Call of the Alpha - Part 1(13)
He studied the phone for a moment while holding tightly to her shoulder. For one moment, Jessica could still hear Nancy’s voice, tiny through the speaker. “Hello? Hello, is there someone there?”
The man then ended the call and threw the phone on the couch. “No hospitals,” he said. Jessica thought it was meant to sound stern, but he simply sounded scared.
Jessica pulled away from him, that old fear returning again. “But there’s something wrong with you,” she said.
“Yes, there is,” he agreed.
“You don’t remember your name or what you were doing when I hit you with my car. You were just now hunkered down in my floor, eating meat like some starving animal. And you’re running a dangerously high temperature. And to top it all off,” she said, hysteria starting to jumble her voice, “your wounds are healing like nothing I have ever seen before.”
He nodded, not denying any of it. He grinned thinly at her and she was glad to see it. “I have always had this fever,” he said. “I know that. It’s part of me. So is my ability to heal. As for what you saw in the kitchen…I can only explain that as a failure to control my impulses.”
“Impulses?” she said, her thoughts already trying to decide whether she’d been wrong about the man not suffering from any delusions.
“Yes. I can’t explain it. I don’t remember entirely myself. But what I am going to do is leave you now. When I am gone, you can call whoever you like. But it will do no good. I’ll be gone.”
“Where will you go?” she asked, trying to relay her concern for him in the tone of her voice.
“I don’t know.”
They locked eyes then and when they did, Jessica felt that foreign heat that had been spiking inside of her throughout the last twenty-four hours or so. She recalled the intense sexual pull she’d had while he’d been asleep and now that he was looking at her while those feelings resurfaced, it was like a fire igniting somewhere inside of her.
“But, I don’t understand how…”
She stopped there, not even aware of what she had intended to say. Looking at him, her stomach seemed to roll and every nerve in her body was electrified. It took her by surprise and, for a moment, she was dizzy. Not knowing what else to do, she turned away from him and headed into her bedroom. At first, she started straightening the bed sheets, but she soon gave up and just sat on the edge of the bed and tried to collect her thoughts.
She felt as if she had just plummeted down from the highest peak of a roller coaster. Her knees were like jelly and her heart was racing. But the hell of it was that it was all so exquisite.
He came into the room and looked at her with something like sorrow. “You feel it, don’t you?” he said.
“What is it?” she asked.
He cocked his head to the side and studied her for a moment. After a while, he smiled grimly and went to the bed, sitting beside her. “Once again, I don’t know,” he said. “If it helps, I feel it, too.”
Suddenly, just like that, their roles were switched. She felt it like someone had reached inside of her body and flipped a switch. It was now his turn to take care of her although, as far as she could tell, she was fine. Well, except for this fire and turmoil racing through her.
“But what is it?” Jessica asked. “What is—”
He leaned in and kissed her, moving so quickly that it took her totally by surprise. She shied away for only a moment and then when her body realized what he was doing, everything inside of her seemed to melt. She met his kiss and returned it. It was soft, but somehow fierce at the same time. There was power in it and an explanation to all of the questions she had, although none of it made sense to her in that moment. Her mind calmed, and her body took over.
The kiss lasted no more than ten seconds, their lips barely even parting to accept the other. But all the same, when he drew away, Jessica found herself breathless. She looked into his icy blue eyes and instantly wanted more. The air between them was thick, filled with such an energy that it nearly felt like a physical presence in the room.
He apparently read her anticipation, as he was coming in for another kiss. Ready this time, Jessica met him. Her hands went to his shoulders, drawing him in closer as their mouths met. It was more involved this time, her tongue sliding into his mouth and coaxing his own out. When their tongues met, she let out a sigh and the world seemed to fade away into absolutely nothing.
She slowly turned herself totally towards him and wrapped an arm around his waist. He did the same and before she was aware of what was happening, she was laying back on the bed, his weight slowly pressing on top of her. While her head was dizzy with the kiss, the rest of his body fell against hers. Every muscle she had responded to his body and everything below her waist loosened and became putty.
He broke the kiss and when he did, it was like she had died.
“This,” he said. “This …you want this too, yes?”
She gave a brief nod and then drew his face back down to hers. Then, as if to punctuate that this was indeed what she wanted, she gathered up the bottom of the shirt he was wearing and tugged it up. She could not remove it without his help, so he sat up slightly and assisted. As he lifted it over his head, she took in the sight of his bare chest and abdomen. All of the scratches were gone, even the slight pink marks often left behind by such injuries. He was unblemished now, perfect. It made no sense at all but she did not care anymore as he lowered himself back to her.