Chapter Four: Continued

Quickly he stood brushing past the woman like she was nothing. Head down, eyes low. Lifting the collar of his jacket to hide his face as he unwilling began to bare his teeth. Pushing the door with such force that the top part fell from its hinges. His breathing heavy, sounding like a demon breathing in the dark. Forcing his way through the wide-eyed pale faces of Paris. Nearly knocking one man over as he rushed into the hotel they stayed at. Passing and putting the fear on a child’s face before entering the stairway for the other floors.

Running up the stairs nearly breaking into the room slamming the door behind him. Throwing his hands on the vanity that came with the hotel looking at himself in the mirror. His hair danced like a lion's mane around his face. Eyes that were once a foggy grey came off like a deep golden yellow. Beads of sweat dripped from his skin drenching his shirt. His teeth turned into the fangs of a lycans as he tried to gain control.

Claws digging into the marble vanity crushing the stone to powder underneath his touch. He shook his head violently, removing his jacket and shirt. His muscles rippled violently as he continued to break out in a sweat. Panting, hyperventilating, on the verge of passing out. That’s when he caught it.. Her scent again. That sweet sweet scent. Then.. he felt it.

Her soft hands slowly crept up his shoulders and then back down his chest. Her fingertips tickled his skin. His eyes closed and his head slowly leaned back. He could feel the edge of her lips running over the lower part of his shoulder blade. The heat of her breath caused goosebumps to rise and his heart to skip a few beats. Then her hands shot to his pants and he snarled. Grabbing her wrist with his mighty hands and in a rough hungry manner flung her in front of him.

Clutching her thighs and hitching her up on the vanity. Dragging her legs over his waist. Her hands over her head held by his as he closed the gap between them. Taking her lips fully in his. Hungry for her. His body had ached and yearned for her for so long. Running his tongue up her neck before biting her earlobe. Her nails in her chest. Moans in his ear.

“STOP YOUR TORMENT!” His voice was dark and husk. Ragged breathing as he broke away from his mind’s fantasy. Aroused by how real it felt annoyed it wasn’t true. His frustration causing him to beat the marble vanity in front of him until it was nothing but powder and broken glass. Montai had gone mad. His claws coming out clutching his head digging into his temple as he screamed into the ceiling. His hand’s sharp claws as they landed on the floor. His head shooting up piercing yellow eyes and fangs speaking only two words. “She’s mine.”

~ Three nights later ~

Lelani was always the last one out of the quaint little bookstore at the edge of the small little town in Paris. The only real peace she had been able to find since her encounter with the men from the restaurant. They had this odd demeanor that was almost… nonhuman. The scent of coffee and dusty books stained her clothes. Headphones in her ear as she hummed silently to herself, mind still stuck on her previous encounter. Usually, Lelani was on guard but for some reason, she was in such a blissful state she failed to realize the stalker hiding in the shadows.

In pitch blackness, on a silent night, a black cloth bag was thrown over her head. The keys in her hand dangled to the floor and she kicked so violently the store’s front door shattered. The alarm began set by an owner already gone began to blare through open streets. Her kicks wild as she thrashed about screaming. The whole situation seemed to move in a bit of a fast but swift motion for her.

She felt a man’s arm around her waist. Felt hoisted into the air as she fought the best she could. The next thing Lelani felt was a gust of wind. This followed by a grunt from the man holding her. Last was her ass on the concrete sidewalk. When she removed the bag from her head she saw three men in burglar hoodies. Clearly caught off guard by the four men that caught them in the act. Three men unknown but for the four she could see she realized they were the same strange men from earlier that day.

When the one that had the strange demeanor came towards her Lelani got to her feet and broke out in a sprint.

Eyes watery and a deep burn in her chest as she ran all the way home to a small condo. Running up the stairs. Fumbling with the key as she damn near fell inside her small living space.

When she was inside her home she slammed and locked the door behind her. Able to get in one short breath before another bag went over her head and she was trapped in darkness once more.