Page 36 of Stalker

I pitched myself into the darkness, only once looking back. But I’d never see him. He would only allow me to when he wanted me to find him.

Or when he’d cornered me, capturing his Lady Butterfly.

Birds fluttered in the air, spiraling toward the sky.

Night creatures skittered away in fear.

Deer were racing through the woods, terrified of being eaten.

Because he was here.

“Come to me.” His voice wasn’t human, yet it wasn’t completely savage either.

At least not yet.

It was his call, his way of beckoning me to let myself go. To give myself to him.

My predator.

My monster.

I turned in the direction of his voice, taking cautious steps into the clearing. The bright moon cast shimmers across the fresh, wet grass. Barefoot, I walked into the center, turning in a full circle. I heard him breathing as he came closer.

Fear and excitement tore through me, but I would obey him as always. Slowly I eased one strap of my nightgown off my shoulder then the other, allowing the slip of material to fall to the earth.

I stepped out of the unwanted gown, taking a single step forward.

Only then did I hear him advancing, creeping closer still. I could hear him breathing, could read his mind and what he would do to me.

The beast would ravage every inch of my body, claiming me as he’d done so many times before. And I’d loved every moment of surrendering to him.

“My Lady Butterfly. So fragile. So beautiful. And all mine.”

When he eased from the shadows, I sucked in my breath. He was huge, standing well over six and a half feet tall. As he advanced, I trembled, but not from fear.

From the intensity of my need.

He was the only creature who could make me feel this way.

“Mine,” he growled and closed the distance. When he was only inches away, he took a deep breath, lifting his head toward the light.

When he peered down at me again, I was mesmerized by the shimmer of his bright red eyes. He opened his mouth as he cupped my face, exposing his canines.

My pussy throbbed, my desire increasing.

Soon he would take me, filling me with his seed.

“What?” I jerked up, panting and thrashing. Oh, my God. Where was he? Where was the beast? Where was I? What was happening?

Sleep.

I’d been asleep.

Still panting, I fumbled to reach the light on my nightstand, almost knocking it over. As soon as I flicked it on, I was filled with relief. The dream had been so real. I laughed and rubbed my arms, suddenly realizing my thigh was stinging. I threw down the covers and groaned.

I’d scratched the hell out of myself during the dream… The nightmare.

Whew.

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