Alpha Caleb and the Blessed Wolf

8.

RYKER

I stood looking out the small window of the attic which I had converted to a loft. It had been two days since Nikita woke up, I hadn't really wanted to leave her side but thought she would have more room in the bed without my bulky body. After she woke up I filled her in on everything that had happened. She was quiet just listening, eating and sleeping. I knew what we had seen and been through was affecting her. All we could do now was plan our next move. Get to Shadow Claw pack.

The snow had started to fall early this year and coated the ground in a soft white blanket. Sensing a presence behind me before her scent reached me.

"Snow is falling early this year" I said my back still to her.

Silence.

"You ok Kita?" Turning to look at her. Wearing a colourful mismatched woolen jumper that was a few sizes too large. The sleeves over hung her hands as she played with the ends. Shoulders hunched slightly like her body was involuntarily trying to protect her heart. Goddess, I've never seen her look so small and vulnerable, it pulled on my heartstrings. I too had left my family back at the pack not knowing if they were safe or not. But while mine were there her's were either dead or imprisoned.

"Do you they will be ok?"

"Not sure. I know Beta Nathanial will try to keep the peace he's not an alpha, more of a politician. We all know what politicians are like and he will side with the more powerful pack until he can plan some moves. Although it's not the most loyal tactic it's the one that might just keep everyone safe."

"I'm scared Ryker." She whispered barely audible.

Sensing her tension I came to stand in front rubbing my hands gently down her arms in encouragement. There seemed to be something else weighing on her heart.

"I know. It's ok. I'm sorry we abandoned them, I feel the guilt too but it is my burden to carry not yours as a warrior I am trained to fight but all I could think of was that I had to get you to safety."

"Why though? Why save me." The words shocked me. Why save her? Because I damn love you that's why! I wanted to confess.

"You....you are special.."

"I'm not!! Just because I almost died when I was a baby and the Goddess let me live doesn't mean I'm special Ryker. Why does everyone keep saying that." Choking out a sob hiding her face in her hands. Wrapping my arms around her letting my warmth engulfed her as she burrowed into my chest.

"I only know as much as you. Either way you are special to me and I swore to keep you safe, always."

"I trust you with my life Ryker." Embracing her a little firmer with those words.

Swallowing the lump in her throat she pulled away and walked toward the window pane staring out deep in thought. "When we separated. That man, the leader from Obsidian Blood pack I think it was Prince Caleb."

I licked my dry lips nodding, "Yes I believe so."

"His wolf was so powerful, he almost caught me before I jumped. As I was trying to escape he said he would find me and that..." she paused, a small frown formed between her brows "...and that he was my mate."

Inhaling sharply I felt like I couldn't breathe. My wolf growled in my head, I wanted to growl along with him. Lies it had to be a lie or trick from him trying to lure her to him. I thought. There was no way she could be paired to a monster. My eyes stayed focused on the floor as I started pacing around the room running my fingers through my hair.

"He could be lying Nikita, he wants to capture or kill you. Those Obsidian wolves are ruthless and will try anything to get what they want. I wouldn't be surprised if he was trying to use the mate bond as a pull to get you." Finally speaking, frustration edged in my tone.

"I don't know. Maybe. I cant deny I was drawn to him and think there's a chance it's true." I gripped the edge of an old cabinet hard enough to put dents in the wood. It was my time to remain silent.

"I.... I don't think he knew my age and that I can't sense the bond yet. When he said it I was confused and I think he realised I didn't feel it."

From what I know of Prince Caleb his sense of smell and tracking ability was unparrell. Fear gripped me. Maybe because of his ability and her being close to 18 he scented her better than I can. I had my doubts though and would never trust the lies that Obsidian pack spreads. Would she believe the him and fall into his trap. This is always what she wanted. Excitement, adventure, was she conjuring up this attraction because she was curious and wanted a thrill or something wild and chaotic in her life. Another punch in the gut I was never going to be enough for her even if I was feeling the pull toward her since my return she still wouldn't want me as a mate. I knew her too well and knew she would go looking for danger using revenge on her parents as a reason to seek him out. Goddesss!!! Why couldn't it be me. Someone who would love and cherish her. Why am I not enough for her. As crushed as my heart felt she was my best friend, my Alpha, I would fight with every last breath if Caleb uses the bond to break her. Tossing the small cabinet into the wall splitting it into pieces as an angry deep snarl resonated from my chest. Silence engulfed the room.

