The Alpha Takes a Mate (10 page)

She rubbed her cheeks, smiling at his teasing.

“See, I take everything seriously, Elle. You’re the queen. You shouldn’t worry. Brandon and I will worry for you.”

“You shouldn’t have to worry at all.”

Darcy shrugged. “I’m a natural worrier. It’s in my blood.”

“Do you drink blood?” she asked.

“No, we eat meat raw if we catch it in wolf form. Even though we’re in control during the change, the beast is still there, needing to be feed.”

Elle was about to ask him something else when the sound of the door opening and closing echoed throughout the house.
Brandon was back.

Chapter Ten

The sound of the human male screaming did little to appease Brandon’s mind. He’d seen the shock on her face. The bastard touched his woman, and he wasn’t letting him leave Grace Hill. The human should have left without trying to get his woman in the sack.

Darcy was
sitting with her up in his room.

“She’s up here, Boss,”
Darcy said.

His wolf was still in control.
Brandon needed to shake the beast off him before he went anywhere near his woman. He’d easily lose control if she started defending the man.

You need to go to her. Mark her with your scent.

With his hand on the banister, Brandon walked up the stairs. The strawberry and vanilla scent grew stronger. Darcy opened the door. His eyes widened as he looked down at his shirt. Brandon glanced down to see the blood on his shirt. Pulling the offending article off his body, he handed Darcy the shirt.

“Burn it
, and burn their shit,” he said.

Darcy left without ano
ther word. Brandon entered his room and closed the door. Elle stared up the length of his body. “I thought you wore a shirt,” she said.

“It got dirty.”

He folded his arms assessing her. She stared up the length of his body and down. Her gaze never once went to his eyes.

Don’t hurt her.

“I never encouraged anything,” she said.

“I know. He and his friends won’t be harassing you anymore.”

“You killed them?”

They’d given him no choice. The fucking bastard tried to take him on
, and then he’d grabbed one of the women in the diner to guard him. She was a pregnant wolf in the last trimester. Not only had the human bastard hit his woman but he’d tried to use one of his kind as a shield. The bastard and his friends had to go.

He sat on the edge of the bed.

“I’m not going to talk about this with you,” he said.

“What? You just killed a human male and his friends. There were four of them, Brandon. You can’t sweep that under the carpet. People care about each other. Their families will come looking for them.
What are you going to do when they come here?” she asked.

She didn’t understand.

“It has been handled, Elle. You don’t have to worry about the authorities or anything else. They’re not coming back.”

Her mouth was open as she stared back at him. He stood up and turned to her.

“No, I can’t accept that.” Tears shone in her eyes. “You killed a human person, Brandon. All he did was slap my ass.”

Pulling her from the bed
Brandon held her close. “Not only did he think he could lay his hand on you, but he used another
pregnant
mate as a shield. This is my world, baby. I don’t let any bastard touch you.”

“You’re touching me
, and you gave me to Lewis and to Darcy.”

“They’re my men
, and they know not to touch you. The only man who’ll be touching you now and in the future is me.”

She glared at him, still not meeting his eyes.
He couldn’t handle her not looking at him. Anything else but not giving him her eyes, insulted him.

“Glare at me all you want. Your ass, tits, cunt
, and mind are fucking mine.”

“You’re a pig.”

“Sticks and stones, baby.” He turned her around and forced her to bend forward. She yelped as he pulled the bottom of her uniform up to her waist. He saw the virginal cotton panties she wore and thrust them down to her thighs. His cock thickened at the sight before him. Her cunt was creaming. The scent of her pussy filled the air. Licking his lips, Brandon ran a hand over her ass, loving the feel of her soft skin against his palm. There was so much more he wanted to do to her. Touching her ass was so innocent in comparison to what he actually wished to give her. She wasn’t ready for his cock, and he wasn’t ready for her claiming.

With the other species arriving he needed to have his mind focussed on the game and not on his woman.

She moaned as he ran his hand over her ass cheek.

“Where did he hit?”
Brandon asked.

“The other cheek,” she said. He stroked her ass, moving his fingers across to her other. “No, I meant the other.”

Smiling, Brandon caressed both ass cheeks. “There is no mark on this beautiful ass, but I know what you need, baby.”

Without waiting for an answer, he cupped her pussy in his palms. She cried out but ground her pelvis against his hand. His poor mate was desperate for release. Slipping his middle finger between her silken folds,
Brandon felt her wetness. The vanilla scent grew stronger making his mouth water for a taste of her.

“What are you doing to me?” she asked.

“I’m giving you pleasure. Open for me, Elle. I’ll make you feel good.”

She nodded her head, opening her thighs. He added a second finger between her folds, massaging her clit. She cried out, then moaned. Her hips shook against his touch.

“Give it to me, baby. Give me those screams.”

“It feels so good.”

