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“Oh, My! The heat is just dreadful. Don’t you think dear?” said Lady Trinks. You were very smart and remained quiet while your mistress spoke. It wasn’t like Lady Trinks wanted a reply from you anyway. So on and on Lady Trinks prattled. Her voice rising and falling with the ruts in the road.

“Melinda!” Lady Trinks high pitched voice intruded upon your private thoughts.

“Yes, Milady?” Desperately you searched your memory, seeking what she might have asked you. As it turned out, she merely wanted your full attention.



“Now listen Child,” she began, using a title you had grown to hate. You were no child. You were a woman of twenty-six summers. Although your form could be called slight, you didn’t lack in the blessing of a woman. Your breasts, though small lifted high and your hips accented your body nicely. Rich brown hair that when freed brushed your lower back. Eyes that matched your rich brown hair. No, it had been a very long time since you had been a child but Lady Trinks had called you that from the moment you were made her lady-in-waiting. One of eight.

“Melinda! Are you listening to me?” You weren’t but you replied an affirmation anyway.

“Yes, Milady. I was listening.”

“When we arrive, I need you to make inquiries, quietly of course, for a villa or some other appropriate home near by. I want a spacious place for Charles to live in. It must be a secluded spot and befit a man of his stature. Do I make myself clear Child?”

“Yes, Milady. I will look into it the moment you are settled.” This seemed to placate her for the moment because she promptly changed the subject. Your thoughts once again your own.

Although your face was neutral your thoughts were not. ~Sir Charles Hawthorne, Milady's long time lover. I just can’t believe she’s going to try to keep him as she has done all these years! It was easy enough when his Lordship was away fighting all the time but now? What was she thinking? Oh how I hate the lies that have come to plague my life here with this woman.~

As the last of the long journey was drawing to a close, your thoughts drifted back to how you came to be in the service of the Lord and Lady Trinks.

Your life had been that of a Saxon in England. Low born. The last born of a blacksmith and his third wife. The first two having died under strange circumstances. You and your sisters, all 5 of them, did not have a happy childhood. Your father being a scoundrel made your lives hell when ever he saw fit. As you aged, your older sisters were married off one at a time. Their husbands having bought them for nefarious reasons. Your father cared little for the reasons they were wanted as long as the coin was right. On the wedding day of your last remaining sister, she took you aside to speak to you quietly.

“Melinda, you need to listen to me. You need to get away from Father before this happens to you.” Her face was pained as she struggled to find the words to help you understand. You were all of thirteen summers old, she being only two more then you. “Please, get away from Father the first moment you can. Run away!”

“But what of Mother?” your voice as shaky as hers. A warm hand was placed on your shoulder, causing you to turn and look.

“Your sister is right my Little One. I can’t have this happening to you. I will have to find a way to protect you.” The glance between the two of them spoke of things you would not understand right now, nor did they wish to scare you. But the fear was tangible in their voices. It was all you needed to believe them.

It was a short time later that your mother came to you in the dead of night. She quickly packed your meager belongings and ushered you outside to a waiting carriage. Your fourteenth birthday just one day away.

“Little One,” she began. “I have acquired a new home and work for you in the house of Lord and Lady Trinks.” Tears began to fill your eyes. “Shhh, my Little One. You will have a good life there. Perhaps you will work for the Lady herself!” Her eyes held depths of sadness you had never seen in your young years and somewhere deep inside of you, you knew she was saving your life. The sound of approaching hoof beats shook your Mother from her thoughts. “Go Little One and remember I love you.” She turned to the driver shouting “GO!”. The carriage began to move even as you craned your neck to see your mother one last time. The vision that found you was not one you would forget in all your life. Your father had arrived home in time to witness the carriage pulling away. He flew into a rage thinking your mother unfaithful to him. Your eyes seeing the killing blow.

She saved your life that day but it was at the expense of her own. You heard some years later your father had remarried again and had two more children, both girls. The only wish you carried within your heart was to see them protected from him.

Your Mother had been right, you did have a good life. As good as one of your birth could have. At first you worked in the kitchens with many others of your age there. Within two summers you were moved to the household staff, this being a step up and of course it gave you more freedom as well.

The Lord had a man that saw to his finances, Luther Tevish. Every afternoon you would bring a tray into the library where Luther worked all day long. Everyday the tray held the same thing, tea and cookies. He never asked for anything else. One day you got up the nerve to ask if he would prefer something else.

“Mr. Tevish?” Your voice wobbling slightly.

“Yes?” His smile genuine.

“Would you care for something else? I have been bringing you the same thing for a summer now. Aren’t you bored with it? Can I get you something else?” For you to speak to one such as him was unheard of! But his smile was so warn and open that he put your mind at ease at once.

“I would love something different... umm... What’s your name child?” You held your head high already quite tired of being referred to as ‘child’.

“Melinda, Sir.” Your voice held pride and he heard it. His smile widen.

“Melinda, I am Luther Tevish but you can all me Luther.” You tried to keep your face neutral but he laughed. It was a rich and warm sound.

“Please, Melinda, call me Luther. At least while we are alone. Please?” He asked. You smiled in return and nodded. In that moment you made a friend for life. Every day hence you would surprise him with what you placed on his try and he would delight in your thoughtfulness.

“Melinda, this is delicious!” he would say. The two of you not unlike kindred souls.

One day almost two moons later, the head of the household called you into his office. This was cause to worry for he never spoke to any unless to discipline or dismiss from duty. You tried not to fidget while waiting for him to call you in but to no avail. You were nervous!

“Melinda, please come in.” His voice was the same neutral it always was. “Mr. Tevish has asked for help with the increasing book work. He seems to think you would make a good aid to him so as of tomorrow you will be working in the library with Mr. Tevish. I warn you now, Melinda, this is not to be viewed as some way to get out of your duties. You will work hard and do whatever Mr. Tevish tells you to. Do I make myself clear?” Not once did the tone in his voice change but it carried a subtle warning none the less.

“Yes, sir.” You curtsied before you left, a huge smile hidden on your face.

The next morning you arrived in the library carrying a large tray. “Good morning Luther.” He looked up from his books a smile already upon his face.

“Good morning Melinda. How fares thee this morn?”

“I am well.” You turned to thank him, the words dying upon your lips. He had a place all set for you to work and fresh flowers for you as well. He wore a smile upon his lips that reached his eyes. You glanced at the floor, not sure how to tell him.

“Luther, I can’t read well.” Your eyes were focused on the floor, afraid to meet his gaze. But his reply was one you should have expected.

“Then I shall teach you.” And teach you he did. For three candle marks each morning he would help you and the rest of the day was spent with you coping things, sorting and reading when he was done. He did warn you about revealing that you could read for it was frowned upon the low born to be able to do such things.

Luther passed away in your twentieth summer from a sickness of the lungs. His last moments were spent with you and none other for he had no family save you. Luther left you what little he owned in worldly things but what he left you in the way of knowledge was insurmountable. He had schooled you in reading, writing, arithmetic, science and philosophy. He passed on to you everything he had and more.

