Born werewolf

Chapter5

Darsh took her to one of those uncompleted buildings close to the thick bushes. It was a duplex, yet to be painted, only one of the master's bedrooms in the building was furnished. A bed, rug on the floor, electronics and a fridge. He

placed her on the bed. Brought a bottle of salve from a bag and went on to massage her ankle. She winced.

'Just a sprain,' he told her. 'You will be okay soon.'

She gave a sigh of relief. Treating her ankle might mean he and his cronies won't eat her. She also noticed his fangs had retracted. Or they probably keep their food in good condition first. Sylvia's fear returned, even though she liked his touch on her skin.

He finished with her ankle then removed his clothes, and was completely naked. Sylvia averted her eyes. He stretched beside her on the bed, threw a blanket over his body and closed his eyes.

She didn't know what to do. She lay there like a log, sleep eluding her. She couldn't think of escaping. Those beasts out there could kill her. Darsh remained her only means of survival. He hadn't eaten her yet or harmed her in any way. He was the one who saved her out there. She couldn't find her handbag and phone since she fell on the road. She wondered if her friends and roommates had started looking for her? It would take until close of work later in the day for her colleagues at work to make concerted efforts to contact her. Her family weren't used to calling her every day so they won't start getting worried till a week or so later. She wasn't that close to her step-father, and she and her mother had drifted apart since her mother's new marriage.

She caught herself drifting into sleep and snapped out of it and sat up. She needed to be alert, she told herself. One shouldn't sleep in an enemy's den. Darsh snored lightly beside her. His fine golden brown skin covered in soft dawn of hair in a wavy pattern. His features are calm in sleep. She remembered how those lips had rushed her body earlier that day.

The intense passion they had unleashed together. How she had wanted him desperately. She couldn't believe that she wanted to sleep with a wild beast.

She sat there till the next few hours. Darsh woke up and was surprised to see her awake. 'You couldn't sleep?'

Her glare answered his question.

He got up, the bed sheet sliding away from his body. He seemed not to mind being naked in her presence. Sylvia had to look elsewhere. 'We need to get ready to leave.' He looked her over. 'That dress is no good for the morning.'

'Just let me go.'

'You know I can't do that.'

'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!' Sylvia cried.

'And don't forget the Flayas 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 to 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 her, thinking. He shook his head and sat up on

the bed beside her. 'Maybe I'm your type. Maybe you are my mate.' 'What do you mean your

mate?' 'The female for me.'

'I don't get it.'

'You've noticed I'm not like other men.'

'Not ...human?' She 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.' Sylvia quickly rejected the idea of her 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 her 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, Sylvia thought, he might harm John. Though she hated her ex now, she didn't want him torn to pieces. '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.'

She sniffed, feeling miserably low. She really messed up last night, she thought.

He looked at her for a moment then reached for her, brushed his fingers across her face. 'You are beautiful though. Stubborn or stupid, but you look pretty.'

She let him stroke her face instead of shrinking away from him. His fingers felt sensual on her skin, electrifying. 'I enjoyed the kiss last night.' He leaned forward and kissed her, she didn't respond at first, his tongue was warm against her lips, prodding and pried it open. Her tongue suddenly met his. There the kiss became stronger. He sucked at her lips, his hand bracketing her face, his warm breath fanning her face. Then she was on her back on the bed and he was on top of her. His mouth and hands were everywhere on her body. She gave in completely despite a scream in her head telling her to stop, she allowed him without knowing why. She just wanted to be touched by him. The yearning inside her blew out of proportion within a few seconds and she was moaning softly, her arms spread out on the bed as well as her legs, granting him a free takeover. A blast of a car horn outside stopped him from thrusting into her. He groaned angrily and rolled off her. She quickly gathered herself together, ashamed of her shameless behaviour again, and also thankful that she didn't go further with him. Not after what she 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 opened a wardrobe and tossed her a shirt and a dry towel. 'The bathroom is the door facing this room.'

She obeyed, avoiding his eyes. She managed to have a bath with her numb hands and tormented mind. She wore back her gown and put on the shirt Darsh gave her on top of it. She returned to the room where he was and met him all dressed up in dark jeans and black shirt, thick boots laced. Much as she was terrified of him, she still found him attractive. She just couldn't help wanting him and she hated herself for it. Maybe something was wrong with her. John's betrayal must have broken something inside her. She couldn't be that

self-destructive if she was well.

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

She shuddered. 'Human meat?' He gave her a look. 'No. Beef.' 'I'm not hungry. I just want to go home.'

He pulled out a duffel bag from the wardrobe. 'Let's go.' 'Where are we going?'

'Dugu, North-East.'

'What? I can't go to North-East with you. I have a job! I have a family here.' 'But you want to live? Right?'

She couldn't answer because he had left the room carrying his bag and she ran after him. A dusty Jeep was parked outside. Two huge men sat in the front. They both glared at Sylvia as if to disintegrate her that instant. They said nothing to her but murmured greetings with Darsh.