Page 6 of Scaredy Cat

Zach

I lunged forward, grasping her arm as she tried to scramble away from me. The thrill of the chase, the scent of her fear mixed with something else, something intoxicating, flooded my senses and my cock threatened to spill right there.

I pulled her in close, feeling her heart race against my chest.

"You're not Matt," she gasped, her eyes frantic as she tried to push against me.

I grinned behind the mask, reveling in her confusion and the delicious spike of adrenaline that pulsed through me. "No, I'm not."

She struggled against my grip, but I held her tighter, the warmth of her skin seeping into mine through our clothes. The pheromones of a witch, I realized, were unlike anything I'd ever experienced. They sank deep into my lungs making my head spin with an insane need to devour every inch of her.

"Let me go," she demanded, but her voice wavered, betraying the fear that lingered beneath her bravado.

I leaned in closer, inhaling deeply, letting her scent wash over me. She made me feel like I was high on the most illicit drugs. I wanted to drown in it, to lose myself in her. I’d happily overdose on that pussy and have her begging for death right along with me.

"I can't do that," I murmured, my breath brushing against her ear through my mask. "Not when I've finally caught you."

"What do you want?"

I didn't answer, not with words. Instead, I let my actions speak for me. I trailed my fingers along her jaw, marveling at the softness of her skin. She trembled beneath my touch, and I could feel the rapid beat of her pulse, the way her breath hitched in her throat.

"You," I breathed.

She stilled, her eyes searching mine through the mask. I knew she couldn't see me, not really, but in that moment, I felt exposed, stripped bare by the intensity of her gaze.

"Who are you?"

I hesitated.

“Just someone who likes to have a little fun.”

Stacey glared at me. “Well, this isn’t fun.”I chuckled. “I beg to differ.”

The anger that shone in her honey brown eyes was adorable but I took mercy on her.

The real game was about to begin, after all.

"Zach," I said softly. "My name is Zach."

“Zach?” She spat the name like it left a bad taste in her mouth. “You mean the guy I just had drinks with? That fucking guy?"

The mask I wore felt heavy, but not as heavy as the weight of her gaze.

The power radiating off her body hummed in the air, and I groaned, the sound escaping me before I could swallow it down.

She took that as a sign I was distracted, and she was right.

She punched me right in the chest and I coughed out a laugh.

“What’s wrong?” she shot back, a hint of a smirk curling her lips. “Too much for you to handle?”

I fought the urge to push her to the ground and drive myself into her, driven by a need I didn’t fully understand. Her violence didn't deter me. No, instead, it ignited something primal from within.

“You don’t know what you’re dealing with,” I said, forcing the words out.

Her laughter danced through the air, sharp and taunting. “And you do? What, you think you can just chase strangers through the woods and get away with it?”

I tightened my grip on her arm, feeling the sinewy muscle beneath my fingers. The connection between us sparked, electric and undeniable. I could almost see a light radiating off her skin. Interesting.

“I do when they're meant to be mine.”

She arched an eyebrow, defiance blazing in her eyes. “Yours? Is this some sick joke you play on women during Halloween? Am I some sort of trophy?”

“Not a trophy,” I replied, my voice low. “More like the key to a puzzle I can't seem to solve when you look at me like that.”

She bit her bottom lip, and for a brief moment, the tension between us shifted.

I caught the flicker of something in her expression—was it curiosity?

Want? The way her body trembled told me she felt it too, the tension coiling tighter, threatening to snap like all the twigs we'd ruined on our chase.

“Then figure me out,” she challenged, her tone daring, but I knew she was still terrified. I could smell it almost more than her arousal.

“Trust me,” I said, my voice dropping to a whisper, “I intend to.”

I leaned in, but before I could close the distance, a sharp pain exploded in my gut. Stacey's knee connected with brutal force, knocking the wind out of me. I stumbled back, gasping for air.

She didn't waste a second. With a burst of speed, she tore away from me, darting back into the dense woods around us. Her footsteps faded quickly, leaving me alone with the ache in my abdomen and the lingering scent of her magic.

"Damn it," I growled, frustration bubbling up inside me.

I glanced down at my watch, the glowing numbers mocking me. 8:04 PM. Time was slipping away faster than I'd anticipated and this game of cat and mouse was dragging on too long.

