Prisoner of Posessive Love

Chapter 4 - The Closeness

The dinner was long. And they both stared at me the whole time. And the worst thing is that it affects me. They are both hot as hell. I would really consider having a mate if they weren’t the Richards brothers and if it was just one of them. Do they know? f**k, I don’t think they know… Or do they?  We haven’t said a word to each other the whole time. Do I need to speak to them? And how on Earth do you refuse the Richards brother? Especially the Alpha one. What if one of them wants me? Or what if it’s both of them? Or what if they both reject me at the same time? I heard it hurts like hell.  But it’s better than just being someone’s female. Even if it’s a Luna. I don’t want that. Especially not now. I want to stay in my pack forever and take care of my people. I want to be an Alpha. I want to be the Alpha! 

"The hour has come!" I hear my father announce. It’s time for the ceremony. We all go to the woods next to our house, where a circle of fire is already lit and prepared. There is a little entrance and my father enters followed by Meghan and Tyler. I hear my brother sign. Poor Dan, it hurts him so much, but I can’t help.

Our pack members mix with the Crimsons and we all stand around the circle. Samantha lits the fire to complete the ring and the ceremony begins. I want to come closer, but it hard to get to the front row. Can’t anyone move a bit so that I could fit in a bit? I hear a loud growl and suddenly someone’s hand grabs me and pulls me to the very front. Of course, after his growl people are keeping a bit of a distance. Nobody is so stupid as to provoke Demitry Richards.

"Hello again, little one," he whispers into my ear and his hot breath touches my skin. I feel his nose touch my hair and he takes a deep breath in.

"Thank you for your help just now," I say calmly, although I feel his hand on my waist. And a familiar scent of pinewood with a hint of citrus tickles my nose.

"Happy to help," he smirked. I didn’t see it, but I know he did.

His second hand is still touching mine and I feel sparkles and butterflies… Who am I kidding? It feels more like fireworks inside me. 

"You know you are mine now", he asks, but his intonation shows that it’s not really a question.

"Erm," I don’t know what to say at this point really. This is such an intimate moment and I am attracted to him. A lot! But it bothers me that he is not asking me. Because he should. It’s not the Stone Age, you know. And there is another little (ok, not so little) problem. And that problem staring at us from the other end of the fire ring. And that problem is not happy. 

"Your brother is watching us," I say in an attempt to distract him because his hands are traveling through my body almost freely at this point.

"Who cares?" Demitry says, his face in my hair. I am lucky that everybody is watching the ceremony. My father goes on about love, family, mates, the joining of two packs and so on.

"I care. I am uncomfortable," I say.

"Why?"

"You know why!" I can’t help it. 

Doesn’t he see it? Oh, Goddess! He doesn’t! He doesn’t know that I am his brother’s mate too? 

"What do you mean, little one?" he asks and turns me to face him.

"You don’t know?" I am asking just in case, although I know the answer.

"What do you mean?"

"You’d better discuss it with your brother then before you touch me again," I say, carefully choosing my words.

"Why the hell?" he looks at his brother, not letting me go and I just know they are mind-linking this very moment. 

It’s getting awkward because Demitry doesn’t really let me go the whole time and Rafael doesn’t take his eyes off me. I can feel it. I wonder how this conversation goes. Hey bro, so, we get the same mate. So weekdays are yours and weekends are mine! Plus Christmas and holidays!  Goddess, I hope that’s not how this conversation is going. 

The ceremony is coming to its culmination. Meghan takes her hair away from her left shoulder and leaves it open for Tyler. They kiss and his canines show. He delicately touches her skin first and the quickly goes deeper and marks her. Megs gives a little scream and I see tears in her eyes, but her dace looks so happy. Like she completely found her happiness.

  For a moment I look at her and smile, forgetting that the deadliest werewolf in history is holding me in his hands and finding out this very moment that although I am his mate, we are kind of not exclusive. 

