Chapter Thirteen

Jeremiah

I just finished taking a shower after having dinner with my brother. It had been quite a long day, and I really needed to feel refreshed.

My thoughts drift to Cassie. I wonder how her talk with her mother went.

Just as I am about to head to bed, I hear the doorbell ring. My head jerks up, my heart quickening. The wolf within me stirs, its ears perked up, as if he is sniffing the air.

I step out of my room, heading through the living room to the door. The doorbell rings again, more insistently this time, like the visitor is pressing it multiple times. My brows furrowed, I grab the doorknob.

When I open it, my world tilts on its axis. "Cassie?" I breathe out.

Cassie stands before me, her eyes wild and her hair disheveled. Her scent hits me like a tidal wave, a potent mix of her sweet pheromones and desperation.

My wolf surges forward, its instincts screaming at me to claim her, to mark her as mine.

I act quickly, closing my eyes for a bit, while pushing out my pheromones in a bid to protect myself and calm my crazed reaction. I focus my energy and envision a protective shield acting as a wall between us.

The air around us seem to vibrate with tension as my pheromones mingle with hers. For an instant, it seems to work, her eyes fluttering closed as if seeking respite from the turmoil within her.

But then, Cassie's eyes snap open and I'm quick to realize that using my pheromones as a shield was a mistake. It was like trying to stop a tidal wave with a paper umbrella.

Cassie's gaze is on me, her eyes burning with a feral intensity. Possessed. That's what she looks like. She seems possessed by some primal force.

A low growl rumbles in her throat as she leans in, her movements fluid and feral. I brace myself, my heart racing with anticipation. She sniffs me, her hands warm and trembling, grasping my arms, pulling me into a fervent embrace.

Her face presses against mine, her lips hot and insistent as she nuzzles my skin. Her tongue darts out, tasting my neck, leaving trails of fire in its wake.

Her fingers roam my body, exploring every bulge and contour, as if seeking to claim me as her own. Her touch is both tender and savage, a contradictory blend of passion and possession.

My fists tighten as I feel myself succumbing to her wild allure, my own wolf stirring restlessly beneath my skin. I inhale sharply, trying not to enjoy the pressure of her full breasts pressing against my chest. Cassie sniffs my neck, purring like a hungry beast.

"Cassie, there's only so much temptation a man can take before he breaks." As I whisper the words, my voice is barely audible, husky with restraint.

Cassie's eyes are fixed on mine, her pupils dilated with a primal desire that threatens to consume us both. Her hands move with a life of their own, her fingers brushing against my pants with an electric touch that sends shivers down my spine.

I grasp her wrist, my grip firm but gentle, as if holding a fragile bird that might take flight at any moment. I'm not sure if I'll be able to resist her touching my dick which is hard as hell.

The air is heavy with tension, our breathing synchronized in a primal rhythm that echoes the beat of our hearts. My own heart races like a wild animal, trapped in a cage of flesh and blood. I'm torn between the desire to surrender to the inferno that burns within us and the need to protect us both from the consequences of our actions.

Just as the inferno threatens to consume us, Eric's voice shatters the spell, his words a cold splash of water that douses the flames.

"Cassie?" Eric's voice cuts through the lusty haze Cassie is in, his tone laced with confusion. He appears in the doorway, trying to assess the situation. "What's going on?"

Cassie's eyes flutter, her gaze unfocused as she struggles to regain her bearings. She looks at me, her eyes wide with confusion, as if awakening from a dream that was both vivid and terrifying.

"Cassie. Hey, look at me. It's all right." My voice is low, husky with emotion.

She looks at me, her eyes wide with confusion. "Jeremiah?" she whispers, her voice barely audible.

I nod, my heart still racing, my body still thrumming with the remembered touch of her hands on my skin. "Yeah, Cassie. It's me."

With a startled cry, she jerks back, her body colliding with Eric's as he tries to calm her down. "Oh my God, what have I done?" she exclaims, her voice trembling. "Why did I do that? I'm so sorry, I didn't even think." Cassie's words tumble out in a frantic apology, her voice laced with panic and disbelief.

