kidnapped by the lycan

Chapter four

Michael took me to one of those unfinished buildings near the thick bushes. It was a duplex, yet to be painted, and only one of the master bedrooms was furnished. There was a bed, a rug on the floor, some electronics, and a fridge.

He placed me on the bed and brought out a bottle of salve from his bag to massage my ankle. I winced at the pain.

"Just a sprain," he reassured me. "You will be okay soon."

I breathed a sigh of relief but couldn't shake off the fear that treating my ankle might have been a ploy to keep me in good condition for something else. I also noticed his fangs had retracted. I couldn't help but feel scared, even though I found comfort in his touch.

After finishing with my ankle, he removed his clothes and lay completely naked on the bed, covering himself with a blanket and closing his eyes. I lay there, feeling sleep elude me. I couldn't think of escaping as the beasts outside could kill me.

Michael remained my only means of survival. He hadn't hurt me in any way, and he was the one who saved me out there. I couldn't find my handbag and phone since I fell on the road.

I wondered if my friends and roommates had started looking for me. It would take until the close of work for my colleagues to realize I was missing.

My family wasn't used to calling me every day, but they would start getting worried a week later. I wasn't close to my step-father, and my relationship with my mother had strained since her new marriage.

As I felt myself drifting to sleep, I forced myself to stay alert, one shouldn't sleep in an enemy's den. Michael snored lightly beside me, his features calm in sleep.

I remembered the intense passion we had shared earlier that day and how desperately I had wanted him. I couldn't believe I had wanted to be with this wild beast.

I sat there for a few hours until Michael woke up and was surprised to see me awake.

"You couldn't sleep?" he asked, and my glare answered his question. He got up, not caring about his nakedness, and said we needed to get ready to leave.

"Just let me go," I pleaded.

"You know I can't do that," he replied.

"Why? But I promise not to tell anyone about you. No one will believe me anyway,"

"If I let you go, those two cousins of mine will hunt you down. They will kill you,"

"Oh! God!" I cried.

"And don't forget the Waynes too. For some reason that i***t thinks you are his property, and now we are enemies. I think he was seriously wounded in the fight. You should have just left me alone when I told you last night. You should have just left,"

"I couldn't,"

"But why?, Because you were drunk?,"

"I don't know. It was more than that. I was attracted to you. I was drawn to you. I don't know why? I thought you were my type,"

He was quiet. He looked at me, thinking. He shook his head and sat up on the bed beside me.

"Maybe I'm your type. Maybe you are my mate,"

"Huh?, What do you mean your mate?,"

"The Woman for me,"

"I don't get it,"

"You've noticed I'm not like other men,"

"Not ...human?' I asked him with caution, still not looking at him directly.

"Half of it. I'm human but I also take other forms. It's in my bloodline. So, we also have our mates. Maybe you are a woman for me. I have never been pursued by any woman like that before. I didn't think it was possible. And on the dance floor, it was crazy. I had to use all my willpower not to take you there,"

I quickly rejected the idea of being his mate, "I think it was the drink that made me do it. I was drunk. I can't be your mate. I...I already have a boyfriend," He glared at me dangerously.

"You have a man? Then what did you do with me last night?,"

"I told you I wasn't in my right senses,"

"Where is he?,"

"Who?"

"Your man?,"

"Oh my God," I thought, he might harm Caspian. Though I hated my ex now, I didn't want him torn to pieces, even though he surely deserved it.

"I...I don't know. Could you please put on some clothes,"

"I like it like this. Don't act prudishly, my dear. You were ready to tear the clothes off my body last night,"

I sniffed, feeling miserably low. I really messed up last night, I thought. He looked at me for a moment then reached for me, brushed his fingers across my face.

"You are beautiful though. Stubborn or stupid, but you look pretty," I let him stroke my face instead of shrinking away from him. His fingers felt sensual on my skin, electrifying.

"I enjoyed the kiss last night.' He leaned forward and kissed me. I didn't respond at first, but his tongue was warm against my lips, prodding and prying them open.

My tongue suddenly met his, and the kiss became stronger. He sucked at my lips, his hand bracketing my face, his warm breath fanning my face. Then he had me on my back on the bed, and he was on top of me. His mouth and hands were everywhere on my body.

I gave in completely, despite a scream in my head telling me to stop. I allowed him without knowing why. I just wanted to be touched by him. The yearning inside me blew out of proportion within a few seconds, and I was moaning softly, my arms spread out on the bed as well as my legs, granting him a free takeover.

A blast of a car horn outside stopped him from thrusting into me. He groaned angrily and rolled off me.

I quickly gathered myself together, ashamed of my shameless behavior again, and also thankful that I didn't go further with him, not after what I knew about him. It was just like mating with a beast. He left the room and returned later, wet and rubbing his skin with a towel.

"I just had my bath. I suggest you do the same," he said, opening a wardrobe tossing me a shirt and a dry towel.

"The bathroom is the door facing this room," I obeyed, avoiding his eyes. I managed to have a bath with my numb hands and tormented mind.

I put on the shirt he gave me on top of my gown and returned to the room to find him all dressed up in dark jeans and a black shirt, thick boots laced. Much as I was terrified of him, I still found him attractive, and I couldn't help wanting him.

I hated myself for it. Maybe something was wrong with me. Caspian's betrayal must have broken something inside me. I couldn't be that self-destructive if I was well.

"Are you alright?," He asked me. "You've been staring at me as if you want to have me for breakfast. Are you hungry? There is meat in the fridge,"

I shuddered. "Human meat?,"

He gave me a look. "No. Beef,"

"I'm not hungry. I just want to go home,"