stand getting a bad sunburn, how was he going to endure this? even thou the lycan roared above him, Charles shook his head. He will endure; he will survive this small inconvenience, the rewards are enormous. Esteban is his reward, his love, his passion, everything that is Esteban is worth suffering for.

The heat in his back lessened as he realized that Esteban may have moved away, afraid that he was leaving, Charles whispered his name getting his attention.

“Este, I’m not refusing. I’m still here and I won’t go anywhere. Please, let me have forever with you.”

A large head nudged Charles on his shoulder causing him to fall forward; he found himself laying face down and waited wondering what Esteban was up to now. Then he felt its snout, sniffing him. It started at his head its body covering the smaller man.

Charles bit down on his bottom lip when he felt something familiar on his lower backside, he prayed that his Esteban was not trying to romance his now. He may survive the burning, but this would kill him for sure.

The lycan inhaled Charles scent, and howled softly as it tasted his flesh. He waited and let it familiarize itself with his scent as it traveled from his head down his back, but when it stopped at his buttocks Charles almost panicked and squeezed his cheeks.

He drew blood from his lip as he bit down harder, trying to stop himself from screaming when the lycan growled loud, threatening.

{Breathe querido, breathe}

Charles sucked in a big gulp of air into his lungs; if the lycan didn’t kill him with sex then he will die of suffocation. He decided to breathe and deal with a hot blooded wolf. Esteban’s laughter in his head made him feel better.

He knew Esteban had control of his wolf, it was indeed dominant. However Esteban was its master and a true alpha as it pulled away from Charles. Being in this position was not helping matters, he knew that Esteban as a man always desired him.

One short week with Esteban proved him insatiable, taking every opportunity to claim him. Even in the middle of conversation he ended up in orgasmic bliss as he tried talking and coming at the same time.

He needed to make himself less tempting, otherwise Esteban may lose control of his wolf. Gathering every nerve he had left he slowly turned around. He knew Esteban was big, but this was ridiculous. Seeing Esteban in his true form shocked him senseless.

If he hadn’t known it to be his Esteban, Charles would get the hell out of there screaming at the top of his lungs. In fact that is what he almost did but caught himself in time, don’t panic he reminded himself.

If he runs, the wolf’s instinct is to hunt and he most certainly didn’t want to be hunted down by this creature. Even thou it sat on its heels he towered over Charles. Instead of silvery white fur, the lycan was covered in thick black fur; its pointy ears ended with silver as did its tail.

Definitely male between its legs and his body, powerful muscles bulged everywhere that would make a young Arnold Schwarzenegger envious. Six inch blade like claws on its hands and its legs shaped like the wolf only longer with paws for feet.

To Charles it appeared the lycan sneered at him, as it pulled back black lips exposing four inch canines that would cut through him like butter. The body shape is human with the head of a wolf, and Charles felt like crying to see him like this. Now he understood why Esteban hesitated, and he could not fault him for it.

This form, this creature with its fierce look and its intimidating size would send anyone to brink of madness. Even Charles had to admit how much it scared him to see Esteban like this. Knowing that it was Esteban gave him little comfort, so he had to rely on the man’s love for him to not attack and kill.

He lay there with a horrified look on his face; the lycan’s face came close to him and looked deep into his eyes. It threw its head back and let out an agonized howl, and Charles understood it as well.

He slowly sat up and raised his hands up to him calling him.

“Esteban I know you saw rejection in my eyes, but you had to expect it. Come on it’s not like I stay in hotel rooms with werewolves on a regular basis. Please Este, I love you. No matter what you saw, I love you.”

The lycan blinked wet eyes at Charles as it tilted its huge head, listening. With the back of its clawed hand he reached out and touched Charles’s face. As for Charles he did find comfort in the gesture, closing his eyes he leaned in and sighed into the warmth it offered.

“I’m sorry Este, I’m fine now. I was just scared and I still am. But it hasn’t changed my mind.”

He looked up into the light gray eyes of his Esteban, which is the one thing to remain the same his eyes, his beautiful eyes. It anchored him, connected him with Esteban and he smiled up at him.

