Claimed By My Best Friend's Brother

Chapter Five: Crossing Lines

Dom's lips were soft but firm, guiding me through a slow, explorative kiss. My breath caught, something jolting through me, Calypso yipping through her drug haze.

Dominique moved, resting over me, keeping his weight off me but the heat of his large body made me crave the feeling. I reached for him, intending to merge our bodies and deepen the kiss.

Only pain rocked through me and a cry left me, my face contorting against Dom's. "Ow."

Dom moved back quickly, worry clouding his expression as he looked over my bandaged and bruised body, relaxing when realised he hadn't hurt me.

I was just stupid.

He looked over me in the dim light of the medical room and I could see the contained rage darkening his eyes. I knew most of my body was bandaged, there was a brace on my right leg and I could feel the telltale tug of stitches across my side where claws had slashed me.

I'd never been this injured - not by the Pack.

I was use to the bullying, the harsh words that came from a place of ignorance and lack of knowledge, even the occasional fight.

But this was different - and Dom knew it.

He was suddenly on his feet, grabbing my file from the end of the bed, his jaw ticking with anger as he looked over the medical reports of my injuries.

He seemed to be looking for something, a flash of relief in his eyes when he seemed to be finished reading and closed the file, slowly placing it back before he turned on me.

I shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, pulling the thin sheet over my bandaged torso to stop myself from trying to move. The way he looked at me had changed, it was more intense, focused - as if his whole world revolved around me.

Just as mine did him.

"I'll make them all pay," he promised, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver through me, the feeling of safety and arousal burst through me, Calypso stirring at the words.

Our mate is protective. She hummed dreamily.

A rush of fear went through me. Our mate. The words echoed, the jolt I felt earlier sparking and my eyes snapped to Dom as if I was compelled. My breath caught, feeling a flash of anger that wasn't my own and the words slipped from me. "Oh, fuck... we're bonded." I was trapped been awed and terrified.

He nodded in agreement, my mind spinning.

He was a Beta - I was an Omega.

No such pairing had ever occured.

How? D-Did the Goddess make a mistake? A small voice inside of me asked, trembling with fear of the answer.

Dom's eyes softened, as if he felt my emotions and opened his mouth to spoke, but I cut him off, my panic solidifying.

"Dom, we can't-"

He was suddenly next to me, capturing my lips in another kiss that made me dizzy. This kiss was more determined - hungry.

As if he could devour anything I had to say that would stop us.

He cupped the back of my neck, tugging me against him harder, sealing our mouths together and I was lost.

Breathless and dizzy when he abruptly pulled away, his dark eyes pinning me in place. "You're mine, kitten," he growled, my knees knocking together and my body heated at the possession in his tone. "Don't deny me, not after I've waited for you for so long."

He gripped my hair, hard enough my eyes widened and he dipped his head, burying his nose into my neck.

He inhaled deeply, a low growl escaping him as my arousal and scent mixed.

"Honey and sunshine," he purred, satisfaction in his voice and his lips pressed against my flesh, a small gasp leaving me.

His scent filled my nose - thick and masculine, wrapped in chocolate and mint.

It drove my senses wild, dulling and sharpening them at the same time, my body igniting with desire and I wanted to be consumed by the flames.

"Niq," I breathed, my voice trembling with an emotion foreign to me.

Need for a man.

His hum of response was a rumbled noise, trapped by my skin he continued to explore and kiss.

"Yes, kitten?" He asked, his low voice carrying in the room and I shivered as his teeth grazed my neck, arching into him uncontrollably.

"What if someone sees us?" I breathed out, my words rushed and panic edged it.

His fingers in my hair tugged gently, enough another gasp left me and I exposed my neck to him.

"Let them see," he growled, his teeth grazing again and his hand glided against my side, careful of my injuries, but determined to feel me. A small hiss of pain was overridden by the heat of his touch, morphing it into a shuddered breath.

"I knew I loved you since I was seventeen." His voice was rough, his lips pulling away just enough to murmur his admission. "Then, I started dreaming of you a year ago, of mating and-" he nipped my neck, making a small yip of pleasure escape me. "You never showed to the ball, and I went home alone, horny and obsessed," he continued, nipping the other side of my neck. "Wanting my little kitten." His hand cupped my breast, squeezing it and rolling the peaked flesh between his fingers. "Now, you're mine," he finished softly, kissing my neck and collarbone.

My breath caught, arching and squirming under him as he spoks, each one of his caresses drowning out the aches and pains as I found myself tangling my fingers into his dark hair, watching my pale skin vanish under the inky depths.

He gave a small growl of desire as my nails scraped against his scalp, pulling him against me and I let my emotions slip. "I've loved you for years, Dom," my fingers tightened in his hair when his tongue flashed against my skin, my mind threatening to forget everything but him. He nipped my collarbone, moving to lay over me, holding me gently but his hands still roaming and squeezing.

"Why didn't you go last year?" He asked.

I swallowed my desire to try and flip him, but given my state, I knew I'd likely hurt myself more. So I went with more truths.

"I was so scared of going to the ball and seeing you find your mate... but you didn't and then the dreams started," I shuddered as he pinched my n****e, arching into him and our bodies fit like two pieces of a puzzle. "Are we really..." I couldn't say the word, couldn't put it into reality and endanger this feeling that pulsed inside of me.

Between us.

Dom raised above me, his eyes bright in the darkness as he gave me an attractive smirk. "Mated," he finished, leaning down to press a soft kiss to my lips. "Yes, kitten," he confirmed, sighing softly at the feeling we shared when we touched, the warmth that seeped into my mind when he was close as if we were tethered together, mentally and physically.

His hand trailed down my side again, lost to the feeling and he squeezed my waist, a small groan of pain leaving me and the darkness in his look was back as he stilled above me.

"I asked your Aunt if I could punish the Pack who did this to you," he thundered, pulling away from me, his movements slow and calculated, rage rippling beneath his tight muscles. "Now, I'm going to f*****g kill them."

He was out of the room before I could react, my body caught between trembling in fear and arousal, the door clicking shut and encasing me in the dark silence.

I tried to move, to go after him - only to fall back when my body thoroughly protested, even Calypso growling at me when a stitch broke.

Let him. She snapped at me.

H-He'll kill them. I gritted, scanning the room and forcing myself to sit up, finding a wheelchair in the corner of the room.

Calypso scoffed. He has every right. They tried to kill us tonight.

I was partly crawling across the floor and threw myself into the chair, rolling for the door.

"He'll have to declare why he did it!" I snapped back, without Dom intoxicating me, my fog cleared and panic rose. He can't tell people I'm his mate!

I was headed for the elevator, hearing Dom's violent snarls in the Packhouse courtyard.