Alone

Chapter 3

                                                                                                William   

I found her! I finally found her! I exclaimed to myself. I had made my way off the dance floor as soon as that woman had pulled my Anna away. My wolf was not happy that I let her go. 

She’s ours, he screamed in my head. Don’t let her go! We just finally found her. Mate with her right now!

My head started to pound as my wolf fought to take control. Normally I could control him much more easily, but with the excitement I felt of finally finding our mate, my wolf had slipped through the cracks. Little by little I was able to tamp down my emotions and push him to the back of my mind. When I knew I had full control I begin to look for Anna. It wasn’t long before I find her. Having been already in close proximity with her, I can always find her, it doesn’t matter if she was a great distance. She was standing on the other side of the ballroom talking with a girl that appeared to be her age. Even at this distance Anna stood out among everyone else. Even if she wouldn’t have turned out to be my mate, she was a very beautiful girl. The dress she wore made her tanned skin stand out. The bodice was lower than was customary and I could feel myself grow hard as I imagined what was hidden underneath. Her chestnut hair was braided high on her head with diamonds and pearls adorning it. A choker circled her neck, leaving her tanned chest exposed. And every time she moved, I could see her delicate heeled feet under her dress.

    When I danced with her it had been the most difficult thing I have ever done in my life. The scent of her arousal had hit me almost immediately. With her bodice being so low cut, I could see the swell of her breasts and just a hint of her areola. No man will dance with you tonight, I thought.

Hell no! No one is going to touch our mate, or I’ll kill them!  My wolf screamed in my head.

    As a new song began to play another gentleman stepped up to my Anna and asked for a dance. My wolf and I both agreed that was not acceptable. I made my way to them before they could get to the dance floor.

    “Excuse me I believe this is my dance.” I tried to maintain a calm voice.

    The gentleman must have been an imbecile because he did not back off. “No this is my dance. It says so on her dance card.”

    “I don’t think you understand,” I said with repressed frustration. “I said, this is my dance.” I growled out the last sentence and that is when it hit this i***t that I was bigger and stronger than he was.

    “Dimetri,” Anna intervened when this Dimitri was moving too slow, “thank you for the offer, but I see I have made a mistake. He was scheduled for my next dance as well. My apologies, maybe the next dance.”

    I smirk as he gives me a dirty look before he curtsies and walks stiffly away from us. I turn to my mate in time to see a look of relief pass across her face.

    “Thank you.” She said. “Dimetri is known to be a terrible dancer and will occasionally step on women’s toes.” She smiles at me gratefully.

    Instantly, my c**k surged at the gift she has graced me with. I imagine what she would look like without anything on. Her breasts would be a handful, with beautiful brown n*****s. And lower, I imagine a thatch of chestnut hair protecting the rest of her from view.

    Without realizing it I had grabbed a hold of her arm and was pulling her out to the double doors at the back of the ballroom. No one noticed us slip through the doors as most people were dancing. With no resistance from Anna we continued outside into the gardens. The gardens looked magical in the moonlight. The garden was designed in a type of maze pattern. The bushes were as tall as I was and went back as far as the eye could see. With my sensitive hearing I could hear other couples enjoying themselves. I steered us away from anyone that might intervene in what I wanted to do.

    "Where are we going?" Asked Anna. She didn't sound worried, just curious. She had only met me, but just this one night and already she trusted me.

    "We are almost there, my dear." I assured her.

    My steps were becoming urgent. We made our way deep into the maze until everyone else was as far away as possible. I finally stepped into a hidden entrance. I turned around and pulled Anna against me. The look of surprise on her face was all I registered before our lips connected. She was so soft and yielding, while I was commanding. Making her tongue fight with my own. All I wanted was to breathe her. Take her. 

    Without thinking I pushed her bodice out of the way. I had to have her. I had to taste her. She was mine.

                                                                                                Anna

    I don’t know this man! I screamed in my head. I have never allowed anyone to touch me in such a manner.

    As soon as he had grabbed ahold of me back at the ballroom, I had felt his power. And it stirred a fire within me. He had pulled me along with him as he left and I could not resist him. As we passed certain areas of the garden maze, one could hear moans and groans from other couples. I knew what went on at parties. I had just never partaken in such things. But now look at me, about to be ravished by a stranger. Oh, how scandalous, I thought.

    When we had walked for a while, he suddenly disappeared into a hidden opening and stopped. I collided into him.  

    Without wasting a second, his lips found my own and before I knew it his tongue was begging to enter. I willingly opened up to him. His tongue felt like warm satin.

    This is madness, I thought. He explored my body with his hands. I shouldn’t be doing this, I screamed.

    When he reached my breasts, I gasped into his mouth. He began to massage and knead them. The feeling of his hands touching me in such a manner had my breathe labored, till I started to see black spots. In an instant, as if he couldn’t wait any longer, he pushed my bodice out of the way. I gasped as I looked down to see my right breast out in the open. He pinched my n****e, making it rise to a peak. Seeing my response to his touch, he was encouraged to keep going. He leaned down as if to……Oh my lord! His tongue enveloped my hard n****e. The warmth from his mouth on my breast was the most exquisite feeling I have ever had.

    So this is what being ravished is like. My best friend Emily was known around town to be quite scandalous and she had described to me what ravishing was like but I would never have imagined something like this.

    He continued to knead one breast, while sucking on the other. I could feel something pushing against my abdomen as he pushed himself further on me. He pulled his mouth away from my breast, with much protest from me. He looked into my eyes and slowly lowered himself onto his knees. With the little experience I had I did not know what it was that he was doing. At first, I thought he had dropped something, but then he began to lift my skirts. Emily had told me of this, she told me the French called it La Petite Mort. I could not imagine anyone ever doing something so scandalous, so daring. 

I need to stop this! 

Now!