The Wild One

Chapter Six-Unedited.

So What did you guys think about Kayden's escape?? :3 Do you think he's going to catch her? *insert evil laugh here*

============================================

Kayden's POV

Have you ever felt completely free? Well that’s the exact word to describe my existence for the past three months. And I haven’t been bothered, or caught, or put in a cell once. Ive been traveling around the world; seeing different places and different things. I’ve been reading new books, and learning new cultures, and trying new foods, and meeting new people and making new things. And it’s amazing.

I have been everywhere ive dreamed of and more, and I don’t plan on ever stopping. I love traveling, I love everything about seeing new places, just because their new. I love not having a home, im a nomad. I love not dealing with my pack, don’t get me wrong I like my pack, I don’t like pack life. I love not staying in one palce longer than a week, and I love knowing if I want to go back , I can whenever I want because there's no one and no thing that can stop me. Im free. And I love every second of it.

Each city I walk through by day, and at night, I go to clubs and party. I love trying the new kinds of alcohol that come with each different city, or country, or even continent. I love seeing drunk people dance to loud music and strobe lights. I love flirting with bartenders. I love making wild new friends. My contact list on my phone is probably 5 digits long. I have met so many people and made so many new friends, I probably know everyone in the world, and if I don’t I know one of their relatives. This is the life. This is literally the life.

The only thing I've kept on me the past 3 months is my small carry on backpack, and my small duffel bag, that I don’t have to check through customs. All I carry with me is clothes, cash, my phone, and my boxing gloves.

I know what you were expecting; you were expecting me to miss Jase and run back to him. Ha. Nope

I don’t miss Jase even a teeny tiny bit. I haven’t given him a second thought, hell I haven’t even give him a first thought. I know he’s looking for me, and I know he hears my wolf calling to him at night, I've come accustom to her constant howling and whining, and crying. I've also successfully learned how to ignore her and push her to the deepest parts of my mind. I haven’t even shifted in three months; I'm enjoying my human life. Pack life is embracing your wolf side, but I'm a nomad now, a human nomad. This is living life to the fullest, in the literal sense.

I felt the familiar bump of the airplane touching the ground a few times, I pulled my earphones out and woke up fully. On airplanes is the only time I sleep, if I'm on the ground I'm busy seeing stuff, or partying.

I got off the airplane, pulling my movie star glasses on my head I slung my carry on over my shoulder and grabbed my duffel bag and just held it. I got through the gate successfully like thousands off times before. Where shall I go next? That always seemed to be the question. I found my way to the board that’s lit up with destinations and times, I always find myself here. I checked my phone for the time. 9:55. I dropped my bags at my feet, and looked over the board.

There was a flight leaving for Cozumel, Mexico at 10:45, and there's one leaving for New York at 11:00. New York or Mexico. Ha. Mexico. I don’t do cold weather. Time to call Jarred, and see if he was still in Mexcio. I pulled my glasses off ad put them in my carry on, and accidently dropped it before I could grab my phone.

“Miss me” an all to familiar husky voice said from behind me, muscular, tan arms wrapped themselves around my waist entrapping me, sending tingles throughout my body and goose bumps on my skin. I felt a hot breath on my neck, sending chills down my spine. My back was pressed against a solid wall of muscles, and lips found their way to my neck. My stomach knotted and my breath hitched in my throat.

I held in the moan that wanted to escape my mouth. I closed my eyes savoring the moment, my muscles involuntarily relaxed against him. I knew exactly who it was. Jase.

My eyes snapped open “Shit” What was I doing? I'm a fucking idiot. Im back to cussing again. he really does bring the most colorful vocabulary out of me.

“Hi sweetheart” he murmured against my neck. Fucker had the nerve to kiss me. Great let’s just make the bond stronger. Why don’t you go ahead and mark me dipshit?

I elbowed him “do you mind, get off” I muttered while trying to shove him off of me.

“No, your not getting off that easy sweetheart” he told me, its like he was made of fucking brick, how does that happen?

“now listen babe” he told me, I still struggled against the hold I knew I would never win against.

“Don’t struggle or ill mark you right now” he told me and I froze immediately. He wouldn’t. I swear if he marks me without me saying so I'm going to punch him in the throat.

“Are you listening?” he asked, I nodded. I'm so fucked. I'm so fucked its not even funny. Its fine ill just play along until he throws me back in that cell and I'll improvise. I'm fine he’s not going to mark me or fuck me, and I'm fine. I know he won’t do it against my will, because if he would he would have don’t it by now.

“I'm going to take you home, and from right here to until I say so, you don’t ever break skin contact with me, and if you do, you don’t get a foot away from me, or I'll mark and claim you when I catch you, and I don’t care where it is or who’s watching, understood?” he asked, he was talking lowly in my ear so we wouldn’t draw attention I'm guessing, I should start screaming right now, if I could breath.

His close proximity was getting to me. His scent was even better then I remember it. It was richer and more powerful. God I miss that scent. He knows what he’s doing. Stupid fucker. He put my body to his, his hot breath is hitting my neck, the kiss, his scent. I'm so fucked.

“Understood “I breathed back.

“Good” was all he said. He turned my waist so I was facing him, making sure our bodies didn’t have a millimeter of space in between them. He still looked the same sexy man who just walked in the room and chicks’ panties were dripping wet. I would say I miss this, but I never had it, so when I leave this next time I can actually say I miss it.

My arms itched throw themselves over his shoulders and my hands itched to be tangled in his hair. If he wasn’t so fucking tall I probably could. His face was inches from mine. I'm not kissing him.

“I'm not kissing you” I whispered, and I swear he shivered.

“Very well then” he said and picked me up and slung me over his shoulder. I groaned loudly.

“Seriously this again? I am capable of walking” I complained.

“I know but carrying you is so much more fun” he told me, his hands traveling up the backs if my thighs.

“Watch the hands” I growled lowly. He picked up my two bags and started towards the door. Guess I'm not going to Mexico today am I?

He carried me out to his black truck and threw my stuff in the backseat and threw me in the passanger side.

“Don’t move” he warned.

“I thought I was supposed to be a foot from you at all times?” I asked.

He just slammed the door, I went for the handle, but it was locked. Did I expect it to be opened? Honestly did I really expect him to just leave the door unlocked. Stupid me. He got in on his side. I was about 3 feet from him, since his truck was so big. Haha I'm a rebel.

___________________________________________

So did you guys like getting into Kayden's head, when she wasn't all mad becasue of Jase? She's actually pretty cool little chick if I do say so myself.