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Chapter 5 – Evasion

JPOV

With Kimber back, I was starting to feel normal again. Well, as normal as I could be.

She came back the night before school started. As luck would have it, Kimber got to keep her old dorm – the single just two floors above me. She called me that same night and I ended up sleeping over. Apparently an old flame of hers really got to her before she came back and she needed some companionship. Holding her while she slept was a little awkward, but it was the least I could do. The girl was awesome. As an added bonus, I got a morning blow job. Definitely worth the awkwardness and sleeping on an impossibly tiny double single bed with another person… and getting busted by the R.A..

I had this strange feeling beginning a few days before school started. I couldn't figure out what it was. It felt like my heart was being tugged every which way. A normal person would go to the doctor and have an EKG done, but that wasn't exactly an option for me. Times like this, having Dr. Vamp's number would be convenient. The feeling wasn't exactly painful, but definitely uncomfortable. It seemed to come and go and it was definitely worse when I was at home.

I tried to blow it off. But when I went to visit Kimber that night, I smelled something inconceivably amazing. It smelled like heaven; sweet and floral and soft and definitely that of a female. I wanted to bury my face in whomever the smell belonged to and just breathe it in for days. Then when I was done memorizing the scent, I wanted to run my mouth all over the body of its owner and memorize the taste. It was like fucking heaven.

That pain in my chest seemed to be pulling me down the hall. Fuck no. I will NOT imprint.

It was the only explanation that made sense. I'd seen it in my pack's mind. I knew what it felt like for them. Why hadn't it clicked before? The pain in my chest, and now I was absolutely mesmerized by a damn smell.

Kimber made it easier to not think about it. I did feel a little guilty about thinking of the scent while I fucked her, though. That was wrong. At least she would never know.

I told myself I'd avoid the scent and the pull in my chest at all costs. Maybe I could move to a different dorm. My mind kept fighting my heart. I didn't want to imprint, but part of me wondered if it would help me…if it would complete me the way it had the others.

But I didn't want to be stripped of my right to choose who I wanted to be in love with. Besides, this was fucking college. Not the place to fall in love and plan out Happily Ever After.

Kimber was insatiable the first few days back. We'd only gone a few weeks without seeing each other before she came back for good. Apparently it was a few weeks longer than she was able to handle going without dick. It wasn't a problem for me, though. Then one night she called me to come help her study – translation: I need to get laid. The slight slur in her speech was promising. The girl was kinky when she was sober. Get a few drinks in her and she was a wild woman.

I smelled that heavenly scent in the hall as I made my way to Kimber's room. I was stunned when I smelled Kimber; she had Heaven's smell all over her. It was in her hair, on her clothes, everywhere. In the time that she and I had been hooking up, almost a year, I'd never fucked her as hard as I did that night. I fought the urge to kiss her more…and the urge to ask her who she'd been with and to take me to her.

The next morning was possibly the second most difficult moment of my life. I was running out the door for class when I came up behind Kimber and the sexiest thing I'd ever seen in my life standing next to her.

It was her. Heaven. In the flesh. I knew it was her because the closer I got, the more intense that feeling in my chest became.

I couldn't figure out what to do. At first, I could only stare. Her hair was sort of like Kimber's except browner; she was tall, her waist was narrow and it led down to perfectly curved hips. The small of her back was exposed and served as a nice little tease to what was the nicest ass I'd ever laid eyes on. Focus you idiot.

I shook my head and looked down at the ground. I practically ran past the pair and didn't look back. Kimber said something and I just mumbled back at her. Heaven smelled so fucking good in such close proximity.

Concentrating in class that day was not possible. I was pretty convinced that this girl was my imprint. But did I want to imprint on her? I could avoid it easy enough. All I'd have to do is drop out of school and never look back. With it being so early in the semester, I could withdraw without it even affecting my GPA.

