Black Panther Passion or Death

They had just made love.  Julia thought about how they had moved together with such exquisite grace and fire.  Now she lay stroking Jolt's silky hair that splayed like a black mustache across her breast.  She loved the way that the candlelight flickered highlights across her white skin and Jolt's much darker muscular coloring.  A roaring jolt of thunder coupled with an explosion of light startled her lover. He jumped fluidly from the bed and seemed to crouch slightly as he padded quietly into the living room, as though he expected to find someone there.

He felt the changes, subtle at first, in his body.  The thickening and lengthening of his muscles, the feeling of jumping through the air.  And then there was the padding on his hands and feet, as though cushions had appeared.  Jolt fought against it viciously.  He couldn't transform now.  Not before he'd had the chance to tell her.  He should have told Julia sooner.  Now it was too late and he was in danger of gashing the succulent flesh that he had just savored.   His neck began to throb and he dropped to the floor.  It was starting. He had to get away before he attacked her.

That was his last thought before he blacked out.

Bad Blood Between Lovers

Cairn wanted to meet me at my apartment.  I hardly knew how to calm myself as I waited.  I rearranged the bouquet of Black Magic Orchids that he had sent before his flight.  A wind that carried the salty smell of the East River invaded my apartment and taunted the candle flames that flickered on my oval glass coffee table and on various red oak antiques.

My hair was newly trimmed and highlighted.  I hadn't eaten all week so I'd lost three pounds.  I wore the jeans with the black lace panels that I'd worn when we met.  Was it overkill? Would it look like I was trying too hard?  I rethought every detail as I paced and waited.  I'd waited 18 months to see him again, to feel his mouth's caress.

I'd sat through blind dates, boring dates, dates that seemed like eternities though we'd only had one drink.  And all the time, I remembered how I'd felt with him, longing to feel that way again.  Now he was almost here.

My iphone sent up a cellular jangle that startled me.  It was Morgana.

"He called, I'm going to see him."
"Don't. Wait.  Wait until tomorrow.  We need to speak."
"I can't.  I can't help myself.  I'm sorry." She was crying.
"You have the strength to resist him.  It's in you." I blurted but I didn't really believe it.  I knew what StormRider was and what woman could resist a Vampire who was filled with passion for her taste - her blood?
"Are you really vying to be his blood slave?  Is that what you want for yourself?"
"I want him, that's my only reality." Her voice was darker, husky.
"Puhleeze, it's just sex, admit it and get over it." I tried lamely to infuse some humor.
"It's more than I can control.  Forgive me.  You know what to do if something goes wrong."
"Wait," I pleaded, "this is suicide."

Morgana dropped the phone.  I heard a door open, a scuffle, a moan, and then a scream so haunting that I am sure it will follow me to my death.

Black Cashmere and Vampire Love Marks

Morgana was subdued and unusually covered up when she stumbled into my apartment.  Okay she had spectacular breasts, even women noticed.  But tonight they were covered by a supple cashmere turtleneck.  Her face was flushed and she distractedly pulled at her throat as she spoke.

"We were intimate, you know.  I have this insane attraction to him.  I can't get enough of him, I always want more."

"Calm down," I handed her a wine glass filled with bordeaux and hawthorn berries that I added to slow her heart rate.

"I'm always in control.  I'm a tax attorney for God's sake.  And that wasn't an easy transition from actress believe me.  But I controlled my emotions.  I learned to be in control." She said on the verge of hysteria.

"Stay with me.  Tell me your story.  We have all night."  I lifted the wine glass to remind her that she should self-medicate.

Morgana pushed black bangs out of her haunted dark eyes and continued.

"He has this way of kissing my throat that makes me just wild.  I mean it's not the most celebrated erogenous zone, but what he does to it..."

"Good," I said, "let's sit down."

"He was kissing my neck and his light beard stung a bit, but I liked it.  I figured that I could cover the burn with some foundation.  I kept teasing StormRider to go further.  Then I felt something sharp, like a claw.  But he quickly reverted to his lips and tongue right before I felt it sink into my throat, like a needle."

"What did he do to you?" I sat up and moved to look at her throat.

"Don't, it's not pretty."


"I'll kill him for this."

