Freaks Of Nature

Prologue

The night I caught her scent . . .

Not drugs. I don’t fuck with that shit, or drink for that matter. My itch is of a darker, more depraved sort, and it’s one I can’t satisfy alone.

I glance up from the screen right when she comes out of the alley. The sidewalk is busy, and she doesn’t look my way, but my eyes rivet to her silhouette in those second-skin jeans and that black tank top.

My cock twitches.

Fuck, she’s fine. Her tits bounce with her steps, and her shirt is low-cut, giving me a raging hard-on as I imagine sliding my shaft in between them.

A breeze plays in her dark hair. My breath stalls when she sweeps a strand behind her ear, and I get a clear view of her face.

The city noise disappears .

Her lips strike me stupid. They’re full and lush, and I know I won’t rest until I hear them moan my name.

My throat goes dry before I notice my mouth is hanging open. I run my tongue across my own lips on reflex and swallow.

I want her.

My free hand slides to my crotch, urging patience into the growing ache.

And I will have her, too.

Her eyes flick around, but they never cross the street to where I sit. She keeps walking, utterly oblivious to the sick desire she has woken in me. She’s mine. My obsession. My poison. All fucking mine.

When she moves past my line of sight, my stare drops to her ass, and that’s my cue. Fixated on her backside, I dismount to pick up pursuit.

I pull my hood down to hide my face; it’s part of the game.

Weaving through the crowd, I stay on her tail. Every now and then she throws a glance over her shoulder like she can feel me following her, but I make sure not to attract her attention. I know how to blend in. She won’t see me until I want her to.

She turns down another alley—one I know is dark and gets little foot traffic.

We have a lot of those. Castle City is a maze of turns and dead ends for someone who didn’t grow up here.

Me? I know every block like the back of my hand. I have my bike, but I’m also no stranger to free running .

My skin prickles from anticipation. Hands stuffed into my pockets, I slip after her without my combat boots making a sound on the asphalt.

I give the alley a quick sweep to confirm we’re alone, then reach into the front of my sweatshirt to pull out my mask.

Switching the light on, I slide it over my face and readjust my hood. I want it low for a more dramatic effect.

At last, I draw my knife.

It’s the flick of the blade when I release it that brings her feet to a dead stop ahead of me.

She pivots, turning her head so slowly I swear I feel the air around us crackle from the fear rolling off her.

My excitement doubles.

A fresh wave of adrenaline rushes me, and I drink her in, my cock throbbing as it presses against my fly. Her skin has a touch of Mediterranean, mixed Hispanic maybe, but it’s her eyes that nearly push me over the edge… because there’s something else stirring under the fear.

And perhaps that scares her even more than I do. Her sneakers skip over the ground as she whips back around and starts sprinting down the alley toward the other end.

Sweet delight curls my lips. “Run, baby girl. You won’t escape me.”