Bound

Chapter 6 - Voyeur

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Dmitri

It has been two days of torment. Two days since I was introduced to Sky's scent. Without even knowing what she looks like, I am already slightly obsessed. I would blame it on my lack of female company of late, but it's more than that. It's her voice, her unique scent, and then to top it off, the smell of her arousal before she left the diner. I was obsessing over whether I was the cause or if it was someone else. I couldn't stop thinking about any of it. There was also that almost indistinct smell of rose on her, indicating that she was a virgin.

The smell of a virgin is the hardest to identify. Usually, werewolf elders, healers, and those with superior smell, such as us Lycans, were the only ones that could identify that hidden scent. When werewolves bind, they find their true partner through scent first. That scent starts the binding process. The issue is not whether they are a virgin.

The problem is that if they meet with the virgin scent being pronounced or clearly identifiable, it would be confusing when it disappears after the deed is done, which is what happens. This alters their significant others' scent effectively. Thus, genetics has essentially hidden this scent from the masses and limited its detection to the few. Male virginity smells like cloves. The scent is attached to gender, no matter the species.

Virginity aside, I still couldn't pinpoint my increased interest in this woman. It wasn't that I was binding with her. Our species can't bind with a human as it's dependent on a mutual ability to smell the other's unique scent, and humans cannot smell at that level. I was used to women looking at me and having a reaction, so I wasn't sure why this time it was different. It must be her, then.

For the last two days, I have kept imagining what she looks like in my mind, in my dreams, not wanting to ask Ivan in case he got wind that my interest was more than just whether she was a threat or not. He was already suspicious about why I could scent her, and he couldn't. Something that equally disturbed me. Some can mask their scents, but it doesn't make sense that Sky would have done this, or I wouldn't have picked it up either.

I'm positive once I see her, my curiosity will be satisfied, and this slight obsession will fade into oblivion. There was no way I would become involved with a human, so there was no need to arouse my beta's suspicion. Too complicated trying to merge two worlds together. Even though I knew Ivan could get Sky's home address for me, I didn't want to ask him. I managed to obtain it by looking up her business registration details online. We had access to that type of information which was coming in helpful in this instance.

I was silently making my way through the forest to her house on the outskirts of town. It wasn't far, and I found it would be relatively close to my new residence currently erected on the Jacobson land.

I wondered why she lived way out here instead of living more in town, but according to Ivan, the town was very close-knit, and they didn't like new people. Something that was going to be a challenge for us, no doubt, which is probably why Sky has opted to live here. 

As I approach the side of Sky's house, I can feel the anticipation building up inside me. I sniff the air, scenting her. That smell. It has quickly become my favorite. The sound of her movement places her in a room adjacent to where I am. It must be the kitchen as a ping of the microwave sounds, followed by her opening the door and removing the contents.

Keeping to the shadows of the pine trees, I silently edge closer. Moving around the side of the house, a sunroom comes into view. Fairy lights are hung from the ceiling, shedding soft light on the room. Plants and jars are all over on shelves and hanging next to the windows. Open sliding doors lead inside to a lounge area. My eyes focus on the entrance of the sliding doors as I hear her footsteps approaching. My heart is trying to escape my chest with its frantic beating. And then she appears.

Fuck. My imagination has not done her justice. She is gorgeous. At 5'5" tall, she is curvy but not too much that it's in your face. It's subtle, but it is probably why you look twice because you just catch a whisper of it the first time, bringing you back for a second look. Her hair is up in a messy bun—a mixture of locs and curly red hair. Little whisps have escaped and are framing her face.

Her skin is fair, and she has light freckles dusting her studded nose and cheeks, so light you really have to be observant to notice them. Just above her cute nose sit the most gorgeous big hazel eyes. Eyes currently assessing each of her plants, but which I feel could see into a person's very soul. She has perfect light pink lips currently wrapped around a spoon full of pasta. I don't think I have ever envied a spoon more.

My eyes travel down her pajama-covered body to her feet. She really is perfect. She moves adorably around the room while she eats, unaware that I am perving from a distance. She has an innocence about her that is almost tangible.

Unconsciously, I almost step out of the dark when she comes to a halt by the window closest to me. Realizing this, I jolt backward, praying she didn't see the movement. Geez, what is wrong with me? She stills, her eyes focused on where I am standing, hidden in the shadows. After some time, she shakes her head and returns inside, closing the inner sunroom doors and curtains behind her.

Listening to her make her way around her house, I remain hidden in my spot. I stay long enough to observe all the lights switched off as she prepares for bed. I mentally punch myself when I think of sneaking into her place to watch her sleep. Fuck. I need to stay the hell away from this woman. This may prove difficult as no being, not even my own species, has appealed to me as she has in all my centuries of being alive. This is not good.

Not waiting to hear her slow, steady breathing as she falls asleep, I turn, spotting a figure in a clearing to my left. In the blink of an eye, I'm standing in the now empty spot, making me second guess what I saw. Inhaling deeply brings nothing but pine and nature, not unknown scents that usually accompany what I just saw. My keen eyes take in every detail of the surroundings, but nothing indicates someone was just here. No footsteps, no broken branches. Nothing.  

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