My husband passed away suddenly and I’m now a widow at 53. I married young so I don't know how to be anything but married. Learning to be alone is the biggest challenge.

I’m financially secure, but lonely. I have convinced myself that I’m beyond my prime. I’m curvy, five feet seven inches, my hair is slowly turning silver where dark brown had once been. My brown eyes still sparkle when I laugh.

I have a group of women friends that call themselves “Cougars” and they wear T-shirts with “Sexy Cougar” written in glitter. That’s not my style. Give me a pair of jeans and a t-shirt but I’m certainly not a “Cougar.”

My son has a Harley and convinced me to get one too. I pushed the idea around for a while before deciding to go to a dealership. By June, I booked my first long-distance ride to Traverse City, about a 4-hour drive from where I’m currently living in Auburn Hills Michigan.

I'm so excited to see “Up North” again. Grand Traverse Resort is so beautiful with its long sweeping driveway, deep green pine trees, weeping willows, and the magnificent Grand Traverse Bay behind it.

A man working the valet parking jogged out to me. I could tell he was very excited to park the bike.

“Hello Miss,” he said, clearly trying to flatter me.

I smile and ask, “Is special motorcycle parking?”

“Oh yes, Miss, I’d be happy to park it for you.”

“Sounds great,” I say.

As I'm unloading the saddlebags, I notice a banner over the resort entrance. “Blazing Saddle Beverage Company.” A sign by the reception desk is explaining that it is for all guests of the resort.

Might as well have a cocktail. “What can it hurt?”

The lounge is already filling with people for this event. Women in sundresses, men in athletic casual. Then there’s me - carrying a helmet and wearing a black leather jacket and black riding chaps. I know I'm standing out and not in a good way.

Weaving myself through the crowd, I spot a small table in the back. I'm just people watching, my eyes floating around the room when they land on the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. His piercing blue eyes capture mine immediately. I feel like he is penetrating my soul. He breaks the contact first.

“Holy fuck!”

My pulse is racing so much that my smartwatch beeps an alert. 

With shaking hands, I reach into my purse and grab out my inhaler. Two quick puffs help to calm me down.

A waitress, in the meantime, has brought me a glass of white wine.

“I didn’t order anything,“ I say to her.

She winks at me. “See that gentleman wearing the black cowboy hat over there?”

I look to where she is pointing. His eyes held me in their grasp again.

“Yes,” I say.

“He would like to join you for a drink.”

“Please tell him yes and that I’ll be right back.”

I casually walk to the lady's room. What I see in the mirror is a nightmare, my hair is a mess, no makeup, and still in my riding leathers. As best as I can I fix my hair, and make-up.

He is sitting at the table when I return. With him are two glasses of white wine. He stands as I approach the table.

“Good afternoon, I hope I’m not imposing on you. My name is Lancaster Hutchinson,” he said. “Please call me Lance.”

I smile as I'm trying to read his body language and I can tell he is doing the same to me. But there is something different in the way he's looking at me. I can't put my finger on it. But, it's a little bit unsettling.

To my eyes, he has this light shining around him, like a shimmer of air being disturbed. And his voice is both soothing and strangely terrifying, something wild hides just under the surface.

I shake his hand and feel this pulse of energy run through my body. He’s wearing “Versace Man Eau Fraiche” I recognize the scent immediately. Classic and clean, so sexy.

I swear his eyes are glowing slightly, as he is waiting for me to introduce myself.

“I’m Wendy Sue, please just call me Wendy.”

He smiles and motions for me to sit.

My hands shake just a little as I'm lifting the wine glass. He's watching me swallow, his eyes so intense. I feel a little shy under his stare, but soon the wine is working its magic and I'm beginning to relax.

He hardly drinks any of his wine. I notice immediately. The wine is giving me a boldness I’d usually not show so early after meeting someone. I start asking him questions.

“Thanks for the glass of wine, are you here on vacation? Or do you always stalk women, sitting alone in a lounge, wearing motorcycle leathers?” I say teasingly.

He covers his amusement by coughing into a napkin. He points to the large poster near the entrance of the lounge that reads “Blazing Saddle Beverage Company” in big and bold letters. I see that it’s him, front and center. He's wearing a designer black suit, white dress shirt, black cowboy boots, and black cowboy hat. His blue eyes are magnificent, penetrating.

“Oh, so this is your party?”

He winks and I smile. I can tell that I'm blushing. “No shit,” I say.

His booming laughter fills the room.
“Ya, no shit Darlin,” he says, as the twang in him slips past his business-speech.

A man dressed similar to Lance walks up to the table. “Excuse me sir, but the ZOOM presentation will begin in twenty minutes.”

“Wendy, I regrettably have to go, but please stay, and finish your wine.”

