Stalker

“Do you know who the hell I am?” Preston Scott shouted flinging the sheaf of papers he held in his hand up in the air.

Emmaline could only stare at the blond man-child while the papers floated to the ground. There went a whole month’s worth of writing. Sure, being a journalist was not her first choice of lifetime careers but it paid the bills.

“Now Mr. Scott did you actually read the entire account?” Emmaline tried to keep her voice calm and professional when inside she wanted to run across the room and fling that sorry rich boy out on his ass with his face eating the wood of the desk she sat in front of. It wasn’t her fault that Scotty boy had been caught with his pants down fucking an 18 year old maid.

Did she neglect to mention his pretty young wife of only one year had caught him at it too?

Of course she didn’t.

The best part of the story were the pictures. Oh yeah, her photographer had gotten up close and personal. You could practically lick the sweat off Preston’s chest while he pounded the poor girl from behind.

Really it was all too funny.

“This had better not see the light of day. I want the negatives.” Preston’s face was beet red with his screaming.

Emmaline was saved from answering any more questions when her boss old Mr. Hamm came in. Emmaline beat a hasty retreat out the door behind the old man’s corpulent body.

Safe at last, Emmaline breathed the cool night air as she headed for her car. This day had been a hopping one and she couldn’t wait to go home and relax in the tub.

He couldn’t control the way his breath moved in and out of his lungs, fast and hard. She was everything he had ever wanted. Everything he had ever hoped to gain.

He stood outside her tiny cottage on the outskirts of the city watching as she moved from the kitchen with a glass of juice up the stairs. He inhaled deeply, he could smell her hot, sweet…

It only took a tiny twist to break through the doorknob on the back door. He followed the lingering trace of her scent allowing it to lead him to where she sat naked on the rim of her porcelain tub. Her back was to him in the dim electric light he made out the trench in her back, the full curves of her hips. She had clipped her dark hair up exposing the tender nape of her neck. He felt his mouth water. How he wanted to bite her there. Would she like it? Would she beg for more? He’d never had a woman that he could truly possess without killing. Humans were just too frail for the type of fucking that his people loved.

Emmaline passed her hand under the torrent of water pulling back her hand quickly. “Ow.” She shut off the tap then rose to her feet walking toward the partially closed bathroom door.

Oh shit, he thought, what if she found him here in her very home? He’d have to kill her. But at least he would fuck her first.

Emmaline reached out hitting the lightswitch so that her tiny bathroom became bathed in darkness.

Oh yes, he liked this much better. He could see everything the way her ass moved when she stepped over the rim of the tub, the sensual way she arched her back as she lay back in the hot water letting out a moan of satisfaction.

He’d been watching her for a long time. Always trying to push his luck by getting closer and closer.

There had been one night eight years ago when he had her a girl’s crying on the wind. His sensitive ears picked up the sounds and followed them straight up onto the roof of a small condominium where a window lay open on the hot summer’s night.

“Please, please send someone to come for me.” The poor girl sobbed. He peeked into the window amazed to see a girl of about 14 lying in rose scented sheets crying her heart out silently. She had the typical little girl’s room with a dollhouse in one corner and lots of books squirreled away in corners. At that moment he wanted to be the one she was praying for.

He watched her grow up into a woman over the years he saw her through high school and college. He waited for her to get a man, he waited to hear those desperate breathy moans that signaled passion in the night. It was a sword in his heart, a stroke that always loomed near as her years went by.

But it never happened. She didn’t like anyone enough to fuck them and she gave off this don’t touch me vibe that drove him wild.

Maybe, maybe she was saving herself for him.

He watched her raise her arm to soap it with a rose scented bar. The water fell off her in a smooth liquid sheath, the drops glistening like diamonds.

Emmaline lay back soaking away the tenseness in her muscles letting her mind drift. For the past several days she had felt like someone was watching her. It only happened at night when she was here in her home all alone. When she lay in her bed sometimes she felt as if someone was lying beside her, breathing softly. Whisper caresses fell on her cheeks just as she was falling into the web of sleep. But in the morning there was nothing amiss and she went about her day as usual.

She was just too fanciful, Emmaline sighed, she had always wished that she had a special guardian angel to watch over her, to see her every move, to breathe her breath. Like she was special enough to have that. Emmaline didn’t see herself as beautiful, she’d been told often enough that she wasn’t. She was plain, plain, plain. Dark hair, dark eyes. A face to mix in the crowd. Nothing special.

Emmaline lay back again letting the steam from the water kiss her face and lips. She closed her eyes.

He wanted her tonight.

After eight long years he figured it was time to reveal himself to her.

It was time to taste the blood that coursed underneath the skin of his beloved.