Once again in your life a loved one was taken from you. Five sisters, your Mother and now Luther. Your heart grew heavy after his death but you refused to give in to the melancholy that you lived with day and night. He would not have stood for such a thing and you would not dishonor him in such a way.

It was happenstance that you came to be in the service of Lady Trinks. One day while you strolled the gardens, you came across Lady Trinks and Sir Charles. They were engaged in play of an amorous nature. From the brambles you watched for but a moment before turning to take your leave. The sounds of their passion filled your ears. A woman of twenty you were but never in the arms of a man had you been. You sat under a tree, listening to them in the heat of their most intimate moment. The little you had seen played behind your closed eyes.

Hands upon your breasts, you felt. Unseen hands caressing your breasts. You could feel your breasts grow taunt within your bodice. Your nipples hard against the material that covered them. The sounds of their bodies meeting ringing in your ears. Sounds that could not be missed as a man’s shaft slipping in and out of a woman’s wet center... it played in your mind, behind your closed lids.

“Melinda!” Your eyes snapped open to see Sara staring at you, your face hiding the guilt you were feeling for being caught with your thoughts. Her eyes wide with fear. “The Lord is home and looking the Lady, what do I do? I can’t go over there!” the pitch of her voice was one of panic. “The last one to interrupt them was dismissed.” This would be the first time that you have ever seen Lord Trinks. Almost seven summers in their household and he’d not been home once in all those years.

You had to think quick, Sara was a complete mess and by the sounds coming from behind you, they were nowhere near done. You thought.

“Sara, go back to the Manor, I’ll warn the Lady.”

“But.....” The look on your face stopping her. She turned and rushed back into the Manor. For long moments you waited, hoping for inspiration to strike but alas no ideas surfaced. You would have to just walk in there and interrupt them. You both dreaded and eagerly look forward to it.

You squared your shoulders and walked into the clearing. The trees hung heavy here, giving the feeling of seclusion. You should have had your eyes cast low but instead you met Sir Charles’ gaze straight on and he yours. His thrusts never faltered. Lady Trinks was kneeling on the marble bench with Sir Charles behind her. His hands were on her hips, pulling her hard against him. With each thrust a small cry would escape Lady Trinks lips. Her moans growing in intensity. Still you watched, your head held high. You watched as Sir Charles reached for her breast, his hand almost mauling her sweet flesh. Her shirts were up over her hips and her bodice was pushed down till it rested with the rest of her dress. Sir Charles seemed to be enjoying you watching them for he never indicated to her that you were there with them..... watching.

Time seemed to freeze for a moments as you looked on. Sir Charles pulled himself free of her dripping center and moved to have her take him in her mouth. He was a beast of a man. You watched as she sucked on him, licking along his shaft, till he spurted a thick milky liquid on her face. All of this took but moments as you watched even as it felt like longer. He reached behind her and shoved a wooden shaft-like rod up into her center. She shrieked with pleasure at it’s feeling.

Her voice shaking you free of the sight before you.

“Milady,” you called softly, the look upon her face showing she was as yet to be satisfied. She looked to you, anger spreading across her once beautiful face.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!” You knew you would be dismissed in that moment but Sir Charles whispered something in her ear and a smile replaced the anger that had been there before it.

“Yes, Child?” she asked.

“The Lord is home and looking for you, Milady.” You fell silent. You could see the realization spread across her face. You had just saved her a huge embarrassment, if not her comfort as a wife of a Lord.

Hurriedly Lady Trinks tried to dress but in her haste she did most everything wrong. Sir Charles was leisurely about his dress, as if he dared Lord Trinks to catch them. Quietly and without her asking you helped her dress. This acted did not go un-noticed by her and she would one day soon, call you to her.

By the time you got into the house and back to your duties, it had been far longer then you’d thought. When the head of the household inquired about it, you simply replied you’d been helping Lady Trinks. He dared not inquire with her.

A few days later when you were rushing to fetch something from the library (and return a book you’d borrowed) you rounded a corner and straight into Lord Trinks.

“Please forgive me, Milord.” Your eyes were cast low but you were dying to know what he looked like. He laughed softly, his voice a rich baritone. “Tis well, Child.” There’s that name again but to look at you one would think nothing of it.



“Where goes thee in such haste?” He asked. “To the library, Milord. To fetch a book.” You felt the urge to shift from foot to foot but long service had taught you to be still.

“Then away with you, Child. And you might want to hold your head up lest you walk into someone else.” His laughter filling the great hall. You glanced at him, your breath catching within you breast, What a sight it was to behold him! Flaxen hair, deep blue eyes and his body was that of a god. His clothing looked as if it were cut to fit only him and though he had a scar that ran the length of one cheek it did not take from his handsomeness but rather added to it.

You hurried on your way with thoughts of the handsome Lord dancing through your head. In the library you had just enough time to replace the book you borrowed when Lady Trinks waltzed into the room. Her high pitched voice raking across your ears.

“Child?” she called.

“Yes, Milady?” You called as you quickly climbed down from the step ladder you were on. You curtsied before her, waiting.

“You were quite .... ummmm.. brave a few days back. You knew you would have been dismissed for disturbing me yet you thought of my embracement first.” It was clear she was uncomfortable talking about this with you. You felt certain Sir Charles had something to do with this.

She suddenly turned as if she couldn't say this while looking at you, her manner as if to leave the library. “Report to my rooms in the morning.”

And that started you on the road that has led you here. She’d made you a lady-in-waiting so you could handle all the delicate matters between her and Sir Charles. For six long summers you have toiled to keep their secret, one that wasn’t as secret as one might believe.

A particularly bad rut in the road jarred you out of your thoughts and back to the moment at hand. Lady Trinks was still going on about the heat. You sighed softly as if the heat was also too much for you. Lady Trinks took hit this way.

“Melinda, it’s just dreadful.” She said for more times then you were sure you could count. While Lady Trinks could be insufferable at times, she could also show great charity and kindness. At least to you she did. Oft you pondered why she would treat you differently but no answer was ever forth coming.

Just then the new Manor could be seen through the great forest that surrounded your new home. It was most defiantly a castle if but a small one. Your seen the Kings castle once when Lady Trinks had travel to court and this one before you was small by far but still it stood impressive against its rural background. It stood four stories high, with turrets at each corner of the castle. Ivy grew to cover most of the stone facade. It was foreboding.

Most of the staff was left to service the Trinks Manor in England, you being one of the very few to make the journey to this new and strange land. It would prove to be a most treasured turn of events.

When you two arrived you were ushered into the Manor by the new head of the household and were seen to your new rooms as the hour was quite late. Your new room was the one connected to Lady Trinks. It was something you become accustomed to these last six summers. The only thing you oft found hard to endure was the nights Sir Charles was there for it was a long sleepless night for you.

