Trapped Between Two Alpha Enemies

Claiming

"You’re coming with me," Axel suddenly said. We are eating the Chinese takeout that his man brought to us and arranged on my small table. "Please, I am new to this and I don’t know you," I replied, with a certain amount of stress shown on my face. He stares at me for a moment, like he doesn't want me to feel the stress and pressure.

"I have enemies, Felicidad; I want you near me." His arrogant tone bespeaks command, which gets me irritated. But the name he called me seemed to come from the medieval era, yet I like it. "Please give me time to think," I begged.

"I will give you a week, but I will leave some of my men to watch over you. I’m not taking chances when it comes to safety, sweetheart." I nodded, afraid to make some argument, or maybe I was tired.

"What is your plan for me?" I asked, wanting to get some answers for my confused state of mind.

"Claim and mate you, of course," he immediately replied.

I couldn't help but widen my eyes in surprise. "You mean, you decided to take me as your mistress and set up a house for me. I would see to your s****l needs. You would ensure I will be comfortably set. It would be a beneficial arrangement for us both," I said through my gritted teeth.

"Why are you disappointed, sweetheart?" he asked, his dark eyes dancing.

"No, I am not. What would I expect from you? I met you once, for not over an hour, yet I allowed you to take me. I am no better than a whore." I feel the tears sting my eyes.

"I assure you, sweetheart, that you are no w***e, but you are not the first to have done something without thought and then to later regret it. I daresay I’ve regretted things that I’ve done with a great deal of thought. But never regret what happened to us on that night. It was the most wonderful thing that happened in my life. Look at me, sweetheart," he urged gently as he raised my chin with his thumb.

The tears stinging my eyes move down to clog my throat. "I would never fit into your world, Ax," she said with a burning throat.

"I like the sound of my name in your mouth. You’ll fit, sweetheart, and I will make sure you’ll fit into my world. I would demand that my world adjust just to fit you in there. If you want marriage, I will give it to you; just tell me when and where, but I won’t force you to do it. Marriage is the least of my goals when it comes to you, but for the sake of humanity, I will abide by the marriage requirement. I am your mate, and I have already claimed you. Soon… I will mark you, and you’ll be completely mine."

My jaw dropped and my eyes opened wide. "You're the leader of a certain cult? You wanted to sacrifice me and my baby?" My sudden remarks made him laugh while my hands went to my stomach, wanting to protect my unborn child.

"Alright, I get your point, sweetheart. I think I need you to know me more. Your thoughts fascinate me; I can’t wait to see them when the time comes. I am not a member of a certain cult, and I will never hurt you or my heir. Remember that."

"What if it’s a girl?" I asked, as my thoughts went to absurdity again.

"Don’t you ever think of killing my own daughter because she was born a girl. I would be delighted to see my daughter who looks like you, and we will try again and again for a boy," he said.

I felt a blush warm my cheeks. "I feel like a brood mare, a queen ant, or a mother pig, the way you wanted me," she commented dryly.

Axel chuckled, "You make me happy, sweetheart, and you’re too beautiful to be a mother pig or an ant, even if it’s a queen or a mare for a stud. You're more of a tiger, particularly in bed." He winked at me when he said it. My face turned scarlet as I remembered our wild night together.

"Still… I promised myself to marry only for love. You don’t love me, and I don’t’ love you," I said.

"Mating is more powerful than love, sweetheart. I don’t care if you don’t love me. We are bound for each other. We can do the marriage thing if you’re ready," he said.

I frowned; I didn’t understand him—it seemed like he came from a different sphere. I could smell the sweet scent of sweat. Perhaps he is human after all, to have sweated some and not to have been completely calm, as I could feel the tension and his arousal. I am new to this kind of carnality, yet it seemed that I understood his body.

I rose on my toes and covered his mouth with mine. I didn’t know where I’d gathered the courage, and I’d fully expected him to set me back on my heels. Instead, his arm comes around me, lifting me slightly higher, as his mouth starts hungrily to devour mine. I ran my hands up into his hair, pressing myself closer until my breasts lay flat against the wide expanse of his chest. Oh, God, I want to feel every inch of him; I want the freedom to run my hands over all his flesh, all of it.

His low growl reverberated through his chest and vibrated through mine. My long, copper-brown hair tumbled down from the messy bun I made. I’d not even been aware of his removing the hair clamp; I was so lost in the sensations running through me.

His kiss was as powerful as he was—it demanded, insisted, and required that pleasure rise and be celebrated. Tearing my mouth from his, I dragged my lips over his neck, tasting the salt of his sweat. I nipped at the vulnerable skin on his collarbone. I wanted to taste all of him. I wanted— Shoving me away, he staggered back, turned, and grabbed onto the mantel as though it alone gave him the strength to stand. Breathing harshly, she said, "I should leave, sweetheart. I am true to my word. I will give you a week to think, no more than that, and you’ll be mine, my Felicidad." With that, he left me.

I slumped onto the couch and shut my eyes firmly. I have never been this confused in my life. When he’s near, I am drawn to him, but something is missing. I also yearn for someone, and I can’t help but touch Axel. I found glory when he touched me, but there was something hidden beneath the glory. Guilt.

What if the baby I’m carrying in my womb belongs to a dark Greek god who took me the same night Axel took my virginity? I’m doomed. I need to get out of here, away from Axel’s men, to think about my fate. My life gets more complicated, yet I feel drawn to Axel even if I sense danger.

Axel took my virginity that night and made love to me twice with his complete control, tormenting me with his gentleness and expertise. But the man after him took me with a ferocity that was almost overwhelming. I discovered my love for carnality and my wantoness that night. If I could turn back the time, I would still do the same, but this time I would ask his name.

Axel is familiar to me; his face was always featured in many magazines and articles. But I was drunk and I can't remember him.

I met him when I accidentally went into his sanctuary. The attraction was instant, wild and strong. I chose him to give up my innocence. "I want to get rid of my virginity, and I chose you to do the deed," I said, followed by my small giggles. He touched my lips, outlining them with his thumb as he cradled my face. "It would be an honor, sweetheart, but are you sure? We will get into that, but I want to prepare you first. You just turned eighteen, and suddenly I found you here unexpectedly, my mate I've been waiting for. Your scent is so intoxicating. I never felt this kind of need before. You are mine."

"Then take me," I begged. His mouth covered mine, and heat poured through my body. His arm came around me, so strong and sure, my breasts flattening against his solid chest. The hand that had cradled my face continued to stroke my cheek, only lower, near the corner of my mouth, until the sensations became part of the kiss. Axel is a great kisser—not that I can compare, because the other man who took me that night didn't kiss me, and Jack's kiss paled compared to Axel's expert mouth.

What if he appears in my life like Axel did?

What will my strategy be?

How would I react?

Axel already has me. What if he discovers that he isn't the only man I slept with that night?