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Chapter Five

Cassie

I sigh in relief when I see the Kaye family estate gate. My vision is blurry, but I could identify that gate anywhere. It has been an awful journey, and I can't wait to get home. I trudge on even as my bones cry in pain

My condition has gotten so much worse. My head is spinning and threatening to burst open. The heat from the sun earlier had made the journey even worse. My pores have leaked uncontrollably with sweat. But now, the evening breeze cools me off, leaving my skin clammy and dirty.

I am dehydrated and could use a bottle of cold water. I imagine how it will chill my stomach and comfort myself with the fact that I will get one soon.

I am shaken and disoriented from all the sounds and scents that have bombarded me on my walk home. It was an onslaught that blurred my other senses. My knees buckle with exhaustion, but I push on.

Weirdly enough, people stared at me like I had developed horns on my head. One man had even come close and sniffed me. I had increased my pace, and he frowned sadly, like I stole his candy.

I passed the tennis court right outside the gated residential street the Kayes live on. I usually pass by with no issue, but today, some teenage boys stopped playing to stare at me. Some of them whispered to each other, pointing fingers my way. I could see their eyes shifting from their normal eye color to their wolves, growling at me. They had groped their crotches and cat-called at me.

Their scents had hit me as well. The smells clouded my senses and filled me with dread. I wanted to call them out on their bullshit, but I couldn't utter a word in my state. I preserved the little energy I had left for my journey.

The attention was too much. It clashed with the ongoing pain and overwhelmed my body. I wanted to scream at them for looking at me the way they did.

What was I? A piece of flesh for their gratification?

But why were they acting that way toward me?

I can sense people's scents so strongly now. It is a foreign experience for me.

I usually could sense pheromones, but this was different. When I passed the boys, I could taste their pheromones in my mouth. It made me dizzy and provoked a strong urge to puke. But somehow, I had held it in.

Is this also a side-effect of not using my pills?

The overwhelming sensation in my body won't let me think straight. I decide to bottle up those questions for later.

My stomach growls as I finally get to the gate. The lunch I had managed to eat had evaporated from my body. I struggle slightly as I push the gate to open.

"I'm almost home," I mutter to myself. Hope soars through my body, giving me a boost of strength.

I usually would nod to the security camera, where I know the guards are watching me, but I don't bother now. I'm too weak to try.

I stumble into the compound and hold on to the gate for support as I almost lose my footing. Unfortunately, I end up getting my bag stuck. I cuss bitterly as I struggle to pull it off the metal gate.

What great luck I have.

I manage to free my bag and get rewarded with a sharp pain in my back. I bite my lip to keep from yelping. I am going mad with pain, but I hold it in. No way I am going to lose my shit. My Mom has endured a lot to keep me alive.

All I need is a good rest and my pills. And I'll be back to my old self. Not that I cherish my old self. But it is better than my current situation.

As I walk inside, I can't help but notice how busy it is. The servants are running around on different errands like there's an event going on that I don't know about.

What is happening ?

It sure isn't Leila's birthday today. Her birthday was just before mine, a month ago. There is no event to be held this time of the year. If there was, my mom would have told me about it.

Maybe they have an important person over. But who is so important to the Kayes that they would put in this much effort?

The presence of several people in the same space gets to me. I buckle and gasp for air as a new wave of scents hit me. My head swirls wildly as I follow their movements with my eyes. I am nauseous and again assaulted with the urge to puke.

Not this again.

Some eyes stray my way. Just like on the street, they are looking at me weirdly. But none of the people around me make any move toward me, even as I collapse in pain.

The servants know me and how I'm always at death's doorstep. So they don't really react. They have more important things to do anyway. I just need to get home to Mom. I dread her seeing me this way, but I have no other choice. I know she is worried sick that I am not back home yet. I never stay too long at school. The walk has taken more time than I estimated.

I hate bringing my mom pain. I let out a silent prayer that Eric gets a refill for me. At least that way, I won't be adding more expenses to my mom's plate.

I forge forward, anticipating the warmth from our home that will help calm the unusual sensations in my body. Maybe I'll spend the night cuddled in my mom's bed. I am so close to the corner that leads home when it hits me.

It is the most delicious scent I have perceived in my life. It seems to have blocked out all other scents. I pause and sniff the air, hungry for more. My body vibrates as the scent becomes clearer. It is a male scent, woody and overpowering.

Where is it coming from? Who is emanating this strong scent?

I should be on my way home. Yet, I find myself sniffing the air for more. It is exhilarating and intoxicating. My heart thumps in my chest faster than it ever has.

