Imperious.

Part XXXI: Emilia

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Pages: 118 - 120

E M I L I A -

The heaviness of my sheets weighs down on me, suffocating me, and it takes a moment for me to remember how to open my eyes. As I blink slowly, the darkness of the night makes my head cloud in confusion. Tom and I mated around eight, and we didn't get to bed until about eleven, so how long have I been sleeping?

As I turn to the left side of the room, my body groans in disapproval and the throbbing sensation in my thighs, neck and arms snickers at my easy admission to stop moving, and I don't. Not for another twenty seconds. I've never awoken like this before: tired, lazy, sore, needy. Looking up, I wince and fight through the wave of dizziness that hits me and read the clock. It's three in the morning, and no one's really up. I can hear the quiet snores from children and the whining of dogs to the snow blanketing the dirt from the woods and the cemented streets, but that's about it.

Laying my head back into my pillow, I indulge in it's softness and the comfort it gives. Despite the uncomfortable ache that has taken hold of my body, the warm thread of desire is still prominent, and I doubt it will ever go away. Flashes of last night hit me all at once: the deep, rhythmic thrusts he gave still leave me breathless. His heavy kisses that took away the pain and added onto the pleasure - touching my lips, I can't help but moan. The look he gave me once we'd marked each other, the love, the heat, the want that basked in his eyes... I want more. And the way he took me after: his playful bites on my shoulders and collarbone, the growls in my hair when I moaned, the way he wrapped my hair around his fist before pounding into me.  

   Oh God, why isn't he up?

Slowly moving to face Tom, I smile at his sleeping figure. Getting ready to wake him for another round, I quietly move to him, but as I get closer to his being my stomach clenches in panic.

His face is drenched in sweat, and at his hairline, beads of perspiration form and run down his face alarmingly fast before dripping down onto the sheets from his jawline. His skin is a sickly white and his body gives off waves of irregular heat. This is not normal for his kind, I think. I know humans get sick, because sometimes their immune systems aren't as strong as they should be, but I don't think it's ever like this, or to this magnitude.

"Tom." I whisper before clearing my throat. I can feel his heart beating; it's a bit faster than its normal pace. What is going on?

"Hmm." He murmurs, reluctantly opening his right eye before closing it and turning away from me sleepily.

"Babe please, you gotta get up. Something's wrong." I say urgently, shaking his arm gently.

"Casey, come to my house now and wait in the livingroom. Something is wrong with Tom." I command, choking on my thoughts as Tom seems to struggle to keep his eyes open for more than a second or two.

"Yes Alpha." Casey says almost immediately. Lifting up the sheets, I sigh in relief when I see the band of his boxers along with his black, basketball shorts.

Running into my closet, I hastily put on a T-shirt and sweats. Where is she? Pacing in my bedroom, I watch in angst as Tom's body grows paler, his lips now chapped and his fingernails blue. Waiting anxiously, I think of anything that could have gone wrong. But I come up short, I always come up fucking short, never being exactly what he needs when he needs me the most.