Your room was spacious enough and befitting a woman of your stature. The hour was very late when you walked out onto the terrace, enjoying the crisp night and a moment of solitude. The sky shown bright with stars and the night smelled of fresh turned earth. From your room you could see the ocean, it’s waves crashing softly upon the distant shore. It held your gaze as if it were magic. When the breeze shifted just right the smell of the ocean wafted into you room, making you all the more at ease. You loved the sea, it’s deep and dark recesses a mystery that you would love to explore one day. If only........

The night’s quiet was shattered by the lonely sound of a wolf’s howl. His form silhouetted high on a nearby peek. He howled again, its intensity bringing tears your understanding eyes. The shear magnitude of his loneliness was carried on the night in his howl. The roll of the sound wrapping its lonely tone around your heart. In a whisper you spoke, as if this wolf could hear you......

“Hush now my night wolf. You will find your mate, never to bay like this again. She will come to you when you most need her, she will fulfill your life, making you complete. Hush.... let the silence of the night carry your request for completion... “

As if your words were heard the night fell silent. It death-like quiet causing you to shudder. His eyes found you in the night, you feeling his gaze. And when you thought to return to bed and seek sleep, the night filled again with the sound of wolves. His pack answering him on the wind. You smiled softly as you slipped into bed, slumber claiming you.

Over the next weeks you were very busy. Settling into the new Manor, preparing things for Lord Trinks’ home coming and finding a suitable home for Sir Charles. Nary a moment was spent for yourself save for the candle-mark a day where the night would call to you. Quietly you’d sit and listen to your night wolf as eve after eve he’d return to sing his soul filled song, never failing to bring a wayward tear to your eye. Night after night you’d tell him to hush and be patient, for his mate would come. In your heart, you believed that one day yours too would come, if only you were patient. Bt dawns light you’d chastise yourself for such folly.

The house was amass of excitement the day Lord Trinks was to arrive. Even Lady Trinks, who normally exuded an air of calm was most excited. The staff gathered outside when his mount was spotted heading this way. Next to and slightly behind Lady Trinks you stood, awaiting a man you had laid eyes upon but once. Rumor had it he was home to not leave again. This new estate a gift from the King for long years of loyalty to King and Country.

The sound of trumpets blaring jarring you from your thoughts. Your eyes sought out the man atop a white steed as he drew near. His flaxen hair had grown, it blowing gently behind him. He still painted a striking pose, his presence almost tangible. As he dismounted Lady Trinks and the whole staff bowed or curtsied. Nary a one relaxing till he’d address his lady.

“AnnaBell,” his voice still strong and sure, “Tis good to finally be home with thee.” Quietly the two spoke as they walked into the Manor and though it seemed as if Lord Trinks wasn’t paying attention, his eyes still scanned over the staff. Finally his eyes coming to rest upon Lady Trinks. Quietly you wondered if he were looking for someone.

Lady Trinks released you early that eve as she would spend the eve with her husband. You sought comfort in the gardens, the night calling to you as it always did. The sweet smell of flowers greeted you as if you were an old friend. With hands born of long practice, you gently plucked a flower. Your fingertips lightly grazed over the petals, the night’s dew moistening your touch. You drew the flower across your cheek, its caress a fragrant reminder of long lost things. It’s petals seemed to weep a tear for you as it too understood your lonely heart.

The night grew even darker, the moon beginning it’s ascent into the night time sky. You hurried your step, not wanting to miss your time with your night wolf for you had come to look forward to his visits. You stopped only long enough to collect a book from the library. Your mind craved the comfort you found in books. Quietly you searched the library, looking for a book you hadn’t yet read. Holding your lamp high so as to better read the titles, a strong familiar voice asked from behind you, “May I help you find something to read?”

You slowly turned to gaze up into the blue eyes of Lord Trinks. Quickly you cast your gaze to the floor, ashamed for your boldness. His hand reached to caress your cheek, lifting your gaze to his.

“What’s your name Child?” he asked. It did not surprise you that he did not know you for you’d only met once.

“Melinda.” you replied.

“And what do you here, Melinda?” he inquired.

“I was looking for a book to read, Milord.” You knew you did not have permission to read nor was it wise to say you could.

“Can you read, Melinda?” he asked.

“Yes, Milord.”

“Who taught you to read?” His voice was still soft and inviting.

“Luther Tevish, Milord. I was his aid and needed to know how to read. He was a nice man, Milord, very kind. He did nothing wrong.” Your words tumbled out, causing you to speak perhaps too much.

He sighed heavily before speaking again. “Indeed he was, Melinda. I was grieved to hear of his death.”

The moment grew quiet between you two, both lost in your own thoughts. But neither was it strained or uncomfortable. Finally he said, “What do you like to read, Melinda? Perhaps I can suggest something?”

“Most anything, Milord.” you hesitated a moment, knowing you had to tell him. “Milord, I ... I ...”

“Melinda, you may read what ever you wish in my library.“ His words interrupting you. “Knowledge is power, Child. Remember that.” With those words he turned and strode out of the library and left you standing perplexed.

With book in hand you quickly hurried back to your room to see your night wolf. You knew the hour had grown far later then you’d thought and prayed that you had not missed his evening song. This night time ritual making your heart settle the day and accept the loneliness you carried. But this night you mind was amass of jumbled feelings. Even as you laid the book down upon your bed for later reading, you mind refused to let go of the sight of Lord Trinks. Your minds eye had flowed over his taunt body, noticing the way his night robe had clung to his broad shoulders. How the material had slightly opened to reveal the hair upon his chest. And as he’d turned to leave, the image of his fine lithe body forever burned in your minds eye.

This night as with others, you disrobed before stepping into the nights embrace. Your own night robe hung loose at your sides. A soft breeze blew gently over your body causing your nipples to pebble. You reached for them, thinking to warm them but as your hands found your breasts, your night wolf began his song. It was as if he’d waited for you.

But this night his song was different. Its once melancholy notes that hung upon your heart were no more. Instead he began a song that caused your body to flare with desire. Could his night music really have been so different then all the other nights you two have shared?

Your body thought so, for it called to be touched, to be held, to be loved. You pressed your face against the rough stone, hoping the coldness of it would ease the burning ache that was pulsating between your legs. The cool and roughly cut stone was pressed to your cheek, your hands holding your leaning body slightly away from the stone.

“What is happening to me?” You thought.

His howl intensified, your body reacting as if enchanted by this night wolf. You arched your back, the rough stone scratching across your tender swelled buds. You moaned low as you purposely sought to do it again. You felt the nectar of your womanhood coat your milky white thighs. His baying continued to pulse around you. His voice seeking to penetrate your inner sanctum. You continued to move against the stone, your nipples raw even as they throbbed with pleasure. As if with a mind of it’s own, your hand found your curls. Grabbing a handful and gently tugging on them. A soft hiss was all the night heard from you before your own fingers sought to ease the fire burning in your loins.

