Mated to the Enemy

Chapter 19

— Danny —

My lips still tingled from Jet’s mouth melting against me like he was air himself and without him I would suffocate. As his hands cupped my hips, rotating to grab my butt I could feel my whole body respond in kind, seeking out ways we could become closer. His hardness rubbed up against my stomach, and I pulled on his neck to lift myself higher and press my lips into his more securely as we moved together. It was almost as if we were alone and we were clouded in the darkness of the night for no prying eyes to see our needs.

I wasn’t an angel, and I knew what kind of heat he was packing.

That didn’t matter.

I wanted it.

I was always so busy that I let this primal urge within me simmer to fading embers only for him to ignite that fire with a single spark. So, what if he was now my alpha and I’d one day find him with his fated luna one day? Couldn’t I have this night? This one memory of being cherished by someone powerful and mysterious?

Noises from in front of me, and behind Jet’s broad shoulders were beginning to distract me from the lovely sensations rolling across my body. I nudged Jet to create enough distance for me to see what was going on. He lowered me down, and with my feet touching the floor again I fluttered my eyelashes and watched the oceans of those intense eyes above me.

I cleared my throat to dislodge the lust lingering there and ask what the name of his pack was. Only to be told in not so certain terms that they didn’t actually have a pack name. I fumed, having believed him that he was capable of protecting me under his pack. This was all a lie, and a way to get into my pants. Jokes on them, I would have spread my legs for a night of fun without being part of a pack, because he was hot as sin, but that was before they pretty much tried to swindle me.

My ears burned from embarrassment and all that flattery Lauren dished out earlier made me forget that Jet would sooner want to alpha command me to go through the portal to Faery than let me stay part of his pack. Wasn’t there some sort of protections for the pack members as well? Doesn’t the alpha have to jump through some sort of hoops before disbanding a wolf? Like don’t I have to f**k up more than just existing?

The throbbing of my core as his hard on pressed against me was making me uncomfortable, and I wiggle to be free and get some space. Sure, he was turned on, that was normal for anyone in proximity to a fae. The fae didn’t get a reputation for s*x magic for nothing, they were just as likely to screw you both ways, in the bedroom, and in a battle.

Then I watched as a partially bruised Lauren knelt down at my feet, and bowed. My heart stilled. When did that happen? Duh, while you were making out with the alpha of your new pack. At least I wasn’t a rogue anymore… probably? Ralph and Jet weren’t all that convincing now, but I did feel that familiar bond of having a family pack again, so I guess the moon goddess believed they were pack enough.

The Emerald Night Moon pack, I said in my mind to see how it sounded. Not bad, I thought. A bit odd, but there were worse pack names out there. And it was stranger still to have three names instead of two or one. It used to be considered prestigious to have only one name for your pack, until it sounded cooler to add in another that made them sound more powerful.

Lauren’s words rang in my ears, “It doesn’t matter what pack you’re with.”

I crouched down to get his attention. It felt awkward having him kneel before me like I was his queen. That was the second time in a short while that he did something that made me think he believed I was his alpha… and I wasn’t even a wolf. I needed to know why he was acting like this, why he was making me feel so… so, I don’t know.

I inhaled his scent and my already throbbing core was pulsing with need. What was this stuff? Like an aphrodisiac? Was this a fae thing, or something similar to heat? The blood moon magic?

Jet’s aura was pounding at my neck, like a brooding shadow and I shifted to make sure that Lauren would answer me without fear of being harmed by what I guess was now my alpha?

“You hated me as a child,” I said under my breath, barely admitting this to myself. I was incredulous that I was feeling any sort of way towards a man that bullied me when I was younger, but now knelt before me giving up everything. “Why are you making yourself suffer? You could return empty handed and recover easily enough.”

I waited for him to respond, ignoring the heavy presence behind me.

He lifted his amber eyes, and they took me in with reverence like I was his world. Not merely a thing for him to f**k with… but literally I could break him with a single word. So much emotion was brewing inside of him, and I could feel… I may have already broke him. He trembled, and I reached out to stead him. It would be seen as weakness to others to display this kind of emotion, but I saw it as strength to be willing to reveal that weakness to me.

“I was dumb, and I thought that if I could convince the pack that you weren’t the beta’s daughter that maybe Holden would lose interest in you. I never hated you. I’m still dumb even today, thinking if I follow you that being near you will be enough for you to give me a chance… Tell me what I need to do to convince you to allow us time to get to know each other?” He quickly added, not giving me a chance to respond yet, “All I ask is that you know what you’re turning down before you choose another mate you know even less. I will respect whatever decision you make.” His fiery eyes pleaded with me, and for a brief moment they flicked up behind me to narrow as if to say there were other males that would not respect my decisions. I was inclined to agree at the moment.

I sighed.

With a flippant tone I smiled at Lauren as I said, “You are dumb.” He deserved a little razing after what he put me through as a kid, and I wasn’t going to say anything more to let him know that I was forgiving him for now. The joke alone would have to suffice.