Supernatural Beings Shorts: Volume One

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  The Panther's Stolen Mate

  ISBN: 9781301701360

  Copyright Elyssa Nyte 2013

  Tarrah Rejeus stood staring out her apartment window longingly looking out into the night. She looked out over the city and its lights that had been her home since she was a little girl, but for some reason she had never felt a part of it. She had always longed for a freedom that did not exist for her. She had always felt different, and the night had always called to her, but she was trapped in her current life.

  When she slept, the pull would lure her into dreams filled with the night sky and deep forests. In these dreams she searched for the one person that she knew did not exist in reality. In her dreams he tormented her very soul. She often woke up with tears in her eyes because she knew when she opened her eyes he would meld back into that world of shadows and make believe. And once again, she would be stuck in a reality where no guy had ever stuck around long enough to become something more than a string of one night stands. Guys looked at her body and never considered her to be someone to form a lasting commitment with. She wished that it were different, but it just wasn't.

  She loved to escape to the dark recesses that her mind had created because there she found the soul mate that she would never know in reality. And she knew he was just a dream, but she couldn't let him go. It didn’t matter that she had a successful catering business. It didn’t matter that she was the type of woman who ignored the men around her and did her own thing. She was strong and independent, but on nights such as this one, she longed to be held and taken completely by a shadowed lover. Someone that had been created just for her.

  As she stood looking out the large picture window, she knew no one could see her and her hands slid down over her rounded hips. The silk of her gown slid softly against her tanned skin. Slowly, she pulled the gown up over her hips. She was not a stranger to the pleasure her body could give her, and she knew how to pleasure herself. Her hands spanned her flat stomach and moved further upward to her voluptuous breasts. Squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples, she felt her nipples harden into rounded nubs. Gasping softly, she slid one had down between her legs to the part of her that ached the most. She imagined her lover’s hands caressing and exploring every inch of her body. Two of her fingers slid down between the pinks lips of her pussy. Spreading herself open, she felt the cool air hit her heated flesh.

  She didn’t care if she could be seen from the street below. (She knew in the back of her mind that the tinted glass hid her from view.) Slipping her fingers into her slick canal, she whimpered as she thought of her lover’s fingers spreading her open. Moaning, she imagined him getting her ready for his cock. She slid her fingers back and forth between the pink lips of her cunt. Her eyes opened a little more as she leaned her forehead against the glass. Her rounded hips circled and thrusted as she fucked herself just deep enough to feel the slivers of pleasure that warned her that she was on the brink of an orgasm.

  Her glazed eyes focused on a man standing next to the street light. She was shocked for a short second. She almost stopped, but she remembered that he couldn’t see her as he looked upward. She was too close to cumming to stop and wonder what he was staring at. She imagined he was watching her. She humped her fingers harder as she imagined his cock thrusting inside her. She needed that so fucking bad - a cock filling her aching cunt. She wanted his cum spurting deep inside her. She humped harder against her hand, and her fingers sawed back and forth against her clit. Oh fuck, she was cumming. Moaning loudly, she felt her cunt juices slide down onto her fingers. Breathing hard, she opened her eyes and looked down at the empty street. The man was gone or was he ever there. Bringing her fingers to her mouth, she sucked ever last drop of her juices off her fingers. Wishing she could feed them to a lover, she allowed her gown to slide softly back down over her tanned skin. Turning with a gentle swing to her hips, she crawled into her bed and pulled the soft comforter up over her slender body with a satisfied sigh.

  She fell asleep almost instantly, and she soon found herself in his arms. Her body quivered beneath the comforter as her dream lover slid is large hands down her body. Groaning in her sleep, she began to lift her hips up off the bed. She had never felt this good, and she knew she would die if she didn’t cum soon. Her dream lover laughed softly as he thrust his cock deep inside her body, a body that belonged to him. He couldn’t wait for the chance to get to her in real, but for now, he had her each and every night as she slept.

