Prisoner of Posessive Love

Chapter 8 - The Trap

"Put me down!" I finally shout at him. This is ridiculous. I am not some piece of furniture for him to carry and place wherever he likes! 

"Not yet, little one. Enjoy your princess carry while it lasts," he smirks and I feel butterflies in my stomach, although my brain tells me I should be worried at this point.

"Kira, what do we do?" I open the mind link in desperation.

"Mate with him of course!" she replies eagerly and I shut the link. Why did I even bother asking her in the first place?!

Meanwhile, Demitry enters the main mansion and walks upstairs. It’s not in the direction where Megs’ bridal preparations were held. He is going to a completely different wing. The main door is closed and I see an eye scanner at the side of the door. The Alpha comes close and lets it do its job. Just what kind of security lever is this?!

If the rest of the mansion was beautiful then this wing is a whole new level. Do I see Monet’s “Haystacks” on one of the walls? It can’t be! 

Demitry finally brings me into a large room with a huge bed in the middle. A bed?!! 

He finally puts me down and I look around as I have no words. The room is… tasteful. The walls are mostly a nice duck egg shade with beautiful plants and birds painted around them. It’s definitely painted by a professional artist and I see a touch of gold here and there. The bed is black with some golden details and carvings. It’s massive, with many decorative pillows on top. That’s not how I imagined the room of the scariest wolf in history. I am shocked, to say the least. I turn around and I see a beautiful black chest of drawers as well as bedside tables and an elegant desk. Isn’t it too small for Demitry? How does he even fit behind it considering how freakishly tall and big he is?

There are large French doors from floor to ceiling on the left of the bed and I see that there is a large balcony behind it. There’s a small table there with fruit, cheese, wine, and candles. That motherfucker planned the whole thing! I turn to face him, fuming.

 "Do you like what you see?" he asks politely and I just can’t read him this very moment. But I need to keep my cool.

 "It’s a beautiful room, Demitry," I force a smile, "Not at all what I expected your room to be."

  He chuckles again:

"Alyssa, this is not my room! My room is the connecting one."

 "Oh," I can’t help but giggle a bit. Of course, he is not into shades of duck egg and gold. And he is definitely not into birds!

 "What are we doing here then," I finally brace myself to ask him.

"What do you think we are doing here?" he moves closer to me.

"Alpha Demitry, I would like to remind you that you promised me respect and not force me into anything physical."

"I remember little one. But if you beg me yourself, I would be happy to oblige," he smirks and I blush as a teenage girl would. And I am 19 for Goddess’ sake! 

"So, what is the reason you brought me here?" I try to sound like I don’t really care. But my heart is beating fast.

 "I knew that you and I would need a place to…", he deliberately makes a pause and looks onto the bed, and then he returns his gaze to me, "… talk!"

   He is playing with me. And he is good at the game. But I need to survive here. And hopefully, return to my pack today with my virginity intact, so I need to really, and I mean REALLY, weigh my every word.

 "Yes," I agree with him and I see that he is pleased, "We do need to talk about a lot of things. Alpha Demitry…"

 "Please," he interrupts me, "Just Demitry. I would only like you to call me Alpha in…"

   And here we go, he is looking at the bed but is not saying it. There’s a pink elephant in the room and it’s a big fat black bed that could fit a small football team. I gulp and go towards the balcony. He follows and after we are both seated he pours some wine for us.

  "Alyssa, did you change your mind since the last time we spoke?" he sips from his glass, not breaking eye contact with me. And I find myself looking at the floor. It’s too hard to say something like this to my mate. Although the bond is not full, since he didn’t mark me and we didn’t consummate the whole thing, making the bond unbreakable, but I do feel attraction towards him. And it is strong. Stronger than what I feel for Rafael. Probably because Demitry is an Alpha. And Alphas are stronger at everything. And this is exactly why I so wish to become one myself.

 "No," I reply firmly, "I am sorry, but nothing has changed for me."

  I sigh and look at him. I feel an immediate pang in my heart. He is hurt and it’s my fault.

 "I am really sorry, Demitry," I turn away and take a sip of the wine myself. It’s sweet, just how I like it. I wonder how did he know it?

"Alyssa, if you stay with me, you would be the Luna of this pack. And I promise that I will give you fully equal rights to mine if only you agree…"

 "But it is not the same thing and you know it. I want to find out myself if I can do it… Well, actually, I am pretty sure that I can do it. And I want to earn it. I want to deserve it. I don’t want it to just be given to me."  

   He is silent and I take another sip. 

"Have you thought about what you are going to do when you are in heat", he asks calmly. Too calmly for the kind of conversation we are having.

 "Well, there are ways to…", I can’t even finish the sentence as I hear a growl from him. He doesn’t like what I want to say. He probably thinks that I would have s*x with some other guys. While I actually mean herbal medicine. I did my research.