“Give me forever my love, give me forever with you. I will welcome your wolf with open arms, you are my alpha.”

He knew Esteban moved back and sat back on his heels, but he dared not look anywhere else. He stared at his eyes it was the only thing that looked human that looked safe. He smelled it before he allowed his eyes to follow the scent.

With his sharp claws Esteban cut a line down the middle of his chest, dark red blood seeped out and spilled down to his belly. A low pleading howl directed at Charles and waited for him to accept his offer.

As frightened as he was Charles shuffled closer to the lycan, he kept looking at his eyes as they followed his movements. Seeing the love in his eyes gave him a little more courage as he moved in closer. Now if he could only stop shaking, he could move quicker.

He had to place his hands on thick powerful thighs to help balance him while he moved closer to his chest. Light gray eyes followed and watched as Charles stuck out his tongue and tasted the blood.

He was prepared to be burned; instead it was warm and thick. Fighting back his gag reflex he tasted coppery tang on his tongue with a hint of sweet. He was surprised that it wouldn’t be as bad as he thought it would be.

He took a few more licks and then fell back into the strong arms he has come to know and love, Esteban shifted back to his human form and his chest wound disappeared. Charles looked up and was relieved to see his Esteban again.

Esteban hugged him close and kissed his face, Charles smiled and laughed.

“Did I do it right Este?” he asked.

Esteban looked down sadly at him and smiled in return as he gently wiped back damp hair from his sweaty face.

“Si mi amor, I am so proud of you. You were so brave.”

Charles sat back and smiled brightly, he was so happy to see his Esteban, his beautiful human looking Esteban. Charles touched his body, expecting the change to happen; he was expecting the pain, the agony of fire. He frowned when nothing happened.

Questioning hazel eyes stared at light gray.

The room filled with the screams of a wounded animal, the heartbreaking cries and choked sounds shocked Charles as he realized he was making them.

Esteban grabbed his love and hurried him into the bathroom.

Outside a few members of the pack waited, when the cries of pain were heard Mando ran back into the room. He stripped down and entered the bath, where ice once filled the tub, now remained boiling water.

In the steaming shower, he found his brother holding Charles under the cold spray of water. Steam rose from Charles body as the cold water hit him; Mando stepped in behind his brother and wrapped his arm around them both.

Esteban choked back his tears as he held on to a fighting and crying human. His Charles was in agony, he was suffering the bloody fires that now slowly filled his veins. His wolf was on the hunt for its mate.

“I hate this Mando, I hate this part. He should not have to suffer to be with me, it is not worth all this pain!”

Mando softly soothed his brother’s fear, reminding him that his human is strong; his human will welcome his wolf. Angel had followed closely behind his mate, removing his own clothing to stand nearby.

The rest of the pack also entered the room and stripped down, in their nudity they all shifted and everyone howled in unison. Calling and welcoming their newest pack member.

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It had been two weeks since the change took place; Charles finally had an idea of what hell can be like. Ingest the blood of a lycan and welcome to hell. But most of all it was strange to be wearing clothes again. For almost a month he spent it in the hotel naked and in bed with his sex god.

Charles brushed his hair and looked at himself in the mirror; he decided to leave his hair loose. His mate, his alpha liked it better loose. He stared at himself and remembered the past weeks. He was grateful for not remembering the pain, especially the worst part of the change.

He survived that part of the nightmare; afterwards he had to tolerate the final changes. The night sweats, fever, nausea and throwing up, he hated the watery eyes and the weakness of just not feeling well.

But the worst part for him is when other wolves within the pack wanted to challenge the alpha, unmated young ones trying to prove themselves. In order to be properly mated, he needed to wait for the change to complete itself.

During the time of the final changes there were a few times Esteban had to remind the fools who the real alpha is. He had no problem sending them back home to lick their wounds.

Charles had to admit he took pride in his big bad alpha.

He stared at the reflection in the mirror; he was still Charles or Charlie as Angel liked to call him, only now he seemed a little more. He always worked out and stayed in shape, but now his body was firmer and leaner. His muscles a little more defined and his hair is shinier, thicker.

