Page 5 of Hunted to the Altar
No. She shook her head and went inside.
By the time she left, the sky was dark, the air sharper. She looked tired, her steps slower, her shoulders hunched against the cold. I watched her as she passed by me across the road, never once looking my way.
But I knew she felt my gaze.
It was in the moments she touched the back of her neck, like she could feel my stare. When she glanced around, I sank back into the shadows as she headed into the direction of her local store. When I couldn’t see her any longer, I made my way to her apartment.
I let myself in with a spare key I made two weeks ago when she forgot to lock her apartment door in a rush. That tiny slip up allowed me the window of opportunity I needed to invade her life.
The place was dim. Quiet. Just like Nina preferred. I felt like I was in a little haunted dollhouse. Her scent enveloped me, andI inhaled deeply. I’d missed this when I was back home working for Don Sebastian.
My chest ached as I walked through her home. I walked into her bathroom and as I turned on the light, her soft, powdery, lavender scent hit me like a punch in the face. My cock swelled and I groaned.
What I wouldn’t give to be between her thick thighs.
I didn’t need the light in her bathroom on, I’d already memorized her home. I just wanted to see if she left anything behind for me. Nina loved leaving me gifts. Why else wouldn’t she put her panties in the laundry bin?
I looked at myself in the mirror, my dark hair covering a portion of my face. I looked unhinged, but I wanted to watch myself defile her world.
I wasn’t going to sit down with the good old Dr. Mya and unpack that either. Instead, I pulled my throbbing cock out of my pants.
I took a gloved finger and collected my precum. I swiped it inside the glass she had on the counter for rinsing out her mouth every night. A routine I loved being a part of. Her swallowing my fucking children was the sexiest thing, and I couldn’t help but stroke myself off.
I kept dripping on her floors. I looked down with a frown. I was making a mess for her, and that wasn’t fair. She’s usually tired after she’s been working all day. I didn’t want to leave more for her to do.
I grabbed her body wash and held it beneath my leaking cock.
That was better. Now, she wouldn’t have a mess to clean up and I would be on her skin all fucking day long. The thought drove me crazy.
With one hand, I jerked myself into her bottle thinking of my cum all over her body keeping predators away. I wasn’t Samuel in this moment. I was an unhinged alpha fucking malemarking his territory ensuring his prize wasn’t taken by someone else.
With a roar, I came shuddering into her body wash. When I could see clearly out of my eyes, I put the cap back onto her body wash and replaced it on her shelf in the shower.
It wasn’t good enough.
I grabbed her shampoo and conditioner bottles and kicked my pants off so I could walk back into her bedroom. I laid on her satin sheets surrounded by her scent, and marked my territory in each of the bottles.
Behind my eyelids was a cacophony of visions. Nina was getting nude in front of her window. Nina putting lotion on in her bathroom. Nina bent over any fucking surface I’d seen her around.
I tugged and pulled on my cock, grunting from the mental spank bank that forced me to stop and fuck my hand. I wanted her so fucking bad I could taste it and when I came two more times, replacing the caps, I stayed in her bed, sweaty, panting, trying to catch my breath.
Fuck. I’d never come so hard before. Hopefully, she didn’t catch me in her bed before she got back from the store.
I placed the bottles back on her shelf once I could feel my legs. For some fucking reason, I rolled around in her bed before I remade it. Nina always made sure her bed was made, even though she flung her clothes around.
I stole one bra.
I knew how expensive they were, and it would last a long time as I masturbated with it. I tucked it in my back pocket for later. That was my gift to myself. After cleaning up, I left everything where I’d found it.
Her toothbrush. Her towels. Anything and everything I could use, I didn’t hesitate. I licked her glasses so she could feel me. In my mind, the moment we kissed, she would recognize me as her man.
That moment was coming soon.
I looked down at my phone and cussed at the time. I’d been in her home for hours. I had several messages from Don Sebastian and Silas. I needed to get back. Saddened, I made one more lap around her tiny apartment.
I thanked the saints above that no one sent Marcello out. If he saw me cuddling her satin pillows and breathing on them so I could keep her scent in my nostrils, he’d shoot me on the spot. Marcello wasn’t one to fall into pussy. His pious views kept him bundled up tighter than a nun working with the Pope. By the time I left, she wouldn’t smell anything but me in this apartment.
And it better stay that way until I could return.
