Page 4 of Stalking His Mate

Instead of heading back up the mountain, I follow Amy through run-down streets to an apartment building that looks like it’s about five years away from being condemned. My stomach knots when she pulls into the small parking lot, and I ride past to park my bike down the street. This neighborhood has a bad reputation and I send up a prayer to the Fates that no one notices my bike before I can come back for it.

Keeping to the shadows, I make it back to her apartment just in time to watch her head down a short flight of steps to her ground floor unit. She’s got her phone to her ear and digging through her purse for her keys, which are grasped in the same hand she’s holding her phone in. She finally gives up looking for them and bends down to dig a spare out of a colorfully painted river-rock filled planter beside her door.

Even being downwind when she pushes the door open, I’m hit with the scent of citrus and lemon. I lift my nose to breathe in as much as I can. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to think of lemons again without getting hard, because from now on I’ll always attribute them to my girl.

Circling the building, I peek into each of the windows. I’m equal parts happy and pissed that they all have curtains or blinds that are tightly closed, ensuring that no one can see inside. At least I can follow her as she makes her way through the apartment with my sensitive hearing.

I moan when I hear the water for a shower start and I hurry around to the side of the building where a narrow, frosted window is set up high and out of reach. It’s cracked just enough to let out a thin stream of sweet scented steam.

The window is much too high for a human, but it would be easy enough for me to leap up and grab the edge of the sill. My fingers curl just thinking of pulling myself up so I could look in on her.

I can’t help but to groan knowing that she’s naked right underneath that window. I imagine her face tilted up to the warm spray of the shower. I take a deep breath and…Oh, sweet Fates. My cock turns to steel as the smell of her arousal mixes with the sweet scent of her body wash. My sensitive hearing picks up the quick sound of her breaths and rhythmic sound of her fingers sliding against her flesh and my mind is quick to add the images to go along with it.

Water is slicking all over her pink skin and coating her hair, turning it to a dark red as her fingers stroke a quick tempo between her legs until she’s gasping and moaning. In my fantasy, it’s my face she’s imagining. My cock she wants sliding against her sensitive flesh, instead of her fingers. It’s my name she’ll call out when she makes herself come.

A low growl rumbles out of my chest.

Before I do something I’ll regret, I force myself away from her building and back to my bike. The whole ride up the mountain I think about chopping wood and engine repair instead of the sounds of her heavy breathing that turned to soft moans with each soft squelch of her fingers between her legs. Anything, so that I don’t turn my bike around and break into her house like a deviant.

I head straight into the mountains where I have a modest house. A cabin really. With a couple bedrooms, with an open concept living and kitchen space and a cellar. Kicking the front door shut, I head straight up a short flight of stairs and into the bathroom attached to my bedroom, shedding my clothes as I go.

Without waiting for the water to warm up, I step under the icy spray and take my rigid cock in hand. Closing my eyes, I let the images of how she would have looked in the shower come. Soap suds trailing across her freckled skin while one hand pinches at her nipples and the other sides between her thighs to play with her clit. I add the memory of the scent of her sweet arousal from earlier and less than a dozen strokes of my hand has me lashing the shower stall with my cum.

The next day I find myself back at the diner.

At the sound of the bell over the door Amy’s head snaps up with a smile, that quickly falls the moment she recognizes me. Her head swivels looking for the other waitress, but it seems she’s busy elsewhere. With a huff, she grabs a menu and leads me briskly to the same back table I sit at almost every day. She all but tosses the menu down on the surface before stomping off to get me a glass of water.

“Are you ready to order?” she snaps, taking out her order pad and tapping the end of her pen against it.

I can’t help grinning up at her, knowing that I’m flustering her.

“Not going to tell me the special today?” I ask.

Her eyes flick up and narrow, “French dip.”

“Is it any good?”

Her eyes roll. “Nothing we serve is any good.”

I push the menu toward her without looking at it. “I’ll have a bacon burger with fries. Extra fry sauce.” When she reaches out to take the menu, I place my hand on top of it, “and a date.”

The little growl that escapes from between her lips has my cock jumping in my pants.

“Not on the menu,” she snarls before snatching up the menu and storming away.

The next two days she’s not at the diner, so I check in on her at her apartment. When I see her shitty little Honda in the parking lot, I circle her building, hoping for a glimpse through her curtained windows. Which are always tightly closed.

This becomes my new routine. It’s how I manage to spend just enough time with her every day to keep my cat happy.

On days she works at the diner I order a bacon burger and a date, that she promptly turns down.

On her days off I stalk the peripheral of her apartment. A few times I catch the scent of prowlers in the area, so I shift into my cougar form. Baring my teeth is all it takes to frighten away the would-be villains then I curl up under her window to make sure no one bothers her or Molly while they sleep. In the early morning hours, I return home to blow my load in the shower and grab some sleep before heading back to the diner for lunch.

All the while I think of ways to make her mine, and how I’m going to bring her into my world without terrifying her. A plan comes to me during a mandatory meeting for the Brotherhood. As a member of the cougar faction, I’m an honorary member of the secret Monster Gentlemen’s Club. It’ s during this meeting that Jarik, our Alpha, reminds us that there will be another auction coming up.

The Brotherhood holds monthly auctions, where willing humans can auction themselves for a night of anonymous sex in exchange for half of their bidding price and the promise of no memory of the night.

I was bored and listless before, but suddenly I’m alert and scheming.

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