Flipping her onto her back, Brandon tore the dress from her body. Her eyes were glazed as she stared back at him. He held her gaze for as long as she let him. Within seconds she stared at his chest then down. His cock was hard pressing against his jeans.

“Show me,” she said.

Their connection was growing. He was feeling her mind opening up to him. The woman beneath him was nervous but turned on. If she let him, all the walls between them would break down and he’d never have to worry about her safety again.

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Elle didn’t know what to do. One moment she was angry at him, annoyed with him for hurting someone because of her, and in the next she wanted him naked. His chest grabbed her attention. The tattoos along his back and up his arms stood out in and appeared to be alive.

She wanted to see his cock. The thick shaft pressed against his jeans tempted her to let lo
ose. His fingers felt so good on her body.

Closing her eyes, she tried to fight the pull of him
, but he wasn’t having any of it.

“No, you look at me,” he said. “You don’t have to look at my eyes
, but you have to look at me.”

He opened the top button of his jeans. His cock became visible as he peeled away the layers of clothing. She gasped as the thick mushroomed head stood out in front of him.
Brandon was long, thick, and totally erect. This was the first cock, apart from in books, she’d seen.

His jeans disappeared as he joined her on the bed. Staring down her body she was aware how
not
perfect she was. Brandon looked like he’d stepped out of a woman’s wet dream. What did he really think of her?

She tried to cover her body with her hands. He took both her hands in one of his. “No, you’re not hiding away from me,” he said.

He pinned her hands above her head, stopping her from moving. “I’m taking that kiss now, baby,” he said.

Nodding her head, she waited for his lips on hers.

Don’t look at him.

Why not?

I don’t know. I can’t look at him. I’m not allowed to look at him.

Before she got chance to analyse the words,
Brandon’s lips were on hers. Elle lost all sense of thought when his lips touched hers. He was a dream with his mouth.

His tongue licked her lips. She opened to him.
Brandon delved in, caressing her tongue and mouth. He made love to her mouth. Was this what he intended to do with her body? Did he want to love her pussy like he was loving her mouth?

One of his hands held both of hers captive
while his other explored her body. He broke the kiss, staring into her eyes. She fought the urge to look away and lost. He sighed but didn’t stop the magic he was creating with his touch.

“When you’re in my company I never want you to cover up. I love your body.”

His words struck her hard.

“Why?” she asked, desperate to look him in the eye.

“Because you’re all woman. You’ve got large tits.”

She winced at the word.
Brandon continued on regardless of her reaction. “Your tits are large, and I love the way you look in tight dresses with them heaving over the top. I can’t wait to have them swinging over me as I fuck you hard.”

Against her better judgement, his words turned her on. Her pussy creamed at the image he gave her. She saw herself straddling his hips.
The picture of his thick cock thrusting inside her as she pushed down on him, invaded her mind.

“You can picture us together, can’t you?”

She jerked her head unable to say the words out loud.

“That’s okay, baby. It won’t be long until I have you cussing and telling me what you want to do to me. First, I’m going to kiss you a little longer.”

His lips were on hers as his fingers stroked her nipples. She gasped, opening her mouth. Brandon took full advantage, plunging his tongue inside. His cock throbbed against her leg. She moaned, opening her thighs wider.

She’d been close to orgasm before he stopped. What was it about the man above her? She’d never desired another man.

Brandon’s not entirely human.

“I’m going to let your hands go. Don’t fight me,” he said.

His hold released. Her hands were free. Both his hands were on her body, sinking into her hair or moving down to stroke her breasts.

Why aren’t you attacking him?

You don’t want this.

I do. I want him. I need him.

He’s yours.

Brando
n, the alpha of the Northern Forest pack is your mate.

She tightened her fists
, unsure what to do.

“I’m your mate, Elle. Touch me
. I’m all yours.”

His words were whispered against her ear as he kissed her neck.

Stop fighting.

Growling in frustration she sank her fingers into his hair and held on. He gazed up her body. She’d fought one battle
, but she couldn’t handle the staring. Her gaze turned away.

“Soon,” he said. “Soon I’ll be the only person you can stand to look at.”

I want that more than you know.

Tugging on his hair, she pulled him close. His mouth was inches from her own.

“That’s it, baby. Take what you want.”

Leaning up, she pressed her lips against his. He gave up to her willingly.
Brandon was a million times stronger than she’d ever be. There was no way she’d ever overpower him. He held all the power, but he was giving her this. She took what he gave wishing there was more coming.

“I’m all yours,” he said.

His words helped to calm her rioting nerves inside.

Fingers sank into her hair, pulling on the strands.
Brandon pulled her into his lap. They were both naked on the bed.

How did that happen?

She wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Nothing is going to happen that you don’t want it to,”
Brandon said. “You’re safe with me.”

Elle didn’t know why
, but she trusted his word. He tugged on her hair, pulling her head back. Her neck was exposed, and he went in. She felt his lips sucking on the flesh of her neck.