Leave it to me to run into Adrestia in this middle of nowhere city when I’ve successfully avoided her for decades. I’d hoped never to see her again, to deal with the ache I still have for her. At one point, all those years ago, I thought she actually loved me. But the things she let happen to me aren’t something you’d allow the love of your life to go through without intervening. I still haven’t forgiven her, nor do I think I ever could.
Now that I’m not working the case, I can focus on finding my girl—as long as she hasn’t moved again. She never stays in one spot for long and seems to know when someone has shared her whereabouts with me. Every time I’ve gotten close, the home she was staying in has been completely cleaned out, leaving no trace of her behind.
I’m dying to see her in the flesh again, to hopefully touch her and see if she makes me feel the way I hope she does. At this point, I’ve stared at far too many pictures of the beautiful womanwho continuously drifts through my mind and weaves herself into my every dream. It’s not enough anymore.
According to my source in the city, the house where Roxanna has supposedly been staying is only about a mile from the crime scene, so I head straight there. On my way there, I try to keep myself hidden as much as possible—going through alleyways and morphing into someone who’s not… me. My unusually pale skin and intensely vibrant blue eyes tend to make others feel uneasy. Especially paired with my midnight black hair. I’ve learned that the best way for me to hide is by blending in.
As I approach the address, I take a look around. All the houses here are stunning, with multiple stories, upscale decor, and immaculate exteriors—par for the course when it comes to my girl.
When I’m sure no one is around to spot me, I drop my glamour and tuck myself into the bushes across the street from her house. I try my best to get comfortable, since I don’t plan on leaving until the sun begins to rise. Even then, I don’t want to go, but lying in the bushes in a neighborhood like this would draw far more suspicion than I’d like. This is about the only time I wish I were like other shifters—so I could change into an animal.
A light flicks on in a first-floor room, illuminating the space. The first thing that catches my attention is a massive chandelier hanging over a long, sleek dining table with high-backed chairs surrounding it. A massive man—who has to be at least six foot six inches tall—walks across the room into the adjoining kitchen and opens up the fridge. He stands there for a moment before he turns to one of the counters with his back to me. His broad shoulders and muscular build are evident even with the suit jacket he’s wearing.
But as I mentioned earlier, appearances can be deceiving. Underneath that glamoured muscular build, he hides a demonic form that stands well over seven feet tall. His soul is marred withthousands of scars, showcasing the lives he’s ruined or taken. I make a mental note to keep an eye on him, especially around my girl. She’smine.If he lays so much as a finger on her, I will tie him up with blessed chains that will take away any abilities he has, and then I’ll break every bone in his body. When he’s begging me to save his life, I’ll flay his skin layer by layer, making sure he only skirts the edge of death without actually dying until I’m satisfied. I have zero tolerance for men who can’t keep their hands to themselves, given what’s happened to me.
Anger has my skin rippling—something that only happens when I’m overly emotional or my power is waning and I need to feed. I take a deep breath and rip my gaze away from the disgusting waste of space. My eyes dart from window to window, trying to find any sign of my girl. Nothing catches my eye, so I wander around to the back of the house. There aren’t any lights on back here, but moonlight shines through one window, revealing a luxurious bathroom. In one corner of the room is a massive jacuzzi tub that could fit several people. In the other corner is a beautiful shower with three different-style showerheads, tiled with onyx and emerald green stones. It’s beautiful. Perfect for the beautiful woman I seek.
Just as my gaze is about to shift to the next window, light floods the bathroom. My heart rate spikes as the woman I’ve obsessed over for so long strolls into the room. Her long, silky black hair sways across her pale skin, a stark contrast that gives her a haunting look, but fuck if she isn’t a sight for sore eyes.
When she approaches the mirror, I look directly into her eyes without consequence. The photos I’ve managed to get from my sources don’t do them justice whatsoever. Her irises are the most mesmerizing shade of emerald green I’ve ever seen, and even in her human form, her pupils remain slightly slitted, hinting at what she is. I couldn’t imagine not being able to look into those beautiful eyes, even if it means I meet my end.