"You won't be able to find him," Morgana sighed.  "I haven't been able to reach him all day.

Jeffrey Dean Morgan look alike found me again after that summer night... but he wasn't human-

The url that Lila had told me about  - the one that connects supernaturals with humans, appeared in my in box after I had visited my mom in the nursing home.  She hadn't been well, was basically comatose, and so was I - with misery.  I clicked distractedly on some messages before a website just took over my screen.  As with Lila's experience, there had been no url. The music wrapped around me like a passionate dance partner and transported me to another dimension.  A serenade of icy fingers trailed along my spine and I caught my breath.  I knew the face that filled my Mac's screen.  I had loved that face, briefly but well. What was he doing here and now, dominating my computer?

He looked like a European Jeffrey Dean Morgan.  I think that Jeffrey Dean Morgan is ...well hot doesn't cover it, but let's say that I want to rub my face all over his and to dive into the ocean of his eyes.

I met him in the Hamptons the previous summer.  I had just been divorced and wasn't content but had acclimated to singledom and I wasn't interested in meeting anyone.  Though I did give a nod to my single status and had worn my form fitting dark blue jeans that had black lace sequined panels that rode from my ankles to mid-thigh.

" I love your pants."  I heard a deep lilting voice call.

I assumed that he was speaking to my petite blonde friend.  But her jeans were well, just jeans.  I didn't give much thought to the compliment that flew through the soft summer air but unlocked my Toyota and continued towards the parking lot.  Only after he called after me again, more softly this time, did I acknowledge him.

"Thank you," I tossed behind me and turned briefly to look at him before I stepped into my car and drove off.  My friend had convinced me to hear music at a local hot spot.  Once inside I calmed down and began to feel the music in my body.  I was swaying, swiveling, and sipping when I felt a man standing close by.  I thought that it had been pants guy but I figured if he didn't have the chutzpah to approach me, I wasn't interested.  My friend whispered that it was indeed pants guy which I acknowledged before moving more deeply onto the crowded dance floor.

About an hour later, I was leaning against him listening to his sexy voice rumbling in my ear.  I pretended to hear everything that he said, but basically I could only focus on the length of his body and his sexy accent.  I looked up at him briefly when his lips met mine and I think that I left my body momentarily.

A few hours later we lay beneath the misty milky way listening to the waves multiplying.  We hadn't stopped kissing each other.  HIs too sexy dark stubble had already eroded the skin on my chin but I was happy about that.  I wanted him to brand me.

I felt centered and powerful in a way that I'd never experienced.  It seemed as though our mouths moved as one and I thought somewhat insanely that I loved him.  And I felt that way again when I looked into his penetrating hazel eyes that filled my moniter. After spending the weekend together we hadn't exchanged information.  It was just inevitable that we would come together again, though I wasn't sure how.  Now Cairn had found me, as I knew he would.  And I was ready for him this time.  More than ready....

Panther Shape Shifter who Heals Cats

I'd give up my loyal vet in a nanosecond to meet a shape shifting healer like Jolt.  I know, I know that I told Julia not to trust him.  But after she told me about her silky brown striped cat, who was spontaneously healed, I began to soften my opinion.  No, I'm not fickle.  I do have a very tender spot for animals.

Jolt walked into Julia's upper west side apartment with long confident strides and kissed her in the delicate area behind her ears before caressing her mouth with his sensual lips.  He held her 6 year old cat with great tenderness and gently sniffed his breath.  Julia loved the way that Jolt handled him with precision and tenderness.  She thought that she felt a deep bond between the man and her baby, but decided not to comment.  It made her love Jolt more.

Her cat, Stripes, had not been eating and had lost some weight.  The vet had given her a negative diagnosis after performing an abdominal ultrasound.  But she'd decided not to focus on the negative.  Something told her that Jolt would be able to help her.

"You will not understand what I am about to do, but don't be frightened." Jolt said, before opening the skin on his wrist with his nails.

Stripes licked at the open wound as though it were his mother's milk.

"His face relaxed for the first time in weeks and he went to roll on the wooden floor, the way he did before he got sick.  I knew that Stripes had been healed.  I couldn't have loved Jolt more at that moment or at any other moment after that."