Bracing yourself against the wall, your hand slipped into your folds and began to stroke your heated flesh. Never before had you done this but your body knew what it needed, what it wanted. Your fingers found what they sought most. Your breathing had become labored and when your hand brushed hard against your swollen nub, your voice rose in a sound of utter pleasure. For long moments your fingers worked on your nub, finding the hidden spots the ignited your flesh the most. When your fingers slipped into your dripping center, a vision of a man came unbidden to mind.

You saw him walk into your room, his clothing slipping to the floor. He moved to stand in front of you, as his eyes watched your every move. He stood a head taller then you with hair so white it appeared to be kissed by the sun. It hung in cascading layers down his back with a bit over each shoulder. Even the hair that adorned his manhood was white! His tanned body was rippled with muscles. With everyone seemingly flexing for you.

He uttered not a word as his hand reached to touch you. His fingertips moving across your cheek to your lips. He touched them lightly. Your hands still moving within your wet folds. His eyes cast low to watch you. Gently he brushed your hands aside, his hand taking you. Your hands reached to the nearby stone walls to brace yourself.

His fingers slipped into you deeply, brushing your ecstasy spot. You whimper, your knees nearly buckling under you. With a feral growl he grabs a handful of your hair, titling your head back for a deep kiss. His tongue thrusts into your mouth as his shaft does the same to your womanhood. Your hands snake up his broad shoulders, his hands lifting you. As your legs wrap around his waist, he leans you against the cold stone. He moves violently in and out of you. So lost in his touch that you notice not his eyes which glow softly in the night. With hard thrusts he meets your body, connecting with you deeply. Your voice can be heard in soft moans as his is nothing more then primal. Your world splashes with color, bright pulsating .........shattering. Trembling... falling... your world goes dark.

When you come to yourself, the sun is beginning to kiss the horizon. You lay upon the ground and the evidence of your experience clung heavy upon your skin. Your own musk wafted in the air. Flashes of memory came to you as you dressed for the day, the man in your vision being someone you had never before seen but felt as if you’d known forever.

You hurried to tend to the Lady Trinks who was expecting to see Sir Charles today. When you knocked on her door, her voice sweetly called out for you to enter. Your guard went by the tone of her voice already knowing you’d not like what she had planned, for she rarely spoke to you in such a way except to make you do things that were above what was expect of you.

“Good morning Child. Did you sleep well?” She inquired. Another things she never does.

“Yes, Milady.” You replied as you curtsied. Your eyes scanned the room, looking for what may lay ahead for you.

“That’s wonderful to hear, Child. Shall we get ready for the day? Can you please have a bath drawn for me? And then I’d like you to do my hair.” She went on about things you do every morning. It was as if she’d never seen you do them or think you capable of it. You had her bath drawn and helped her bathe. She sang as she bathe, another thing she’d never done before. And hopefully you’d never have to hear it again! You were sure she’d be able to break glass for she could not carry a note!

The morning seemed to drag on and it was made longer by Lady Trinks apparent good mood. Still you were on your guard knowing it was a matter of time till she asked something of you, you’d regret doing. She insisted that breakfast with her, saying she’d like your company. All morning long she wore a knowing smile upon her lips and it was truly beginning to bother you.

About mid-day she announced that she wished to go see Sir Charles and that you were free for the afternoon. If you had not be sure before about her strange behavior, you were sure now for she never left for a tryst with him, without you.

“Milady?” you asked hesitantly.

“Yes, Child? Oh... I see. I wish to be alone with him today and I want you to ....... spend a little time with Lord Trinks. I think he’s taken with you.” You felt your stomach drop. ‘So this is what she had planned‘, you thought. ‘I should have known’. But how could you have foreseen something like this? It was beyond what you’d expect from even her. Lady Trinks glanced at you and saw the look that crossed your face. He voice took on a hard edge as she spoke.

“Oh come Child. It is not like you have never been with a man. I just want you to distract him for the afternoon. Stay close to him.” Her eyes spoke things she did not say aloud. Her voice suddenly returned to the overly sweet tone she’d had all morning.

“Besides, I heard you last night. Who was he? He must have truly been a man to have you sounding like that. Perhaps I will have to meet him?”

You felt your face redden and prayed she’d not notice. How could you tell her it was by your own hand that such deliciousness was achieved? That the call of a night wolf ignited a flame so hot within your body that you yourself had to extinguish it? You shuddered to think you’d been heard but to have to speak of such things? You found you could hardly think of saying such things to her though you knew she’d know more about it then you.

When the two of you reached the main hall below, a servant approached Lady Trinks to inform her that her mount was prepared just as she asked. She turned to whisper to you before leaving.

“Remember Child. I want you to keep him distracted all afternoon. I will be back before sunset. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Milady.” Your voice barely above a whisper yourself.

What were you going to do? What she asked was.... it was.... You couldn’t! But as you fought internally, you turned and asked where Lord Trinks was at. The servant, the same from a moment before, eyed you suspiciously before answering.

“He’s in the stable Miss.” You smiled a thank you to him and hurried to find this man that you felt a strange attraction to.

As you walked to the stables you wondered how to do as Lady Trinks asked and Not to do as she ask. You strolled into the stables and spotted the man you’d come to see. But as you approached him, you decided on another course of action.

“Bernard?” You called out. A lean man slipped from one of the many stall.

“Yes, Miss?” he inquired softly. Bernard was a soft spoken man that had a way with horses. You’d met him the first week you’d been her in this new and strange land.

“Is it possible to get a mount for the afternoon? I want to have a look at the grounds.” Your voice a little louder then necessary but you wanted to be over heard. Lord Trinks came around the corner of one of the stalls. He smiled at you. ‘Oh lord’ you though as you felt a flush spread through your body.

“Might I join you... Melinda?” He asked. His voice the same rich baritone you’d heard before.

“Yes, Milord. I would enjoy the company.”

For more then a league you rode with him atop his black stallion, who’s mane was pure white. And you atop a caramel mare. Barely a word you’d uttered for he spoke almost non stop. You grew uncomfortable in your own silence for it felt wrong to be here, with This man.

“Melinda?” His voice sounded a hundred leagues away.

“Yes, Milord?” You looked into his eyes and felt as if you could drown there. You watched as a slow smile spread across his deeply tanned face. His eyes held genuine concern for you. It was a rare trait you’d see in a Lord, nay.. it was rare to see in any man of power.

He reached to brush a stray tendril of hair from your cheek, his eyes speaking things that you did not understand. What was it he wished of you? His hand cupped your cheek, smiling in a Fatherly manner.

“Come Child, lets ride in this direction.” You felt the heat rise in your body from his touch and for a moment you remember the night before. The vision of Him coming to you. You closed your eyes for a brief moment, pulling him to you closely. And as you saw him in your minds eye, he slowly became stronger some how. As if by thinking about him you gave him substance. Your breathing become more labored, your senses opened as if waiting for him....