 "And what is going to happen if you become an Alpha?" he finally calms down, although I see that it’s not easy for him. 

   I shake a bit, it’s getting chilly. And as if he reads my mind, he takes off his suit jacket and puts it on my shoulders. It smells like him and I secretly sniff it a bit, when I turn to look at the view. Hope he didn’t notice it.

 "Well," I lower my head a bit, "When I win."

  He doesn’t react in any way to my correction.

 "I think, when I win, we’ll have to break the bond and reject each other."

 "Why?" he asks without a drop of emotions.

 "There can’t be two Alphas living together. It’s not how it works."

 "And if you lose?"

 "It’s not going to happen," I am a bit angry at him hoping so much I’d be a loser.

 "But let’s imagine it does," he insists.

 "Well, then I don’t know. If my brother wins I swore not to challenge him ever again. And I would keep my promise."

 "And what does it mean for us?" he is starting to smile lightly.

 "I don’t know… That we can explore, I guess," I don’t know why I said it really. Giving him hope is a bad idea.

 "So, as long as your brother becomes an Alpha we have a chance?" he finally summarises what has been said.

 "Wow, thanks for all your support, Demitry!" I snap a bit, "I really appreciate it!"

 "I play for my team," he shakes his shoulders, "Someone needs to!"

 "Demitry, listen," I take a huge gulp of wine and look him into the eyes, "There’s no chance that I lose. First of all, I beat my brother many times, although we are both our pack’s best warriors. Second of all, I don’t even think that Dan wants to be an Alpha as badly as I do. There’s no one else to challenge us within our pack. So it’s a pretty done deal. I will win the Trials. And I will have to take care of my pack till the last day of my life. I am sorry, but this is the truth."

  He is not saying anything and it’s getting more awkward by the minute. I drink up my glass of wine and notice the watch on his hand. 22.45. Time for us to leave for home. We were offered to stay the night at the Crimson pack but declined it politely. No way any of us staying here. Especially not me.

  I stand up and walk towards the balcony rails. The view is truly gorgeous. Shame I have so little time to enjoy it. Suddenly I feel Demitry coming from behind me and I see both his hands on the railing at either side of me. I turn and look at him, but he suddenly kisses me.

  First I fight against his tongue, but then realize something... It may be the last time I ever see him! I would probably never feel what I feel here and now. So, why can’t I allow myself one sweet weak moment of kissing my mate?  I respond to his kiss and wrap my arms around him. He growls possessively and pushes himself closer into my body. He takes me by the waist and sitsme on the rails, spreading my legs apart and coming in between.

  After several minutes, his hands are still wandering around my body, especially the places where he could reach my bare skin. His kisses became hotter and he startes to kiss my face, going lower and stopping at my chest (did I mention my dress was very revealing) and neck – right where the mark should go. He starts licking this place and for the first time I fins out that it makes me lose my mind when he touches me there. I feel his very generous bulge pressing against my core. Instead of stopping it all I … moan. 

Demitry’s eyes turn dark and sparkle red. His wolf is trying to break through and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.  He kisses my neck and I feel that he is dangerously close to the marking spot again. At this rate, he’ll mark me if I don’t stop him. 

  Kira inside me begs for the mark, but I slowly start to come to my senses. I should stop. We should stop.  

  I turn my head away and break all the kissing. We are both breathing heavily. It’s harder to control myself than I ever imagined. But I need to, as this is my choice.

   He looks at me with desperate desire in his eyes and all I can say is:

 "Demitry, I can’t. I really can’t do it anymore."

   He carefully puts me back on the floor and I feel a bit dizzy.  He is not saying a word, but is still holding me, unable to break the contact.

 "It’s time for my pack to go home. I really wish you all the best, Alpha Demitry," I try to force a smile and I almost have tears in my eyes. 

 "Yes," I hear him finally say and I am a bit relieved. But then he continues, "It is time for your old pack to go home."

   What? Did I just hear him wrong? This wine really plays tricks on me.

 He turns me to face the view from the balcony and shows me some lights far ahead of us.

 "This is them leaving this very moment," his grip on my waist becomes tighter.

 "What do you mean?" I feel so dizzy I can barely see the lights anymore, "Demitry, what did you do?"

 "I am doing what needs to be done, little one," he slowly pushes all my hair to one side, lowering himself to my neck.

 "What do you mean?" I can’t breathe anymore, "Why do they leave without me?"

 "Because nobody would risk trying to take away the Luna of The Crimson Moon Pack, little one. They know better."

 "No way,"  my voice and body have become weak. Did he put something into the wine?

  His hands are pulling me closer to him and I feel his rock-hard manhood pushing into my back. I am so stupid to ever trust him!

   One of his hands is holding my weak body at my waist, while the other holds me under my chin, bending my neck to the right, giving him full access to my marking spot. Oh no…