Golden Lycan

Chapter 10

Vivian’s POV

Chapter 9

“I want to leave here with you. We are mates correct? I want to be alone with my mate.”

I had thought it over and I didn’t really want to be around a room full of coworkers and strangers while I was trying to get to know my mate. I also want nothing more than to be alone with this beautiful man. Standing there with him and not touching him is driving me crazy. Me and my Lycan want nothing more than to be back in his arms, my goddess he had felt so right. Leaving this party early may draw attention to both of us, but at this point I don’t care.

“You want to leave?” Giancarlo asked. I could see I had caught him off guard. “Well, that sounds amazing and I would like nothing more than to whisk you away right this minute.” I can tell he is having some kind of inner debate. “I will make you a deal. We stay through the meal and discreetly make our exit directly after. I don’t want to draw too much unnecessary attention our way. It would draw too many questions about you and I, as the humans know, we have only just met today.”

His reasoning makes sense, but now I am even more embarrassed that I was bold enough to ask him to leave with me when we had only just learned each other’s names. Once again, feeling the need to run and hide takes over and I hastily take a step back even further from Giancarlo. “I’m so sorry I should not have said that, I didn’t want to offend you. Maybe, I should head to the lady’s room and you can return to dinner.” Turning to make a speedy exit, I didn’t even make it two steps before I felt his hand on mine, pulling back to face him.

I don’t fight to get my hand back as I love the feeling of my hand being engulfed in his much larger one. I did not have the courage at the moment to meet the eyes I could feel, staring down at me. With a hand on my chin, he applies slight pressure to bring my head up. “Please look at me Vivian, I want you to understand something.” Finding my courage, I meet his gaze and my breath catches, without a blink Giancarlo says to me, “If I leave here with you now, I will not want to let you leave my side. You will be marked and mated this night. I want you to be fully prepared for all of me because that is what you will have, all of me… heart, mind, body, and soul. We have a lifetime together, one hour to keep up appearances will not change the fact that tonight you will be leaving here with me.”

I can see clearly in his eyes that he means every word he has spoken. “You still want me as your mate even after I have completely embarrassed myself multiple times? You accept me as your mate knowing nothing but my name?” I am awe-struck by the pull I feel towards this man. He could tell me the moon had fallen to earth and I would never doubt it. If this is what the mate pull is like when we haven’t even kissed, I cannot imagine what will happen once we are marked and mated. Now I see why my brother and his wife are so attached to one another.

“Alright, we will stay and I will explain to my brother that I will be leaving with you.” My answer must have been what he wanted to hear because the next thing I know, I am being pulled into his arms and his lips are on mine. At first, his kiss was gentle and soft, but as I lean into him, he must've taken that as a sign of my willingness and his kiss changed. As the kiss deepens, his tongue runs along the seam of my lips seeking entrance. Opening to receive him, I find myself crushed ot his body, arms gathering me so that every part of me is touching him, his one hand is at the nape of my neck holding me in place while the other is at the small of my back molding me to his body. I don’t know how much time has passed, but he is learning what I like, his tongue rasping against mine, taking complete ownership of my mouth, and I have no inclination to stop him. My hands are fisted in his shirt under his suit jacket, holding on tightly for fear my knees might give out. I had absolutely nothing to fear as his hold would not let me fall. This kiss is carnal and consuming, this is what the romance novels speak of, a kiss that makes your toes curl in your shoes and leaves you wanting more and more.

It was the sound of footsteps approaching rapidly that finally caught my attention. He must have heard them first because, without missing a beat, he pulls me into the room next to us and closes the door silently. The room is completely dark and quiet. Still holding me close, I can feel and hear his heart beat hammering in his chest in tempo to my own. Yet outwardly he is calm and in control. The opposite of everything I am feeling at the moment.

Following his lead, I remain quiet and still as we hear whoever is coming closer to our hiding stop when I hear a voice I recognize and another that I had only heard for the first time tonight. “Where could they have gone? You don’t think they left, do you?” I heard my brother ask. “No, he would not have left without at least mind linking us first. And I have the car keys. They cannot have gone far. Let’s go back into dinner. We have already drawn too much attention to the fact that they are missing from the party. We don’t need to add more speculation to the situation.” Beckham stated. He must have turned to head back because the footsteps were fading back in the opposite direction.

“Do you think they know we are in here?” I asked, already knowing the answer. “Yes, they knew. They were directly outside of the door, probably having followed our scents. Beckham said what he did to give us a warning that we need to get back as soon as possible because people have started to notice our absence. We should head back.” After saying this, Giancarlo still made no move to open the door or to let me out of his embrace.

