Page 5 of Sasquatch's Claiming

“None of your business.”

Ethan just shook his head. “If Adam catches you outside that human’s apartment…”

Ben’s spine stiffened. “What?”

“I saw you the other night. Adam doesn’t know but…”

“Well, we’re not going to tell him that, are we?” Ben growled.

Ethan raised his hands. “I won’t. I swear. Just be careful.”

Ben grunted in response and headed toward the portal. “Bathe or something, Ethan. You smell like calamari.”

“Yeah, yeah. Ass,” Ethan groused.

Ben was going to do more than wait outside her apartment tonight; he was going to make sure that no one came near her. Especially if she was as ready for breeding as Cillian implied. He’d break the law to be with her or, at the very least, leave his scent on her so no one else could go near her.

Bernadette was his.

Even if he couldn’t have her quite yet.

It wasa short walk to the portal that connected to the main portal terminal in Thunder Bay. He opted to take the one portal that went to the central underground hub, rather than the one they usually frequented that took them toThe Lusty Kraken, which was a safe place for all otherworld beings to go. Thecentral hub portal was farther away, but with his quick speed and long stride, it didn’t take too long.

If Adam was going to beat his ass for being near his little human, then he didn’t want his elder brother to catch sight of him in Thunder Bay. Once Ben was in the main terminal, he made his way from the hidden underground network of portals, up to where the humans converged.

He was somewhat of an expert of travelling in the human realm and at night. Her street was at a dead end backing ontoKaministiquia River. This river always bothered him. It was used as a major highway for fur trade, but since that illegal portal was closed under Kakabeka Falls, which was part of this river, there was something not quite right about it. But then again, a lot of the rivers in Thunder Bay had innocent blood in them. Innocent blood and evil waters were a powerful magic, not to mess with. Rivers weren’t always used by the merfolk, but evil things from the netherworld used waterways, especially cursed ones, to travel.

He found his usual perch in the shadows that overlooked her second-story apartment in a squat complex built on the side of the hill. Her balcony door was slightly ajar, which made his hunter senses heightened, and he drowned out all the loud noises of the city to focus on sounds of otherworldly beings and smells, and watched the shadows.

As he lifted his head to sniff the air, her perfume filling his nostrils. It was her. His precious, only there was more laced there. The honeyed scent of her arousal fired his blood. She was in heat. It was hard to fight back the urge to rut with her. All he wanted to do was give her his seed. His cock grew harder, straining against his pants.

Patience.

Ben made his way to her balcony and silently leapt up, standing close to the partially opened screen door. As much ashe wanted to go inside and claim her, he couldn’t, but he wanted to be closer to her so he could always remember the saccharine taste of her from the air. It was dark in her apartment and he could hear the sounds of her sleeping, but there was a quiver in the air of magic. It was not right.

Something had put her to sleep.

And then he saw a dust demon slithering across the floor to the bedroom.

Ben growled, low.

The imp spun around, its vacant eyes widening.

“Mine,” Ben warned. “Leave before I break you.”

The dust demon said nothing, but quickly evaporated back through the sliding glass door and out into the darkness. Ben didn’t even want to think about what that little demonic sprite was going to do to her, but he knew they liked to put people to sleep to have their way with them, or torture them with sleep paralysis.

Dirty little fucks.

The fact one was in Bernadette’s apartment made him angry. She might not remember him, but she was his and he was going to protect her. Cillian’s warning rang in his ears.

Once the sprite was gone, Ben closed the patio door, locking it so no other creature could get inside. Her arousal was thick in the air and he made his way to the bedroom, to make sure she was okay. The moment he saw her in the darkness, his blood ignited at seeing her on the bed, naked with her legs spread. All he wanted to do was touch her plump little ass, suck on a coral pink nipple of her ample breasts.

Every curve of her voluptuous body was imprinted on his mind and on his skin.

His cock stirred, throbbing with need. He wanted to bury himself deeply into her tight, wet little cunt. Ben dropped to hisknees at the foot of her bed, like he was under a spell, moaning and holding back from the urge to touch her.

She thrashed again and bolted up right. Her eyes locking on him, her pulse quickening.