“No, I’m ready to go to my room. I’ll follow you out.”

He's looking at me with such an unreadable expression. Then he takes my hand and kisses it.

“Wendy, thank you for joining me for a cocktail. I will see you again soon.”

His tone leaves no room for discussion. I'm standing there in the lobby he’s looking at me waiting for me to say something. But I feel dazed.

Finally, I pull myself together enough to say, “Yes, you’re welcome. Goodbye.”

I turn and walk away with his cologne still swirling around me. I can feel his gaze on my back. The hair on my arms stands up.

As I walk to the elevator, my mind is whirling. That encounter with Lance has me shook. My room is on the third floor overlooking the lake, a spectacular suite.

It's close to 8 pm and I'm beginning to feel the wine, the long motorcycle ride, and my age. I need a hot shower and something to eat. Time to change out of these hot riding leathers and boots.

I kick off the boots, pulled my socks off and then the riding vest. My black T-shirt is nearly stuck to my body, so I have to wrestle it over my head. The black leather riding chaps come off next with my jeans feeling like a second skin. They’re nearly impossible to peel off. I am standing there in my pink sports bra and panties enjoying the cool breeze off of the lake.

The sports bra comes off quickly. My breasts feel heavy against my chest. My nipple piercings catching the lights in the room. My panties join my bra on the floor as I gaze out the large balcony window.

Lance has escaped the meeting room for a much-needed cigarette. He sniffs the air. His eyes are glowing. He turns to the left and he can see me in darkness.

In his eyes, I’m glowing. My scent is nearly driving him insane. His cock is pulsating in his pants as he takes a drag of his cigarette.

“Soon my lady, we will mate. Finally, I have found you,” he says into the darkness of the night as the moon rises behind him.

I order room service and take a cool relaxing shower. Room service would be served in thirty minutes.

I order a club sandwich and a house salad with ranch, and a cookie for dessert. I'm scrolling through TikTok when room service arrives.

As I'm eating my dinner; I keep going over what has happened to me in only a few hours into my vacation. There is something special about Mr. Lance Hutchison. It's his eyes. They're captivating to me. I can't fathom his interest in me.

I finish my dinner and I'm lying on the bed but all I'm thinking about is Lance.

The next morning, I wake up thinking about Lance. Is my imagination playing tricks on me, or is there something between us? I came here to enjoy the beach, not sit in a hotel room worrying over some man.

I'm walking through the hotel towards the beach entrance. I have to pass by the meeting rooms on the way through the lobby. I can hear Lance, he's laughing at something. I'm smiling just hearing his laughter.

As I'm getting closer, I can see that he and his men have stepped outside for a cigarette break. As I get closer our eyes lock again. 

Lance opens the door for me, “Good afternoon, Wendy, nice to see you again.”

I smile, “Good afternoon, Lance, nice to see you too.”

I continue down the pathway to the beach area, his gaze is following me the whole time. A light breeze is coming off the water as the waves crash on the shoreline.

Getting a tan and reading an erotic fantasy novel about a shape-shifting wolf and a magician is the perfect vacation day. The day just flew by. At some point, I dozed off. I'm woken up by someone rubbing my shoulder. When I open my eyes, the world starts to spin. I feel drunk.

“Let me help you, Wendy,” he says.

“No, no, I’m fine!” I say. My throat is bone dry.

As I'm sitting up, my bathing suit top slips off, exposing myself to Lance. That's embarrassing and I can't even look at him. He is being a gentleman and looks away as I fix my bathing suit top.

I'm swaying a little as I'm getting up and the sand is hot on my feet. His arm slides around my waist as he is filling my bag with my belongings.

“Wendy, you need to be more careful,” he says.

I'm scowling. “Careful of what? I can handle a beach I’m pretty sure!” my tone sounding irritated.

He snaps back, “Then why is your smartwatch going crazy?” I look down, and sure enough, my watch has alerted me again.

Stubbornly, I shoot back at him, “I didn’t ask for a cowboy to ride upon a horse to rescue me.”

He can't hold back his amusement. “Well, lucky for you I’m here anyway and my horse is back in Kansas!”

That catches me off guard. My tone changes, “I’m sorry Lance, I’m not used to this much attention.”

He winks at me but doesn't respond.

“Lance, why are you here, you must be busy with your meetings. I’m fine now, please don’t worry about me.”

“Don’t worry about you?” He says it with such emotion I just stare at him. 
“I took a smoke break and I saw you out here all alone and passed out, I got worried, Wendy.”

I roll my eyes and that is a trigger and a huge mistake.

He put no light between our bodies and whispers in my ear. His voice deep, soft and terrifying at the same time. He tilts my chin up so I'm looking into his eyes and my knees are weak. I see my reflection in his gaze. His accent is thick. His eyes look dark, menacing.

