Surviving James

Brian In Hollowsprings, CA, rain was the only constant in one's life. The population was under one hundred thousand, quite small for a California town. It was a quiet town. I’d lived there all my life. I was a writer, and the scenery was adept for my visual imagination. I wrote love stories. Stories in which the protagonist was a regular-shmegular human, before women died out and the secondary species was created. I wrote stories about men and women, their lives, their drama, their love. Writing is the only thing i’m good at.      My dog, Tracie barked at me, as if she was trying to remind me of something. I snapped my fingers. Right! I needed to go into town for supplies. We were running low on food and laundry detergent. “Alright, alright. Stop barking.” I told the aggressive dog. “No need to be so mean,” I patted her head.      Grabbing my coat off the rack by my front door, I left the house, got in my car, and drove into town towards the supermarket. By the time I got to the supermarket, not even ten minutes later, it was already starting to drizzle. I’d have to hurry. I quickly ran inside and got a shopping cart. I grabbed some necessary items like laundry detergent and toilet paper, paper towels and what not. I headed for the meat section. It was when I was selecting which beef to buy that I smelled him. He smelled like pine and sunshine. Like the forest by the lake. He smelled like heaven. I rounded the corner, trying to see who I was smelling.      The man was tall, and well over six feet. He was blonde, it was a shaggy blonde. The kind of color you’d expect for a dogs coat. His eyes looked brown. Like dark wood from the tallest tree. He was beautiful. Why was I so drawn to this man? Its not like anything would even happen. I was average at best, sure I had a good build and chocolate skin. But I wasn’t anything special. The only thing remarkable about me is that my eyes are yellow. The specimen who’s way out of my league and probably a god sniffed the air in front of him for a few seconds before his eyes zoomed in on me. His dark eyes widened ever so slightly. I could see the front of his pants tinting. He sniffed the air again and me being me, I squeaked and ran. Zooming back to my cart, (with my own shaft rising for the occasion.. Embarrassing!!) finished shopping and sped to the line forming around the cash register. Hiding under my blanket sounds amazing right now.  After checking out I practically ran to my car, throwing the groceries into the trunk. I ran to the drivers side. As I was about to unlock the door a hand practically flew in and slammed into the window. Caging me in, the blonde from earlier who smell like sunshine and heaven caged me in, surrounding me with his bulk and smell. I looked into his eyes, the brown making my legs jelly. He was even more breathtaking up close. He smelled like bear and that made my fox yip and wag its fluffy tail. I would be doing the same if I was partially shifted. He breathed me in. Inhaling me as if I was water and he, a plant. “Mate.” Was all he said as he continued to sniff me. I was trembling, but not from fear. No. No no no. He knew it too. And by that wicked grin, I feared he would act on it. He kissed me. It was simple, and short. But it was as if the world had righted and my heart and soul had been captured. This is where I was meant to be, I realized. In his arms. With his lips on mine he had done what no man had ever and will do again. He had stolen me. Truly and completely. I was his. And I hated him for it.      The events after the kiss were blurry at best. I don’t even remember driving home. I think tracie saved me.. The bear shifter… he was something else entirely.  *** There was a knock at my door. A booming sound, really. Like a hammer, on wood. I groggily sat up from my bed and looked at the clock; seven fifty-three. Who the hell was knocking at my door this freaking early? I slowly slid out of my bed, the floor creaking under me. I grabbed my silk robe on my way to the door. Draping it over my skin, I shuffled to the door, sliding along the slick wood. I cracked open my door, the sunlight blinding me. “..what..?” I asked the sunlight, my voice cracking slightly. “Good morning!” an insanely chipper voice said next to my ear. “My brother and I just moved in down the way! I’m delilah.” You're probably wondering about the female in front of me..  After women died off and the secondary species was created women were born to few and were coveted and precious. I suppose I should also explain the Secondary species. After women died off scientists started experimenting on mankind. They created shifters. A mix between man, and animals. It was discovered that the submissive shifters were able to take the knot of their “mate” and produce their offsprings. .  