The Betrayed Luna's Three Alpha Mates

9. “MARK ME”

DENISE

I couldn’t deny that I was surprised to hear Brandon suggest that I be his assistant, but seeing how he wanted me to stay low-key, it certainly seemed like the perfect way to stay by his side without attracting any sort of suspicion.

I let out a sigh of defeat before responding. "Okay, Brandon, I'll be your personal assistant," I said, my voice steady, "but only on one condition."

Brandon's eyebrows quirked in curiosity, and he leaned in closer, his lips almost grazing my ear. "And what's that condition?" he murmured, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.

I mustered all the confidence I had, my tone dripping with seduction as I looked up at him through my lashes. "I’ll be your assistant, on the condition that you satisfy me whenever and wherever I demand it. What this means is that when and where I give the go-ahead, you have no other choice but to make me yours," I said, my words hanging in the air like a challenge.

To my surprise, Brandon chuckled. The sound was deep and melodic, vibrating against my skin. He tightened his grip on my waist, pulling me closer until there was hardly any space left between us.

"Is that so?" he said, his lips curling into a wicked grin. "Well, you drive a hard bargain, sweetheart."

Before I could react, he pressed his lips against mine in a fervent kiss, his embrace sending shockwaves of desire through me. When he finally pulled away, his eyes were dark with lust, and a mischievous glint danced in them.

"Your wish," he whispered huskily, "is my command."

I smiled up at him, a mixture of playfulness and desire in my eyes. "As long as that's clear," I said, my tone teasing, "I'm ready to play my part as your personal assistant for as long as I’ll have to."

Even though I didn’t sound like I was, I was most certainly nervous about the idea of being Brandon’s assistant.

The truth was, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. Except for the few times I had to do house chores like washing dishes and doing laundry, thanks to Sage trying to torture me, I had never worked a day in my life, and the prospect of being someone's assistant, even in name only, was daunting.

But Brandon seemed to sense my apprehension.

Brandon's lips curled into a confident smile. "I can guess what you’re thinking, sweetheart, but you won't have to worry about anything," he reassured me, his hands still on my waist. "I won't make you do any work unless absolutely necessary, just for the sake of making it seem realistic."

With our new agreement settled, Brandon took my hand, leading me out of the office and back into the busy packhouse.

"What are you thinking of doing, Brandon?" I asked, wondering what he was thinking of doing now.

"You’re now a member of the pack, sweetheart. It’s only right that I introduce you to the pack," he replied, and I gasped in shock.

I was just about to ask him why he didn’t give me a heads-up first, but before I could even say anything, he called for all the staff, and as they gathered, I felt a wave of self-consciousness wash over me.

All eyes were on us, and I fought the urge to shrink under their scrutiny.

"I want to introduce you all to someone important," he said, his voice commanding attention. "This is Denise, and she’s my new assistant. I expect you all to respect her and assist her in anything she needs, whenever she needs it."

He paused, his eyes scanning the faces of the staff, his expression stern. "Disrespecting her equals disrespecting me," he emphasized, his tone firm. "And I won't take it lightly with anyone who spreads untrue rumors about her or treats her badly," he instructed, sounding a little too stern for my liking.

I sensed the tension in the room, and I couldn't bear the idea of these people thinking I was unapproachable or stuck up. Wanting to bridge the gap, I stepped forward, my voice calm and composed.

"Hi, guys. As the prince has said, I am his new assistant, and it’s a pleasure meeting you all. I'm still very young and inexperienced," I said, my tone gentle, "and I would appreciate your guidance since I'm new to the packhouse."

There was a moment of silence before a few friendly smiles appeared among the staff.

Brandon looked at me with a hint of surprise in his eyes at my intervention. But he quickly regained his composure, his gaze softening. After my brief speech, he dismissed everyone, and the room emptied, leaving just the two of us.

As soon as we were alone, Brandon's stern facade melted away, and he smiled at me, and his eyes hardened with pure desire. He took my hand in his, leading me out of the room.

"Where to now?" I asked, hoping he wasn’t about to introduce me to the whole pack in one day.

"Since you were such a good girl earlier, you deserve a reward," he replied, and I immediately understood what he meant.

"Can’t wait," I muttered in response, and when he smiled at me, I couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves in my stomach.