I'd thought it would be simple. Catch her, complete the mating ritual, handle the sacrifice, and still have time for a little fun before midnight struck. But Stacey was proving to be more than just a pretty face with a magical aura. She was cunning, quick, and far too elusive for my liking.

Fuck, how I wanted her.

Sighing, I pushed myself up, ignoring the twinge of pain from where she'd struck me.

I had to admire her spirit, even if it was complicating my plans.

Luckily for me, I still had a good amount of my own demonic qualities even though I inhabited this human body.

The fast healing being a top favorite, for sure.

"Here, kitty kitty," I called out, my voice echoing through the trees. "Come out, come out, wherever you are."

I moved deeper into the woods, my eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of movement. The forest was alive with nighttime sounds – rustling leaves, chirping crickets, the distant hoot of an owl. But no Stacey.

"You can't hide forever, little witch," I said, a hint of amusement in my voice. "We both know how this ends."

The ache in my gut was gone now and I moved deeper into the forest. The night air was thick with the scent of pine and dirt, but underneath it all, I could still catch traces of Stacey's delicious aroma. It pulled at me, urging me forward like a siren's call and bringing me in the right direction.

I paused, listening for any sign of her, but nothing betrayed her location. Frustration gnawed at me. Time was ticking.

"I'm going to get that pussy if it's the last thing I do in this fucking body."

Every rustle of leaves, every snapping twig made me whip my head around, hoping to catch a glimpse of her.

But the forest seemed to be conspiring against me, hiding her from view.

As I pushed through a dense thicket, a flash of movement caught my eye.

I froze, my heart racing. There, just ahead, I saw a flicker of pale skin disappearing behind a large oak tree.

"Mine," I whispered.

I crept forward, careful to avoid any loose twigs or dry leaves that might give me away. I was close now, so close I could almost taste victory.

As I rounded the tree, ready to grab her, I found... nothing. The spot where I'd seen her was empty, save for a few fallen leaves stirred by the wind.

"Damn it," I hissed, spinning around.

That's when I heard it - a soft giggle, barely audible over the ambient forest noise. It came from somewhere to my left, deeper in the woods.

"Oh, you think this is funny?" I called out, unable to keep the mixture of frustration and admiration from my voice. "Just wait until I catch you, little witch. We'll see who's laughing then."

I was starting to enjoy the challenge more than I cared to admit.

The sound of her laughter, like a silver bell, rang through the forest, drawing me closer. My heart raced as I stalked her, relishing the chase, the game that only we knew we were playing.

“Zach,” she called out, her voice playful, taunting. “Is that all you’ve got?”

I stopped in my tracks, the sound of my name on her lips disorienting. “I have more than you can probably take.”

Silence. The forest held its breath with her.

“Stacey,” I whispered. “Time to come out.”

First, I heard a sigh and then I saw her. Standing amidst the trees, her eyes sparkling with defiance, her chest heaving from the exertion of our game. She was beautiful, wild, and seemingly unafraid.

Our eyes locked, a silent challenge passing between us.

“Let’s end this, shall we?” I said, taking another step forward.

She turned, ready to run again, but I was faster. I lunged, grabbing her arm, and spun her toward me. She struggled, but I held her tight, my body pressed against hers, the swell of her breasts pressing into my chest.

“Please,” she begged, her voice shaking.

I smiled, the mask hiding my expression, but my eyes burned with the thoughts of what I planned to do with her. “I was hoping you'd beg.”

I pushed her against a nearby tree, the impact knocking the breath from her lungs.

I tilted the mask up to rest on my head, exposing my face and she gasped.

Not wanting to waste such an opportunity, I took full advantage, covering her mouth with mine.

The kiss was fierce, savage, a clash of tongues and teeth.

Her hands scrambled against my chest, trying to push me away, but I held her firm, my lips claiming hers with a desperation that I never had for another woman in over 200 years.

Her struggles weakened, and I felt her body press against me, the resistance melting away. My hands roamed, exploring the curves of her body, pulling at her torn sweater and gripping at her hips. Her breath came in ragged pants, and I knew she was close to breaking. Close to giving in.

I pulled away, and I knew from her expression that she caught the way my eyes glowed when my demon form threatened to break free.

“Zach,” she breathed, and I shuddered at the sound of my name on her lips. “What are you?”

I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear. “Your worst nightmare.”