I was born of such union. Luckily from these unions we got female shifters. But unlike human females it was unknown if a female shifter could in fact reproduce the way human females did. If they were submissive it was no problem. But if they were dominant it was very hard for them to get pregnant. But like the dominant male shifter, these female doms could reproduce with a submissive female or male carrying the child. The sad part is that all shifters are basically barren until they find their mate.    Delilah was five-two and had bright red hair. She was so damn chirpy. Did she know it's best not to wake up until nine? “I’m...Brian,” I told her between yawns. She blinked owlishly at me for a few moments before speaking with her chipper, screeching voice. “Yes, well, I just came over here to say hello and give you this,” she handed me a casserole or lasagna or something. “Cool, thanks.” I smiled and slammed the door, locking it. Back to bed I go! Or rather, I tried to. The banging started up a minute or two after I locked the door. I scowled. “I’m gonna kill her,” I muttered. I slammed open the door. “Look lady, I don’t know you and I spent the night writing, trying to meet my deadline and I’m freaking tired. So if it’s alright with you, I’m gonna go and get some freaking Zs.” I practically hissed at her. she narrowed her eyes before smiling. “Very well.” She said and left. A shiver ran down my spine. I closed the door, locking the locks again. Wondering, if I’d just dodged a bullet.  *** The thing about mates is that you can track them with their smell. I’d forgotten about this, because really there's no need to remember such bull. And I was kidding myself, if I thought I would never see my mate again. Two days after the market experience another person knocked at my door. However unlike the cretin before, I knew who it was. As soon as I smelled that pine and sunshine, I was gone. My skin became flush and mind became mush. My heart beat erratically as I opened my door to find the bear from the parking lot. My mate.  “Hello again,” he had said, smiling widely. My stomach did somersaults and my friend, down there had risen for his mate, excited by the rich shimmer of his voice. The deep tones resonating the part of myself I didn’t truly understand. The part that cared, the part that loved, and the part that yearned for the man in front of me. The man who completed me. The man I was destined for. The man who would someday impregnate me.  “Can I help you?” I managed to squeak out between the war going on between  my mind and eyes. It was a struggle, and by his amused look I think he could tell. He was wearing a skin tight long sleeve dark shirt with a red jacket and jeans. Mmm. Oof, he was certainly eye candy. He had abs for days and muscle so tight and firm it made my mouth water. I wanted to lick him. I wanted to lick every part of him. From his pecks to his elbows. He was perfection. He cleared his throat and I looked up, blushing red.  So red that even my ear and neck were embarrassed for me. Hey, he was my mate. It’s not like I could help it. My attraction to him was inevitable and oh-so welcome. Mm. Mm. Mm. “Sorry, I have introduced myself. I’m James. James Hawthorne.” He extended his hand to me. It was rough and calloused, but all the same I wanted it. I couldn’t even think, straight or otherwise. In a flash, I had grabbed his hand and brought it to my face. I rubbed it against my jaw, my lips, biting down on one of his knuckles, I looked up to find him panting, his eyes blown. Licking my lips, I pulled him inside my cute cottage and pushed him again the closing door. I kissed him. I kissed him with so much vigor, that if I hadn’t been there, had maybe seen it on a video I would have thought I was drunk. He slipped his tongue in my mouth and I greedily opened it wanting him more and more every second that passed by. His shaft pressed in to me, hard and long. My fox purred at the thought that he did this to the bear. I rubbed my hands over the outline of his c**k. Through his jeans I could feel the precum he was leaking. I wanted more. I need it. I quickly unzipped his pants before dropping to my knees and pulling his d**k out. My heart nearly stopped when I looked at it. With a groan I grabbed it and started moving my hand. Up, down, twist, twist. Repeat. After a few minutes of this I hesitantly licked his shaft. It was no use. As soon as I tasted that salty liquid I was gone I quickly enveloped the mushroom like tip of his d**k into my mouth, sucking it lightly before dragging my teeth ever so slightly over the top. I lapped at his precum, my hands rotating between rubbing his shaft and massaging his balls. Finally, finally he came and I sucked at it, lapping up his yumminess until there was nothing left.  I quietly put his little James back in his pants before zipping up his pants. James dragged me up until I was in front of him again. He smiled at me. “I’m Brian.” I told him breathlessly. He chuckled slightly and I saw the stars and the moon. He was amazing. One of the greatest things I’d ever heard. I reveled in the sound.      He kissed me again, not even bothered by the taste of him on my tongue. And I loved every moment of it. NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE FROM JAMES' POV  :)