Of course, as anyone who’s honest will say, promises are easier to keep when you don't have a gnawing, screaming hunger exploding within your body, mind, spirit and soul. Like you're into withdrawal from some drug you're addicted to. And while driving Greg back to the Beast, there was no part of me that was not howling for relief from that need.
Problem was, I only had so much time in which to work. As noted, the craft's repairs were close to completion. I could sense it...and the beast had grown more and more impatient as I had taken longer and longer to find, capture and bring in each meal. My reasoning that I had to be careful was shrugged off. That's why the last five captures had been in this town; it was the closest city with a decent college and large enough population that no one would notice a few missing men, too quickly.
Of course, I could have hit Las Vegas again. It was only an hour farther away and the ease of hunting there would lower my stress levels. But the serum only lasted two hours, and the last three times the guy had come to during the drive and caused something of an issue. Dents in the van’s walls showed that. Still, you do what you must if you don’t want to get caught.
I began to get nervous, because I was in the last residential area of town on a road that headed straight out to cut through farm fields and the occasional crop of trees. To even reach the desert was another forty-five miles. I'd chosen it because it was also rarely used and there was little chance of being noticed or stopped, but once I was out there it was almost certain I would pass no one and certainly, even if I did, they wouldn't be worth forcing myself upon.
I was about to turn around and pass close to the college to see if some guys with early classes were up and around when...
A man ran across the road, up ahead.
Early morning run, looked like. I slowed to get a better look. He continued down a side street of cookie-cutter homes, so all I really saw was his back as he ran on. But gym shorts and a T-shirt showed that while he was bit on the stocky side, he still had a good build. Hair on his legs. Lovely ass churning. He would more than do, and the Beast would be happy with him as a second meal for the craft.
The next street was a cul-de-sac, so I turned in, pulled around and came back, then snuck after him. I loved watching how he ran. Glorious legs whisking along. Fine ass pumping. Strong arms. Broad shoulders. Longish dark hair held in place by a bandana wrapped as a headband. He'd never been messed with, you could tell.
Good for him...and me.
I casually drove past him to catch a glimpse of his face. Mid-thirties, looked like. Smooth features enhanced by a goatee. And his chest was exquisite. On top of that, it looked like he had a nice package, because his sweat had made the shorts cling to his skin and reveal he was in a jock. Oh, my merciful heavens, all my needs blended into one.
Several houses down, I pulled into a driveway, left the van running, dipped my thumbnail into the beast's serum, and scrambled out to hide next to it, waiting for him to run past.
But when he appeared, he was looking at the van and saw me before I jumped him.
He managed to yell and twist away, so all I got hold of was his shirt. It tore half-off as he spun around and punched me, howling, "Help! Help!"
I used the shirt to yank him back to me, slammed a hand over his mouth and scratched his neck with my nail as he struggled and kicked and bounced his lovely ass against my dick, making me even crazier with lust. But in seconds, the serum had him and he was limp in my arms. Holy fucking shit, he was even better looking, like this. A Greek statue.
I carried him around to the side door of the van, yanked it open and tossed him in to beside Greg. I was about to climb in to bind him when...
“Tom?!”
I jolted and saw a woman in a bathrobe, framed in the door of a house across the street, watching me, cell phone in hand! The second she noticed I’d seen her, she leapt inside and slammed the door.
Oh, this was not good.
I yanked the sliding-door closed, scrambled into the driver's seat, slammed the van into gear, backed onto the street and peeled off. Turned left onto the long straight road and booked it out of town, fast as I could.
Okay, it would probably take the cops a good half-hour to get themselves geared up for a search. Might want to bring in aerial patrol. She may even have gotten the license plate number so they could notify other police departments. The road I was now on led though another small town, so I would have to avoid that.
A few miles down, I turned onto a two-lane rural road that would lead me between open fields to another that would still take me to the 190...but it twisted and turned up through the hills. Still too conspicuous for my satisfaction, but better than the straightaway. It’s just, it would add nearly an hour to my drive time.
Meaning I wouldn't be able to stop to have fun with my second capture. Hell, I didn't even want to take the time to bind him and check him out, just yet. Which hurt, because he looked almost as good as Greg. But at least this shock had kicked me back into self-control.
Damn, was I pissed with myself. Nearly three years I'd been helping the beast, without a hitch. Well, except for that one mistake with the black guy. Which I had not repeated.
Since only about a third of the guys I'd grabbed were white, there had been no alerts for an unusual number of missing men. The Latinos, people would assume they got caught by Border Patrol and deported. Black guys? No one in authority really gives a shit about them.
And the white guys? I'd been using a hundred and fifty mile radius to work in, and only rarely would grab one who was with friends...like Greg...so there were no official warnings to be more vigilant, anywhere. No connecting any of the disappearances, yet. Bare mentions in the media about it. Meaning there was little reason for the cops to care or connect the dots about me. I'd been doing fine.
Then to pull something stupid, like this, just because I was horny? It was embarrassing.
I now wondered if the beast would allow me to keep living.