We began with a passionate kiss, our lips colliding in a fervor of need and longing. Brandon's hands roamed my body with possessive urgency, sending shivers down my spine. I felt a raw hunger between us, and I wanted nothing more than for him to be inside me.

But suddenly, a thought crossed my mind, and I halted. I pulled back, my eyes locking his.

"What is it, sweetheart?" he asked, his expression firm.

"Mark me, Brandon," I whispered, my voice laced with seriousness.

Brandon’s eyes widened with surprise, and he searched my face, his fingers gentle as they brushed my cheek. "Are you sure you’re ready, sweetheart?" he asked.

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. "I've never been sure of anything in my life," I replied, desperately waiting to be marked.

Brandon leaned in, his lips pressing against my skin in a gentle kiss. I gasped as I felt the sharp sting, a mix of pleasure and pain washing over me. The mark of his love became a symbol of our bond, and I felt a rush of emotions that I never thought was possible.

As he pulled away, his eyes met mine, his expression filled with a desire that mirrored mine. "You're mine, sweetheart. Mine," he whispered, licking the bloody spot he marked me possessively.

"I want you to make love to me now, Brandon," I said, unable to hold back my need. "Please. You have no idea how badly I want you."

His eyes darkened, and he pulled me toward him, his lips crashing against mine once again. His tongue explored the depths of my mouth, his lips tasting sweetly as they sought out my own.

"Please," I begged again, desperate to feel him filling me, "you have no idea how much I need you. Please…"

Brandon's kisses grew hungrier, and when his lips finally left mine, I couldn't contain my gasp as he pushed me, my back collapsing on the bed. His fingers tugged at my top, and I moaned softly as he ripped it from my body.

My breasts jiggled freely beneath the light fabric, my n*****s peeking out in the cool air, begging Brandon to touch them.

His lips found my neck, his teeth grazing my flesh. "God, you smell so beautiful," he breathed, his breath hot and moist as it caressed the tender skin below my ear. "You always smell so damn good..."

Then, without warning, he rolled off me, his hands going to the buttons of his shirt, which he quickly unfastened. He let his shirt fall to the floor, revealing the lean muscles of his chest and his abs flexing beneath his smooth skin.

As Brandon slid the material off his shoulders, exposing his strong torso, he turned his gaze to me, a look of pure desire blazing in his eyes. He slowly lowered himself onto me, his hardness pressing heavily against my womanhood through my already-wet jeans.

I arched my hips upward, seeking his hardness and wanting him inside me. My fingers moved to my jeans, ready to pull them off and expose my naked body to his hungry gaze.

At the same time, Brandon reached down, removing my jeans and panties. In an instant, his mouth descended on my s*x, sucking me hard and fast until I moaned out his name. I gripped the sheets, feeling completely consumed by desire.

Brandon continued to suck me, his mouth moving faster and faster as his tongue licked and teased. My climax built within me, becoming stronger and stronger, and I cried out, reaching behind my head and grabbing handfuls of his dark hair.

"I want you inside me, now!" I screamed out, my body trembling with passion.

Brandon instantly complied, his erection springing out of his trousers, impossibly thick and long, pushing itself inside me at once. We groaned loudly together as his thrusts intensified, causing our bodies to quiver with ecstasy and our tongues to duel in a heated dance.

In seconds, Brandon lifted me into a sitting position, our gazes locking. Then, I felt myself getting closer and closer to my peak as Brandon's thrusts started becoming harder, faster, and longer each time. I screamed out his name again and again.

Brandon placed his mouth next to my ear, letting his hot breath send goosebumps across my skin. "You know how much I love hearing you scream my name like that, baby."

When my orgasm finally came, my body tensed up, and I trembled in Brandon's arms. My breathing hitched, and my heart pounded furiously as I felt Brandon move against me. He gave a satisfied grunt as he buried his face in the crook of my neck, pulling me tightly against his muscular frame as his release rippled through him.

Our breathing returned to normal as I rested my head gently on Brandon's shoulder, listening to the sound of his heart beating wildly against my ear.

After a while, he spoke. "How do you like your reward, sweetheart?" he asked, kissing my forehead.

My smile was broad and happy, and my eyes were glowing with joy. "Very much, sir," I muttered in response. "Let's do this often," I added.

A small laugh escaped Brandon's lips. "I'm always available for you, sweetheart," he murmured back, giving me another searing kiss.