Page 15 of Guarded By the Hellhound
“Raider,” she softly wails, but the way her pussy is hugging my cock shows how much she likes the idea.
When we are both panting and sated, we look at each other, and she giggles. I kiss her with a big grin. “Let’s get you dressed and home. I think we had enough excitement for today.”
I leavethe church grounds with mixed feelings; I am absolutely certain that those backdoors lead to the gates of hell. When the time comes, they will open for me to give me my answers. I just have to be patient.
Being this close to home is making me feel powerful. My blood hums with a strength that wasn’t there before.
“It almost looks as if you’ve gotten bigger!” Kat says softly. I turn my head to look back at her. I’m in my hound form again, leading her straight home.
I think she’s right. Our little excursions must have powered up my abilities. The powerful feeling I had at the church is still with me; it’s clinging to me.
I walk back towards her and nuzzle her hand, needing to be close. She pets my head before we start walking again. We have been out in the open and vulnerable for long enough now, and I ache to get her to safety.
When we get to the house, the police are just pulling up. When they eye me warily, I can’t resist letting out a little growl. Fuckers.
Their visit is a repeat from last time, ending with the famous words: “I’m sorry there is nothing more we can do, Ma’am.”
We watch them leave in silence before we enter the house. Inside, I shift as soon as possible and pull Katherine into my arms.
“I’ll keep you safe, Katherine, I promise you. They won’t get you. I’ll die before I Iet that happen.”
A quiet sob escapes her before she looks up at me—tears well in her eyes.
“Raider…” she whispers, but I cut her off.
“I would die for you, Katherine. If that is what it takes to keep you safe, no sacrifice is too big. You are my world, and I would do anything for you.” I pause to make sure she understands.
“Anything…”
JOE
Something is up with my Kat. She is acting out. I had her just where I wanted her: a scared little mouse, afraid of her own shadow, too frightened to leave the house. But then she had to go and get that damned dog. Since she has the dog, things are different.
I tried to get into her house the other night because I couldn't resist it anymore. I just had to see her; I had to know what she looked like when she was sleeping. If she were mine, I would always look at her. She’s already mine, of course. She just doesn’t know it yet.
My mind races, and I have to actively calm myself to stay still. I’m watching; I’m always watching. She thinks she’s so clever to close all the curtains, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know what’s happening inside. And something is happening.
It’s almost as if there’s another person in the house. But that can’t be, now can it? She hasn’t had a visitor outside of the police in months. I squint my eyes and refocus my binoculars. There’s movement in the bedroom. The curtain isn't fully closed, and I can see people through the small gap. Themovement is gone before I can register it, but I am sure I saw somebody there who isn’t my Kat.
Rage is building. I was planning on taking her tomorrow to make her mine. I thought Halloween would be fitting since it’s when we first met. She was dressed like an angel, just as I was. That’s when I knew we were meant to be together.
But here she is, with someone else? I thought I made it very, very clear that nobody can have her. She is mine!
I take deep breaths to keep from pacing: my Kat, MINE. Betrayal is cutting through my black heart. I had her room ready, as well as our room, in our house—a house where I would take her to tomorrow. I have been working on the present all year.
I can’t contain a furious growl. If I can’t have her, no one can. Plans are made to be adjusted. She knows what happens next. I will take her tomorrow, but I won’t take her to our house, no I won’t.
Tomorrow, she dies.
KATHERINE
Sunlight streams into the room through the gap between the curtains. A gap that’s usually meticulously closed because I know what’s hiding in the shadows. I shiver, and a firm hand wraps around my body, pulling me towards him.
“You are thinking very loudly, Katherine,” Raider says while he nuzzles my neck. “I bet I can make you stop.”
Giggling, I turn around. Our heads lie on the same pillow, and I stroke his cheek. Yesterday was the craziest of days. So much happened in one day, both good and bad. Only 36 hours have passed since I actually met Raider, but somehow, I feel lighter than I’ve felt in months. What we did yesterday at the church. I blush, thinking about it even more when I think about all the things he did to me later that night.
Raider’s gaze dips to my mouth, lazily kissing me, ending the kiss with a nip to my lower lip. His thumb replaces his teeth, and with an agonizingly slow pace, he moves his hand down. His thumb grazes the side of my neck until he settles his hand low on my throat. He grabs me firmly, pulling my mouth to his again, taking the kiss from sweet to hot withjust the touch of his hand. It’s a firm touch, one that’s making my pulse speed up.
