5. Claimed
2092 Words
***Guinevere***
f**k! f**k! f**k! I want to scream. He was not supposed to be here! He can’t be here!
I could feel my muscles tense in fear as I stare into a pair of the most gorgeous green eyes. He looked as handsome as the day I left him and I knew if he touched me, I would give in to him immediately.
I couldn’t let that happen. I attempt to force my body to move but his eyes hold me captive.
“Mine,” he whispers.
No, I shake my head. Freedom. I choose freedom.
My legs finally react to my commands and I sprint down the hall of the Blood Moon pack house. Loud footsteps follow me and I run until my lungs begin to burn.
“Gwen!” Salvador calls out to me. “Gwen, wait!”
But I could not wait. I had to escape. I had to be free. I dash out the door and head straight to the woods.
Concentrating on the ground beneath me, I murmur a spell, little vines growing in my wake to stop him from capturing me. A howl breaks the silence of the forest and the loud sound of thick paws chasing after me makes a chill run down my spine.
A silver blur rushes past me and I come to a halt as a large silver wolf blocks my path. I back away slowly but end up tripping over a branch and fall onto my buttocks.
A tiny whine escapes the wolf’s lips and a look of concern fills his green eyes.
My heart pounds against my rib cage as I watch the wolf morph into a beautiful naked man. My breath hitches as Salvador slowly walks towards me, every step making his muscles ripple with strength and beauty. I have great difficulty keeping my eyes from traveling down his body to the perfect member hanging between his legs, the memory of our last encounter flashing through my mind.
I know my cheeks are bright red as he smirks at me.
“Get away from me, Salvador,” I whimper, backing right up against a tree. “A-and put on some clothes. N-Now!” I add meekly.
His smirk deepens as he ignores my comment and walks slowly towards me. I squeeze my eyes shut, a soft chuckle rumbling through his chest as I struggle to keep my eyes from ogling him. The sounds of his footsteps grow close and I nearly gasp when I open my eyes and find him towering over me. I slap away at his arms as he reaches down to grab me but it’s useless. He was much stronger than I was and a part of me wanted him to touch me. Intense sparks tingle across my body as he lifts me into his arms, forcing me to wrap my legs around his bare waist.
Salvador presses my body between his and the tree, his intense swirls of greens, blues, and tiny gold speckles inspecting my face. He brings a hand to my cheek, caressing my skin as he leans his forehead against mine.
“Salvador…” I whimper. “Please…I-I can’t do this…”
He leans close, our noses just barely touching and his hot breath caressing my lips.
“You’re as beautiful as the day you left me…” he whispers, a sadness in his voice.
A single tear rolls down my cheek and he gently wipes it with the pad of his thumb. He presses fingers down across my lips, parting them open. He eyes my mouth, my heart threatening to beat out of my chest in anticipation.
Slowly, he presses his lips against my own, my face exploding with thousands of tingling sparks. For a split second, I contemplate running, strategizing my escape. But as he moves his lips, I find myself melting right into him, never wanting him to stop.
I respond to his kiss, parting my mouth to welcome his tongue and we explore each other’s mouth, stopping only to breathe.
I moan as he slips a hand over my shoulder, bringing down the straps of my dress to expose my breasts. My n*****s harden as the cool forest air brushes against them and he rolls one of my sensitive buds between his fingers. I whimper as his lips leave mine to take a n****e in his mouth, Salvador swiping his tongue back and forth over the little pink peak.
I throw my head back as he suckles on me, panting for air as the pleasure sends me soaring to a higher plane.
He groans as I start to rock against his hips and I feel his fingers pull up the hem of my dress past my hips, revealing my pink lacy panties. I was already soaking wet as he tore them off my hips.
“Please,” I moan, my body trembling with need.
The tip of his c**k brushes up against the seam of my folds and I cry out, digging my fingers into his back. I feel my entrance stretch out a little as his girth enters me.
“Guinevere!” Someone shouts, my heart nearly leaping out of my throat at the sudden sound.
I blink a few times and realize I was still standing in Patrick’s office, surrounded by several wolves with a heightened sense of smell. There’s a dampness between my thighs and a glance around the room informs me that all the men knew exactly what had flashed through my mind.
I press my thighs together, completely mortified and on the verge of tears.
Dear Goddess, why? I whimper to myself, feeling as though the walls were closing in on me. This is so f*****g humiliating!
I chance a glance at Salvador, taking a note of the intensity of his eyes. There was anger, frustration, joy, excitement and lust swirling in his eyes. It fascinated me just how raw his emotions could be.
“Get them out of here, now!” Salvador orders, glaring at Nathan and Sawyer.
