Her Dark Obsession

Chapter 12

***Drake's POV***

It's been four days. Four days since I bit her. Four days of nothing. No change in Cass's condition.

"Drake, maybe you should go get some rest."

I turn away from Cass's frail body laying there on the bed, to find my best friend and next beta, Brian, standing in the doorway.

Hanging my head, I sigh. "Bri, this is all my fault. I should've never-"

"Never what? Fall in love with your mate? You know we rarely ever find our true mate. Why should you give that up? She's the best thing to ever happen to you." He pats my shoulder. "She'll survive. She's a strong woman. You know Cass will make it."

I hang my head once again. "What if she doesn't make it?" I whisper. I wipe a stray tear away from my face, not realizing I was crying. No one needs to see their soon-to-be Alpha shedding tears.

"She will. Don't doubt her, now, Drake." He turns and leaves. I straighten up and finish wiping my face. Turning back to Cass, I realize that Brain's right. I have to believe in her will to live.

I sit next to her bedside and grab her clammy hand. "Cass. I love you. Come back to me, baby. Please... Come back..." I lay my head on the edge of her bed, not letting go of her hand.

***Cass's POV***

My eyes shoot open, suddenly jerking awake. I scan the room and realize I'm not in my bed. It looks almost like a hospital room. my gaze falls on the figure laying next to my bed.

Next thing I notice is that my sight is impeccable. I can see every little hair on the back of Drake's neck. I smell a very pleasant smoky sent. Like he just came from spending time around a fire in the middle of the woods. A soft growl radiates from my chest, before I even know what's going on.

Drake shoots up from his seat. his eyes meet mine and it's as if nothing in the world matters anymore. All I can think about is wanting his lips on mine and my mouth around his thick, hard...

A chuckle snaps me out of my trance. I shake the thoughts away and look up into his eyes. His beautiful, deep eyes...

Before I can stop myself, I shoot my hand out and grab his shirt, pulling him to me. Our lips crash together and fireworks explode behind my eyes. I wrap my arms around his neck, unconsciously yanking out my IV. Our lips in sink with each other, his tongue gaining entrance with no hesitation. I feel one of his hands slide down my back and grab my ass, kneading it in his hand.

After a few minutes of pawing at each other, he pulls away, slightly. "Cass. Calm down. You've just been through a big ordeal."

I shake my head, tracing his tattoos on his bared arms. "How long was I out?" I ask.

He pauses before answering. "6 days."

I stop for a moment, pondering his answer. I gaze up into his eyes, noticing he won't look at me. "Drake, I feel fine. No, that's not right. I feel better than fine. I feel.... perfect. So, look at me and tell me what's wrong." I demand, gently cupping his face to get him to look at me. When he finally does, I can see pain, fear, relief, and... almost like guilt, in his eyes.

"It's my fault you almost died." He states, simply, pulling away from my grasp as he says it. I just look at him, wondering what to think. Then it clicks. "Because you bit me." I say, knowing it's the truth.

"Yes."

A small smile creeps on my lips. He doesn't know what I was thinking when he did it. I take his hand and place it on my cheek. "I wanted you to. In that moment, I wanted so badly to feel your teeth on my skin. I don't know why I wanted that but it was amazing." I grab his chin and force him to look me in the eye.

"I don't regret it one bit so you better not either."

With that, his lips crash against mine with no reserve. There was no stopping our desires, this time.