I skipped half the day and waited for Embry outside his dorm. I didn't want to talk to anyone about this, but I had to. And of all the options I had, Embry was the best suited. He never imprinted. He felt the same way I did about it.

He was completely shocked by what I told him. Shocked and without a single decent word of advice. He said to follow my heart. If I followed my heart, I'd let it lead me to her and imprint as soon as our eyes met. My mind didn't want to follow my heart.

The only good idea that came out of his mouth was that we should attend this big party at the Delta house the following night.

NPOV

Kimber and I were invited to some big party Friday night. I felt bad for abandoning Warren two nights in a row, but he seemed to understand. We got ready together in her room. It was fun.

We rifled through each others clothes and cosmetics. Well, it was mostly her rifling through my stuff since apparently I had the better hoard. I couldn't help but look at her while she was changing. She was a very sexual creature by nature and her body was a clear representation of this, down to her matching black thong and bra set. I was pretty sure I managed to look away before she caught my admiration, but I wasn't positive.

We walked into the party with our arms linked. In the short time I'd known her she had become very comfortable with subtle touches like this. I wasn't used to physical contact like that but didn't mind. Odd since she was so much warmer than I was used to, but nice. The warmth was comforting in a way.

Kimber seemed to know everyone. I recognized a few people from around campus but didn't know any of them well. I was thankful she didn't shun me so she could go talk to everyone else she knew. She introduced me to several people and I made small talk with them.

We were having a good time dancing and throwing back drinks. I was only slightly intoxicated when Mr. Hot and Sexy walked in with a friend. Alas, a face to match the fantasies. Dark skin, deep-set eyes, strong brow, high cheeks, and lips that I could see myself getting lost in. I instantly wanted him in so many ways. Ways that I should never want a human. What the fuck are you thinking?

I dragged Kimber to the kitchen before she noticed he had entered. The last thing I needed was a face to face conversation with him, especially not with his fuck buddy at my side. But I wanted to talk to him…among other things.

As much as I was trying to avoid him, my eyes kept roaming the crowd in search of him. I just needed to see his face one more time…to really memorize it. I'd only caught a sideways glance when he'd entered. I needed more. The mind is such a confusing thing. Why must we want the things we can't have?

Kimber poured us a couple of really sugary drinks and shots. I took two for her one. She raised an eyebrow as I poured myself a second shot and tossed it back but otherwise didn't question me. I suppose she thought I was just trying to fit in or cope with nervousness or something. I couldn't tell her the truth – that it took at least three times as much to intoxicate me.

A couple of guys standing around the keg applauded me before we walked over to where a swarm of people were dancing to techno. It wasn't exactly my favorite kind of music, but it was better than being forced to listen to bubblegum pop garbage.

We started out dancing in front of each other but not touching, much like most of the girl pairs on the dance floor. Random guys started to come up behind us and moved with our bodies without even so much as asking if we wanted to dance with them. I tried to politely smile and tell them I wasn't interested, but quickly learned that kindness got you nowhere with drunk and persistent frat boys. I took notes from Kimber who was a bit more aggressive with her approach.

"You see that huge guy over there? The one who stands a head taller than everyone else? That's my boyfriend. He's dangerous," she said, giving random frat boy # 3 an evil glare.

I looked in the general direction she pointed and it was quite obvious she was referring to Mr. Hot and Sexy. He was the only one who stood that tall or could classified as huge. My heart skipped a beat as her words set in. I moved a little closer to her and continued to dance.

"I thought you guys were um…just friends or whatever?" I asked, hoping my faux indifference was convincing.

She looked at me like I'd just asked the stupidest question ever. "We are. I just said that to get doofus away from me. Hopefully he tells a friend. What's it to ya?" she asked lightly.

The alcohol was playing in my favor. Lying was easier when I felt like this. Under normal circumstances I'd get fidgety or be completely obvious when I was about to lie. "Nothing, just curious."

