The Golden One

Stay

The feast has been pretty uneventful. We ate outside, with tables set up across the grass, a dance floor set up and string lights overhead. It is really beautiful and looks like an outdoor wedding.

All of Carl's pack were present as well as the visiting Alphas, Luna's and Betas. Music played in the background as everyone chatted and danced. Pups skipped around, playing and dancing with each other, it was a lovely sight to watch. I loved pups, they are so free and happy. It makes me sad that I can't remember anything from my early years, however after that dream maybe I don't want to remember.

I have made an effort to speak with all of the Alphas and the Lunas that are here, some more than others, as I'd realised I'd been quite anti-social with everything going on. Most were very responsive to me, happy to engage in chit chat and share stories of our packs.

Ayoke hasn't left Carl's side since the feast started, they are so cute to watch. Neither have stopped smiling all evening. I sip my glass of champagne and watch them interact. Adorable.

A strong arm sweeps around me from behind and I press my body back into his, knowing instantly that it was Christopher. The champagne has certainly loosened me up.

"Do you mind if I sweep you away now?" He whispers seductively into my ear. I let out a soft moan as his grip tightens.

Pull yourself together woman!

My wolf brings me out of my daydream and I turn to him and nod. He takes my glass and places it on a nearby table. I pout in protest. He grins and lifts his other hand up revealing an unopened bottle of champagne and I clap like a child receiving their favourite toy. He laughs at my reaction. Maybe I have had a few too many glasses already trying to calm my nerves.

He takes my hand and we walk towards the tree line in silence. It's not uncomfortable, we are just appreciating each other’s company. I see Ayoke eyeing us up in the distance and she blows me a kiss then gestures something dirty, making me blush horribly. Christopher glances over at me and smirks. Great, he saw it too.

We've been walking in the forest for 15 minutes, I'm not tired but these are not forest shoes.

"Is it much further? These shoes were not made for evening walks through the forest." I say shyly. Without speaking he picks me up bridal style causing me to burst out in the giggles.

"We're nearly there." He replies as I wrap my arms around his neck and gaze at his handsome face. I take my finger and run it over the scar that graces his perfect cheek. He flinches under my touch, his eyes slightly darkening. s**t, I shouldn't have done that. I tense knowing that I've annoyed him and look away from him.

"It's not you, sunshine. It just brings up bad memories from my past." He's holding back a growl and I sense I've killed the vibe already. Trying to save the situation, I lean in and place a light kiss over the centre of the scar. He turns to me and smiles, the anger leaving as quickly as it appeared. Leaning my chin on his shoulder, I look back at where we came from, just enjoying being held in his arms.

A few minutes later, he sets me down next to him and I squint out in the open space in front of us. There's a lake with blankets and cushions laid out next to it and candles lit around it. I turn to him with my mouth open, amazed by his thoughtful gesture. I grab his hand and pull him towards the scene set out in front of us, he chuckles at my excitement. We sit and shuffle to get comfortable and he goes to uncork the champagne he brought with him.

"Shit." He hisses.

"What's wrong?" I sit up to see if something has happened.

"I forgot glasses." He looks so annoyed at himself and I couldn't help but laugh. I take the bottle from him a tip it gently into my mouth, careful not to make a seal around the spout to cause it to fizz over. As Ayoke would say, this isn't my first rodeo. Christopher watches me in amusement.

"Well aren't you full of surprises?" He says as he reaches for the bottle and takes a swig himself. He sets the bottle down next to him and flops back onto the blankets looking up at the stars. I lie down next to him fighting the urge to snuggle in to his strong body. Too much, too soon, remember?

"Do you know much about the stars?" He asks, his smooth voice ripples through the night air.

"Not really, apart from that they are pretty." I reply, feeling my hand brush against his. I pull it back scared to push it too far. He reaches over for it and intertwines our fingers. That warmth I have become so used to from his touch courses through my body again. His thumb rubs mine releasing a calmness through my nervous body.

He points up at the stars and explains the constellations to me, telling me the little stories that go along with them. I nod along and ask questions, he seems so passionate and I find it endearing. The conversation moves to normal date things; likes and dislikes, favourites and silly stories from our youth. After a few minutes of silence just staring at the stars I turn my head to look at him. The moonlight shines off his stunning features, highlighting his undeniable good looks.

"Has anyone told you it's rude to stare?" He rolls his head to the side to face me. A cheeky smirk falls across his face and he rolls his entire body onto his side to face me. I match him and we stay staring at each other for a few minutes before he reaches across my waist and pulls me closer into his body. I know what's going to happen and it's not that I don't want it, I just want to be in control.

I push him back lightly so he falls onto his back and he looks disappointed until I push myself up to lean across his body. My hand rests on his chest, my underneath arm supporting me. He brings his hand to rest on my lower back and a heavy sigh escapes my lips. Who knew a simple touch could have such an effect on me.

I lean forward closing the gap between our lips, his eyes are piercing into mine as his breathing quickens. When our lips are a whisper apart I close my eyes a press my lips down gently on his. Literal fireworks dance across my skin, my body set alight with passion and desire. I have never felt pleasure like this from anything or anyone.

We start calm and slow, mirroring each other's movements. I move my hand up to his hair as he slides his onto my ass. That was a trigger. It ignites a fire in me and my hunger takes over. I nibble at his lip and he replies with a soft moan. My tongue dances at the entrance of his mouth begging for entry, he complies and our tongues swirl together in a heated dance for control. His hand gropes at my ass and I let out a low growl of pleasure, I feel him smile against me.

He flips me over and continues the hungry kiss, his hands exploring my body. I wriggle underneath him, my pleasure increasing with every touch, every kiss and every nibble.