Suddenly I feel a little shake and look at Demitry again. He then kisses me strongly and passionately. It feels good. So good that I almost kiss him back. But it also feels wrong. And not because I feel that Rafael is still watching. He didn’t ask me again. My wolf is happy. But I feel a little sting in my heart. He didn’t ask my permission…

Everybody screams in happiness. The ritual is finished. Meghan and Tyler are officially mates. All that is left for them is to consummate tonight and they’ll be inseparable. I push Demitry away and run. 

It’s very convenient that we are in the crowd and in my pack’s territory as I know where to hide. There is a perfect place. 

"You are running in the wrong direction!" Kira snaps at me. I know that she wants me to jump Demitry tonight. Or Rafael. Or both. She doesn’t care as long as we have a mate. But I do. This is a bit too much for me. I need a break.

I slow down to try and take off the damn boots I have on, it’s just not comfortable to run in them.

I am passing an old barn and suddenly someone grabs my had (Again!) and drags me away, closing my mouth with his palm. I feel a scent of cedar and freshly cut grass. It’s Rafael. What is it with this family grabbing people in the middle of the night?

"It’s me, princess," He says and takes away his hand from my mouth. The sparkles from him are different. I’d even say they are not so strong. But they are definitely there.

"Mate," howls Kira.

 "Oh shut up!" I yell at her and close the link on both ends forcefully fully blocking her for the moment.

"Princess, we’d better move or my brother will find you. He almost never loses the scent he is tracking."

"I kind of wanted to be alone," I say choosing my words carefully again.

"I’ve seen what he did to you there," Rafael strokes my cheek, but then immediately takes his hand away, "I want you to know I’d never do it this way…"

"Good," I say,  "Can I go now?"

"Are you sure you don’t have 2 minutes to spare for me?" he asks playfully. I am sure this guy is the man-w***e they say he is. He knows his ways with women. Promising me never to kiss me forcefully, but the bulge in his pants is kind of obvious. What kind of conversation we can have with that thing between us.

"Look," I say, "I don’t want a mate!"

His eyes blink and mouth opened in surprise. Yep, I am used to this reaction.

"Why?" he asks.

"I wasn’t planning to settle down at this point in time. I have a plan for my life and at the moment it just doesn’t include a mate." 

"What kind of plans?" I hear Demitri’s voice behind my back and jump in fear. Just what I needed, to be alone with Richards brothers behind the forgotten barn in the middle of the forest. 

"It’s private," I lower my eyes. I am full of Alpha blood, but his presence is just too strong to tolerate.

"You can tell us everything," Rafael touches the bare skin on hand and I feel his bulge poking at my back at the same time.  

Dimitri growls loudly, but Rafael is still not letting me go. I see Demitry’s eyes sparkle red and a loud growl comes from deep inside his chest.

"Get out!" he commands and Rafael steps away. I turn to see him going away. There can be only one Alpha in a pack and it’s not him.

I look at Demitry and I am terrified, but his eyes turn to his normal green colour and he raises his hands to show me that he is not going to do anything.

"I want to apologize for earlier,"  he says.

"Thank you," I say, admitting that there was something for him to apologize for. At least he is not stupid and can read between the lines.

"So, what are your plans?" he finally asks, not getting closer to me, which I really appreciate.

"I am taking part in the Trials in my pack," I say.

"Trials for the Alpha position?" Demitry looks surprised.

"Yes, I’ve been trained well and I have a good chance at this."

"But what about your brother?" he smirks.

"And what about yours?"  I smirk back.

"Touché," he replies, "Are you sure you can do this to your brother? Isn’t he suffering enough because of your sister and Tyler?"

I open my mouth in surprise, "You noticed?"

"Only a blind man will not notice," he smiles and takes a step in my direction.

I feel Kira’s happy dance inside, all she wants is to be close to him. 

"You are very observant," I add, "How was it?"

"How was what?"

"Your and Rafael’s Trials," I am really feeling like I am walking on thin ice here, but I needed to ask.

"It was easy for me. I was always stronger and I was better trained. In many senses, Raf was just a pup back then. I got the title, but I lost a brother."

  I can’t help but feel teary in my eyes. I don’t want this to be me and Dan.

"But you seem fine, you are together all the time and all these stories about you…"

"We do what we need for our pack because this is our home. We certainly don’t spend all our time together. My Beta is Tyler, not Raf. For a reason."

