Page 50 of Stalker

My balls tightened as I watched her continuing to pace the wide gravel path. She was uncertain and I could almost read her thoughts. Her hunger was as significant as mine. This was my prey for the evening.

When a whistle was used by one of the society’s members, she jerked her head toward the sound. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, finally allowing me to catch a better outline of her voluptuous breasts. I’d dug my nails into the bark of a tree to keep from going to her, reminding myself again that for once, I had to play by the rules.

Lady Butterfly started to walk toward the road when she stopped suddenly, jerking her head toward where I was standing. There was no possibility she could see me. None.

Yet I sensed she was completely aware of my presence. Was she terrified of what I could do or fascinated by the strange, warming desire pulsing through her bloodstream?

I shifted my cock, more uncomfortable than I’d been in a while.

Decisions.

Decisions.

I wasn’t used to being forced to have patience, but this woman was worth waiting for. Especially since I knew she had a taste for filthy proclivities.

Nothing about her surprised me, including when she turned back toward where the truck had been parked, taking bold steps in that direction.

It would seem the beautiful woman had made a choice.

I tugged the mask from my back pocket, running my fingers over the thick latex. I’d chosen my mask with her in mind, indulging her in her darkest fantasy.

I headed back to the man considered the emcee, making it very clear that the delicious participant was all mine. The other players were told. If they touched her, they would face my wrath.

And all of them had been told not to cross a single member of the Blackwell family.

As I waited for the start of the game, I reminisced on why I’d been so against doing so in the past. Probably because not a single candidate who’d crossed my desk had remotely grabbed my interest.

The other players were waiting out of sight, none of the five men and two women truly understanding the joys of the hunt.

They were all first timers, chosen specifically since only one of the contestants had ever played Dark Nights. We certainly didn’t want to terrify them to death.

I pulled on the mask, grinning as I did so. They couldn’t possibly begin to understand the freedom of being allowed to be someone else.

Someone monstrous.

Not that I needed a mask, but for tonight, what I was participating in was considered legal. At least for the most part. After flicking on the LED lights illuminating the eyes and sharp canines of the wolf’s jowls, I envisioned fucking her while wearing it.

Christopher had been clever in asking the few questions. I’d learned a great deal about my fragile butterfly and what made her tick. And also, what kept her awake at night, her body remaining wet and hot, aching for a beast to crawl into her bed.

Tonight I’d provide her with one of her greatest desires. Soon, I’d make her every dream come true, no matter how twisted and sinful.

The whistle was blown once again, and the participants took off running. While they were allowed a three-minute head start, I gave my vision of perfection five.

As I jogged toward the starting point, I let off a deep growl.

“Run, Lady Butterfly. Run. The big bad wolf is coming.”

I didn’t know these woods as I did a few others since they were a recent addition to our portfolio. However, there wasn’t a piece of land I couldn’t navigate in the dark. The parameters were marked with light sticks, but I didn’t need to know them to navigate through the darkness.

I’d done so all my life.

That’s partially how I’d remained alive.

Never captured. Never incarcerated for my sins.

I tracked the lovely lady easily, gathering a hint of her provocative scent every few feet. I took a deep whiff, pulling it into my system. I swore she smelled a little like heaven. Not that I’d ever learn if that was true or not.

There was such an innocent yet raw beauty to her, something I hadn’t seen for a long time and certainly hadn’t experienced until the night we’d shared. I couldn’t wait to hear her scream out my name as she writhed underneath me. Soon, she would crave me, even come to depend on me.

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