Chasing Fire

“Mine!”, he growled, his fingers circling my throat while backing me into the wall. His scent flooded every one of my senses. I was just walking around the party, now I am in the grasp of Alpha Dante’s hands. His scent is all I can smell. I purred at his touch as it ignited tiny sparks where his skin made contact with mine. “Mine,” I growled back quietly as he leaned his head into the crook of my neck and gently kissed the empty space. There is an attraction there and there is no denying that. Inhaling rather sharply caused me to breathe in his delicious earthy scent of pine and loam. As he leaned his head into the crook of my neck more, I moaned out as I felt his breath hot on my skin. The burning feeling of want and lust turns my morals into a hazy blur at this point. I’m unsure if he knows who I am or what I have done, but I do not care. Feeling more sparks, I close my eyes and I give into my body responding as his hand slides under my shirt. This man is making me feel things that I have craved my entire life. He lets go of my neck briefly as he slides my shirt off and quickly his hand wanders over more of my now-exposed skin. Closing my eyes I moan as he gropes both of my bare breasts with his hands, causing more sparks to course through my body. Watching his face he grins at my response to his touch. He seems pleased that I did not wear a bra today. As one hand snakes up behind my back into my hair he takes one of my n*****s into his mouth as his other hand pinches and rolls my other n****e between his fingers. Groaning again I arch my back, not sure he's pleased with that response as the hand in my hair grips it tighter and he pulls it lightly.  His hand that was paying attention to my breast has now slipped between the inside hem of my pants. As he runs his fingers along the bare skin underneath the material he looks up from my breast with a devilish grin and growls “You are mine.” in the huskiest voice that is apt to make any woman swoon, as he says that his hand is sliding down the front of my pants and quickly parting my lips with his middle finger. Gasping at the feeling of his fingers at my entrance I let a small moan out. As he adjusts himself so his face is even with mine now. Leaning in close enough for our lips to barely touch his hand slowly starts circling my little bud, moaning as I arch into his touches. His fingers dip into my deepest crevice as my arms circle his neck pulling him into me. Suddenly I feel his gentle nips at my neck as his fingers continue to work their magic on my core.  Suddenly a knock at the door has us both hissing while he withdrawals his touch. His head snapping to look at the door “What?!” he nearly barks out at the poor person behind the door. I can physically feel the person flinching behind the door before they respond “A..Alpha? Th..there’s a problem..”. I watch as his face contorts to anger, anger at being interrupted in such a heated moment and I cannot blame the man. I want to rip this persons throat out for just knocking on the door. With a growl that would make any lower ranking wolf shrink into themselves this gorgeous man infront of me gives me one last look as he takes a few steps away from me. “Stay here little wolf,” he commands me as he leaves the room. Sinking to the floor I try to wrap my brain around what had just happened. Did Alpha Dante really just nearly claim me as his mate? Did I just nearly let this man that is nearly a stranger mark me? Rubbing my eyes I stare at the drink on the dresser that I sat there as I came into my room for a moment of silence from the party my roommates were throwing. I get up and finish the drink off before laying back in the bed. Something in me wanted to leave the room to see what was going on that warranted an interruption like that. The other part of me straight up feared the man that had his hand around my throat and what hed do if I actually left the room.