His Touch #1 (Completed on Ream)

Chapter 1

Stalking Him

Stalking, that is what my eyes are doing as they linger over his tight-fitting jeans that hug his firm and powerfully built legs as he strolls down the street laughing with his brothers. Oh, how I wish I can wrap my wobbly legs around his waist and let him hold us both up for hours as our sweaty bodies rub against each other. Gripping the metal pole next to me, I hold onto it with a death grip in case my legs do give out at the idea.

His black muscle shirt barely contains his drool-worthy abs. Each night when I close my eyes, I dream of running my hands up and down his toned chest as my nails leave ownership marks. Just thinking about his body makes mine ache with need. A need that I wish he can satisfy this instant. Screw being outside in the open for all to see, the bushes surrounding me will cover us...somewhat.

My hand fans my face as he bends down to pick up an empty soda can before tossing it into the trash. Please lean over again; your perfect ass is my drug. When it's finally in reaching distance, and he knows the truth, there will never be a day where I do not slap or grab it.

These thoughts are driving me insane with sexual tension. No doubt they will soon get a whiff of it soon with how aroused I am.

This stranger and his friends moved into the small town of Wolf Hollow about a month ago and ever since the first day I spotted him; I've dreamed of doing very naughty things to him. Or how his body will feel against mine as his tongue dives in and tastes my sweet skin.

Squeezing my legs, I take in deep breaths. It's been excruciating these past few weeks. Nothing will dull the ache in my heart and between my legs. More than once I've had to change my underwear because of hearing just his voice or smelling a trace of his freshly churning water scent. It is to the point I carry at least three pairs in my purse if I go into town. Otherwise, I go commando, and it feels uncomfortable after an hour of stalking him, which I have every right to do as he is my soul-mate.

My eyes take in his appearance as he sits down outside with his younger brothers and orders food at the local diner. The female serving the tables gives my male and the others a peep show as she flaunts the soft curves of her chest in their faces. Rolling my eyes, I watch as they once again ignore her like every time and order without a single glance in her direction. These males do not screw around it seems, which not only pleases me but my best friends as well.

Being as Roarke is my mate, we all feared he would be like him. It's the reason why I'm spying on him and not sitting on his lap and laughing with him and his brothers. Nothing petrifies me more than Roarke turning out similar to that bastard.

Sometimes I think he sees me gawking at him, but he doesn't approach to talk or demand a reason why I'm stalking him. There is no way he knows we are mates. Otherwise, he would have claimed me as his the second he saw me, which he has on multiple occasions. Not in the eyes mind you, but he has seen me fleeing.

It has crossed my mind on how he might be teasing me to get a reaction out of me. Possibly driving me insane to the point I'll crawl to him on bended knees and beg to be taken. Only in his dreams will that happen.

Or the more logical thing is, he is too busy with moving his whole pack here and becoming the new town Sheriff that his mind isn't thinking straight and he hasn't caught a trace of my scent yet. I can only pray it's that.

And don't get me started on him in his navy blue sheriff uniform. The first time I saw him wearing it, my excitement went sky high, and I knew without a doubt my scent was carried on the wind to him and all the unmated males in the vicinity.

Of course, my best friend and Alpha saved me by shoving me into his truck and taking me back home. Anthony has been my life saver for years, and I know he will continue to be there for me through this whole mate thing. Neither, he or our group of friends are mated, but for some reason, none of them get turned on by my arousal. We are all lucky to have that as I spend most of my time with them.