Chapter Four

Oh

My

God.

This can’t be happening.

There’s no way a complete stranger was kissing me and I was allowing it.

I raised my hands, meaning to push him away. I swear I had every intention of pushing him away, but then parted my lips with his tongue and I lost every single resilience in my body.

His tongue was cold - I observed as I sucked on it slowly. And tasted like Applesauce.

My hands, which were supposed to push him away, found the knot of his tie instead, and in the next second I was using the knot as a handle, pulling him closer with equal, desperate intensity.

I moaned, a low sound swallowed by his mouth, my fingers digging into the crisp linen of his shirt.

He broke the rhythm only to bite my lower lip, and the immediate sting shot a white-hot current that made my muscles clench and sent a dizzying pulse straight down my core.

Fuck.

I leaned closer, fighting for air, stroking his tongue with mine, tasting, sucking, grabbing everything my hand could find—the hard plane of his chest, the solid bone of his shoulder—anything to anchor me to this impossible reality.

His hand grabbed my waist, squeezing my flesh so tight as if he was scared I’d disappear.

Fuck.

My breaths were coming in deep shallow pants which mirrored his too.

Fuck, I wanted more.

His lips were so full and soft and just like his tongue tasted like sliced applesauce.

And that taste drove me crazy… because it brought a searing metallic taste that was pure need.

A need that exploded in my core, radiating outward in a paralyzing wave of heat.

More.

I wanted to scream, grabbing his shirt.

I needed more.

Needed to taste…to have…

His palms came up, cupped my breasts and every rational thought in my head suddenly evaporated.

Closer.

The word was a silent, frantic scream, in my head.

I needed to be pressed against him, needed the hard length of his body against mine to somehow temper the fire I was suddenly riding.

I dragged my mouth away, gasping for air that felt thin and useless, my eyes wide and dark with sudden, terrifying desire.

Who was this man?

Why did every cell in my body recognize and demand him?

The need was almost consuming me alive, confusing me with its urgency, but the confusion was a whisper against the roar of instinct.

I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, could only feel the demanding throb deep in my belly, and the spasm of my pussy…crying out for his touch.

My hands released his shirt only to grip the lapels of his jacket, and without conscious thought, I pushed off the passenger door, scrambling, intent on straddling his hips.

I needed to feel him under me, needed to close the agonizing gap between our bodies.

Then he was kissing me again.

He broke the kiss with a ragged, guttural groan of "Damnit," wrenching his head back.

Before I could process the abrupt loss of contact, his hands were on my hips, shoving me back into my seat with surprising force.

A disappointed groan left my lips at the sudden distance which felt like a sudden tearing, leaving my skin chilled and my whole body yearning.

He slammed a fist against the steering wheel, and dragged his fingers through his hair in frustration.

I gasped, struggling to drag air into my lungs, but my heart was still racing, my body still on fire, burning with the desperate, confusing need of him.

But at least the small distance brought a bit of sanity back to me.

Just enough sanity for me to take a deep breath, and ask him the first question I should have asked.

"Who the fuck are you, and what do you want with me?"

He took a deep breath and turned to me with a cold look in his eyes that would have sent most women running.

But I wasn’t almost women.

“This…this was a mistake. This wasn’t supposed to happen.” His voice was slightly shaky, and from the very impressive bulge in his pants, an obvious sign of horniness, and the beads of sweat on his forehead, I could tell that he was feeling every bit of fire and need I felt.

“Wasn’t supposed to happen?” I raised my brow trying to keep my voice steady, “You dragged me and started assaulting me in your car, mister.”

“Assault?" His mouth twisted into a humorless smile. "Baby, I barely touched you, and your body was already trying to climb out of your clothes. You were clawing at me.” He paused, his gaze burning over my face, “Hell…I can still smell how wet your pussy is right now. Assault? If I didn’t stop when I did you’d be begging me to fuck you in the backseat.”

My breath caught.

Damn him for being right.

Damn him for being so blunt, so vulgar, so exactly the kind of dangerous I’d always been drawn to. The kind of man who said exactly what he meant without pretty words or pretense.