“We cannot go back if we do not open the door, Carlo.” I am not sure what he was waiting for but he was sure to tell me. “I am struggling.” He says and I’m wondering if he means he is struggling with the door. “I’m struggling not to stay here and continue to kiss you to my heart’s content. I know we should return but, with the taste of your lips still so fresh on mine, I am struggling…” he left his sentence to hang right there and now I cannot stop smiling, knowing that my kisses have just as much effect on him as his has on me.

Drawing a deep breath, I reached up blindly with my lips and gave him a peck on the chin while reaching my hand behind him to the door knob. “We must finish this dinner. Once we leave here, I promise you can kiss me as much as you want.” I give this promise hoping this will give both of us incentive to move. It must have worked. Giancarlo released me to move away from the door to give enough room to walk out. Taking my hand in his, we walked back to rejoin everyone else. Holding my hand securely in his own the whole walk back, I am left feeling off balance when he releases my hand as we reach the entrance to the dining room. Gathering my senses, I realize that for appearances sake we must walk in as if our entire futures have not changed.

For the next hour, I made small talk with colleagues. Wandering about the gathering doing my best to make sure no one saw me trying to covertly catch sight of Giancarlo. After that hour, I felt I had done my due diligence and it was more than time for me to make my get away. Walking up to my Micha and Issa, I let them know I was heading home. “Hey guys, I’m pretty worn out, so I’m going to head on home.”

“Aww, okay we will go with you.” Issa says, but I can tell she is still enjoying her time and conversation with the group she was standing with and, of course, my doting brother would stay anywhere his mate wanted to be, so I kindly implore, “No, no you two stay. You are having a good night out and I don’t want to take you away. I’ll catch an uber home and see you guys there later.”

“She just wants to leave because her new mate has been surrounded by women all night and paying very little attention to her.” This was from Micha. “He’s not worth the effort if he can be in the same room as you and still flirt with other women sis.” Giving me a small smile, I know he feels like what he is saying is supposed to make me feel better. What he doesn’t know is that we had already made plans to be together once we leave here and Giancarlo hasn’t taken his eyes off of me since we came back into the dinning room. And the real reason I was ready to go was that the last time our eyes met, Giancarlo mouthed the words ‘Ready to go’ to let me know it was time to make our escape.

Not wanting my brother to have any bad ideas about my mate, I simply replied with a partial truth. “Micha, we can hardly be all over each other in front of the humans when they know we only just met at the school a few hours ago. He is doing what he came here to do, get to know the people he will be working with, as he should. As for flirting, I’m not bothered by that, he is obviously the most attractive man in the room.” Knowing that this last part would prick his pride a little, I made sure to turn away before he could see my triumphant smile. Putting my brother in his place every now and again was necessary. Alphas like him always wanted to think they were the best thing since sliced bread.

“Ohhh, you definitely poked his pride with that last remark. Have a good night, friend.” Issa mind linked me with a little giggle. Knowing she would know how to sooth his ego, I continued on my way out of the house. Stopping to thank our host, I make my farewells and headed to get my coat. Once I am standing outside, I pull out my cell phone to arrange for a ride. Before I can type in the numbers, I get hit with that smell I have come to know as my mate.

“Were you planning to leave without me?” He was standing directly at my back and I could feel his peppermint-scented breath against my suddenly overly sensitive ear. “I won’t let you get away from me so easily, little beauty. You are stuck with me now.” Saying this I can feel his hands slide around my waist almost possessively and I am enjoying every moment of it.

Turning to face him, I found myself chest to chest with the most amazing man I could imagine. His scent is intoxicating and I could revel in it for decades and never get tired of it.

Feeling brave and excited, I responded, “I was hoping you would take me somewhere where we could get to know each other better, just the two of us?” I replied with my best attempt at a sexy grin. I feel like my entire future hinges on this moment. I want to go with him and explore these feelings and find out everything there is to know about this man but, at the same time, I don’t know if I am ready to reveal everything about myself. There are too many people who would use the fact that I am a “Grayfur,” for their own sinister and self-serving reasons. There is also the risk that once my mate learns of everything surrounding me and my family, he might not want to deal with the pressure. My family and all that these titles entail, may be a little too much for him to handle. I mean prophecies, unknown powers, secret plots and villains set to use me as a tool to take over the supernatural world, is a bit too much for me to handle. I can only imagine what a new mate might think or how they may feel.

A sexy smirk plays on his lips, “You must have read my mind.”