"I wasn't joking when I said you could borrow him, just so you know. I saw him seriously checking you out earlier. You're a catch. Don't expect a commitment or anything, though. He feels the same way I do."

I chuckled. "That makes three of us."

We continued to dance for a while and my mind got lost in thought. She saw him checking me out. Yes!

I stopped counting the number of shots I'd taken after the ninth. We were having so much fun. It was probably the most fun I'd ever had in my life. We seemed to draw a lot of attention and I soaked it up. Much like everyone around us, our dance steps took on a much more sexual vibe after a while.

Kimber's hands roamed all over my body but remained on top of my clothes. I started to notice things about her that I hadn't before. The way she smelled so good, how soft her hair was, the way her shirt clung to her breasts, how smooth her skin was, and just how nice her ass was.

There was no mental battle. The part that usually stopped me from doing things like this was long gone. My back was to her chest and our bodies were grinding together at a much slower pace than the song that was playing called for. Everything was going in slow motion. Her arms wrapped around me and her hands softly ran across my stomach. The tips of her fingers kept creeping higher and higher up my exposed midriff. My hands came up and reached back to play in her hair. Her face was so close to my neck that I could feel her warm breath on my skin. I was completely lost in the heat of the moment.

Nothing important mattered…not that we were surrounded by people, not that she was human and this was entirely against the rules. Nothing.

Then her mouth started moving across my neck. It felt so warm and sultry and amazing and completely foreign. I'd never felt a human's lips anywhere on my body. Just as her hands were sliding up my shirt, someone brought us out of our trance.

"Kim! Hey, let's go get a shot!" Mr. Hot and Sexy's friend said.

She shot him a death glare. "The fuck's wrong with you, cock block?" she slurred.

He pulled her closer and whispered so low that I shouldn't have been able to hear… but I could. "I know she's hot and all, but you guys can't just fuck right here, right now. Damn, at least charge a cover or something. Come on, let's go outside. Bring your friend."

"Fine. Shot first damnit," she mumbled, grabbing my hand and pulling me with her toward the kitchen.

Kimber picked up two bright green shots from the counter and handed me one. Nothing in a shot glass ever tasted good, but these tasted particularly disgusting, like salt water mixed with sugar.

We followed the guy who interrupted us out to the balcony. It was dark but little twinkle lights were wrapped around everything. When Kimber sat down, she tried to pull me into her lap. I went willingly but a pair of strong arms stopped me and sat me in a chair beside her.

"Seriously Embry, what's your problem?"

My brain tuned out their little argument. The words jumbled together and made no sense. I was more interested in the dark silhouette leaning over the banister on the other side of the huge patio. I felt that magnetism thing again and the wind blew his scent in my direction. God, I wanted him something fierce. If only he would just turn around so I could see his face.

"Kimber," I said, tearing my eyes away from him to look at her.

She stopped arguing with the guy named Embry and turned to look at me. "Yeah?" Her tone was much different than it was just seconds ago. All bitterness was gone.

"That's your friend, right?" I whispered, pointing to him.

"Oh yeah. That's him." The lust in her tone when she spoke of him sort of bothered me. How could I feel possessive over someone I hadn't even met?

I watched him for a few minutes while Kimber and Embry talked to a couple of other people that had joined us at the table. The way his hair moved in the wind, the way his shoulders tugged at the fabric of his shirt, his thick biceps. Please turn around. I felt so detached from the rest of the universe. Like we were floating in our own little world. The only problem – he was there and I was here. Too far.

Without even making a conscious decision to do so, I stood up. My legs felt like jelly and if I had any sense I'd take off the stilettos I was wearing before attempting to walk with any amount of grace. What was worse, bare feet or falling down? It didn't matter, I couldn't even feel myself moving, but somehow I was. This was evident because he was getting closer to me though it didn't look like he was moving. Just the smell of him made me wet. Human or not, I had to have him.