“Whatever.” I murmured, looking away so he couldn’t see how his words affected me.

“But this…” he gestured between us, his jaw clenched tight.” is a mistake. It won’t happen again.”

I looked at him and almost wanted to laugh at his words. Even now, it was taking a huge deal of self control to stop myself from grabbing him again. Even now, each breath I took seemed to just stoked the burning flames higher.

Even now all I could feel was the need to be fucked by this beautiful stranger.

‘It won’t happen again?’ Yeah, I highly doubt that.

Especially with his arousal still evident, straining against his pants, as if it would break free any time soon.

His breathing was still uneven, chest rising and falling too quickly. His knuckles were white where he gripped the steering wheel like it was the only thing keeping him from pouncing on me.

“What did you do to me?” I asked before I could stop myself.

This all-consuming, desperate need to be claimed by a complete stranger couldn’t be normal. He must have done something—drugged me, used some kind of pheromone, something.

“Trust me, everything you are feeling right now, I feel them too. I have no idea what is happening either. I have no idea why your scent lights me up which was why I couldn’t resist kissing you. I don’t know why it feels like I can’t think straight or even function if I don’t tear your clothes off and fuck you right here right now, until neither of us can remember our own names”

I swallowed, as the vivid images of him ‘tearing my clothes off, his naked body covering mine, him moving inside me,’ flashed through my mind.

Fuck!

I need to get myself together. This isn’t part of the plan…I need to get my head on straight and figure out what the fuck was going on here.

“Who are you?” I asked again, my voice firmer now, “What do you want from me? What were you doing in my house?”

I had so many questions.

“Yeah I guess I should have gone straight to the point instead of grabbing you like that. My bad” He said with a grimace, “well allow me to officially introduce myself. My name is Enzo Cesario but you can call me Enzo. To the outside world I’m a mafia Don - which isn’t a lie. I do run big operations across three continents…but beyond all that? I’m actually a breed.”

A breed?

What the hell does that mean?

As if reading my mind, Enzo responded, “A breed is more like a human with an animal DNA.”

“That doesn’t make any sense. It’s not possible.”

“You’re right. It shouldn’t be possible.” His voice took on a bitter edge. “But about thirty years ago, a brilliant, completely insane scientist figured out how to make it work. He discovered a way to inject humans—usually children, because their bodies adapt better—with DNA from various animals. The process transforms them into half-breeds. Monsters wearing human skin who possess all the characteristics of the animals they’ve been matched with.”

Horror crept up my spine as he continued.

“These children are then trained. Broken down and rebuilt as perfect soldiers. Living weapons with enhanced abilities, programmed to obey their masters without question. And then they’re sold to the highest bidder—crime lords, corrupt governments, private military contractors. Anyone with enough money to buy themselves a superhuman killing machine.”

My head was reeling with his words because I’ve never heard of something like that.

There’s no way it’s possible.

“I’m a wolf Breed. Which means I’m stronger than ten normal humans combined, faster than anything on two legs, and my senses are so advanced I can track someone by their scent alone from miles away. That’s how I found you here—I followed your scent.”

Damn.

“Okay. So let’s say you aren’t crazy and everything you are saying is true. What does that have to do with me?”

When he looked at me, the expression on his face made my heart sink because somehow, a deep part of me knew what was coming next.

“Kamari…it has everything to do with you. That mad man I mentioned is responsible for this sick operation?”

He reached out and took my hand. I should have pulled away, but I couldn’t move.

“He’s the same man you are looking for.”

“What?”

“Yes. His name is Edgar, and he made me the monster I am today,” hatred and disgust flashed in his eyes but it was quickly gone, “and the thirty two kids he abducted…he plans to do the same to them. Including your son.”

Including your son.

My stomach turned. No way…

“No…that can’t..I won’t let him..”

“That’s why I’m here.” Enzo’s grip on my hand tightened, “I want you to join me, Kamari. We have the same enemy here, so what do you say we join forces and take this bastard down. Because trust me…you do not want to imagine the hell your son will be subjected to in that mad man’s hands if he gets injected.”