The Tribes Luna

CHAPTER 13

ERIK'S POINT OF VIEW

"Okay, so... my mate can heal. Yup. That's a thing she can do. Totally not going to be paranoid about wanting to keep her safe at all."

Fenrir sniggered in my head. "That's not all she can do."

"Are people going to be coming after her?"

"Almost definitely."

"Awesome. I'm going to need to set up a security detail for her personally, aren't I?"

"Might be a good idea. Although she won't like the idea, she's used to being free."

"She'll still be free, she just won't be on her own."

"I wish you luck with that conversation."

"Thanks, buddy."

I will try to dismiss it for now. I just wanted my Angel to enjoy her birthday, then tomorrow she'll be coming to my pack. I focused my attention back on the scene in front of me.

By now the sky was starting to get dark, but there was more than enough light in the open space, thanks to the torches and a couple of bonfires that were now lit. The crowd was all dancing to the music performed by a group of teenagers who had been practising for a while for this night especially, and I had to give it to them. They were pretty good, they were currently playing a version of Vallhala calling. Apparently, they got their inspiration from a musician, Payton Parrish, and just did their cover versions of his songs.

My Angel was dancing with Camron and Logan, and Geir was dancing with Danny nearby. I was getting some more drinks for all of us. I vaguely wondered why Danny didn't know Geir was his mate. Maybe I should ask Astrid or Mona about that.

Grabbing the re-filled tankards, I make my way back over to them, carefully to avoid knocking into anyone and spilling any.

My angel was wearing the gifts I'd gotten her. I was extremely nervous about giving them to her because it seemed like she had everything she could ever need or want and they were very different from what others had gotten her. But she seemed to be overjoyed with them. She started to ramble about how the carvings represented two god-like lovers for eternity and how the wolf looked exactly like Fenrir. She had gotten at least one present from every member of her tribe, she got a couple of hairbrushes, hand mirrors, candles, and even baked and cooked foods, Bard said she'd get his present later, and even Loki brought her a rock crystal of some sort.

"Drinks!" I called the group at large when I got closer to them.

My brothers cheered, already slightly buzzed from the half a dozen drinks they already had, Geir was pacing himself, because even though my Angel was in the middle of her territory he was still on duty as her personal guard, my Angel, on the other hand, had only had three drinks and even though she was a shifter her father didn't let her drink before so now she was practically wasted. Everyone grabbed their drinks and carried on dancing and enjoying their time.

I put my arm around my Angel when my hands were free. She looked up at me through her eyelashes, as I took a gulp of my drink and she pouted up at me. I looked down at her and smiled.

"What's that pout for, Angel?" I ask, rubbing my thumb over her bottom lip, I desperately wanted to claim her and make her mine, but knowing she was a virgin, I wanted her to lead for the first time.

"Where's my drink?" She whined, still pouting. I chuckled, still with my arm draped over her shoulders.

"You, my Angel, have had enough to drink," I tell her. "Here have this, if you're thirsty," I tell her handing her a bottle of water I had in my back pocket, just for her.

"No, I hav-"

"Yes, you have. Angel, you're drunk, as your first time drinking, you need to pace yourself, not be downing your drinks. You'll drink your water, have something to eat, and maybe you can have another drink." I smirked down at her, before adding. "If you're a good girl, that is."

She scowled at me fringing annoyance, but her pulse quickened, giving away that she liked the sound of what I had said or maybe it was how I said it. She twisted the cap off the bottle and brought it to her lips, taking a large gulp.

"Woah, there Angel." I said pushing the base of the bottle down."You're meant to take sips, if you down it quickly you'll make yourself sick."

"Ugh." She rolled her eyes up at me. "Your so," She paused looking for the right words, she smirked and her eyes twinkled with mischivieness, I put my tankard down on a small wooden table, there were loads of them scattered around the open area. "So Alpha."

I growled deep in my chest and pulled her flush against my chest. "You f*****g love it, don't you?" I growled, looking down at her, one hand in her hair, the other wrapped tightly around her waist. She looked up at me wide-eyed and gulped, licking her lips slightly, I saw the pulse in her neck start to beat faster. Yeah, I somehow think she likes it when I tell her what to do. "Well, Angel. This Alpha just asked you a question. I expect you to answer." She nodded, lips slightly parted, her arousal becoming more and more apparent. "Come now. Be a big girl now Angel and use your words." I told her, enjoying the effect I had on her just by using my words. I waited as a light pink flush started to creep up her neck.

Damn, she looked beautiful when she blushed. My mind wandered to how her ass would look like with a bit of pink on it, or more importantly how it'd look with a nice pink hand print on it, my hand print. Just like that my pants became unbearable tight as my c**k became hard in an instant.

"Yes," she whispered looking away shyly.

"Yes what Angel?" I said, directing her gaze back to me so she held my eye contact.

"Yes, I love it." She said, barely audible now.

Maybe she was worried others would hear, they probably could, if they were paying attention, which right now no one was. Maybe I could make her squirm a bit more.

"Tell me, Angel, what is it that you love?" I ask leaning down and whispering in her ear, nipping very gently at her lobe, she gave a small gasp of surprise.

"I love..." She hesitated momentarily breathless. "I love it when you tell me what to do." She looked away again, blushing deeper.

"Do you want me to keep doing it?" I ask, pulling back and looking her in the eyes.

"Yes please." She said.

I grinned, like the Chesire cat. I brought her lips to mine and kissed her softly, slowly at first, teasing her, a small whimper seemed to escape from her mouth. Then after a few seconds, I put more force behind it. I was claiming her lips, claiming her. Her knees gave way and I picked her up. She wrapped her legs behind my back, one of my arms under her ass keeping her up, the other up her back with my hand at the back of her neck, gripping it slightly.

Then someone cleared their throat behind her, she jumped and pulled back from me suddenly and I looked and saw it was her father. I all but dropped her to the floor on her feet. He chuckled and shook his head slightly. Astrid wavered on her feet a bit then she collapsed against my chest, I caught her and cradled her against me.

"Is she okay?" Her father asked, rushing forward.

I looked down at her and noticed she was completely fine.

"She's good, just had a bit much to drink, she'll be fine in the morning. Maybe a sore head, but she'll be fine." I told him and he nodded in understanding.

"Right well, if you want to take her home to bed so she can rest, I'll wrap all this up." He said and gave me directions to her little cabin.