I stood beside him and leaned over the railing just as he was doing. I took a deep breath before speaking and my eyes rolled back into my head. Damn, that smell. I couldn't even think straight. I tried to speak but couldn't. He didn't even turn to look at me. Surely he wasn't so drunk that he didn't notice me standing just inches from his side? Why aren't words coming out?

"Hi," I managed to mumble. I craned my neck so I could see his face. Even with four inch heels he was still nearly a foot taller than me. Too fucking gorgeous.

He still didn't look at me. "Hey," he spoke just barely above a whisper. Maybe I shouldn't have tried to talk to him. Maybe I was making a complete drunken fool out of myself. What the fuck was I thinking? Of all the times to approach him, I chose to do it when I was so drunk I could barely walk.

"I'm Re… Ne…" I stammered. I looked away from his face hoping it'd make it easier to form coherent thoughts and complete sentences, but it didn't.

"Ness. I know. You're Kimber's friend." He sounded so disinterested it actually hurt my feelings.

I tried to take a deep, cleansing breath but was once again assaulted by that damn scent of his. I felt my legs shake and let more of my weight rest against the banister so I wouldn't fall. I must have looked like a complete idiot. I wanted to run as fast as I could into the woods. On the other hand, I wanted to tackle him to the ground and fuck his brains out.

Just when I was about to make a further fool of myself, I heard someone scream from behind us. I looked back to see Kimber's face pressed against the glass of the patio table in a way that couldn't have been comfortable or intentional. She was unconscious. Embry was shaking her and lightly slapping her face but she didn't respond. Jacob left my side immediately and went to Kimber. She wasn't moving or even grumbling. She was lifeless.

"Kim! KIMBER! Can you hear me? Blink your eyes or something. Move your hand. Is she breathing?" Jacob asked as he gently shook her.

Embry brought her face to his cheek. "It's shallow, but she's breathing. Heart rate sounds okay."

I was making my way to her as well when suddenly everything went black. I was fairly certain my eyes were open and I could definitely hear sounds but I couldn't move or see. I assumed the thud I heard was my body hitting the floor because I could faintly feel something hard against my face. It smelled like wood. Definitely the floor.

I was vaguely aware of a lot of yelling and hot arms around my body. I was able to think enough to realize I was in a car and I began to freak out, but I couldn't verbalize any of it. I couldn't even move. The hot arms came back. I tried not to think of what was happening to me. I was completely defenseless. I tried to fight but couldn't move my body at all. Instead, I thought of pleasant things…like how my meeting with Jacob should have gone, how good the warm arms felt, how I could still smell him, how I would give anything to be in his bed and this all be over, his body all around me, burying my face in that long hair of his, moaning his name, kissing those perfect lips I'd barely gotten a chance to see.

My senses returned little by little. First, there was mental consciousness. Where am I? How long had I slept? What the fuck happened? I listened carefully for a moment and heard two heartbeats plus my own. They were both very close to me. I took a deep breath through my nose and felt much better. No recognizable sexual scents, only the smell of Jacob and Kimber. I was pretty sure I was on Jacob's pillow because it smelled too damn good to belong to anyone else.

I finally opened my eyes and could barely see anything. It was pitch black. I went to get out of bed but stepped on what could only be a human. Jacob jerked up to a sitting position and looked at me startled before looking down at the floor.

"Hi," I mumbled, still feeling pretty out of it. "Can we talk?"

"Yeah," he groaned while stretching.

Holy fuck, he was shirtless. Please don't put a shirt on. Please don't put a shirt on. How was this guy so damn blessed? Then he stood. His basketball shorts hung low on his incredibly sexy pelvis. My eyes stared greedily. I didn't even care if he noticed. I looked down his legs and gave appreciation to his strong calves. I couldn't help but imagine what he'd look like hovering over my body while thrusting in and out.

He cleared his throat and I felt my face turn bright red. "You coming?"

Almost, I thought to myself jokingly. "Yeah."

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