Chapter 109: Chapter 109

Lucas

I watched her sleep though it had not been induced of her own accord. Ryker had shortened her breath and brought her to me in my room. At first, when I saw her, I thought she was dead because of how limp she laid in his big arms. However, after he explained the lengths he had to go to ensure he returned with her, I took her from him and placed her where she belonged; beside me in my bed. Since then, sleep deserted me, rendering me a guard over her. I threaded her hair between my fingers, combing gently and letting the soft tresses slide away. Her scent was light as she was unconscious but once she was awake, it would fill the air with its mouthwatering vanilla aroma. Her clothes were dirty from wherever she had been, dry clumps of dirt gluing to various areas of the dress. It was ruined for sure and eventually, I had to take them off her to prevent her from developing a rash.

Undressing her came with its own difficulties. She would sigh occasionally in a sensual manner and my lower body would go stiff involuntarily. I was hard from a mere sigh and I had only managed to untie the loops at the back. At last, I pulled the dress over her head gently only to reveal that she had nothing else underneath. Some female lycans wore wide leaves inside their clothes to protect their genitals while those who could afford it wore woven underwears. A patch of hair shaped in a triangle grew on her mound and her breasts rose and fell in lieu with her breathing. The temptation to take one rosy nipple into my mouth held me captive and I knelt almost above her, punishing myself with the view of her sumptuous body.

Suddenly, her eyes fluttered open just as I was about to give in to temptation. Her once peaceful mien turned murderous and she sat up quickly, assessing her state of being in two sweeping glances.

“I’m in your room; why am I in your room?” When she gazed down at her body, her question changed and so did the tempo of her voice. “I’m naked; why am I naked?”

Without waiting for me to give a reply, she fired an accusation at me, poking a finger in my chest. “It was you, wasn't it? It was you who kidnapped me! But it couldn't have been you,” she reasoned aloud, stroking down her cheek with a finger. “If it was you, I would have known. You smell like the forest but this person was dangerous and. . .” She froze and all of a sudden, jumped out of bed, gloriously naked. If I wasn't bent on keeping her from leaving, I would have laid back to ogle her well-rounded ass. It was always a delight to see a naked Miatta.

“Ryker, you sodden bastard!” she yelled, on her way to the door but I plucked her off her feet before she could get there and carried her back to the bed. She fought me even while on her back, slapping at my hands and scratching me with her long nails. I endured, desperate to calm her down but when the use of common sense failed, I beckoned on my inner animal.

“Be calm, Miatta!” I bellowed, my voice rough from the edge to it. My eyes got darker and I finally pinned her hands to the bed, caging her lower body with my strong thighs. She wasn't going anywhere until I said so. My order shocked her to silence and the tension in her wrists disappeared, her entire body relaxing. The power of an Alpha’s command was binding, meaning it could never be disobeyed. Even if her mind was fighting the submission, her body was mine to command. It was a power that most Alphas especially my father abused but I tried to use it only when necessary. It was necessary at the moment.

“I sent Ryker to bring you here. You had no right to dismiss yourself from my presence without my permission. You are my mate and your place is by my side.”

“Well, not everyone knows that and even if they did, not all of them would accept it. Your father would sooner kill me than let you be mated to the likes of me! I am a werewolf; you are a lycan. Such union has never been heard of and it shall not start with us.”

Ryker was right, after all; she was only looking out for me. To the rest of the pack, we were not mates and I already knew how my father would react to the news. Miatta left to protect what we had but I was too selfish to see it. However, I was not ready to dismiss the possibility that we could be together openly in the future. When my father dies, I would become the new Lycan King and then, I could be with whomever I wanted. After murdering my mother, Father took on many slaves and lovers but none would ever replace the void in his soul which his mate was supposed to fill. I didn't want such an existence, a painful deja vû.

“Miatta, I wasn't thinking. Can you forgive me and Ryker?” I added on behalf of the guard because only the Goddess knew what she would do once she had her hands on him. He had gone too far, too extreme even for me and had made himself an enemy in the process. Miatta wriggled her right hand caged by mine and I let it go, wanting to see what she would do. She dragged her index finger across my chest, down the hairy path, around my bellybutton and back up to my throat. Every touch left a stinging heat that disconnected brain waves in my head. She was thinking of what to say and while I hoped it was positive, I wished she would make up her mind already before I broke like an egg.

“Why did you undress me without my permission?” she said, her big hazel eyes looking into mine. Her question was queer and I wasn't sure how I was to respond. It seemed like a trap and she was neither smiling nor frowning. Her face was blank, eyes blinking mysteriously and her lips were pursed patiently.

“I don't need your permission to. . .” I paused, the response I was about to give suddenly sounding stupid in my head. It was her body and I did need her permission but she was mine, in every way that mattered. I just couldn't come up with a reason that would not make me appear to be some possessive overlord. She remained motionless but her finger continued its incessant dancing, occasionally digging her nails into my flesh as if torturing me to give her an answer. So, I gave her a truthful response.

“Your clothes were dirty and I didn't want you to have a rash. Am I forgiven?”

She stopped drawing imaginary doodles on my chest and placed a kiss over my heart. “Do you promise not to treat me like your property ever again?” The storm was over and my Miatta was back.

“But you are my property, baby, my most prized possession.”

The End.