 I feel sadness in his voice and immediately want to cuddle him, to kiss him and... Stupid bond! Go away!

 "And most of the stories about us are not true," he adds.

"Huh?" I say shocked, "Didn’t you slay the Blood Moon and Silver Moon packs?"

"Yes we did," he admits calmly.

"Weren’t you killing werewolves and people with you bare hands even without shifting?"

"Technically, yes," Demitry says and I see that he is not comfortable.

"Didn’t you have a party in the pool of blood of your enemies after you won the battle?"

"Depends on what you consider a party," he doesn’t look too sure of himself at the moments.

"Did you ever raped a shewolf?" I just feel like I need to ask him, because I heard that they both do it all the time.

"No!" he says eagerly, happy that we finally got to some fake stories,  "I never needed or wanted to do that. 

I look at him not knowing whether I believe him or not."

"Did you ever kill a pup?"

"No," he says firmly, " Look, Alyssa, I  may be a bloody monster when I need to, but I do have principles." 

"Good to know," I admit,  "But it doesn’t change anything. I want to take part in the trials, I want to become an Alpha and I want to stay and live in my pack. I hope that my mate would be a regular wolf and that he would be able to stay with me here and help me along the way. But this is not going to work with either of you.

"You can stop thinking about my brother," Demitry is not happy and I know it, "He would not be trying to claim you in any way."

  Should I say to him that I just felt his boner on my back? I hear his heart racing as it is… I better stay quiet.

"And what if you lose your trials?" he says after some time.

I look at him surprised. 

"Well," I pause, "To be honest, I didn’t think about it. I am sure that I can win."

"Your brother is a strong wolf, I can feel it."

 "I know..."

"He is bigger than you..."

"Yes..."

"You do know that it’s almost always males who become Alphas through the Trials? There’s a reason for this and the reason is very physical."

 I am silent. He is right and I know it. 

 "I’ve been sparring with my brother since we’ve been pups. Statistically, I am fine."

"Have you ever thought that maybe he just doesn’t want to hurt you?" , we were now sitting on a big log behind the barn and talking.

"I had my bones broken by him and he had bones broken by me. We are a tough family."

   I see that he doesn’t like what he hears.

"You can be my Luna," he starts.

"It’s not the same… Would you want to come to my pack and help me rule from the side?" 

He wants to say something but I cover his mouth with my fingers. Sparks go through all my body. It’s an incredible feeling I think and in the next moment, we are kissing like crazy. Kira howls with joy and from time to time I see his eyes sparkle red, which means that his wolf is taking control temporarily. I need to be careful, wolfs are less rational than men.

  He lifts me up and puts me on the grass. I feel his body on me and I feel hot all over. I want him. I want him badly. He kisses my face, he kisses my lip and the parts of my breasts that are visible from my dress. I Feel his hands travelling across my body, my tight leather dress protecting me like a cocoon, but I feel that he is very close to ripping it off me. I feel his chest with my hands through his shirt. It’s hot and firm. He kisses me again and he is back at my neck. I feel so much pleasure and I moan. He growls. He likes it, I know. He is still at my neck and suddenly it hits me. He wants to mark me! I freeze. He knows that I know. But keeps kissing my neck, liking the spot where the mark goes. It feels so good, but if he does it it’s all over. He stops and returns to my face, rubbing his cheek against mine.

 "I really want to do it," he says.

"I know," I say, "But, please, don’t."

"I won’t. Not like this. I want you to come to me willingly. And you will."

  I tremble at his last words. What does he mean?

He stands up and helps me up, he finds my boots and sits me on the log, while standing on one knee and helping me to put them back on. He kisses my legs while he does it and I melt. What a weakling I am! A few kisses and I am gone…  No. Nope. Not going to happen to me.

"We need to get back," I say.

"Yes," he breaths out, "My pack is going to leave soon. As well as your friend. You can come with us, if you…"

"I can’t," I am trying to stay as firm as I can.

He doesn’t say anything. He offers his hand and I take it. And we go to my house without saying a word.