The two men don’t wait for further instructions and excuse themselves, practically running out the door. The thumping of my heart grows louder as I realize I would never be able to look at them the same way.
My train of thought is interrupted by Salvador’s sudden movement towards me.
“It’s alright, Gwen,” Alpha Patrick says quietly. “It’s perfectly normal in our culture,” he adds with a tight smile. “There’s no need to feel shame for what you felt. It’s a blessing to be gifted with a mate…”
This didn’t feel like a blessing! This felt like a trap and I would rather die than be imprisoned by anyone again.
“I don’t need a bloody mate!” I snap, backing away from Salvador’s advances. “I just want to be left alone!”
My words seem to shatter something within Salvador and I almost take back my words to stop his pain. But I needed to say this. I needed him to understand that we would never be mates. I would never accept him or let him claim me as his. I had made that mistake once before and nearly lost myself.
“Gwen,” Salvador whispers, attempting to wrap an arm around my waist. “It’s alright. I’m here. I…”
“No!” I scream, swinging my arms and beating on his chest. “Get off of me, you mutt. Get off of me this instant!”
I’m about to jam my knee into Salvador’s groin when Patrick pulls me out of his grip and stands between Salvador and I. He gives Salvador a warning growl to back up, Salvador responding with his own guttural snarls.
"Step away from her, she's mine!" Salvador warns, taking a step towards Patrick.
Patrick doesn't flinch, standing his ground firmly.
"You seem to have forgotten who you're speaking to," he replies coolly. "Learn some manners. Then we'll talk."
Salvador's fist clench at his sides and I decide to end this before it goes any further.
"That's enough, Salvador," I sigh, side stepping Patrick and facing Salvador head on. "I don't want you here or anywhere near me. I've made it clear that I don't want a mate and certainly don't want as hot-headed, domineering, and possessive one as you! Just go home!"
He shakes his head, the pain clear as day in his face.
"No," he says quietly. "No. Moon Goddess picked you for me. I …"
"For f***s sake, Salvador. LEAVE!!" I nearly scream, my eyes burning with tears as I sense the pain wash over him.
He looks like he's about to argue but he bites his tongue, his fists clenching once more at his sides. His eyes narrow to slits at Patrick before he turns on his heel and storms out of the office, slamming the door shut as he exits.
"I must admit, Gwen. You were quite harsh with the boy," Patrick says, breaking the silence that had befallen the room.
I stare at my feet solemnly. "He needs to understand that he and I could never work. Mates are a curse, not a blessing."
"Is that truly what you believe, Gwen?" He challenges.
I show him my bare forearm and clench my fist, a glowing blue dragon tattoo that snakes from my wrist to my elbow appearing on my creamy flesh. I hated this stupid mark. It was a reminder that I was once claimed by Roman.
"Does this look like a damn blessing?" I snap. "He branded me with this… this hideous mark the same way you werewolves brand each other with bite marks and call it love!" I unclench my fist, the tattoo disappearing into my skin.
"The mark of Dragon is not the same as the mark of mate Guinevere," he replies defensively. "We do it out of love. To declare our love for one another, not to enslave each other."
"Love is slavery, Patrick," I shake my head. "And there's nothing you can say to make me think otherwise."
"What happened between you and Roman was not love," he exasperates. "It was torture."
I turn my back to him, unable to face him any longer.
"I do not know Salvador well," he adds, resting his hand on my shoulder. "But despite nearly losing his entire family to a pair of witches, he came here today asking me how to find his witch mate. How to keep her safe. Do you realize how powerful that is to have his heart change for you? To have him want you?"
"He doesn't even know me," I argue.
"So then let him in," he shrugs, stepping in front of me to make me listen. "All I’m asking is that you give the boy a chance to get to know you. If you both realize it’s not meant to be, then feel free to reject each other. But don’t shut him out without giving him a chance to show you who he is.”
His phone rings and he glances at the caller id before looking back at me. “Just think about it Gwen.”
He answers the call, turning on his heel and disappearing down the hall. Several omegas enter the room, Patrick instructing them to take me to my room to rest.
Once in my room, I stare out the window and see Salvador walking solemnly towards the main gate of the pack house. He seems to sense my stare because he spins around on his heel to look at me, my breath getting caught in my throat as our eyes meet. He was so perfect.
A part of me hopes he stays… that he runs up to my room and holds me in his arms, protecting me from any danger. From Roman. I want him to stay in my bed, keep me warm at night, and hate me until my legs turn to jelly.
But instead Salvador shifts into a gorgeous silver wolf and sprints out the gates of the Blood Moon Pack house.
It’s better this way, I remind myself. I have a mission to complete.
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