“Sweetheart, let this be a warning to you, I don’t take to eye rollin’ so when I say I'm worried, that’s what I mean.”

His eyes change from ice blue to black pools of an abyss in a heartbeat. Without a word, he takes my hand and guides me back towards the resort. We encounter a few younger men drinking and playing frisbee. One has decided that today is the day to play with his life.

“Hey lady, can I get some of the that-cougar ass when you’re done with him?” The young man wearing blue swim trunks shouts out.

I look up at Lance and his features are shimmering in the air. It happens so quickly you would miss it if you weren’t watching. He's holding my hand as he walks straight to the young man, he’s angry. His eyes are black, his voice is so deep. He takes his hat off and hands it to me, his silver-gray hair sparkling under the sunlight. Is he snarling? It's frightening either way.

“I’m going to say this one time, and you better listen. I’m giving you thirty seconds to leave my sight or I will be the last thing you see before God.”

The man starts laughing in Lance's face. The alcohol is clouding the man's judgment and that is going to prove to be a huge mistake. He starts to square up, on Lance as he does have youth on his side. He's probably a good ten years younger than Lance and he wasn’t going to back down, he wants to fight.

My ears start to ring so I can't hear the waves on the shore, or the seagulls screaming above me, and when I'm sure this man is going to meet God today, I close my eyes, waiting.

I don't want to see bloodshed on my vacation but as if by some silent call, two of Lance’s men walk up, grab the man and remove him from the beach.
It is over, just like that.

Lance takes his hat back from me, takes a deep breath, and grins. I'm trembling.

He hugs me and says, “Wendy, you are so beautiful.”

Like nothing happened. No big deal! My mouth drops open.

“My men will handle it now. Are you ok, sweetheart?” he says sweetly.

“Me, ok? What the fuck is going on? This doesn’t happen to me, none of this. I’m not feeling so good.” I say my voice shaky.

He says, “Wendy, I’ll answer all your questions, but let’s get you back to your room first.”

We continue our walk into the lobby to the elevators.

“What floor Wendy?”

“Third floor, 303, Lance.”

At the door of my room, we stand looking at each other. He's waiting for me to process whatever emotions I'm feeling.

Finally, I say, “Would you like to come in, we can order room service, unless you have plans.”

His voice melts me when he says, “Wendy, this is where I’m spending my evening.”

We walk in and I take a beer from the mini-fridge for him and a bottle of water for me.

“Please Lance, make yourself comfortable and pick out something for dinner, I’ll go shower.”

‘What the fuck is going on in this resort? Am I stuck in some Twilight Zone movie or have I been reading too many erotic-fantasy novels?’ I think to myself.

I shake my head in bewilderment and resign myself to let the chips fall where they may. ‘Stop worrying so much. You need to give yourself the chance to find happiness and maybe a future with the man with the piercing blue eyes.’

I toss the swimsuit into the sink as the shower stings, but also soothes, my sunburn. In my mind, I can picture the scent of my soap drifting out of the bathroom. Lance inhales it. His cock gets thicker, making him squirm.

My hand drifts down my soapy body, my pussy is aching. My finger slides across my enlarged clit and I rub it hard. I need a quick release of sexual energy. I bite my lip as I rub harder, the energy builds to climax. My body tenses before the welcome release.

I hold onto the shower door for a few minutes before I dry myself off and dress in pink silk shorts and a pink light tank top.

He’s sitting on the couch, his head back, eyes closed. I whisper next to his ear, “I’m back.”

Before I can react, he has me on his lap, with his cock poking against my ass. His lips cover mine completely. His tongue invades my mouth, exploring, searching, caressing every inch.

All air is pulled out of me. With reluctance, he breaks the kiss. My body pressing against him.

“Your perfume, what’s it called?”

“Your Desire.”

He responds, “I’m buying the company tomorrow,” which causes me to smile.

“I’m serious,” he says.

My mouth is dry after the kiss and I try wiggling off his lap. “I need water, handsome,” I say.

“No baby, stay here,” but he relents and lets me go.

I need to pull myself together before this gets out of hand. I sneak a peek at him and see his jeans are showing a pretty impressive bulge causing to grin.
As I return with the drinks, I place them on the table between us. His eyes darken.

“Oh fuck,” now I did it. His eyes narrow, but he controls himself.

We let ourselves relax into a conversation well into the early morning hours. We talk about my past and my son. He tells me about his childhood and the farm he still owns in Dodge City, Kansas.

The time flies by and then around three a.m. his smartwatch lights up like crazy.

“Oh fuck,” he moans, “I have a fucking Zoom meeting with Japan in 20 minutes. I hate technology.”

