5: Mine
1017 Words
Alpha Damien’s POV
“Who are you?” Her soft tone whispered.
Again, she beckoned to my soul. I could feel her, sniff her wetness, feel the intense heat that radiated from her petite frame.
‘I’m the Alpha King, a freaking billionaire, ruler of the North and South… And mostly, I’m your mate. Your protector henceforth.’ The response piled up in my head.
Instead, I bit my bottom lip. It wasn't yet time.
She shifted, flashing her wound in the light.
I want to run my tongue along Ava’s wound and clean her up, suck every drop of blood until I can feel a mix of her in my guts.
But I can't.
Not after all she’s been through. It will only scare her.
“Relax, let me.” I took off my gold wristwatch and handed Laurence, my Beta, then proceeded to unbutton my sleeves and ripped off a part.
She gasped, eyes wide as she mopped. “You… shouldn't have…” She stuttered. “It's expensive.”
I scoffed. “Not as expensive as losing you.” I watched her swallow her argument and took her hand without permission. “Come here.”
Her blood dripped from the pad of her index finger, trickled down the length, and dropped on my palm!
The tiny droplet burned me as if digging into my flesh.
I stiffened.
My focus shifted to her bleeding hand, my pulsating vein, and how the magical feeling coursed through it.
Mate!!!
Sebastian, my wolf, growled inside my head. He had never been this restless for years. Not even when he made her scent irresistible and made me stalk her down her.
Now, he wanted all of her.
I would keep her.
“Are you okay?” Her soft tone beckoned.
I gulped dryly and nodded. First, I rinsed her hand with water, not liquor so as not to cause irritation, then I started wrapping in a spiral shape. The sight of her blood seeping through the cut made my gut tighten.
Again, I was fighting Sebastian’s dominance.
‘Mate!!!’ He growled.
He wanted to be free so badly.
My breathing slowly turned ragged.
“Alph,” Laurence whispered from the side. “You’re drifting.”
Shit.
“I'm fine, Laurence.” I sighed and finished covering her wound. “Time for bed.”
She withdrew her hand as if repulsed. “You too? Stop acting like you know me!” She pouted and crossed her arms. “I am…”
“Ava,” I silenced her. “Enough introduction for one night.”
As if marveled, she gasped. “You know my name?”
I frowned lightly and watched her yap. Wait, did she forget she said it out loud? My countenance softened as I watched her pure innocence and childlike smile.
“What else do you know about me?”
“Hmmm,” I reached to cup her chin, my thumb grazed her soft full lips. “Ava Gobson, you’re mine.”
Crap!
I shouldn't have said that out loud, but I couldn't help it. My heart was racing so fast I might die if I didn't spill.
Unexpectedly, she chuckled this minute, and slipped a finger to her lips, seductively. Even though she looked goofy playing sexy, she didn't need to do much. She already owned the heart of the alpha who had never loved.
And here I was, flustered like a child.
“You’re…” She gagged and puked before her hand covered her mouth.
The watery pale-colored fluid bathed me and soaked my shirt.
Laurence gasped.
In a sane world, I’d slit the tongue of anyone who dared ridicule me. But this woman in front of me was… special.
“Oh, my god… I’m so sorry. I didn't mean to ruin your costly shirt… I don't have money…”
“Shhh,” my index finger crossed her soft, succulent lips!
Damn!
I want her. Damn it!
“You’re worried about the wrong things.” I shrugged off my shirt and handed it to Laurence. The way her eyes gaped at my broad, hairy chest, made me blush. “How about I give you something to worry about?”
I took her hand and placed it on my beating chest.
Her breath stilled.
She just mopped, innocent blue eyes trailed up to mine. “Are you going to die?”
I almost burst into laughter.
“Yeah, if I don't get my medicine.”
Oddly, she sobbed for a few seconds, eyes still running around my face with keen interest. I wasn't prepared when she threw her arms around me, smacked her body against mine to anchor herself upward, and stole my lips in a rough kiss.
Oh. My god!
I let her.
The burst of flavor on my tongue, cranberry? Probably the liquor, but there was this tinge that wasn't just liquor, it was her!
My senses rattled, dark urge awakened.
My hand slid around her slender waist, pinning her to myself, and the other ran up her spine and loving how she subtly shivered against me. It cupped the back of her head and angled her properly just so I could devour her deliciousness.
For two whole minutes, our lips locked.
Hearts beat as one.
Forgive me if I was feeling for both of us.
She gasped and pulled away, her finger dragged down my neck, along the sharp line of my Wolf-King tattoo, her eyes looked at the rough object, and as if shocked, she looked up at my face, studying me this second, and collapsing the next.
“Jeez.” I gripped her petite frame to myself and steadied her on me.
My eyes looked upward, searching for what could have made her pass out.
A mistletoe was above us!
A small smile kissed my lips. It must have terrified her. I wasn't a lover of fairy tales, but I knew kissing under the mistletoe meant forever.
Or… My tattoo?
It was my lineage’s mark. And we were just two people in this world born with it. Me and my younger step-brother, Harry Smith.
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