MY POSSESSIVE MATE

Three

I followed Blake into the club, watching him disappear into the crowd, his demeanor tense as he confronted one of his friends, growling lowly and pushing him backwards into the wall. A surge of conflicting emotions washed over me as I averted my eyes, feeling a strange mix of arousal and concern at witnessing my mate's display of aggression.

Turning away, I made my way to the bar, acknowledging Sophie with a wave as I approached her. I accepted the shot she offered me, grateful for the distraction.

"I need this," I muttered, tossing back the drink and wincing as the burning sensation seared down my throat.

"Are you okay?" Sophie's voice cut through the noise of the club, her furrowed brows betraying her concern as she studied me closely.

"I'm fine, let's just forget about it for now," I reassured Sophie, waving away her concern as I reached for another shot.

"If you say so," Sophie replied, though her expression remained skeptical as she signaled the bartender for more drinks.

I stole a glance at Blake in the corner, noticing his watchful gaze and the disapproving shake of his head as he observed the bartender passing over another tray of shots. Quickly diverting my attention back to Sophie, I pushed thoughts of Blake aside, determined to focus on enjoying the rest of the night and celebrating my best friend's twenty-first birthday without any further distractions.

Amidst the pulsating music and flashing lights, Sophie dragged me onto the dance floor, her blonde hair swaying as she moved to the rhythm. We laughed and hugged, our bodies swaying precariously close to the people around us.

"I love you!" Sophie shouted over the music, throwing her hands up in the air.

"I love you!" I screamed back, lost in the euphoria of the moment as I jumped to the beat.

The night blurred into a whirlwind of drinking, dancing, and taking shots. Sophie seemed determined to sample every cocktail on the menu, and they went down like juice, fueling our relentless pursuit of fun.

But we had clearly overindulged, because the next thing I knew, everything faded to black.

"Diana! Diana, can you hear me?" a voice called out urgently, pulling me from the depths of unconsciousness. With a groan, I rolled over, trying to make sense of the world around me.

"We need to get her up. She might choke on her vomit," another voice chimed in, filled with concern. Slowly, I forced my heavy eyelids open, blinking away the haze until my vision cleared enough to see Sophie and Blake hovering over me, their faces etched with worry.

"Diana, you need to stand up," Blake's voice cut through the fog, his touch gentle yet firm as he helped me to my feet, one hand supporting the back of my neck and the other at my waist. Meeting his gaze, I could see the furrow of his brows, a silent testament to his concern.

"How do you feel?" Blake asked, his concern evident in his voice.

I swallowed hard, shaking my head in confusion. "What the hell is happening?" I demanded, struggling to make sense of the situation. How had we ended up outside the club, and why was I on the floor?

"You're hammered, Diana. You need to go home," Blake replied firmly, his grip tight around my waist as I attempted to kneel down, overcome by a sudden wave of nausea.

"Nope, Diana, you can't sit down," Sophie interjected, her tone decisive.

"I feel sick," I whimpered, clutching at my stomach as the queasiness intensified. Blake ran a hand through his hair in frustration.

"Okay, come over here away from everyone," Blake instructed, leading me around the corner to a quieter spot. Leaning against the wall, I doubled over as my stomach rebelled, emptying its contents onto the ground. Blake held my long brown hair out of the way, one hand resting reassuringly on my back as I endured the ordeal.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, wiping at my mouth as I turned to Blake, my vision still blurry from the ordeal. His expression was stern, his mouth set in a firm line.

"You're angry," I stated with a sigh, already anticipating his response.

"It's not nice seeing your mate like this, so yes, Diana, I am angry," he muttered, shaking his head in disappointment.

"I just want to get you home," Blake added, his tone heavy with concern.

But Sophie's sudden appearance interrupted our conversation as she rounded the corner, fidgeting nervously with her thumbs.

"What do you mean you can't go home?" Blake demanded, his grip on me tightening instinctively.

"We were supposed to be staying at Diana's, but I can't take her home in this state! Her parents will kill me, they told me not to let her get too drunk!" Sophie lamented.

"Can't you both stay at yours?" Blake suggested, turning to Sophie for a solution.

Sophie shook her head frantically. "My parents don't know I drink. They'd pretty much disown me if they found out!"

Blake sighed, clearly exasperated as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Okay, fine, you'll have to just stay at mine."

"What?" I mumbled, stunned by the sudden turn of events as I looked up at Blake in disbelief.

"Let's go, Ethan didn't drink. He can drive us home," Blake declared, taking charge and leading us towards a car parked alongside the road.

