Soul Mates Kiss

by Sandra Ross

  He stopped.

  There was an audible sound of protest that came from her lips before she called his name in a plea. "Marcus!"

  "How do you feel?" he asked, worried even as he saw she wanted him to continue.

  She gave him a quick but deep kiss before answering. "Complete."

  He could not help the grin that stretched his lips. But then, he started to move.

  But it was not enough. When he began to move, there was no describing the feeling of pleasure—beyond pleasure… beyond bliss. He moved faster… cupping her ass with one hand as she rocked against him, accepting his every push and grind, calling out his name over and over. Their fury continued to build until at last, a storm of pleasure overtook them both and pushed them to the edge.

  And then something happened.

  They were surrounded by a blue light that flashed brightly, like lightning—except that it stayed, forming an aura around them both. Something else was happening to them as well. As they continued to peak in their orgasm, it was much like going back in time.

  They were reliving all of their past lives together.

  And the reason why they had felt so familiar with each other was revealed.

  * * *

  IT WAS because together, Marcus and Lola had lived many lifetimes, managing to find each other even in dire situations.

  They saw in those rapid-fire visions lifetimes of unmatched happiness with each other, as well as enough tears to fill an ocean when they lost one another to death and pestilence. Their cries of pleasure mingled together with cries of shock. Their love, that one gift that tied them to each other, transcended even time.

  So now they knew why they felt that they belonged together.

  When those moments of revelation passed, Marcus and Lola laid together trembling, holding on to each other and feeling overwhelmed with the deluge of emotions. They could not stop touching each other, looking at each other’s faces, crying and declaring love once again, and making sure each was really there, and alive, and was founded.

  They had not been together for decades—literally. It took that long a time before they could be born again. To find each other again.

  Soul mates.

  And it all started with that one kiss. They both knew it now. Once it started, there was no going back. It was what would always start the magical process of re-connection.

  Lola finally looked at Marcus in the moonlight that was shining into the bedroom. Both their eyes had become swollen because of their tears. But no faces could be happier on earth. No eyes could exude more bliss.

  “So will you come back to New York with me? Meet with The Council? I have a feeling they can answer all your questions about your life in this lifetime, or about your family,” Lola stated. For some reason, they remembered everything about their lifetimes together, but he still could not remember his past in this life.

  “Yes, my love. Of course, I’ll go with you. I… I want to know more about what I’m supposed to be doing in this lifetime. And…” he sighed, “I don’t want to ever let you out of my sight again!”

  Lola smiled at him and shivered as a bit of chill in the room hit her. Without even thinking about it, Marcus raised his hand in the direction of the fireplace in that room.

  Instantly, it caught flame and started burning cozily.

  He had such an astounded look on his face that Lola could not help but laugh.

  "I can always start a fire, but not like that. Not like that again, not in this lifetime."

  "You've regained your full powers now that were back together," she stated the obvious.

  He was looking at his hand. "It will take a lot of getting used to. It's been a long time."

  Then he gathered her in his arms. “Did it hurt?” he whispered. He did not remember yet when he realized he was a virgin, but although he paused there was no question then that he was going to marry her. He did not even think of stopping. They had not remembered yet, but he knew already that this woman was his.

  Now that they were remembering, he knew he's always possessed the gift of her virginity. This was has always been his, every time they met in their past lifetimes.

  She shook her head. “The pleasure was too much. I couldn’t even call that painful.”

  Marcus sighed deeply. “It won’t hurt as much tomorrow.”

  “Really? You’re going to wait ‘til then?” she asked naughtily.

  “Oh you’re still as lustful as ever, Lola!” he said.

  Lola nuzzled his neck. “Only for you, my love,” she whispered, before she raised her chin for his kiss.

  * * *

  ONE WEEK later…

  “So Marcus, this is why we had Lola come to find you and bring you here before us. Not only do you need to know things about this lifetime, but you and Lola are Soulmates. The only way that you would ever have regained your powers was if she found you and the two of you remembered your past lives. Yours is a love that is meant to be forever. Not everyone is special enough to have the gift of reclaiming their soul mates each lifetime. Take this gift and appreciate it. When you’re ready, Marcus, come to us with your questions. We have all of the answers you seek.”

  Those words were echoing in Marcus’ head as he and Lola left the audience with The Council, their arms around each other. It had been a long week, what with them already making wedding plans so it would seem more normal for everyone else.

  Sable was waiting for them outside with a huge smile on her face.

  “You knew this all along, didn’t you, Mother?” Lola asked.

