Chapter 2 The Forbidden Night.
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POV: Kaelira
I fell forward, bumping myself on the coarse bark of a tree as I breathed in a jerky and stinging manner. My heart beat was too quick, my flesh too tender, and the pains within me were increased with every moment.
This wasn’t normal.
This wasn’t natural.
I said to myself, “Think,” and I laid my palm against my forehead, as though that would make me stand. “Just think.”
But it was more difficult to think.
The deeper I went, the more the forest appeared to be closing in on me and the more my body responded in a manner that I could not ignore. I had to have a place to rest. Somewhere to hide. Somewhere to escape whatever this was before it got any worse.
It was then I saw it.
A dim light, scarcely seen in the woods.
I stood still and looked at it, not knowing whether it was real or it was a mere creation of my mind. But it remained, unchanging and unvarying.
A cabin.
I was relieved so abruptly that I nearly fainted.
I didn’t think. I didn’t hesitate. I walked to it as fast as I was able, forcing my way through the last strip of woods till the small building appeared full before me.
It seemed to be deserted, but the interior light told otherwise.
I got to the door and hesitated with my hand just over the handle. A second of doubt came. I did not know who could be inside.
But I could not do otherwise.
I opened the door.
The coziness of the interior struck me at once, and the slight odor of wood and something more, of alcohol.
The cabin was simple, nothing like the palace. An old table, a chair, a slim bed against the wall. And in the midst of it all, bending back in that chair where he had no other place to go, was a man.
He didn’t react right away.
His head was thrown back a little, one arm was carelessly resting at his side and the other was holding a half-full glass. He sat in a relaxed manner, but not calmly. It was reckless, as though he did not care about anything that surrounded him.
I moved carefully in and the door creaked behind me.
That was sufficient to arouse his interest.
His eyes slowly opened, and as they came to rest upon me there was a moment of confusion before it changed to something more cutting.
“Who are you?” he said, in a low and rough voice, as though he had not spoken in a long time.
I gulp, and I realize how I must appear, all dishearten and flushed and obviously out of control.
“I… I did not intend to come in,” I hastened to say. “I only…”
My speech was stopped by another wave of heat, which was more intense than I expected. To support myself, I clutched the side of a table near by.
He looked a little more closely, and was more attentive to me. “You good?”
“I am not,” I said, my voice trembling. “I just….I had to run away. I just… I needed to get away.”
He looked at me a little longer and then uttered a sigh. “Then you chose the wrong place to run to.”
I didn’t respond to that. I didn’t have the energy.
I then turned my eye to the glass which was in his hand, and then to the bottle which lay on the table beside him.
I stepped up, and without giving it a second thought, I reached out to it.
He didn’t stop me.
I poured a little into a glass which had nothing in it, and gulped it down, hoping it would stifle whatever was going on in me.
It didn’t.
It sharpened it, everything, if anything.
I sighed, and put the glass down, attempting to get myself in control once more.
Be careful, fellows, be careful, he said, observing me. “That will do you no good as you think it will.”
“It is too late”, I said to him. “I simply want to get out of it all.”
He gave a mute, humorless laugh. “Appears we get along.”
I looked at him, and saw how his grip tightened a little on his glass.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
He reclined once more, his head on the chair, with his eyes fixed up to the ceiling. “The next day I am expected to stand before a complete pack, and tie myself to a person with whom I have virtually no acquaintance. They call it mating, I call it a prison.”
“You don’t want to get mated?” I asked.
“It’s not about want,” he replied. “It’s about what’s expected.”
I made a small sigh, knowing more than I wished to know.
“I was compelled to do something this evening too,” I said.
His eyes went back to mine. “Does not seem that you did it well.”
“I ran,” I said plainly.
He looked at me a second, then nodded his head. “That will be two of us, then. I did not go very far.”
A momentary, startled smile drew at my lips.
There was a moment of relaxation in the room.
But my body could not forget what was going on.
I was struck another heat wave, more powerful than the first, and I was obliged to lay hold again on the table to support myself.
His face grew, and his attention became more attentive.
“You’re in heat,” he said.
I shook my head a bit, and my breath came in irregularly. “I know.”
“What did they do to you?” he questioned meekly.
“I do not know,” I said. “But it’s getting worse.”
Now he was so near that I could feel the warmth of him, and grounded me in a manner nothing had before done.
“You ought to go,” he said, but his voice was not very convincing. “I am drunker than hell, and my third leg is being tempted by your smell. Get out before I do something we all regret.”
“I don’t mind,” I said, and so fixed my eyes on his b***r.
“You don’t mind?” His voice, with a touch of amusement, asked.
“I-I’m in heat.” I replied.
“Come here.” He said, tapping his lap.
I went to where he was, and sat on his lap, my eyes never leaving his b***r, worsening the heat in my lower part.
“You want this?” He questioned, and slowly caressed my lip with his finger.
“Hm.” Came my answer as I bent.
The remainder occurred in an amorphous cloud of intimacy, and lust, necessitated by circumstances as much as anything that we could not describe. It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t logical. It was just that it happened as neither of us prevented it.
In that cabin time had lost its meaning.
There was no outside world.
When everything had calmed down, when the intensity of the moment had just begun to subside, I felt it.
Pain in my neck...intense and sudden.
His teeth pierced my flesh, and I breathed in.
He had branded me his mate!
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