And if he had to kill her it would not be without a goodbye kiss.

Emmaline opened her eyes sometime later sighing at the lazy way she felt, all warm and clean. She rose from the tub unplugging the drain as she reached for a towel patting herself dry lazily. She was so tired, too tired to even dress herself in pajamas and she never slept naked. Yet even so she walked over to her bed slipping between the covers actually enjoying the feel of cool smooth cotton against her bare flesh. In moments she slept.

He swallowed convulsively as he pushed open her bathroom door walking through the steam filled room through a door way that led into her bedroom. She lay there warm and willing underneath the covers.

It was time to end this. Time to see if she would be with him or not.

Either way it had to end. His Emmaline had been seducing him for eight long years.

He stepped closer to the bed looking over the edge of it down at her sleeping face. She was so beautiful with wild dark hair that was long and free, arched black brows that made her look so devilishly sinful and a mouth…her mouth was made for his kisses. The kisses of his kind.

It had to stop, this wanting of her but always stopping himself, he needed her and tonight he would take what was his.

Still looking at her face he stripped off his clothes tossing them heedlessly on the floor. When he stood tall, erect and proudly naked he picked up the corner of her blankets and slipped in beside her.

Something felt so good. So warm and hard, yet soft. Strong arms came about her embracing her, chaining her. Emmaline surrendered in this hot embrace.

Love me, take me, do whatever you want to me, she cried out in her mind.

She had always wanted to be touched, held like this. This sweet, hot intimacy that she had never allowed herself before.

Emmaline turned in his arms pressing her lithe body flush against his arching back her neck as if she knew what it was he wanted most. He pressed a tender kiss there not daring to breathe in her scent yet he could still feel the hunger and the lust rise up within him. He kissed lower on her collarbone then the top of her breast. She shuddered in his arms. He rolled so that she lay beneath him relishing the feel of her smooth woman’s body below his. He gently touched his lips to hers.

Like Sleeping Beauty brought back to life she opened her eyes.

If she screamed, she was dead and all his patience would have gone to waste. Please, he mentally pleaded, please don’t scream. Don’t make me kill you.

Emmaline slid one smooth leg up the side of his body until her knee lay over his back causing him to sink deeper into the cradle of her hips. She was hot and wet there already. Her cunt begging to be filled by him.

Her hands, such small hands, came up to touch his face reverently the tips of her fingers barely skimming his flesh.

Such beautiful eyes. Magnetic and green pulling her down, down into this dream where her lover felt so real. Hot, muscular, nude maleness pressed to her flesh. Her cunt was wet and throbbing. If this was a dream, she thought, let me never wake. Her fingers went from his cheeks up into the loose long locks of black hair that fell over his shoulder and spilled like silk down his back.

“You’re so beautiful.” She whispered to her dream man with the face of a god.

She closed her eyes again when he silenced her with a kiss.

The kiss started out soft and tentative but he deepened the kiss twining his fingers in her hair holding her down while he opened her mouth with his tongue urging her to meet his. When she did he groaned in pleasure. Her tongue tangled with his hot and wet then slid to his teeth where she cut her tongue on his sharp canines. She inhaled sharply but kissed him back harder.

The taste of her blood exploded into his mouth like warm honey. He shivered, she tasted so good.

He moved down her body kissing a trail to her breasts. Using his tongue he teased her nipples into stiff peaks until she was writhing and begging for more. It was then he took her into his mouth sucking hard at her breast then gently nipping the swollen flesh. Emmaline cried out in pleasure her fingers in his black hair holding him to her breast begging for him to drink deeply from her.

He raised his head spearing her with a hard look. Would she really let him drink from her like that? To sate himself on her blood alone?

He moved further down between her spread thighs where he inhaled deeply the scent of virgin cunt. Nothing had ever smelled so pure and holy before. He felt he should go down on his knees before her and beg her to be his, to let him worship her night and day, to fuck her until she knew nothing but the feel and taste of him.

He kissed her cunt feeling the pink petals open for him. Her clit was swollen and red tempting him to taste it. He captured the tiny nub with his mouth and drew on it hard making Emmaline thrash about in the throes of ecstasy as her first orgasm washed over her. Even when she cried out for him to stop that she couldn’t take such sweet assault he brought her to the edge a second time. Her wetness gushed out from her tiny cunt where he bent his head to taste it as it flowed. She was sticky sweet. Hot on his tongue.

He thrust his tongue up inside her making Emmaline shiver and clutch him close. “Please, please don’t stop. Don’t stop.” She was mindless now, a slave to her passion and the man above her.

He was hard and hurting his cock killing him, straining in its desire to be buried deeply in her pussy. He rose up over her, the skin of his hips slick with sweat against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

Now, he had to have her now.