"Ry?" She said quietly.

"Ry he said it like a threat. If he gets to me and is my mate how will I deny it. What will happen to me?" She release a meek whimper choking back her sobs. f**k! I was being a selfish arsehole and felt guilty for thinking the worst of her. I did know her and of course she wanted those things but she would never have wished this fate and these circumstances on her family and pack. She truly feared for her life with the Prince for a mate. The things the evil prince would do to her would be a much worse fate than death. Her tears of heartache were enough to pull me back to her wrapping my thick arms around her slender shoulders in comfort.

The flood gates opened and her hot wet tears fell freely seeping through my wool jumper onto my chest.

After a while like this she settled, mumbling something barely audible.

"What ... What did you just say Nikita?" Pulling back to look at my face.

"Will you make love to me?" my brows furrowed with confusion.

"What?"

"Please make love to me Ryker. I want you to be my first."

Staring at her in disbelief, processing that statement.

"Don't look at me like I'm crazy" she said defensively pulling out of my arms, "I'm scared ok! If the Prince catches me and truly is my mate there is no knowing what he might do." I watched her tugging at her long hair. A pained expression flashed across her face. Closing my mouth that had been wide open dumbstruck. Her eyes looked down then continued to tell me about the dream she had.

"In my fever state I dreamt about it, being caught by him, the mate bond. I enjoyed things at the start until he turned into a cruel beast destroying my innocence. He forcefully claimed my virginity. It broke me thinking my mate would be so cruel. That's why I woke up screaming. I'm scared of the things he will do to me. I want my first time to be special. With someone I love and who loves me, someone I trust. I will not let that monster break my soul. Please Ry you are my best friend. Right now I need you to do this for me. Please?" My wolf was going crazy in my head as soon as she uttered those words. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. For the past six months since my return all I wanted was her.

Our bodies were now pressed tightly together she had closed the distance as she spoke.

"I want you Nikita, Goddess knows I want you so bad....." Grabbing the scruff of my neck she cut me off bringing my lips crashing down onto hers. It took a second to realise what happened until she tilted her head to the side opening and flicking her tongue across my bottom lip to gain entry and deepen the kiss. Tasting the salt from her tears my body responded instantly. I poured all my love, sympathy and heartbreak into the kiss. Trying her best to take control of the kiss was cute. Dominating, playing with her tongue, exploring her mouth I wanted to claim every piece of her on offer. An intoxicating scent of her arousal bombarded my nose. f**k she was enjoying this as much as I am. The hard on I was sporting strained against my jeans desperate to sheath itself in the warm, wet channel between her thighs.

"Finally I get to have her even just this once." I thought. Even just this once? But that's it she'll go off to her mate. The pull is too alluring to resist. Where will that leave me? I will be alone with the memory of her skin and taste never able to have her again. A small moan escaped her lips. The delicious noise broke through my tormented internal monologue. f**k she felt incredible.

NIKITA

Grabbing the scruff of his neck I brought his lips crashing down into mine this time. It took him a second to realise what happened until I began moving mine against his, opening and flicking my tongue across his bottom lip. Tasting like coffee and cinnomon scrolls it was hot and intense. Week old beard growth scratched my delicate skin in the most erotic way. My fingertips rubbed the rough surface of his jaw, I liked the way it felt. His tongue quickly took charge thank goddess because I realy had no idea if I was doing it right. The way his tongue explored my mouth sent a deep pool of heat to my core.

"Holy s**t this is what I have been missing all this time," I thought. Six months of s****l tension between us was fueling our desires. Finally I was making a move since he never did, one I should have done a long time ago. The other guys he went to training with talked about the girls he was with and I knew he was more experienced than me, but I let the jealousy fuel the passion in the kiss. I wanted him, all of him, mate bond or not. It's strange when something else comes along and you realise different isn't always better, that everything you ever wanted was right in front of you. You just had to make the first move. In that kiss I knew I was wrong, he would get up to the mischief with me like he always did as children, he would never stop me from fulfilling my dreams of adventure and enjoying life, and damn it, we would have wild s*x it would be hot and heavenly.

