Claimed by the Alpha

Chapter 6

"Where is Jace at?" I asked Dylan as I took a seat on one of his couches in the living room.

"Stop worrying about Jace! I'm your mate, not him!" Dylan growled as he grabbed my shoulders and made me face him.

"Uh... Jace has my shopping bags in his car," I told Dylan with a disapproving look. He stayed quiet, looking slightly embarrassed.

"Oh. I'll call him over so that he can drop them off," he replied, hesitantly letting go of me.

"Do you plan on k********g me for a long time?" I asked him as I got comfortable on the couch.

"You're my mate; I'm not k********g you," Dylan said, frowning at me.

"You are k********g, but whatever. My things are at the hotel I was in. I would really appreciate it if you ordered someone to get them," I told him when I finally settled happily on the couch.

Dylan raised an eyebrow and looked at me weirdly.

"What?" I snapped.

"Don't talk to me like that," he complained.

I smirked, enjoying his outburst. Even though I was now trapped here with my mate, I felt free. It was a feeling I had been lacking for the last couple of months at home.

If I ever behaved at home the way I was behaving with Dylan, for sure I would've been backhanded more than once. We are never to disrespect the elders, and especially the Alpha.

"I'll get Jace to pick your things up from the hotel room before he drops off your bags."

Dylan said when he calmed down.

Trying to get another chance of freedom, I came up with a new plan.

"Hmm...I think we should go and get them," I told Dylan, walking my pointer and middle finger on his chest. He was sitting down next to me, so it was easier to get close to him.

Dylan's expression changed, and I saw lust in his eyes. They started shifting from their nice shade of blue into a darker colour.

I tried my best at giving him a seductive smile. The closest I had been with a guy was with Alpha Nicolas. With him, though, I didn't need to do anything. He was amazed with any little thing I did. Even then, I had only ever kissed him twice.

Dylan narrowed his eyes and looked at me suspiciously.

"I think it is better if Jace gets your things. I wouldn't want for you to accidentally get lost on the way," Dylan told me, looking pleased with his idea.

"Okay, I guess you'll let Jace pick up all my clothes. Make sure to tell him I left a pair of pants on top of the sink and my bra is somewhere in the bathroom as well," I told Dylan casually while examining my nails.

An angry Dylan gralbed me by the waist and roughly sat me down on his lap. His fingers dug into my waist as he looked at me furiously.

"Mine!" Dylan growled while bringing me to his chest and nestling his head in my neck. He inhaled my scent a few times, trying to calm his wolf down.

I unconsciously placed my hands on his chest, not knowing what to do.

Minutes passed with him keeping me close, his head not leaving my neck.

"We'll go into town right now, and then we'll pick up the rest of your things from Jace's house," Dylan said, pressing me closer to his chest.

It was hard to describe how happy my Wolf was. She fed on Dylan's touch.

Dylan had calmed down. His heart was beating at a regular rate, and his hold on me softened. I felt him nuzzling his nose against my neck, inhaling my scent every so often.

It would be a bad moment to anger him, so I simply sat on his lap, enjoying the feeling of having him close.

We went to go eat at a restaurant in town before heading to the hotel. Everyone we came across looked at Dylan with respect.

I noticed many wolves around us. They all lowered their heads when Dylan passed by them.

Dylan had his hand securely wrapped around my waist. To others, we looked like a loving couple being so close to each other. In reality, his reason for doing it was so that I wouldn't run away.

It wasn't like I could outrun him if I tried to escape. That plan had proven to be a train wreck the first time I tried it.

People from his pack looked at me curiously, probably wondering who the strange She-Wolf was.

Our meal was mostly silent. Whenever Dylan attempted a conversation, I would distract myself with something and ignore him.

Once he got fed up with my 'childish behaviour', as he had called it, he made us leave the restaurant.

I tried to play the guilt card on him when we got into the car and drove toward the hotel.

"So you're embarrassed to be seen with me?" I asked him, pretending to be hurt.

His eyes were on the road, but he turned to look at me when I spoke.

"What?" Dylan asked, sounding confused.

"You hurried me while we were eating. It's like if you were humiliated by me. Dylan, do you not want people finding out I'm your mate, or what?"I made my voice c***k during some words, hoping he would believe my act.

Dylan parked the car in front of the hotel and unbuckled his seat belt.

"I wasn't embarrassed to be seen with you.

Are you kidding? You're beautiful. Why would I not want to show off my mate to everyone?"

Dylan said, softly caressing my cheek and looking at me like I was the best thing in his world.

I almost forgot about my plan and fell for Dylan's touch and words. Key word there was almost.

"Then why did you want us to leave so soon?

Do you have a girlfriend or something?" I asked, pretending to be outraged. The thought of him being with someone else really did hurt me.

"Of course not! You're the only one. I only want you," Dylan said, tugging on my hand, trying to get my attention.

"Then why did you make us leave?" I asked, even though I already knew the reason.

"Didn't you want to get your stuff?" He asked me softly.

It was a sneaky way to reply to my question.

I knew he thought I had warmed up to him, so he didn't want to get me angry. I also knew he had made us leave the restaurant because the Wolves from his pack were seeing my cold attitude towards their Alpha.

"I do, but I was still hungry. I hadn't eaten all day today," I told Dylan, pouting. He grunted in his seat and ran his thumb over my pouting lower lip.

He was looking at me lustfully. It was just too easy to control this boy.

He brought his other hand to my waist and moved me forward to him. He teasingly bit my lower lip. I let out a moan, and he went out of control. He started kissing me hungrily, with one hand gripping my waist and the other around my neck.

I could feel the dominance he had over the kiss, and I allowed him that. After all, I wasn't planning to do that ever again.

His lips moved roughly against mine, desperately trying to have all of me with just that one kiss.

I pressed my hands on his chest, softly pushing him away. When he stopped kissing me, I placed my hands around his neck while his remained on my waist.

I was looking at his lips, not really having to pretend to be distracted by them. It was obvious we had been making out, with how red and swollen his lips were.

"I should go get my stuff before it gets any later," I said to Dylan, sounding out of breath.

"Okay. We'll stop by for some takeout on the way home, yeah?" Dylan asked, short of breath as well.

I nodded my head and leaned forward to kiss him again. He immediately responded and started devouring my lips with his. I pulled away from him again and looked into his eyes, which were once again a dark coal colour.

"I'll be right back," I said, pecking him on the lips. He nodded his head and reluctantly let me go.

I got out of his car and grinned as soon as I was facing the other way. It had been too easy to escape. I only had to play nicely.