  He knew she felt alone in a world that she never should have been in. He and his pack had searched for Miranda's child for almost eighteen years. Tarrah's mother was an evil bitch who had took off with a mortal and had given up a child that she never wanted in the first place. These events had caused Tarrah's father to seek his own death.

  And Micah had known even back then that Tarrah was his destined mate. He had barely controlled his rage towards Tarrah's mother, but it was forbidden to kill one's own kind. For the last three years, Micah had been tormented because he knew her in her dreams, but he did not know where she was. But finally, he found her and he was in Chicago to claim his mate and take her back to where she belonged.

  He also knew that it was going to be difficult to convince her that he was telling her the truth. He didn't know how slow he could be, when every part of him hungered for her. For the past two weeks, he had taken her body mentally through their connection that grew stronger with each passing day. He did not plan to wait much longer before he contacted her in his physical form.

  Each night when he left her dreams to allow her to rest, it was becoming more difficult to leave her. His astral form broke contact, and he watched her for several minutes to assure himself that she was resting peacefully. Returning to his body, he walked away from her apartment building. Then, he went down into the subway to find a place where he could escape into the underground beneath Chicago. He needed to transform to give his animal side freedom to exercise. If the panther that he merged with at birth was not allowed freedom ever so often, then he became a mindless beast.

  Tarrah woke at the sound of the alarm clock blaring. She felt exhausted. It seemed like she had been asleep for only a few brief moments. For a second or two she toyed with the idea to call Christina and tell her that she would not be in today. But it just wasn't fair to Christina to leave her with all the work.

  Walking into the bathroom, she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She leaned closer to the mirror to look more closely at her eyes. She had noticed that for the past month her eyes had taken on a yellow glow. Christina asked her about the color because it was at odds with her normal green eyes. She lied and told Christina that it was colored contacts.

  Sighing as she turned from the mirror, she pulled a towel from the rack and laid it on the bathroom counter. Then, she flipped the shower on and stepped into the warm water. The spray from the shower soothed her tired body. She was sore everywhere and felt as if somehow beneath her skin she was changing.

  Rolling her eyes at her thoughts, she finished her shower and grabbed the towel. She wrapped the towel around her body and made her way to her closet. Taking out a dress in an emerald green color, she turned from the closet. Going to her dressing table, she begin to dry her hair and apply her make-up. Putting the finishing touches to her face and hair, she carefully slipped into the dress. She smoothed the dress down over her hips and made sure it fell evenly just above her knees. She slipped into her heels and made her way to the door of her apartment. She steeled herself for another day in a world she no longer wanted to be in.

  She hailed a taxi to her business and along the ride to her office, she felt incredibly frustrated over her state of mind. This was the only world she knew. She did belong here, and she proved it by her current success. But in the back of her mind, there was a small voice that whispered and called her a liar.

  She wished that her parents were still living in the city, but they took off to France. They kept in contact, but she k
new they felt odd around her. They were good to her, but since she turned sixteen they had been uncomfortable being near her. They tried to hide it, but she could sense it. Then, as soon as Tarrah was self supportive, they took off to France. She was utterly alone in a world that she was slowly growing to hate.

  Entering the building, she groaned as she saw Craig walking towards her. He was always making passes at her, and she was sick of it. Plastering a fake smile upon her lips, she greeted him with a pleasant but distant aura. He never quite got the hint that she just wasn't interested in him. He placed both hands on her shoulders and pulled her towards him. He placed a kiss on each of her cheeks, and she had to control the urge to claw his cheek. She was thankful when he released his hold on her shoulders. Stepping past him, she bid him good day and made her way to her office.

  Craig watched the sway of her hips as she walked away. He couldn't understand why she always avoided him. He was every girl's wet dream, or so he thought. Turning back towards the building's exit, he grinned as he stepped out onto the street. Micah watched him with barely controlled rage. He didn't like the way Craig had touched Tarrah, and he fought to control his