Branded

Mate?

Fraya furrowed her eyebrows. Did he just say I was his? He must mean his servant right? She was mute. Not knowing what to say.

The Alpha's eyes blazed at Fraya's continued silence. It was a challenge to his authority. Surely this girl felt the pull? He reached his hand towards his mate who remained still as a statue. He brushed the strands of hair away from her kneck and she visibly tremoured and squeezed her legs together impulsively. He could smell her wetness. It was devine. She was perfection. Except...he leaned closer and planted his lips just below her eyelobe and flicked his tongue against her kneck and inhaled.

Human. Deliciously human.

The moon Goddess must have a cruel sense of humour.

He felt his fangs protrude, ready to penetrate her kneck before he came to his senses. He placed a hand reassuringly on Fraya's shoulder and pulled away. He felt elated by the soft pink flush that had ordained her pale skin at his contact. She felt something even if she didn't understand it.

'You may leave little one,' he barked.

Fraya jolted at the command immediately exiting and he instantly regretted it. He wanted to take her now and make her his. But she was human. She may call him Alpha but she didn't know what that meant. It was just a title to her. Like Lord. Werewolves were careful to keep themselves secret and lycans were even more so.

He paced the flank of the table as soon as the door was shut. A human! Mated to a human! He repeated over and over again. This was problematic. He couldn't scare her off, though maybe he already had, he grimaced. That was highly unusual behaviour. Unmistakably weird. He ran his fingers through his hair. How was he going to build trust between them? That was what was first needed before she found out about his true nature. Then, after that, courting. Humans didn't feel the bond as much as Lycans. This was going to be torture. He already missed her presence. He had been waiting such a long time for her. He only had one mate. One chance. He could not face his life without her. She would bare his children. But how could he win her heart? He was used to being the most renowned and ruthless pack leader in the seven kingdoms. Though small, his royal line was mighty. He never had to be patient or manipulate. He just took. But this wouldn't work. What would? Then it dawned on him mid step...What if I just make her my personal servant?

It was a flash of genius. She could be 'his servant' and he could get close to her quickly.

He ran his fingers across his face and could still smell her sweet scent on them. She smelt of a crisp Winter day. The kind where the leaves danced in the warm, dying light of the sunset and the fresh snow cracked under its focus.

His erection in his pants hardened further against the tight material.

His mind betrayed him further by flahing the image of her blush and how she squeezed her legs together, wet for him. He groaned in pain as his erection grew even larger, thobbing against his pants.

Storming towards his chambers he slammed every door in his haste to relieve himself in the shower.

Stepping in, he didn't even wait to take his clothes off, he stripped as the water cascaded off his square shoulders and dripped down his hard abs. Releasing his c**k he began rubbing imagining his sweet mate's perfect, plump lips pleasuring his hard on, while her tongue teased it, lapping up his juices.

He came undone at the last fantasy with a gutteral roar that resounded much further than he would have liked.

He stepped out of the shower and dressed himself in a pair of boxers.

Margo? He mindlinked the head of house.

Yes Alpha? Margo enquired.

The new girl, what's her name? He asked.

Fraya? A hint of worry tinged her reply.

Yes. Send her up. She is to be my personal servant. Good work. Send her with my usual snacks.

Relief flooded the mindlink. Of course Alpha.

A smile snaked across his lips as he contemplated her ample bossom and how much he wanted to nibble on her n*****s and slowly plant kisses on her stomache until he parted her lips and nibbled her c**t. He groaned. One more shower was going to be necessary before she entered his room it seemed.