"Cassie, Cassie!" Eric shakes her shoulder, trying to calm her down. "Let's go inside before you send the entire building into a frenzy because of your pheromones." His voice is a soothing balm, a gentle melody that seeks to ease the savage beast that threatens to devour us both.

Eric leads a trembling Cassie inside while I stay outside for a bit, spreading my pheromones to mask her scent with mine and also to calm my raging dick.

I stand frozen, my senses still reeling from the aftermath of our encounter. My heart still races, my body still thrums with the remembered touch of her hands on my skin. I know that I'm teetering on the edge of a precipice, staring into the abyss of my own desires. And I'm not sure if I'll be able to find my way back.

I groan as my dick swells with blood, growing even harder.

Fuck!

That was the hottest thing that has ever happened to me. It's a no-brainer that I'm attracted to Cassie. I've been attracted to her since the very first time we met.

It's been hard trying to keep my attraction to her at bay. But I had to. I couldn't act on it until I was sure she felt the same way. It's a sweet torture seeing her walking around so oblivious to how I feel about her.

I am like a moth attracted to flame, who doesn't care if it gets burned or not. Cassie is all I see. Her blue eyes invade my dreams, painting vivid images of us rolling in the sheets.

I see images of me thrusting deep into her. I want to occupy her thoughts, be the one to hear her moans. I want to see her face contoured in pleasure.

I imagine her warm legs snaking through and over mine between the sheets. I imagine her being hot and wet between her legs as she grinds on me. I think of grabbing her by the hips and flipping us over, yanking down her panties and diving down, taking her in my mouth.

I want to do nothing but feel her and taste her and smell her, make her smile and sweat and come.

I close my eyes. "Jesus," I pant, licking my dry lips.

Rubbing the sweat off my neck, I peer down and see my dick tenting my pants.

Fuck.

I swallow hard, blinking rapidly. My cock throbs so hard underneath my pants, itching, desperate for her touch. I've never been this turned on in my life and from what? Just a little touch from her?

I scoff lightly, my lips tugging into a little smile. I must look like a weirdo, standing outside my apartment, smiling while leaning against the door.

I can still feel her soft curves pressing against the hard ridges of my body. How good her mouth felt against my neck. It was surreal.

It took every ounce of my restraint to prevent me from taking advantage of the state she was in. I know she wasn't in her right mind. Normal Cassie wouldn't have mustered enough courage to come onto me like that.

Feeling a knot wind painfully tight inside me, I run my hand over my face, trying to rub away the shame. I shouldn't be thinking of her in this manner.

After a couple of minutes of me taking in deep breaths and thinking about dying chickens in a bid to soften my cock, I walk back inside.

There are tears streaming down from Cassie's eyes. Eric's arms are wrapped around her, comforting her. The air is thick with questions. Lot of questions.

My eyes fall to Cassie's mouth, remembering the feel of it on my skin, and another rush of heat coats my chest. I avert my gaze, running my hand through my hair.

"I've found out everything," Cassie mutters, her voice raw. "All the secrets about myself."

Her red-rimmed eyes fall on me, seeking a semblance of familiarity. I give her a subtle nod, urging her to continue.

I share a glance with Eric, a silent understanding passing between us.

We're shocked as she talks, telling us how she's the illegitimate daughter of Mr. Kaye and her mother had been forced to give her the illegal blockers.

If she's been on those blockers since she was a baby then it makes sense that she couldn't shift.

Her lips tremble as she admits, "I feel strange. Like something in my head has been suppressed, but now it's waking up."

I take a deep breath, my gaze falling on Eric once more. I begin, "Now I really don't think you're shiftless, Cassie."

"I'm really not?" she says breathlessly. It had been speculation before, but now it suddenly seems more concrete..

"I believe your wolf was suppressed before, and now, it looks like it might be coming out soon."

Her eyes grow wide, while her body trembles. There's a bit of a silence as Cassie exhales sharply, grabbing her hair.

Suddenly Eric makes a small sound of surprise, grabbing my attention. He silently gestures to her hair.

My eyes fall on Cassie's hair which is entangled in her hands, and I see a strand of white hair hidden in her brown hair.

What is going on here?