Page 2 of Stalking His Mate

Fates, even in the dated uniform she’s a lovely thing. Her features have smoothed out, no longer mottled red from her angry blush. She has a long neck, high cheekbones, and plump pink lips. Her eyes are wide set and a light hazel that is mostly brown and gold. I want to get closer to her so I can see what other colors might be hidden in their depths. She’s slender, with wide hips. A “mom bod”. I want to peel her out of her dress so I can see every inch of her.

It’s a little early for the lunch rush, so there are only a few tables that are filled and all of them have already been served. Watching her over the top of my menu, my eyes follow her as she stops to grab a pitcher of ice water before heading for my table.

“Hi. I’m Amy and I’ll be your server today,” she says, reaching across me to top off the water glass I’ve barely touched. “Today’s lunch special is the BLT with your choice of side. Can I get something else started for you to drink?”

When I look up from the menu and our eyes meet, it’s like being hit by lightning. Electricity arcs between us kicking my heart into a heavy cadence until it’s pounding against my ribs and my cock grows suddenly, achingly hard. With her this close, I can smell a hint of lemon coming off her, along with her own earthy vanilla scent.

My lip’s part, just slightly, and I breathe more of her in. Scenting her more deeply than I can with just my nose, and it takes everything I have not to launch myself at her. The menu falls from my fingers, and I curl them around the edge of the table to keep myself from sliding out of the booth. My cat wants to lay her across the table so I can press my face between her legs where the scent of her arousal is blooming for me.

“Water’s fine,” I manage to say, my throat suddenly gone dry.

She must like the sound of my voice because I’m hit with even more of her sweet arousal, and it takes all my strength not to groan.

Her cheeks have turned a rosy pink as she leans her hip against the booth and reaches into her apron for her pen and order booklet, jostling the water pitcher so she can hold both.

“Do you need a few more minutes or are you ready to order? I can come back—” her voice comes out soft and breathy and my cock jerks hard under the table.

“No. I’m ready,” I say quickly, not at all ready to let her go yet. “I’ll have a bacon burger. With extra fries and lots of fry sauce.”

She starts to write down my order before looking down and realizing that she’s holding her pen upside down. A noise escapes her that sounds suspiciously like a moan, and she twirls the pen around so she can rewrite the order. More color is creeping up her neck, turning her soft blush into a darker, more embarrassed, color.

“I’ll get this started right away,” she says as she spins on her heel, so fast that she looses her balance for a second and almost lands on her ass. The movement brings more of her delicious scent and I almost nut right then. Fuck, she smells amazing. Like fresh baked meringue, home, and mine.

“Wait,” I call out to her before she can get away. “There is one more thing.”

Her back goes straight, and she slowly turns around to face me. “Of course, what else would you like?”

“A date.” I lick my lips and lean towards her across the table. “I’d really love to take you out on a date.”

She turns still as stone at my request, shutting down right in front of me. Her eyes narrow and her lips press into a thin line as she drops her note pad into her pocket. “That’s not on the menu,” she snaps, then spins around to stomp back to the kitchen.

It takes me a moment to realize she turned me down. Followed quickly by the sting of her rejection. When our eyes met, I could have sworn there was a flash of recognition in them. Doesn’t she feel it too? Or maybe it’s only my wishful thinking because, especially now, I know for fact that she’s mine. My mate. Both my cock and my teeth ache to sink inside her. My cat is howling for me to fuck and mark and claim.

She’s not a shifter, you idiot! It’s been a long time since I’ve been around humans. When I used to frequent the bars all I had to do was suggest a night of sex and women would gladly throw themselves at me. Maybe asking her on a date out of the blue wasn’t the best way to go about it? It’s been a long time since I’ve fucked a human, and I’ve never actually dated one. Are things so much different from shifters?

With a low groan, I adjust my cock and then wait for her to come back. The whole time I wait, I think of how I’m going to ask to see her again. Drinking the tepid water without tasting it, I watch her flutter through the dining room to serve the other customers as they fill up the tables. Getting the feeling that she might be purposely avoiding me.

Finally, she comes by my table with her water pitcher again. When she reaches stiffly across me to fill my glass, I try again.

“My apologies if I offended you,” I say as I reach out to take her outstretched arm. When her narrowed eyes cut to mine, I rethink touching her. “If asking for a date was too forward, can I get your number instead? Then we can get to… know….each…other?”

I watch as she turns on her heel and storms away a second time, without so much as a word this time.

Several minutes pass and I realize that she’s definitely avoiding me now. This is confirmed when the other waitress, the one I heard her talking to, brings my order.

“Excuse me, could I ask a favor—?” I say before she can hurry away after dropping my food in front of me.

“Stop right there,” she cuts me off, even though there is humor in her eyes. “You’re wasting your time, buddy.”

My heart falls.

“I don’t suppose you could?—”

“Nope. If you want to try to get to know Amy, you’re on your own,” she says briskly. “But I’ll give you some advice. She’s been through a lot, and the last thing she needs is some one-night stand playboy rolling through town. Go find someone else to pester.”

She walks away without giving me a chance to respond, leaving me to think about what she said.

I eat automatically without taking my eyes off my female as she moves around the dining room. Twice I catch her glance over at me under her thick lashes, only to spin around and give me her back when she catches me watching her back.

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