“Melinda? Are you coming Child?” Lord Trinks voice pulling you from the sweet moment you had been indulging in. Your eyes slowly open, reluctant to release him just yet.

“Aye, Milord.” Reluctantly you followed him in the tree line. Not a thought hindered you from following him in the forest. Where once you would have avoided going here now you felt at ease. You thought it was because you were with Lord Trinks. Silently you rode behind him, watching the way his body moved in the saddle. His jerkins was taunt across his shoulders and his.....

You pulled your thoughts from this, shame spreading through you like wild fire. Your cheeks colored at the though of What you’d done the night before. Try as you might you couldn't keep your mind from seeing Him. His flowing white hair, his endless gold eyes, his lean body and his manhood as it hungered for you. From reserves of determination, you raced to catch up with Lord Trinks, trying to focus on the moment at hand. Once you relaxed around him a little, he had you talking of your childhood. He was not surprised you’d been with his household since your fourteenth year and was dismayed to learn of your younger sisters.

He too shared things of his childhood, of what it was like growing up knowing you’d never have freedom of choice. He knew he would serve the King, he knew his wife would be chosen for him and he knew it would be a rough but noble life. He didn’t regret a moment that had slipped by.

“Melinda.... I know about Lady Trinks and Sir Charles.” You waited a moment, wondering where this was going. You throat went dry, but after years of service, your face remained impassive.

“You need not be here if you don’t wish to be. I know my wife probably told you to keep me company for the afternoon so she could have her tryst with him. I do not love her but she is my wife and I will remain a faithful husband.” He breathed a deep breath, the hurt upon his face told of years of knowledge and hurt honor. You knew he was a very good man in that moment and felt a connection to him begin to grow. You smiled warmly and decided that the truth between you was something that you’d prefer. You hated to lie, preferring to not answer or tell the truth at all times. The years with Lady Trinks had taken it’s toll on you in this for lying for her was something that happened far too oft.

“It is not something I am comfortable with as well, Milord.” The decision having been made you hesitated not in speaking frankly. “It burdens me and oft saddens me for the knowing of it.” You could see he had questions he needed answers to but still he hesitated in asking them. Perhaps he knew it was not your place to reveal such things. Or perhaps on some level he really didn’t wish to know. His voice was proud and strong when next he spoke, it hid the pain that his eyes could not.

“I have known for so long and it is one of the reasons I kept staying away at war but now that I am home and for good, so says the King, I am forced to see it everyday. I see it in her eyes when she looks through me, for she rarely looks at me. We spend time together but not as a Lord and his Lady should and we have not since the first year of our joining. I see a woman I must keep but do not want. I thought for a short time about taking a lover but so much debauchery already lies within the walls of nobility that I hesitate to add to it.” He grows silent but you can feel he has something else to say.

“The king has ordered me to have an Heir. He wants me to enjoy the remainder of my life in the comfortable arms of mediocrity. And while this seems a good thing for I had grown weary of blood and death, I also must now figure out how to be aroused by a woman I can barely look at. And still I will wonder if the child would really be mine or Sir Charles.” He grew silent once more as if he realized he might have said too much. He waited with his eyes cast ahead, nary a glance at you.

“Milord,” you began, “ I am surprised you did not know....”

His head turned to you with a question in his eyes.

“Melinda, what knows you about this?” His voice held the first tone of anger you had ever heard from him but it did not deter you.

“Milord, Lady Trinks is barren. I have known since just after coming her. She can not bare children, Milord. How is it you did not know, Milord?”

“Because, Melinda it is enough to ask the King for a divorce. Nobles have to have Heirs and if a wife is barren the Noble has the choice of choosing another wife.”

“Are there any other grounds you can seek this... divorce on, Milord?” You tongue foreign to this new and unheard of word. “Milord? What is a divorce?”

You were taken aback at the sound of his laughter. It was a full sound that rung in the silent forest that surrounded you both.

“Forgive me, Child. A divorce is where I would no longer be married to Lady Trinks and I could choose another wife of child barring age. As you know my wife is past that time but still could have bore me and Heir. And there are other grounds for a divorce but one must be shrewd about using those. If the parentage of the child were to be in question then that too could be grounds. If the wife were caught in a treasonous act, that too could be grounds. There are not many, Child but there are a few.”

He was back to calling you ~Child~ again and it was, again, getting on your nerves.

“Milord, you said if the ‘parentage of the child were to be in question’. Would you have to wait for a child to be conceived or could you approach the King before.” you hurried on before he could interrupt. “It’s just that Lady Trinks has a history that most know about, could that be enough?”

He turned slowly to look at you. His face said that it was something he’d never thought to ask about. Would the child had to have already been conceived? You could see him thinking, pondering and wondering if it could be enough. You, in your own thoughts wondered if you should have said anything. But there was something about this man that opened you up and made you want to help. He did more then make you body long to be touched and caressed, he made you want to make a difference.

“Did Lady Trinks have more then Sir Charles as a lover?” He just asked the one question you had prayed would not come, for she indeed had more then just Sir Charles. You cast you eyes downward, hoping to not have to answer but he saw that this question distressed you.

“Please, Melinda. If you know what can help me here then please, help me.”

You remained silent for a bit longer, deciding how much to say. But your mind had been made up the moment you had trusted him enough to speak freely.

“Milord,” you began, “ as you know a Lady-In-Waiting must keep the confidences of the Lady she serves. I am Lady Trinks Lady-In-Waiting and what you ask is..... it is difficult for me to move past. I have only admitted to what you already knew but to go further would be breaking the oath a Lady-In-Waiting takes. But here is where we have a dilemma. Lady Trinks never made me take such an oath but I feel it’s pull none the less.”

Suddenly an idea comes to you. A way to do both at once.

“Milord, I will not lie to you. My silence is what you will receive in the place of a lie.”

You smiled inwardly and saw that he too understood. You walked a thin and jagged line here . It was what you could live with but in a way it was still telling to much. For a while more you two rode with him asking questions and collecting answers in your silence. He knew enough to seek his divorce but would he. The one thing he didn’t ask was if Lady Trinks had a night of passion with the King himself and you felt that was a question he really should ask. Your silence would follow.

As the light was waning, you two made your way back to the castle. Lord Trinks had grown quiet, lost in thought. Suddenly he leapt from the back of his horse, drawing his bow as he did. Your eyes scanned the area around you till you too spotted what Lord Trinks was now taking aim at.

A white wolf stood atop an outcropping of rocks. His magnificent coat shown bright in the dimming light. His gold eyes sought out yours and held you entranced. His mind seemed to brush yours, wrap around you and drag the images of the night before to the forefront of your mind. You saw the pure white hair that cascaded down his back. You saw the gold eyes stare into your soul. You saw his manhood pulse with his need for you. The scent of him filled you. Your breathing had become ragged. He tossed back his head and began to howl. His soulful voice ringing within your heart. Without thought of what you were doing, you slid from the back of your mare and foiled Lord Trinks shot. The arrow ricocheted off the rock and embedded into a nearby tree. The wolf never once move. Instead he looked on at you.

