Chapter 8

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I ran. Like a fucking coward. Ran out the store, hopped in my car, and drove away. I didn't even go home because I knew if I did, Eli would have my head for almost killing a guy from a kiss. A fucking kiss.

Something was wrong with me and I needed some answers. First, I just about threw my best friend down the stairs, and now I'm killing people with a kiss? I knew just the place to go.

As I pulled up to my parents' house, I could still feeling a humming in my veins, aching for something, but I didn't know what it was. None of their cars were in the driveway, but I still jogged to the door and knocked, hoping they were there.

"Mom? Dad?" I knocked on the door again, but there was no answer. I waited for about a minute before sighing and giving up. It was almost midnight, so there was a slim chance of them being home. My parents were party animals.

I got back in my car and drove, feeling a pull in my abdomen in a certain direction. Following my instincts, I continued driving until I ended up in the last place I would ever think to go to.

ELIXIR. Eli's club. Parking, I sat back for a second, taking a deep breath, the humming in my veins intensifying by the second. I watched people stream in and out of the club, the music getting louder every time the door opened.

I got out my car, locked it, and jogged to the entrance. The moment I entered, the sweet scent intensified, almost making me groan. The bass of the music created a pulse in the club that I could help but get sucked into.

The smell of sex and sweat filled the air and I wasn't repulsed one bit. My body seemed to be craving this atmosphere, almost like a drug. A man walked by, clothed in nothing but a collar, and I could sense his arousal. It was intoxicating.

Before I could stop myself, I grabbed his arm and he looked up surprised. "Submit." The words rolled off of my tongue, as if they belonged there, and I watched his brown eyes flash bright blue, and he knelt down, head bent. I fisted his hair tightly, ignoring his gasp.

I crouched down beside him, letting my eyes drink up his features. His chiseled jaw, minimal facial hair, wide shoulders, long hair....

My nose slowly trailed up his neck and I inhaled his scent, a flash of heat igniting in the pit of my stomach. I could feel his pulse thrumming like a hummingbird's wings and I felt tempted to take him right then and there and make him mine.

"Mine." I whispered, pressing my lips against his jugular. I opened my mouth to suck his skin, but I was yanked back forcefully, pressed against the front of a man, from what I felt on my ass.

"You don't wanna do that." The man whispered in my ear and it didn't click that it was Damien until later because I watched the sub's flashing blue eyes turn back to his original brown. He blinked and looked around, confused.

"What the-" He got up, blinking rapidly and looked at me, a small shudder passing through him before he frowned and walked away.

"You don't want to cause a scene by claiming someone else's sub, now do you?" Damien asked, running his hands slowly down my arms. Before I could answer, I felt the energy around start to crackle with electricity and I watched the scene around me bend out of shape until it was unrecognizable. A strong gust of wind slammed me and I gasped, struggling to breath.

I could still feel Damien's hands on my arms and I watched the club turn into a room. One of the rooms in the club. Damien let go of me and I inhaled sharply, slapping a hand over my mouth to stop myself from spilling the contents of my stomach.

"What the fuck just happened?!" I yelled, closing my eyes for a second while I controlled my urge to puke. "Why did I-" I ran a hand through my blonde hair, gripping it before throwing my hands down. "Why did I do that to that guy? Submit? What the fuck is that? I've never done anything like that before." I ranted, starting to pace.

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