His lips leave mine and I gasp in ecstasy as he trails kisses down my jawline to my neck. I feel his teeth graze the soft spot between my neck and shoulder and I groan at the contact. He continues to kiss and nibble at the crook of my neck, pleasure ripping through my body.

I feel his canines extend and brush the soft spot again, more aggressively than before. He lets out a heavy growl, teeth resting on my skin.

He pulls back and I tense up.

Shit.

He looks horrified at what he was about to do and breathes heavily trying to gain control again. His eyes black and his teeth still extended.

He was going to mark me.

I wriggle away from him and bring my knees to my chest, feeling awkward.

"Meila I'm so sorry. I— You are just— f**k!" He's scrambling for words and turns away from me still breathing heavily. He hangs his head and ruffles his hair in frustration.

"I'm so sorry Meila, I never meant to scare you. I just lost control." He sounds so scared. He sighs and fidgets as I continue to sit awkwardly now watching him from behind.

"I've never kissed anyone before." He whispers it so quietly I swear I've heard him wrong. Oh my Moon Goddess, what?! How can someone so gorgeous, so irresistible, never have kissed anyone? This was a new level of saving yourself for your mate and a new wave of guilt washes over me. I'd hate to admit the stolen kisses I'd had in my teenage years. I really am a terrible mate.

I crawl to him and place my hand on his back, rubbing slow circles to help calm his breathing. He turns to look at me, sadness and pain in his eyes.

"I guess since the mood is ruined, I can tell you my story..." He trails of into a sigh, he's about to open up about something deep and personal. I take his hand in mine and raise it to my mouth giving it a gentle kiss then place it on my lap continuing to hold onto it. He looks back at the water on the lake and let's out heavy breaths.

"I don't know if you know, but I am older than Carl. I was supposed to be the next Alpha. As the oldest son I trained from a young age to be ready to take the roll from my father. I spent my free time fighting or learning about the business side of being an Alpha. I had no time for girls, that was what my brother was busy with.

Then, like I told you, I was taken. It was a few days before my 18th birthday. To this day I have no idea who took me or why. I won't go into the details, I still struggle to talk about it, but that's how I got this scar and others that you won't have seen on my body. I managed to escape from my captors when I was 23. That was three years ago and I have been spending my time recovering.

During the time I was away, my father passed away leaving Carl to take over. He offered the place to me when I returned, but I wasn't in the mind set to be the Alpha. It's not something I even want anymore. I came back and I focused on getting mentally and physically healthy again. I haven't even thought about women until you came here and well, now I can't stop thinking about you." He finishes with a weak smile while I look at him in disbelief.

Five years. He was held captive for five years. I have no words to offer at his story, my mind has gone blank, thinking only on the pain he must of felt all the time he was in captivity.  I crawl closer, swing my leg over his so I am straddling him and I pull him into a hug. I squeeze him as tight as I can, never wanting to let him go, never wanting him to feel pain or feel alone again. He hugs me back, matching my tight squeeze.

Finally, I pull back, cup his face in my hands and gave him a tender peck on the lips.

"Well it was the best kiss of my life." I say changing the subject, as I could feel his pain like a stab in my heart.

"I would tell you the same thing but it wouldn't hold much meaning from me." He says, his cheeky smile returning.

"Well, we'll just have to make each of our kisses better than the last so you can keep saying it." I return the cheeky smile and he chuckles.

"I like the sound of that." He growls at me and licks his lips hungrily. I push him back to lie down and I lean forward, still straddling him. I plant quick little pecks over his lips, my fingers tickling through his now messy hair, before deepening the kiss, hoping to kiss his pain away. I want him to forget all the pain he endured at the hand of others and deep down I feel a need to make sure he is happy, a need to make him feel loved. In this moment all I can do is hold him, kiss him and give him a little piece of my love. And it feels so right.

His hands travel from my shoulder blades down to my hips and he grabs them tight, our tongues still swirling. I start to move my hips, grinding over him. He grunts at my movements and I let out soft moans of my own pleasure as he grips tighter on my hips, moving them the way he wants. My hips slow to a stop and I nibble at his lip and tug at hair before pulling away and sitting up. He exhales deeply and it comes out as slow rumbling growl.

"Ok, that was the best kiss of my life." He says through heavy breaths, trying to keep himself under control.

"Agreed." I say as I stand up and offer my hand to help him up. He stands with my help and I smirk at the obvious bulge in his suit trousers.

"See something you like?" He teases and I growl back at him, but a blush flashes across my cheeks. He just laughs at me and my heart swells at his happiness, even if it is at my expense.

"Hop on sunshine." He says offering his back for me to climb onto, a willing lift home. I oblige and jump up, although I much prefer being carried bridal style. We make the walk back to the pack house in utter bliss of our almost perfect night together.

As we pass by where the feast had been, I notice that Carl and Ayoke are the only ones left. They are slow dancing on the dance floor, gazing into each other’s eyes. They notice us and flash us huge smiles. We smile back but head straight for the house, neither of us wanting to interrupt the other’s date.

Christopher finally lets me hop off once we reach my bedroom door. I give him a final kiss, calm and slow, filled with love more than lust and he pulls back.

"Do you want to do something tomorrow?" He speaks a little shyly while brushing a curl of hair out of my face.

"Maybe in the morning but I'll have to be on the road with Ayoke by lunchtime." He's taken aback by my words and his brows knit together with displeasure. I was always returning back to my pack on Monday, as were all of the Alphas.

He steps closer to me, soft green eyes staring down into mine. His hand gently holds my chin. His eyes are pleading with me, begging me...

"Stay." He breathes.