“Melinda! That’s a wolf.”

But you did not hear Lord Trinks for you were lost in the white wolfs eyes. Your night wolf stood before you in all his glory and you were spellbound by him. He howled once more then disappeared into the trees.

“Melinda? Melinda? Are you alright Child?”

“Yes, Milord.” But you weren’t well. You were shaken to your core and beyond. You stood trembling, though you didn’t know it. All you could see and hear was the white wolf. Lord Trinks could see that something was amiss so he helped you mount then pulled himself up behind you. With his knees he urged his horse back to the castle, his strong arms wrapped tight around you. He rode hard into the courtyard, calling for help. Carefully he helped you down from the horse, his arm protectively around your shoulders. He knew you to be in shock and had already sent for the physician.

Lady Trinks stood out on her balcony, watching this all with interest. She was pleased that you had done what you were told for that’s the way it appeared to her.

What Lady Trinks could never have known was that her decision that day would alter her future irrevocably. The choice she made with abandon, to be with her lover, would prove to be more then even she could foretell.

After you had been seen by the physician, you returned to your room to rest. Lord Trinks and the Physician had been most adamant that you were to rest for the rest of the night. Lord Trinks even went to far as to send another woman to see to your duties with Lady Trinks.

As you walked into your spacious rooms, the sweet smell of lavender met you. A large wooden tub filled with hot, scented water was awaiting your pleasure. Another thoughtfulness of Lord Trinks. Bolting your door, you undressed and sank into the steaming water. The water rose up your body, causing pleasurable waves of ecstasy to wash over you. You sank lower still, till the scented water lapped gently at your milky breasts.

The moon was filling the eastern sky by the time you arose from the bath, it’s waters too tepid to remain in any longer. Absently you wondered why the sweet howl of your wolf had yet to start this eve. After you slipped on a robe, you threw open the doors and stepped out into the darkening night. You raised your face to the night, it’s silence shattered by your night wolf. It was as if he was waiting for you.

His howl was unlike the night before but neither was it like all the nights before that. His song was speaking to you much like it had for these long months that you had been here but tonight........ Tonight it held yet again, a new emotion to share. His bay rose and fell like the sweetest melody you had ever heard. And when he was done, you has the overwhelming sense that he had just Thanked you.

Dawn found you in Lady Trinks chambers trying to rouse her. She stretched languidly while smiling at you. You could tell by the look in her eyes that she thought you had done as she asked and bedded Lord Trinks. Unless she asked you otherwise, you would not correct her. You felt it best to never offer information to Lady Trinks as it was oft safer for you.

“Melinda? Did you do as I asked of you?” Lady Trinks asked. You didn’t hesitate in your reply.

“Yes, Milady.” You tried to keep your voice a neutral as possible. It would not do for you to tell her just what really happened yesterday. You’re not sure yourself what happened.

“Did you enjoy his company, Child?” Her questions were turning to probing. For years now she tried to get you to share the trysts she believed you’d had. Her whole motivation, you realized years before, was intimate natures between people. At one time you would have said men and women but it did not take you long to realize that intimacies of any kind trilled Lady Trinks.

“Yes, Milady.” You could feel the butterflies begin to flutter within you and prayed she wouldn't ask more of you. Something you would have to answer.

“Did you find him to be a skilled lover, my Child?” Oh lord! She’d asked the one thing you couldn’t answer. When you didn’t answer right away, she turned to look at you.

“Melinda?”

What could you possibly say to her? She was expecting you to tell her about his ...........

“Milady! Milady! Lord Trinks readies for a trip to see the King!” You were thankfully interrupted.

“Why?” Lady Trinks asked of the servant that brought her the news.

“I do not know Milady. Just that he leaves within the hour.” The fear written upon her face you had come to expect on the illiterate. She clearly thought this to be bad news and that it would effect her in some way. She could very well be right. You felt your stomach turn and twist. Could your conversation from the eve before be the reason he is seeking the King now? If that be the case then you needed to tell him about the King and Lady Trinks!

“Milady? Would you like me to go and see if I can find anything more out about this unexpected trip?” The questions a shameful use of what she thinks happened between you two.

“Yes, Child. See what you can find out.” With that she turned her back. Her way of dismissing you.

You hurried from the room, listening to the other servant’s chatter with only half an ear.

“Melinda what do you think is going on? Oh, I just know this is bad! For us all! What ever could the Lord want in the Royal Court? He just got back. Melinda? Please you have to do something! I know you and the Lord are intimate........”

You whirled around to look at her, anger flashing in your eyes. “What gives you that idea?” You needed to know for you had never done anything inappropriate. She cast her eyes low, knowing she was very close to being in big trouble. You sighed. You didn’t have time for this right now, you needed to speak to Lord Trinks.

“We will speak of this again. Now off with you!”

You found Lord Trinks in the library, hastily scribing instructions for while he was gone. He looked up into your eyes, a smile readily upon his lips. He spoke before you could.

“Melinda, I am going to see the King. This you know but I will not tell you what for. I know you do not like to lie and so I will not put you in a position to lie.” He paused a moment, sighed. “I’m going to see about moving back to England. I do not have time to go into it now. I need to leave. I’ll see you in a few weeks.” He smiled warmly. “Please be happy, Child.”

You watched his broad back as he left the library. Then hurried back to Lady Trinks.

“Well, Child? What say you? Why is he going to see the King?” Lady Trinks did not even let you get all the way in the door before asking. You knew what he told you was a lie but it Was what he’d told you. You were finding it more and more easy to find justice in lying. So you told her just what he’d said. He wanted to go back to England permanently and needed the Kings permission. Lady Trinks was hugely pleased!

“I knew it! I asked him about returning. Charles is not happy here. He missed the Royal Court. So I took my husband to my bed. I serviced his needs and then asked about us returning to the Royal Court. I had thought the eve went badly but it would seem I was wrong!”

Silently you thought not. Though over the next few days it was more intense when around her. She had some things packed and sent back to the old house. All the while you could no say a word. Sir Charles was there daily for her, the two of them breaking the silence of the night with their rutting. Purposely Sir Charles would leave the connecting door ajar between your rooms. He wanted you to listen to them rutting. And listen you did! There was little else you could do. Her begging for his hard shaft to reach deeper into her. Deeper! she’d yell. You could hear the soft moist sound of his shaft sliding in and out of her. The sound of his breathing when she’d take him into her mouth. And though your hands itched to touch yourself, it wasn’t like the night you did. Then, it was more like you couldn’t stop if you’d wanted to. The night wolfs call instructing your hands to your hidden unknown areas.

One evening, while you were walking out of the library, you heard a commotion out in the front courtyard. You turned, curious now, and went to see what was happening. The castle guards were running about shouting orders back and forth.

“Catch him! He’s over there!”

“He’s made it over the wall!”