His skin is softer and firmer where it needed to be, his teeth whiter and his eyes. His eyes took on a honey gold color as did his hair. Occasionally he found himself running his fingers through it and loved the silky smooth feel.

Once the change had finished, Charles woke up feeling refreshed, revitalized and hungry. Esteban made sure there was plenty of food and water for his love to eat; he knew how hungry Charles was going to be.

In fact, Charles ate enough for ten people and just when he thought he had enough he raided the refrigerator and ate all of the candy bars. Drank all of the soda, water and juice, heck he even ate all of the fruits Esteban fed him.

He can eat all he wants and not gain an ounce, if the women of the world knew they would all gladly suffer the burn to stay thin. He will never get sick and grow old, but the best part is Esteban. Once properly mated to him, he could swear he heard a lot of sad howling in the distance now that Esteban is officially off the market.

Within the past weeks he had a few hurdles to overcome, he had to learn to shift into his true form which of course scared him. Esteban, Mando and Angel all took turns and showed him how it was done.

At first it hurt, since his mind had a hard time accepting the change, only because he was afraid of what he would look like. But once he mastered it he shifted easily to his true form and then to the oversized wolf. Of course Esteban is larger.

In his true form he is about nine feet tall, his fur turned a dark chocolate brown with golden highlights at the end. As a wolf he is golden soft brown, Esteban was so impressed with his beautiful newborn wolf, he especially loved his golden eyes.

It took most of the week just learning how to move around in his new forms, he kept tripping over himself like a drunken wolf. Angel found great pleasure in his clumsiness and Charles had to tickle him to death in retaliation.

For Charles it was indeed a month of new experiences and self discovery.

Before Esteban allowed Charles to go out on his maiden run with the pack there was one piece of business that needed to be taken care of. When at last Charles was nursed back to health, Esteban wasted no time to properly mate him.

Charles was shocked that he would try to fight Esteban off when his future mate picked him up and took him to bed; it was not like they haven’t done it before the change. But when Esteban made his intentions clear, the new wolf in Charles refused.

Like all young bucks that had something to prove, it was no different with the wolf in Charles. There was growling, snarling, biting and scratching, but in the end Esteban is the alpha and his mate Charles is submissive.

With their roles clearly understood, the wolf in Charles accepted his mate and Charles now got to feel the true Esteban, since he was no longer human; his mate was free to love him without fear of hurting his body. As for Charles he had no complaints, he loved every second of his mate’s attentions.

It has indeed been a month of new experiences and discovery for him.

“Are you ready mi amor?”

Charles breathed in deeply the sweet scent of his mate and turned towards the deep velvety voice to smile up at light gray eyes.

His mate dressed in black with the light gray scarf on his neck made his eyes shine bright; it warmed his heart to see love, pure honest love in those eyes. And when Esteban made love to him those eyes would watch his every move.

“Yes Este, I’m ready to go now.” He answered as he walked into his mate’s embrace.

Esteban hugged his mate closer, holding him; his hands caressed silky hair and breathed in deeply his scent. He would die for him, he will kill for him, he has killed for him. His mate, his love his life, nothing else mattered.

At long last Esteban had found his happiness and was pleased to know that his mate felt the same. Charles looked up at Esteban with hope in his heart, he has never been happier than he is now.

As they walked out together, the rest of the pack greeted them. Charles lowered his head and closed his eyes. The song of the wolf floated up into the winds as it announced their newest member and celebrated the mating of their alpha.

Charles smiled and looked up at his mate, “Este are you ready to have forever with me?”

Esteban returned his smile and lifted his mate up in his arms, he kissed him tenderly. He carried him to the waiting limo and once inside Charles straddled his mate, his fingers tracing his Esteban’s features.

He sighed happily when his mate kissed his throat and whispered into his ear.

“Si mi amor forever and ever.”

THE END

Querido = dear/or sweetheart Si mi amor = yes my love
mi amor, mi vida, mi corazon = my love, my life, my heart
Silencio Mando! No me obligues a ponerte en su lugar = silence Mando! do not force to put you in your place.

Note: If I missed any,please let me know and I will update the list, thank you.

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