He looked into Emmaline’s eyes which were a deep black in the night. “I love you, Emmaline.” He whispered.

“I love you.” She breathed.

He moved hard and sure deeply piercing into her virgin’s body Emmaline cried out a sexy moan that ran over his skin like a wave of fire. He was so deep inside her, he almost believed that she could withstand his kind of love.

He pulled out slowly, sensuously raking each fold of her cunt with his thick hard cock. Warning himself to go slow, to be gentle with his human love. Emmaline wrapped her legs about his hips forcing him to stay with her. As if he would leave.

He pushed back inside just a touch harder and she responded by moaning and opening her legs more. She wanted him as deeply as he could go, as hard as he would give.

“Touch me. Fuck me. Make me yours forever.”

Her passionate whisper broke all his restraints. He pounded into her then freely as if she were one of his kind smelling the blood that came from her cunt as he rode her harder and harder. His fangs came out sharper and longer than ever before without thinking he pierced the flesh of her neck almost swooning in the honey richness that flowed from her veins into his mouth.

She could be his mate. She could be his love forever.

He would make what he was against her will or not.

Emmaline couldn’t take the thousands of flames that licked at her everywhere she was cumming so hard that she passed out for a moment drunk on the feeling of her dream lover’s hard cock and teeth in her throat.

He couldn’t stop the flood of fire that came at him when he raised his head gasping from her neck. His teeth chattered as her blood trickled down his chin. He raised his hand to his mouth to wipe away her spilt blood licking it off his fingers. Too precious to waste.

He kept pounding into her feeling closer and closer to orgasm. He wanted to make her cum one last time. One last time for letting him love her as if she were his mate. For saying she loved him without knowing his name. When he felt her body tremble and shudder in her final release. He let himself cum inside her.

Emmaline was shaking, surprised she was still alive after that brutal fucking, when he came down on her covering her body with his own. His ear lay over her heart listening to it pound furiously. She was alive, he’d drunk deeply from her, fucked her as mercilessly as one of his own, and she was still alive. He trailed one of his hands down her arm catching her hand spearing his fingers through hers, lifting it to his lips.

“Who are you?” Emmaline whispered moving her other hand through his dark hair.

“Gabriel.”

“An angel, no less.” Emmaline voice was light and playful.

Gabriel lifted his head up sharply piercing her with his green eyes which now flamed almost incandescent in the night. “Never that, Emmaline.”

Emmaline felt something slide down her throat, thinking it was a hair she reached up absently to brush it away but her fingers came back wet.

Before she could lift her hand back up Gabriel caught her hand. “You know.”

Emmaline’s eyes widened in shock, fear, then horror at what she had done with him but he covered her mouth not allowing her to speak or scream.

“You’re mine, Emmaline. You’re mine now and I will never let you go.” He slid up her body, smooth, hot, and hard Emmaline closed her eyes for a moment almost swooning at the sensation of pure pleasure that his touch brought even now. “I heard you when you were so young crying in your bed with your little window opened. You wanted someone to come for you, you wanted someone to save you. Here I am. I’ve been watching you for years ever since that night, I wanted you then and I want you now, Emmaline.” He looked away from her then staring into the moonlight reflected in her bedroom window. “I didn’t think you would save yourself for me for so long. I want to make you what I am, I want to love you for eternity.” He turned back to her lowering his head down removing his hand from her mouth so that his lips barely brushed hers as he whispered. “I’d even do it against your will. You’d have all eternity to love me again. All eternity to try to deny what you feel.”

Gabriel kissed her then hot, passionate and demanding. Emmaline knew he could call her soul out from her body if he wanted to. Her body was on fire again. Emmaline burned inside wanting Gabriel to come inside her and love her again, she wanted his hard cock and brutal teeth piercing into her flesh.

She wanted everything Gabriel could give.

He’d been stalking her for years always on the fringes of her life waiting for that one moment when he could come inside and be one with her.

Emmaline had nothing that held her here. No family member, no career was more important than this consuming, all-encompassing, unexpected love. Emmaline knew now that she was infinitely more special than she could have ever dreamed, she knew if she said no Gabriel, despite his claim, would let her go and stalk her no more. But she loved the feeling of being hunted, pursued by Gabriel.

“I love you. Don’t ever let me go.”

Gabriel lay above her silent and still as stone his lovely eyes boring into hers.

Two drops fell onto Emmaline’s cheekbone she placed her hand to her cheek feeling the warmth of tears. She reached up pulling Gabriel down to her into the hollow of her neck.

Giving herself to him.

She closed her eyes as a deep, warm blackness settled over her knowing that when she opened her eyes again she would see her love, her mate with new nightborn eyes.