His hands wandered down to my waist to my ass lifting me. Naturally my legs encircled his waist bring my height level with his. Bodies pressed flush together. Expertly he lowered us to the bed of blankets on the ground tongues still entwined. Seated with his back upright against the wall and me straddling him. Lowering myself to his crotch grinding with urgency, desperate for any kind of friction to satisfy my need.

Quickly breaking the kiss and pulling my sweater off I saw his eyes flash from chocolate brown to his wolf's yellow at my bare flesh. A secret thrill ran down my spine at being exposed.

His lips returned to mine gently this time in a kiss that said what words couldn't. Full of desire, passion, love, patience, frustration, pain. His hand slid up from hips to my waist, thumbs caressing the under swell of my round breasts. Moaning at his touch. Yanking off his jumper I wanted skin on skin, thankfully he wanted it too pulling me tight chest to chest.

Each roll of my hot centre rubbed my n*****s harder against his bristly chest. He had the perfect amount of dark golden brown chest hair and a physique like a viking king. The rough hairs tickled my n*****s into firm peaks, moaning against his lips. My unrelenting gyration on his crotch caused a long, hard buldge to grow against my inner thigh. A deep groan resonated through his body.

Moving one of his hands that had been sitting idle on my waist up to cup the round fullness of my breast. "Yes" I breathed out. This was the permission he needed to explore. Thumbs grazed across my pink hardened buds then cupped their entirety in his palm. It was like a perfect puzzle piece, my breasts were made for his hands. Arching my back his grip tightened, squeezing, caressing, warm liquid pooled in my sweatpants. If only I had panties on to soak up the mess I was making but I didn't really care. I was loving every touch. I had denied him for so long, denied myself, trying to remain friends but in truth I wanted this and so much more. Dipping his head his hot, wet mouth closed over one n****e eliciting a gasp as pleasure radiated down my centre right to my p***y. Lust drove me to grind further down on his crotch. Everything about his touch heated me.

Venturing my hands down past the small curls on firm pectorials to hard brick like abs I finally reached my goal. Lifting my hips slightly I snaked my hand across his large hard c**k. Stroking him through his jeans. He pulled back from sucking and flicking my n****e. Breathlessly sexy. Eyes locked willing him to see how much I wanted this in their depths. I applied more pressure to his c**k. Groaning against my touch, "f**k, baby girl."

Moving back off him fumbling with his button and zipper my hands were shaking slightly with nerves. His large hands gripped mine and pulled them away from their work. I tried to tug them out of his hold my wolf barely behind the surface she wanted to get rough and dirty her tongue practically hanging out her mouth.

"I want you Nikita, Goddess knows I want you so bad....but not like this. I don't want to be some last resort. I want every piece of you, your heart, soul, mind and that f*****g addictive body. Not just for one night because you want to have s*x before your assholes mate comes to claim you. I want you to pick me."

"We've been taught about the pain one endures in rejecting a fated mate. I dont know if I could handle it. What will happen when you find your mate Ryker and don't reject her? I will be alone mateless. I want this, I want you right here, right now. It may not be perfect time but it would be a perfect moment. I know you will be gentle. I'm giving it to you. Please"

"But giving me a taste and a chance to have you knowing that if I am not your mate will torture me forever." Our voices had been slowly rising. He was taking my words the wrong way. I wanted Ryker more than he knew even though we never crossed the friendship line before I was always jealous of him with other girls. With him our touch was like a match setting fire to kindling watching it light and burn bright, if it is released who knows how big the flames will get scorching a trail of heat in my soul or will it fizzle and die out. But the pull with the Prince was different it was like a strike of lightning, instant, electric and unpredictable.

"f**k" he shouted rubbing his hands over his face and through his hair.

"I'm so sorry Kita, I can't do it. When I have you I won't ever let you go. You are my friend and my future Alpha I will protect you I promise." The mate bond would be too strong and the Prince would not be one to give up. I had never been more conflicted. Instead I prayed the moon goddess to be wrong and that the evil bastard was lying.