A Jaguar's mate

Ch 1

With the stillness of a statue he stood. Imobile as if petrified his eyes, though scarcely blinking, the only sign he was not a wax model. Their intensity was frightening, inhuman, searing into anything foolish enough to gaze into them, thankfully it was too dark that few passed through. Upon seeing him they scurried away, chilled by a touch of something beyond what they knew, even the women who gave him an apreciative once over still hurried away.
He barely noticed, concentrating on the intoxicating scent that was the single thread to his sanity. A warm blanket upon the chaotic distruction his mind had long decayed into, the one tenuous grip shielding the many innocent from the agonising death he would bring.
She passed here frequently, her scent stronger than anywhere else -as fresh as that morning- he noted. He would wait for her to come by, too weak to chase her down but unable to concentrate on anything but her. Most likely she passed through to and from her work and would soon be by.
His blood churned, need throbing through him at the thought of burrying himself inside her, claiming her after decades of being denied her mere presence. Sweet heat soothing his anguished memories whilst he repeatedly drove into her.
A groan sounded low in his throat, more a growl, as his already hard body hardened even more. Years without any warmth or human touch enflamed his desire. With unsatisfactory images of her across a screen, a silhouette of her ambrosial body, charcoal grey eyes, luscious full lips incredibly long dark hair, creamed coffie skin he had had to suffice. Knowing his debilitating need for her his captors had gone as far as to bring a sweater of hers to his torture chamber. Soaked in her blood, the man who had brought it had casually anounced her death.
He had gone mad. Completely insane, raging and yanking against his chains uncaring as the iron cut into his flesh. For days he had raged, until he had remembered the scent of ice in the blood.
They had collected enough blood from her over time just to toment him! Pretending anguish, he had savoured her scent, wraped it around his being, letting it soothe his broken spirit. Until they had realised his ruse.
He would hurt her, regreatable but inevitable. A taste of her would bring him back to himself and that was paramount, he could not allow himself to hurt other innocents. Wildflowers under the summer sun, that was her scent, with a femininity all her own. She was near and alone. Anger rose in him at her idiocy, even without his kind the park was dangerous at night. She would never make that mistake again after he was done with her.

Fatigue cloaked her, aching her joints and back. She needed rest, a good day of doing nothing more strenuous than fixing her meals. Thank goodness tomorrow was her day off and she could do just that. She loved her new job, would not trade it for anything, but it could be very tiring. A pleasant kind of tiring though, muscles sweetly aching, her heart full with the knowledge she had done an excellent job. It had been a great idea to move, she would have to remember to thank Kev for talking her into it.
Speaking of Kev, he would not be happy with her walking the park at this time of night. No doubt he had already called half a dozen times and was now camped at her front door or coming to intercept her. It was comforting how protective he was, though he tended to be extreme at times.
Looking around at the dark tree lined part of the walkway she was on, Aage suddenly wished she had called him. He wouldn't have minded and she wouldn't have to face the danger she was certain she was in. Her instincts screamed for her to run even though she was sure it would be futile.
Unable to take another step she stopped. Carefully, as if not to court the danger, she started to backtrack, that was when he appeared from behind the tree.
She froze.
He was big! Tall. At least six five, towering over her five foot seven. Muscles rippled on every plane of his body, shoulders so broad no burden could bow them flowed into an expansive chest which tappered into slender hips and... Oh!
He was completely naked! An impressive, long, thick, erect shaft jutted out, so hard and...and impressive!
Wide, fearful eyes flew to his.
She gasped.
Eyes afire, all consuming, steely with no hint that compassion had ever touched their depths held hers. The eyes of a ruthless predator, one who had found his prey!
Before she had moved a muscle to obey the instinct burning in her he was upon her. Her intentions devined. A strong hand cut off the impulsive scream before she made a sound. Horrified she stared at the blood covered iron manacle on his wrist, a thick chain falling from it. She could feel the other bitting into her side where his immovable hand held her to him.
"Shhh Aage, I will not hurt you" he whispered, a low inhuman growl.
Did he expect her to believe him? And how did he know her name?
She kicked him.