"Wait a second, we don't even know you. We can't just stay at yours," Sophie protested, running after us in a last attempt to reason.

"Sophie, Diana is my mate, do you seriously think I'm going to let something happen to her?" Blake growled, his tone leaving no room for argument as he raised his eyebrows questioningly. His protective stance sent a shiver down my spine, prompting Blake to glance down at me with a frustrated sigh, his tongue running along the front of his teeth in agitation.

"No, I know, but I'm just worried about her. She's never been this drunk before," Sophie replied nervously, her concern palpable as she deferred to Blake's authority.

Blake rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed by the continued discussion, and turned away, leading us towards Ethan's car. "Are you going to be sick again?" he asked me, his tone softer now as he helped me into the vehicle. I shook my head, desperate to just be somewhere safe and comfortable, regardless of whose bed it was. Sophie climbed in after me, biting her lip anxiously as she watched me sway in my seat, offering me a comforting pat on the leg.

Once Blake joined us and shut the door, he nodded towards my seatbelt, signaling for Sophie to secure it for me. As the car began to move, I fought back another wave of nausea, determined not to cause any further trouble in Ethan's car or embarrass myself further.

"My dress is falling down," I mumbled, tugging at the straps of my little black dress that had slipped off my shoulder, revealing more than intended.

Blake noticed my struggle and let out a frustrated huff before deftly adjusting the straps back onto my shoulder. His touch was gentle, his hands grazing my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I smiled to myself as Blake scrutinized his handiwork, running a hand through his stubble.

Leaning my head against the cold window, I relished the sensation as the scenery rushed past. The car's swift movements around corners made me feel drowsy, causing me to drift in and out of consciousness.

As the car accelerated, I groaned softly, nestling my head on Sophie's shoulder. She stroked my hair, her expression filled with concern as she sighed.

Suddenly, the car came to a stop and Ethan turned off the engine, signaling our arrival. "We're here," he announced.

Sophie nodded, gently shaking my shoulder to rouse me from my half-conscious state.

"Diana, we're here," Ethan repeated.

"Okay," I mumbled, attempting to grasp the door handle but failing miserably.

"She can't walk," Blake groaned, swiftly exiting the car and coming around to my side. He swung the door open, unbuckled my seatbelt, and scooped me up into his arms with ease. Carrying me effortlessly, he made his way down the path leading to his house, with Sophie and the rest of our group following closely behind.

"Sophie, there's a spare room down the hall over there. I'm going to put Diana in her room," Blake announced, causing Sophie to scowl.

"Diana and I should sleep together," she insisted, crossing her arms defiantly.

"None of the spare rooms have double beds, so unless you're happy sleeping on the floor, I suggest you sleep in separate rooms," growled Blake, his hold on me tightening as I groaned, longing for sleep.

"Where am I sleeping?" I slurred, gazing into Blake's piercing blue charming eyes.

"In the spare room next to mine," he replied, his steps steady as he ascended the stairs, effortlessly carrying me in his muscular arms.

"I can walk," I protested weakly, attempting to squirm out of Blake's grasp, but he held me firmly, refusing to let go.

"No, Diana, you can't," he insisted.

Blake pushed open the door to the spare room and gently settled me onto the bed. A sense of relief washed over me as I sank into the soft sheets, letting out a contented sigh.

"Your dress is covered in vomit. Put this on," Blake instructed, holding out a pale blue dress shirt.

Struggling to sit up, I felt the room spinning around me as I gazed at Blake's chiseled chest, momentarily lost in admiration. His presence seemed almost unreal, like a Greek god standing before me.

"Are you going to put it on or do I need to get Sophie up here to do it?" Blake's voice snapped me out of my dream, and I quickly took the shirt from his outstretched hand.

As Blake turned back, you finished buttoning up his shirt, albeit clumsily. His chest glistened in the moonlight, an enticing sight that made your heart skip a beat. Chuckling at the shirt's improper fit, Blake nodded towards the bed.

"You should get some sleep. I'm next door if you need anything, and Sophie's just downstairs. The bathroom is the room opposite if you need it."

With a nod, you settled into the bed, feeling the soft sheets embrace you. Blake's presence lingered in your mind as you closed your eyes, drifting into a restless sleep, the events of the night swirling in your thoughts.

He swallowed, his gaze tracing over me before averting his eyes, indicating the compact single bed.

"You should rest. I'm in the room next door if you need anything, and Sophie's downstairs. The bathroom is opposite if you need it."

I nodded awkwardly, sliding under the covers and laying my head on the soft pillow. Closing my eyes, I settled into the bed as Blake left the room, closing the door behind him and plunging the room into darkness.