I can smell her. Hear her heart racing.Feel her.
This isn’t a fair chase. Our link allows me to sense her with ease, my nose tracking her delicious scent all the way out the front door and into the nearby woods.
It was a bold choice running out here in the cold. An even bolder choice heading toward a forest renowned for its brown bear population.
Of course, none of those predators lurk near my castle. Their noses warn them from miles away of my presence.
And I’m a much scarier beast than they will ever be.
A beast who is now hunting his desired prey.
Her citrus aroma is tanged with copper, telling me she scraped herself somewhere along the way, drawing blood.
On purpose?I wonder, my chest rumbling in response.Or did she hurt herself while fleeing?
I suppose thewhydoesn’t matter. I’ll be punishing her for wasting her essence regardless of the reason.
Her blood belongs to me. As does her sweet cunt. Her beautiful mouth. And that body meant for my kind of sin.
Gods, I’m so fucking overstimulated that it’s almost difficult to walk. I really should have removed my suit, but I rather like keeping her naked while hiding my body from her view. Plus, the challenge of being agile while hard is… exciting.
I move across the ground, my dick throbbing with every step.
I don’t run. I walk.Hunt. Trailing after my female’s alluring fragrance.
She’s close.
She’s hiding.
She’s waiting.
A purr ignites in my chest, my beast pleased that I haven’t spotted her yet. It means she’s actually trying to play this game. It’s one she’s destined to lose, but that’s not the point. Strigoi love a good hunt.
And I’ve never had cause to play.
Prowling forward, my wings tuck up against my back, my movements soundless along the earth.
Are you wet for me, pet?I whisper into her mind.Maybe you should start pleasuring yourself, ensure you’re ready to take me. Because I’m not going to be gentle with you.
Good. I don’t want gentle,she replies, her sultry voice warm inside my head.
I adore this link to her. It’s not what I expected, but it’s what I need to become a better mate for her.
I’m learning. She’s learning. And together?—
A chill runs down my spine, causing me to freeze mid-stride. “Viviana?” Instinct pulls her name from my mouth, my gaze narrowing through the trees.
Her scent was a beacon mere seconds ago, her heartbeat an enticing rhythm in my ears.
Then both disappeared.
“Viviana?!” I shout, spinning as I search for her existence in the forest.
But I sense nothing. Hear nothing. Feelnothing.
It’s like she’s dead.
Or gone.