  “I suspected, but of course, I didn't say anything, darling! I wasn’t going to give away such a huge secret!”

  “Not to mention that you were forbidden to tell me,” Lola said dryly.

  Sable shrugged her shoulders. “What does it matter? The two of you are back together and I think it’s wonderful! Now, let’s go get your father for that dinner with the wedding organizers. I’m sure he’s going to be simply thrilled!”

  Lola and Marcus exchanged a look and then they all laughed as they walked underneath a streetlight that burned much brighter just for that moment...

  ~ ~ ~ ~

  Read the next book by Sandra Ross:

  If you like this book, you will also like Soul Mates Bind : Witching Call Part 2...

  From the Publisher that brought you popular short story series Witching Call, Hostile Hearts, Earthbound Angels, The January Morrison Files Psychic Series, Ralph's Gift, Children of Time, Chains of Darkness, Tropical Storms and Friend Zone...

  A king and queen?! In this day and age?!

  SOUL MATES DON'T CHEAT ON THEIR ROYAL DUTIES

  Lola and Marcus are hand-fasted to bind them to each other in this lifetime. They go off to their honeymoon blissfully unaware of the Council's plan for them or of the evil that stalks them.

  Marcus is sensing the coming evil but he is not sure until the Council bangs on their door and tells them about it. As well as another infinitely important detail.

  Only soul mates can be powerful enough to rule, and they want them to rule the magical beings as King and Queen...

  Or there might not be magical beings to rule.

  Unravel more of this fascinating book, continue reading Soul Mates Bind : Witching Call Part 2...

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  Hostile Hearts 1: The Mating

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  Chapter One

  He opened his eyes carefully because there was something bright that hurt them, something he was unaccustomed to seeing. It took a few seconds for the blurriness to leave him and to allow his vision to clear. Even then, things didn’t make a lot of sense. Where was he? What was this thing he was lying upon? Why was there only silence interspersed with loud displeasing noises? There should be the soothing and uplifting sounds of the most beautiful music ever made. What happened? His mind was still very hazy on that score.

  “Are you awake, my son?”

  A soft yet strong voice emanated from across the room. Lifting his head just enough to see who spoke to him, he could just make out the shape of a man sitting in the chair by the small table placed under a large window.

  “Where am I?” the man asked. “Who are you?”

  “Everything will become clear to you very shortly,” the man chuckled. There seemed to be somewhat of a sad quality to the sound.

  Laying his head back down, the man blinked several times and then realized that a rather odd light coming from the table beside the bed was causing the discomfort to his eyes. Yes, he had figured out that he was on a bed. That light must be a lamp, he decided. But he still didn’t understand what was going on with all of those sporadic noises he kept hearing.

  Forcing himself to relax and try to think back to what had happened, the man started to slowly regain his memory, but he still wasn’t so sure as to why he was here in this rather uncomfortable and very unattractive place. Finally, he felt well enough to sit up, propping some nearly flat pillows behind him to give him a bit more balance.

  Looking at the man sitting in the chair, he was starting to have a gradual realization as to this man’s identity and, at the same time, a feeling of dread grew within him. Something else was also wrong. This wasn’t his body. Even though he had not looked in a mirror, he could look down at himself and see that there was nothing familiar about this corporeal form in which he was currently encased. Suddenly, sitting upright, he frantically put his hands behind him trying to touch his upper back. There was nothing there. Crying out, he tried to stand up quickly and failed due to a sensation of severe imbalance and only managed to fall back down onto the bed.

  Something else wasn’t right, either. He had a sudden pain in his stomach that he couldn’t identify as well as some weird rumbling noise that went along with the pain. Pressing his hand to his abdomen, he looked again to the man sitting across the room. Why hadn’t he said anything else?

  “Who are you? What’s happened to me?” he finally addressed the man once more.

  “Who I am isn’t as important as who you are now,” the man replied in that soft, almost melodious voice. “First of all, I’ll answer the questions that are of primary importance to you. As we go along, you may ask more questions that may come to you.”

  The man sitting on the bed nodded in agreement although he still had his hand across his stomach. With an expectant look on his face, he waited.

  “You will need to know your name,” the man said. “From this moment on, you shall be called Erick Angell.”

  “Erick Angell.” The man now known as Erick repeated. “But that doesn’t feel right.”

  “That’s because for an infinite amount of time, you carried another name. But that name is in the past now and you will be known by this new name.”

  “Alright,” Erick replied rather slowly. “Who am I? Where did I come from?”