I crave more. I want the source.

My legs suddenly move of their own accord. I follow the scent as it leads me to the garden, taking me away from the path home.

What am I doing?

I shouldn't be poking around the Kaye's residence. Especially on a day like this. I do my best to avoid the grounds, but I am not in control anymore. It is like I'm being controlled by another being with raving needs.

I can't think straight. No! My brain cells are slowly dying as an animalistic urge grows rapidly in me.

The scent is rich and irresistible. I can't control my urge.

Sandalwood and jasmine. That is what I'm smelling. My mouth waters with the deliciousness I am taking in.

I increase my pace. I don't want to lose the scent.

The pains in my body are slowly residing in the back of my mind. All I need is the source.

I need.

I want.

I crave.

I finally make it to the garden to see a big man dressed in a suit. He is standing with his back to me. His hands are stuck in his pockets as he gazes ahead.

It is him!

The scent is stronger now. He is the one emanating the scent that drives me to crave. He has no idea what he is doing to me. I have no idea what is happening to me.

I want him.

I salivate as he turns to face me. My eyes are unfocused, but I can see him. He stands tall and watches me with beautiful black eyes that glint with a raw desire that matches mine. He has striking, sexy features that would easily attract any woman to him. His silky black hair is cut short, but it's long enough for me to run my hands through it. He is the hottest man I have ever seen.

He exudes raw power. There is no denying that he is an Alpha—a powerful Alpha.

My body tingles with pleasure at the sight of him. He watches me closely, as if I am something his imagination conjured up. I feel wetness form between my thighs when he bites his lips sensually. A purr escapes my lips.

What is that? Where did that come from?

Why am I getting these feelings? Why do I want to tear his clothes apart and lick his skin?

A sharp pain strikes my stomach. I groan in pain but hold my own. There is a nudging inside of me. It seems primal. It seeks some sort of release that I can't comprehend.

My needs are getting feral. I huff in pain.

I need him.

I don't know how, but I feel like he would make the pains go away and satisfy my needs. So, without thinking, I give into my animalistic urge and launch myself at him. I grab his shirt and pull him down to me. When his mouth meets mine, it feels like a high from a lethal drug. I drink from him like a hungry vampire.

For someone who has not kissed before, I am making out like a pro. I am kissing a strange man like my life depends on it.

Big, strong hands grab my butt and press me closer to him. I moan, enjoying the sensation he is causing in my body. I melt into him, running my hands all over his upper body. His muscled structure turns me on more as I press myself into him. I want to be lost in him.

A satisfying groan fills my ears as his kisses trail down my neck. His hand is under my T-shirt in seconds and he plays with my cleavage. He sniffs and kisses around it. I don't even have the presence of mind to be embarrassed by the fact that he can see my very unsexy bra. He doesn't seem to care, either. His hot breath on my skin tingles and fills my brain with sexual chemicals.

When his mouth finally finds my nipple, I lose what is left of my senses. I rip his shirt open and run my hand down his beautiful chest. His heart is beating as hard as mine. We are in this together. The realization gratifies me more than I would have imagined.

As he sucks on one nipple, he fondles the other breast like an expert, while his other hand caresses and squeezes my butt.

This man is driving me crazy.

We grind into each other, needing and yearning for more. Everywhere his hands or mouth touches feels like fire. I am willing to be consumed by it.

In that moment with him, I had long forgotten the pain and discomfort I had experienced earlier on. It is blotted out by the feelings this man is instilling in me.

He kisses me again and I melt into his hands, surrendering myself to his touch. I let him lead the kiss because I want to empower him in that moment. I want him to know that he can take whatever he wants from me, and I will give it to him on a platter of gold.

I have never felt more alive in my entire life. I writhe on his knee that he shoved in between my legs, grinding myself against him with no inhibitions as he moans into my mouth.

It feels like we have been kissing for a long time. Our breath mingles, the air filled with the scent of honey and spice, arms wrapped tightly around each other, like lovers who finally have the chance to touch each other again.

We kiss with desire and urgency, like we're desperate for each other. It is surreal. I swirl my tongue against his in my mouth, feeling the sensation of the prickle of his cropped beard against my face. Then I feel the friction of his tongue against mine as I desperately inhale his scent like an animal.

I am on the verge of tearing off his shirt completely when a crash sends me falling out of my sexual trance state.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" A furious scream cuts through my foggy mind.

I push away from the man to see Leila Kaye standing there, looking at me with daggers in her eyes.

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