“Hurry, he’s a fast bugger!” “He’s heading for the castle..... STOP him!”

From the dark night you saw a soft white blur rushing towards you. Taken aback, you stood there in surprise, watching as it seemingly leapt with easy across obstacles. You felt the guards rush by you, catching him just as he came into view. Your breath caught as you recognized the man in your visions and dreams. He stood before you proud, quiet and handsome. He was as you remembered him. Flowing white hair , melting gold eyes, broad shoulders and the most intense look upon his face.

Silently he fought his captors, for which there were many. Five men sought to restrain him, his strength being nearly their match. The moment seemed to slow, you two the only ones aware of it. He seemed to call to you some how, shattering your inner calm with visions so intense your head began to hurt. The images coming so fast that you nary could see them. Among them was a vision of you two locked in a passionate embrace. Your bodies moving against one another. It mirrored the one you’d had just nights before, the one you Knew to be nothing more then a vision.

They dragged him by you and down into the dungeon. A cold and dirty cell awaiting him and his punishment. Your breath catches in your throat even as your heart pounds for him. After he gone you head back to your room, Lady Trinks inquiring what the ado was about.

“An intruder, Milady. The Guards have him now.” With effort you kept your voice flat, uninterested, wanting her interest to remain un-peeked. You need not have worried for Sir Charles was there and bid her to come back to bed.

For a candle mark or more you paced your room, his haunting eyes burned into your mind. Finally you grew so frustrated you tried to rest. You moved to your dressing cabinet, removed your clothes and slipped into bed. At first you couldn’t figure out why you were so pensive. Nor why this night felt off some how. It’s deathlike quiet wearing upon your jangled nerves.

You tried to close your eyes and seek sleep but it was elusive this night. When ever you’d close your eyes, he’d be there. His eyes calling to you but what did they say? Suddenly you say up. Night Wolf! This was the first night here that he had not sang for you. You threw back the coverlets and raced to the balcony. The night was deafly silent.

“Could it be?” Your mind questioned. It raged against such thoughts yet your heart knew. It knew who he was and perhaps what too. The pieces that remained so elusive before were now beginning to fall into place. And then as if from no where, the sound of Night Wolf’s voice filled the dark night. Your heart leapt at such a simple joy but then you realized, it was coming from inside the castle. The howl was new to your ears. It spoke of pain and a new type of hurt. He calls! your heart says. Go to him! it begs. Just as suddenly as it began it was halted. Cut short with a sound of pain.

You reached for your robs and snuck out the door. You wished to run to him but knew not why. What has come over you, Melinda? You thought. For all the knowledge you held within you and all the experience you have had, none could match the way your heart was reacting now. And though you were unfamiliar with following your heart, it’s call was to strong to deny. So downward you went, deeper into the bowels of the castle. You were unfamiliar with this part of the castle, having never before been there.

You did anticipate the guards but not as many as there were. They seemed to be everywhere! I memory floated up in your mind, one of Lord Trinks telling the Captain of the Guard to move half of the men down here but you couldn’t remember why. You groaned softly. This was going to be near impossible!

The entire way to his cell you were mentally talking to yourself. “What are you doing here? You don’t know this man. Have never laid eyes on him. And DON’T start thinking about that vision. It was just that, a vision. It didn’t mean anything. But did you see that look in his eyes? It was like he Knew me like no other man knew me.” Each time you thought of him as a Man, your mind and heart would clash. Differing in that opinion. “There can not be a connection between him and my Night Wolf. Could there be? No.. No of course not. That had to be just coincident. Yeah that’s it! Just a coincident. But then why did Night Wolfs howl come from Inside the castle?” Don’t think about that! Your mind whispered.

You turned a corner, deep in the dungeon and found yourself face to face with one of the guards.

“What are you doing here?” His tone harsh. You could tell he was new to the Castle Guard. A thousand excuses ran through your mind, settling on the most believable.

“Good eve. I am Melinda. I do not think I have seen you before?“ You smiled as if you were here for more then just Lady Trinks.

“No, Miss. I’m Duncan the Great.” He replied as if should mean something to you.

“Lady Trinks sent me to look at the prisoner.” You whispered to him in a conspiring tone. The look on his face told you he had heard of Lady Trinks reputation already. You tried to hide your smile.

“She wants me to have a Look at him. If you know what I mean.”

“Aye, Miss. I know what you mean. But I have me orders to let no one pass.”

“Please, Duncan?” Your voice dropped to a purr. You trailed your hand down his chest suggestively. From deep inside of you, you heard a growl. It rattled you internally for you knew from whence it really came. The Wolf.

“Aye, Miss.” He leaned over and claimed your lips in a heated yet unmoving kiss. The growling grew louder. You smiled at him, an empty promise. Turning slowly, teasingly you headed down the murky corridor, searching for.... well you weren’t sure what you were searching for. A man? A Wolf? Your mind whirled with the possibilities that indeed this ~man~ was your Night Wolf.

Finally you saw a dim light in the distance. The last cell lighted gently with the soft glow of a single candle. You stepped up to the bar but saw nothing at first. From the darkest corner, you sensed a movement and focused your eyes there. The shadows seemed to ripple and bend, before He stepped from them. Even though the cell was filthy, his pale locks and tanned skin seemed untouched by the grime. He approached the bars slowly, his eyes heatedly locked with your own. His hand lifted gracefully, slipping though the bars and caressing your cheek. You felt the explosion of desire radiate throughout your body. Liquid heat pooling in your center. His nostrils flared as your musk filled the small hall and cell. You heard the softest of growls slip from his throat. You leaned closer to the bars, wanting to feel him against your skin......

“Miss? Ye be fare?” The guards voice shattering the moment. You rallied your thoughts,

“Aye. Milady would be pleased.” His snort of laughter was your response. You prayed it would be enough.

“Duncan?” You call out. Your voice husky and sensual for you were still afire for this man in the cell.

“Aye, Miss?” He softly called back.

“Would you care to join me for a time? We could take comfort in one of these other cells.” You glanced at Him but he had melted back in the shadows. You caught movement from the corner of your eye and turned to see Duncan lumbering down the hall towards you. When he grew close enough you could see the hungry look upon his young face. He laid his weapons down and then slipped out of his chain mail, it falling loudly to the floor. The metal noise rung in your ears, it’s sound ringing like a warning bell to you.

He moved to you, his hands instantly mauling your breasts. Aggressively you turned him, slamming him forcefully up against the bars. You heard the growl within you as He leapt from the shadows. He grabbed the guard and slammed him against the bars, the guards head connecting solidly. You watched as his limp body slid to the floor. You looked into the eyes of this mysterious man and saw that he held regret for having to do that.

You reached for the keys that were hooked to Duncan’s belt and quickly opened the cell door. You grab his arm as he tried to flee down the hall.

