Branded

What are you?

His blood red eyes pierced through her overwhelming her with a sense of dread. Concentrating harder than before Fraya willed herself to disappear, to have the wall she stood behind to swallow her whole, anything to not be the focus of his eyes. Please, please, please. She pleaded desperately. She would usually have closed her eyes but she couldn't rip them away from the penetrating gaze of the Alpha.

Please, please, please make me invisible! She willed once more.

To her suprise he blinked. Breaking eye contact. Eyebrows furrowed deeply he c****d his head to the side and as if trying to refocus. A small smirk twisted his lips.

Striding forward confidently he claimed his seat at the head of the lavish dinning table which could easily accommodate sixteen. The Manors Head Butler, Marco, apparated from the shadows to pull his seat out noislessly and disappeared with the same stealth.

It was Fraya's turn in this dance of servitude. Light on her feet she poured the red fluid into a goblet and approached, head down, placing the glass at a comfortable reaching distance from the Alpha. As she placed it upon the table she could have sworn he smelled her before she retreated to the shadows.

Time seemed to tick slowly as the Alpha seemed to savour every mouthful he drank. Fraya's eyes fixated on his mouth, how lush and red his lips were and how his tongue lapped up precious drops from those lips. She could feel an odd sensation building from below. A warm tingle that sent shivers up her spine and warmed her cheeks. Mesmerised she found herself licking her own lips when he did and the pleasuable waves increased throughout her body. Before she let out a moan she bit down on her lip. What was wrong with her? She had never felt these sensations before and just from watching this man drink? She shook her head and realised those eyes had found her again.

In her dismay she realised she needed to refill the goblet. She was quickly becoming jealous of the fluid. Defty she poured a new glass and delivered it to the Alpha and retreated.

Having been shaken from her absorption she realised there was no food laid out on the table, no place mats, no cutlery. It was just the goblet from which the Alpha was drinking presently.

"Marco, leave us,' The Alpha's voice commanded.

Fraya's heart raced. Us meant her and the Alpha. Had she displeased him? Was she too visible? Had she failed?

"Come forward," the Alpha commanded in a sultery voice.

Fraya stepped forward with her head down. Her mind was reeling and her heart almost stopped when he purred, "No, closer."

In shock Fraya lifted her head to find the Alpha stood up and pointing to the space right before him.

Fraya swallowed and did as she was told, bobbing her head back down. From between her lashes she could see his leather boots and tight troussers and she was sure if she lifted them further they would reveal a rather impressive bulge.

She felt his hand before she saw it raise her chin up to gaze into his eyes. His hand was incredibly warm and she withheld a sigh of pleasure.

They stood, staring, for what felt like eternity. Fraya's mind wondered in awe of how slender and long his fingers were, how pleasuable it was to have them on her skin. She thought of how if only he would stroke her from her chin to her collar bone with those fingers, run them across her bare shoulder and slide them towards her beasts and further south still...A small moan escaped her lips and she flushed a deep pink.

The Alpha had not broken eye contact and at her moan a small smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. As if he had read her mind he slowly trailed his fingers lightly from her chin, along her thoat, caressing her collar bone until reaching the opening to her blouse, resting his fingers between her ample breasts. With one small movement he could begin to unbutton her blouse. But he paused deliciously.

Fraya felt warmth spread between her legs and the heat that rushed over her became intoxicating yet so did her rising panic as her heart beat faster.

Calm down Fraya. Her inner voice chimmed. Fraya exhaled and looked away.

A soft chuckle brought her eyes straight up. The Alpha was shaking his head. Amusement lighted his eyes.

"What are you?" He asked earnestly.

"My, my name is...is...Freya," Her voice sounding higher than normal.

"I didn't ask who you were, I asked what," He growled impatiently.

Lost for idea's Freya stuttered, "An orphan?"

The Alpha's blood red eyes clouded over with frustration, "What. Are.You?"

The room felt suffocating in this man's precence and she couldn't think. What did he want? In desperation Fraya choose to answer honestly, "I do - don't know. Sorry." The latter was whispered as a plea for forgiveness. Tears sprung to her eyes.

"Is that so," he purred seductively, wiping a stray tear away with his thumb, "Then you'll have no objection to being mine."

It was not a question.