  “We will get to the part of your origin in a moment. For now, you must keep in mind that you are Erick Angell. You have been provided with all of the appropriate documents that you will need for identification. Before I depart, you will also be possession with a set of memories that will help you to get by until you have learned it all. Do you understand so far?”

  “I think so,” Erick said. “I’m just not clear on where I came from and why I am in this room. Can you tell me?”

  “Of course, I can, Son,” the man replied. “The part of you that you feel is missing from your body is something that you’ve literally had forever. You are missing your wings.”

  Chapter Two

  “Excuse me?” Erick choked out. “My what?”

  “Your wings,” the man replied patiently. “That is why you had such trouble with your balance when you tried to stand.”

  “Why did I have wings?” Erick fairly shouted.

  “They generally go along with being an angel,” the man replied. “Except in special cases where it becomes necessary to clip those wings. In fact, that’s what has happened to you, Erick.”

  “Wait a minute,” Erick said as he put his hand to his head and massaged his temples. “So far you’ve told me that my name is now Erick Angell and that I used to have wings because I was an angel.”

  “That’s correct.”

  “This makes no sense! There are no such things as angels! Now tell me immediately who I really am!”

  The man in the chair sighed deeply and looked down at his folded hands. Then he looked back at Erick.

  “There are such things as angels and you used to be one. Do you not remember any of this?”

  Erick was about to reply in the negative but, suddenly, a pain ripped through his head and there, an intensely clear vision took place. He was arguing with someone and being quite arrogant. The place where he stood was bright, almost blindingly so. There was the most amazing music coming from somewhere; voices that could not be more perfect in their harmony and beauty. As he looked around in the vision, he could see other beings standing at a safe distance from the disagreement in which he seemed to be embroiled. They were all indescribably beautiful and wearing pristine, pure white robes of some sort. On their backs were folded wings.

  Even though this was impossible to take in, Erick knew that what he was seeing was true. He was an angel, or had been one. At this point, he assumed that the argument had something to do with why he was now in this ugly room in a different body with no wings.

  “Ah, I see that you are starting to remember,” said the man in the chair. “Do you also remember why you are here now?”

  “Not exactly,” Erick replied haltingly. “Something about an argument?”

  “Yes,” the man said in sad voice. “It was an argument; one that had been going on for a long time. I finally grew tired and weary of having the same argument with you all the time. So I made the very difficult decision to let you learn the answers for yourself.”

  As Erick let this new information sink in, something else suddenly occurred to him. It was something about humans. Humans? Oh no, he thought. No. Realization hit and he began making an anguished howl. This went on for a few minutes until he was hoarse from the efforts. Still, he continued to try to cry out in horror, but could no longer make any sound.

  Chapter Three

  “I see that you have realized what took place,” the man said. “In case you have any doubts about your current situation, Erick, let me assure you that you are now, indeed, a human male. You see, that was the argument that we had until I grew weary of it. Your massive ego left you no room for any compassion for those beings less fortunate than you. Constantly, you challenged me when I was busy listening to one of the millions of prayers sent up to me daily. Always asking me why I bothered with these ‘pesky, inferior humans.’ There was never a caring or loving thought for what any of them may have been experiencing. Sadly, Erick, you turned out to be such a disappointment to me. It is always so painful to me when one of
my highest creations gives into the very real human flaw of ego.”

  “Father,” Erick said in a desperate tone. “I’m begging you; please don’t do this to me. I see now just how serious you are and I ask for your forgiveness. Please, let’s just go back home to Heaven and put this all behind us. I completely understand why you are displeased with me. My behavior was reprehensible and it will never happen again. Now, please allow me to have my wings back and return to Heaven with you.”

  “I am truly sorry, Erick,” the man said regretfully. “That’s simply not possible.”

  “What do you mean it’s not possible?” Erick bellowed. “You are GOD! With you, anything is possible! At least that’s what you always taught us. You can do anything. So why is it not possible to simply return to Heaven and put this behind us?”

  “Do not continue to argue with me, my son. This is not something you are going to win. Your attitude has been abysmal. What you just said about all things being possible with Me is something that humans say to themselves every day to keep going. They don’t have all of the advantages that you had as an angel. All they have is their strength and their faith. Yet many of these humans are more worthy of angelic status than you will ever be. This breaks my heart, my son. But there are lessons that you must learn and this is the only way for you to learn them. Everything you need to become a part of the human society is in those two bags over there. You will find all the proof you need for your identity, some changes of clothes, shoes, and plenty of money to open a bank account. This money can be used to buy a new home as well as start a business or whatever you choose to do. So you see, I haven’t totally abandoned you. Few humans have all of this handed to them at the beginning of their new lives.”