“You’ll never get out of here like that. We need to get you into his clothes and out with the changing of the guard.” You whispered all of this to him and prayed he’d understand. He looked at you then Duncan. Without a moment to spare he began to undress the limp guard and with a little help from you, dress in the unfamiliar clothing.

The two of you moved quickly down the dimly lit halls, making your way back to the surface. Suddenly he grabbed you, pressing you to the cold stone walls. He covered your body with his own as several other guards marched past you in a connecting hall. As he looked around the corner, he pressed closer to you. This time your hands moved of their own accord. You slid them up his chest, he swiveled around to look at you. You could see it in his eyes and knew the desire was mirror in your own. He grabbed you hand and headed for a door that led outside. You could smell the crisp nights air as you drew closer to it.

Surprisingly, you made it out a side door and across a field before you breathed easily again. As the tree line approached he began stripping the guards clothing, till he stood in the moonlight, in nothing but the small wrap that hugged his hips.

Tenderly, he reached for you hand. You placed yours in his and into the night he took you. Deeper into the forest, till you reached a clearing. Even in the moon light it was beautiful! You could hear water nearby, smell it all around you. You could feel the sweet soft grass beneath your feet. And as he pulled you to him, the sky began to lighten, heralding in a new day.

His hand slid up your neck and into your hair as he leaned close to you. Your head tilted back to welcome his kiss. His lips hovered over yours and his breath caressed your lips. He waited for you, ever patient till you brushed your lips to his. His lips met your in a tender exchange but the fire sparked as if passion itself dripped from the kiss. And when your lips parted the others, an empty ache filled you instead.

His hands reached to loosen your sash, gently tugging in the knotted material. His hands moved up your body, over your breasts to your shoulders. His movements were sensual as he slipped your robe over your shoulders and down your body. You heard the growls issue from deep in his throat, as he looked your luscious body over. He claimed your lips again, in a searing kiss. His hands moved down your sides and over your rear. You could feel your skin burn where he touched and knew you could not stop even should you desire him to. You wanted his touch and prayed this time it wasn’t a vision.

His kisses found their way down your neck, drawing your skin over his teeth. You shuttered against his touch. Your vision had been vivid but this..... this was almost overload. Your chest started to rise and fall with more labored breaths and when his warm mouth found your pebble nipple, you moaned long and low. His every touch was for you, he took nothing for himself. He laved your nipples till they ached from his touch, his bites his suckles. His hands moved over your body, stoking your flame to near meltdown. Absently your nails raked down his back and you felt him shudder against you.

In that moment you realized your power over him. For every touch he gave you, you gave him one as well. His teeth would scrape over your protruding buds and you reached for his stiffened shaft, stroking him. You grew brazen with each passing moment, till his eager hands pulled you down on the soft sweet grass.

He held himself over you, his body so close, his heat nearly scorching you. Your own hand reached to work your nub, but he gently pushed it away. His breath moved over your heated center before his tongue reached to caress and cradle your swollen nub. He laved your center till your nectar painted his face and still he brought you to nearly completion. He drew away from you, sensing perhaps you were near to the edge.

He moved his hard body over you, slipping easily between your open legs. Instinctively your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him to you. By now you both are frenzied with need. You rip the linen from his hips, watching his proud shaft begin to weep for you. You dragged your eyes from his shaft to see him near weak with need. In you he saw the same, you reached for him and placed him over your entrance. You’d barely moved your hand when he thrust deep into you, shattering your maidenhead. Your back arched deeply as his manhood connected with you. He hunched over, biting your nipple as he began a rhythmic stroke.

Your hips began to meet his thrusts, you two moving as if of one mind. You slid your hand between your bodies, caressing his balls as he pounded in you. You felt your world tilt as he brought you to the edge. Sweat ran from both your bodies. Your release hits you hard, rocking your body to the core. You raked your nails up his rear with your release. He tosses his head back and howls his release, his seed finding it’s make deep within you. His eyes meet yours again and in them you see the wolf, his body shifting just enough for you peek into his soul.

He drew away from you quickly, sadden that you has seen him as he truly was. He turned and in the blink of an eye, shifted to his wolf form. He began to head deeper into the surrounding forest. His mind reached to yours, the first time he’d spoken to you.... ~WhiteWolf~ he’d seemed to say. His name. With one final look at you, he disappeared from sight.

In a daze you returned to the castle, your mind numb from what you’d seen. Gratefully, you made it to your chamber without hindrance. Lady Trinks had not yet arisen. Your mind took to the tasks that you do daily, seeking to hide from what you’d seen. You’d barely dressed in fresh clothing when yoiu heard...

“MELINDA!!!!” You rushed into tend to this woman that you just realized you’d grown tired of.

“We must hurry, Melinda. Lord Trinks will be back by the morrow and I want to spend the day with Sir Charles. Help me dress! NOW CHILD!”

With practiced care you did your job, never really being in the moment. Your mind was else where. It sought him out in ever recess that you had hidden him away in. ~WhiteWolf~ His name repeatedly drifting in your mind. All day your thoughts were of him and as the night approached, you found you longed for his night song. But as you stepped out into the moonlit night, no song greeted you this night.

Your heart grew heavy with his absence. All the night long, you tossed and turned, your mind never settling to sleep. ~WhiteWolf~ it seemed to say. But as dawn caught you on the balcony, you knew what you had to do. Hastily you packed a small satchel with food and water, preparing to seek him out. Your heart would allow nothing less. As you slung the satchel over your shoulder, Lady Trinks’ voice rang in the dawn.

“Melinda!” She yelled but you no longer felt the need to answer it. You walked out the door to your room and out of the castle’s wake next. Never once looking back. As you moved down the rutted path towards the forest, Lord Trinks’ war horse crested the hill in front of you. When he met you on the road, his eyes seemed to see you in a new light. He smiled kindly then hugged you.

“Be well Melinda and know you will always have a home here with us.” You knew that he had been give that which he desired most. Your heart was gladden for him.

“Be well Milord and be happy.” He watched you till you’d disappeared into the trees.

For most of the day you traveled, following your instincts. Never once did you falter in your decision to find him. Never once did your step hesitate. When you had but two candle marks till night fall, you sensed you were no longer alone. Slowly you turned to scan the surrounding pasture and there on a large rock, you spotted him. Gracefully you walked to him and as you did so, you saw other wolves. You knew he was their Alpha and understood what you would have to do.

Boldly you walked up to him, your eyes meeting his. Slowly you sank to your knees, then lowered your eyes. Bowing to his Alpha status. Patiently you waited, hoping his pack would have you. You had no thoughts for the future nor any worries over it. You wanted him and that he was. He completed you as you completed him.

The moments dragged out. You wanted to look to him but knew you could not. Suddenly, you felt him near you and then felt his hand gently pulling you to stand. With a tenderness he’d not yet shown you, he smiled.

“WhiteWolf” you spoke, trying his name upon your lips.

~Melinda~ you heard.

The world fell away for you two and in that moment.... you two both knew what it was like to be complete........

FIN


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