As we walk to the door, I can see the need in his eyes. He doesn’t want to leave and he’s struggling.

“Fuck it, this is why I travel with my CFO.” He quickly types in a few messages on his smartwatch.

“I guess someone else is taking the ZOOM meeting?”

“Privilege of ownership,” he says.

He takes my head in both his hands and looks at me. His eyes changing again but this time they went from ice blue to liquid silver.

“Wendy, tell me now if you want me to stop because once I start a pack of wolves couldn’t pull me away from you.”

“I’m not asking you to stop, Lance.”

He pulls me closer. My body is responding to him as he carries me to the bedroom. He starts taking off his jeans.

“Let me do it for you,” I say.

Slowly I unzip his jeans while he stands there. My hands reached up to slide his jeans and underwear off at the same time. My fingers gliding down his firm butt.

“Lay down sexy,” I purr into his ear.

I position myself over his cock with my tongue licking around the hood and under the rim. Sucking, feeling him growing thicker in my mouth then my tongue is gliding down the shaft. The cock veins are expanding fully of blood.

With each breath I take I’m exploring him deeper. My hand cups his heavy balls and his cock quickly becoming drenched from my actions.

The smell of his shaft is a mixture of warm honey with the essence of sunflower, it’s Intoxicating. He tasted so good, so wild. I want to feel his whole length down my throat.

I look up at him with his cock in my mouth and see he is watching me.

His eyes are molten silver, his breathing is ragged, his knuckles gripping the sheets hard. I smile at him with my eyes flashing brightly.

My diamond nipple piercing is tantalizing him. He moans and without warning, I swallow which has me take him to the base of his manhood.

My head was bobbing up and down, my mouth drenching his penis completely. I can taste his precum on my tongue and it tastes sweet.

He’s close but he stops me. Like a wild animal unleashed, he rolls so he is on top of me looking down, smiling.
“Mine now,” he says.

He cups my vagina in his hand, playing with the soft hair around the opening. He's watching me as he slowly traces two fingers along the inside of me, before gently pushing, deep, then deeper.

I moan, “Yes.”

My slickness fills him with a scorching desire. I'm ready for him as he wants to please me first, but the beast inside of him is screaming for release. He growls into my ear with frustration. Then with one fluid motion, his cock is buried to the balls inside me.

His kiss burns me, he is everywhere. He's capturing my soul, claiming me as his. He knows it and I know it, too. His hands are on my breast and feel both tender and possessive.

He's fucking me harder and harder. He pulls out then he's driving his shaft deep into my wet, contracting pussy.
“Cum with me baby,” he said urgently.

My organism is building deep inside the crevices of my womanhood. The pressure is needing to release, I am close.

Our bodies join together with his seed filling me to overflowing. My inner muscles contract hard around him as I cum right after him soaking us both.

Breathing raggedly, hesitantly, he slowly pulls his dripping cock out of me and rolls towards me. Holding me tight in his arms, his face becomes very serious. His whole demeanor changes and he is trembling, his beautiful blue eyes darken as they fill with tears.

“Lance, what’s wrong? You’re scaring me.”

He kisses me gently and then takes a deep breath.

“My darling, I love you, but I haven’t been totally honest with you. I should have told you before I let things get out of hand, before we mated, before I claimed you as mine, but I was a coward. I couldn’t let you go, I was selfish. I’m so ashamed.”

“I’m confused, Lance. What do you mean?”
He sounds broken as he says, “Wendy, please listen to me, you have to know the truth. I smelled your scent before I even saw you. My whole life I have been searching for you, waiting. Then when you drove up on your Harley, I nearly ran out the front door of the resort. But I didn’t want to frighten you.”

“Now we’ve mated and my kind only mate to one person, and it’s for life. I claimed you for the rest of our lives.”

I'm shaking, trying to comprehend what is being said to me.

“Mate for life? Claimed me? I’m sorry baby, I don’t understand,” I softly whisper.

With a huge sigh, he gets off the bed and stands before me. He stands still, completely naked. With a deep breath, he closes his eyes, and he begins to transform. The air around him shimmers, his body morphing into a huge gray wolf with eyes a vivid shade of blue.

It’s more than I can handle, blackness overtakes me and I pass out. The next thing I remember, Lance is holding my inhaler to my mouth.

“Love, please wake up, please.” He is in tears, sobbing.

I take his face in my hands, kissing his tears away, pulling him into my arms and holding him tightly against my breasts. His eyes search mine.  

He's Looking for my answer.

I kiss him. I kiss him until I feel his body relax.

Then he says, “Thank you, for accepting me, my darling, my love.”

His eyes glow ice blue as he makes love to me again.