I allow my eyes to peruse the rest of her body, watching her to see what she does next with rapt attention. My intrigue is piqued when her form begins to change. It starts with her skin, a shimmer slowly changing her pale complexion to a more ashen shade—similar to the stone she can turn others into with a single look. As the shimmering approaches her neck, it reveals small emerald-green scales at her hairline. Then, the shimmer reaches her hair, and strands weave together to form a mass of snakes the same color as the scales at her hairline. Some snakes are longer than others, but they each slither along her back and shoulders as if they’re eager to be free.
She stands there for a moment, looking herself over in the mirror, but then she quickly changes back into her human form and whips her head in my direction. Even though I know she can’t actually see me nestled in the foliage of her backyard, I still hold my breath. I refuse to scare her off yet; I just got her back.
Her gaze lingers on where I lie for a little longer before she shrugs off her clothes and steps into the glass shower. Steam quickly fills the space, telling me just how hot she likes her showers. She turns her back to one of the showerheads, which has her facing me, and I can’t help but wonder if she did that on purpose. Water cascades over her body, making me wish I could embody it so I can caress her naked skin. My mouth waters when she runs her hands through her hair, which causes her back to arch, pushing her tits out further. While they may be small, they’re just enough to fill each of my hands. I’ll be able to knead them while still having the ability to pinch her nipples and have her writhing beneath my touch.
My pussy throbs, and my skin ripples again, but I refuse to take my eyes off her. She’snotrunning away from me again. I’m hoping I don’t need to feed again—that my ‘hunger’ is linked to being in this woman’s very naked, very pleasing presence.
I trail my eyes further down her body, admiring her pear-shaped figure. Her hand wanders down her body in the exact path my eyes just took, but she doesn’t stop there. She slides her hand down her belly and caresses her thigh. I bite my lip, suppressing a moan before it leaves my lips, all while letting my hand wander between my own thighs. I have to touch myself even though I know I can hardly stimulate my clit through my clothes, but damn if I don’t try.
Soap suds trickle down her body, collecting at the apex of her thighs for only a few seconds before she slips her hand in and throws back her head. I swear I can hear her moan from where I sit, but it may be a trick of my mind. All I can think about at this point is how much I’d rather replace her hand with my mouth while her back is up against the wall of that shower, her legs thrown over my shoulders, and her hands tangled in my hair.
Fuck. It’s been so long since I’ve been with someone else. Sadly, I think Adrestia was my last.
The singular thought of the griffin makes me even more horny, and I’m a little perplexed by it. I shouldn’t still want her after everything with her family. Apparently, that thought doesn’t cross my mind, though, because the next thought that enters my mind is how much better things could be if Adrestia’s face was between my thighs while I eat out my girl.
One more flick of my clit has an orgasm crashing through me. It takes everything in me not to scream out my release. It’s the best orgasm I’ve had in who knows how long. It’s got me so weak that I have to lie down on the ground for what seems like forever.
When I finally feel like I can function again, I’m disappointed to find that my girl is already done in the shower. I barely catch her walking out the door, wrapped in a fluffy towel. I watch for a moment to see if any of the other lights on this side of the house come on, but I don’t see any, so I climb to my feet and rush to the other side of the house.
No lights are on over here either, which has me wondering if she went to bed naked. I groan as my mind goes into overdrive and my clit starts throbbing again. I guess I’ll have to dig out my toy collection when I unpack my things. Or maybe I could buy some new ones in preparation for the time I’ll have with my girl soon.
The leaves of the bush I’m in rustle, and I leap to my feet, arms poised to fight if needed.
An all too familiar laugh grates on my nerves. “So you’ve taken to hiding in the bushes to stalk your prey now?”
I roll my eyes and cross my arms over my chest. “What the fuck are you doing here, Adrestia?”
She rakes her eyes down my frame and licks her lips. “I could ask the same thing, Avie.”
My nostrils flare. “As I said earlier, you have no right to call me that anymore. How did you even know I was here? It’s fucking dark, and your eyesight is nowhere near as good as mine.”
Adrestia points her finger at her nose and gives me a sinister smile. “I know your scent. It’s something I’ll never forget. Just like so many other things about you.”
My cheeks pinken. Damn supes and their enhanced sense of smell. And damn her for knowing me at all.
She takes a step toward me and pulls my lip from between my teeth, which I didn’t even realize I’d bitten. “Don’t be embarrassed. You know I’m fully capable of taking care of your sexual desires. Just like old times.”
