In the Alpha's Possession

Chapter Nine- Light My Fire

“Passion is just a pretty word for lust, and since lust is a sin, can love not exist without being sinful?”

“Can’t sleep either?” Drew asked as he made his way behind Lavender while she positioned herself before the fireplace in the mansion’s entertainment space. Frames of long passed ancestors hung on the walls and gave a rather morbid ambiance of being watched-but neither seemed to care of this, and only focused on the other person. 

“I’m sorry…” She spoke, her eyes focusing in on the fire as he looked to her in confusion. 

“What for?”

“You had to kill them to protect me...and you don’t even know why.” He paused, not making any attempt to diffuse her assumptions as they were made true by the moment shared in the presence of death surrounding them. The way she slid her fingers upon his fur and how he nestled into her, and allowed them both to understand the hostility had changed to admiration. The word she was about to speak to him would change the way he would look at her for the rest of both of their lives. The blood that ran through her veins along with the last name of the clan that hung over her head had been what made her so unique. This truth could also act as their salvation, however, but she wouldn’t get a chance to tell him on this night. 

“I killed them because they were hunters who were killing for sport-we posed no threat to them and if the elders come-let them, I will be honest with them in protecting whom I am choosing as my mate.” His words stopped her from breathing for a moment. Hearing Drew telling her he decided to take her as his mate would be like getting married to your favorite celebrity. Her pulse began to race and as she locked her eyes with his, she couldn’t help but feel as though the truth she was about to tell him would jeopardize his feelings for her. Because of this, she told herself that she would confess her truth in due time. “That is, if you will have me as yours…” He continued, asking her if she would accept his proposal in being mates. There would be many things expected of her as being the wife to the alpha-including the fact that she would have to marry yet another man-only this time, it would be one that she admired. 

“I wish I could understand what it was about you that I feel the need to survey over and protect...but I can only do that if you agree to be mine...in every way.” He rose his brows, initiating the fact that it would mean forever, and it would mean in all roles a wife would take on. This included bearing children and relinquishing her virtue to someone of her own free will. Being a mate would mean marriage and marriage would mean forever-making this moment in which they lingered both for the acceptance of the other person to act as a sort of engagement. “But I know you have never been in that role before as a partner, as a mate-” She cast her eyes to the side, before finding him to carry his touch to her cheek. “But I promise you that this will be a partnership-it will not be with one in power-and even if it were to seem as such...I will always keep your intentions and beliefs in mind…” He paused, the only sound having been that of the crackling fire sandwiched between them both. 

“People will always come after us...especially if you mate with someone of my...social standing…”

“I don’t care if you are in poverty or in riches, I don’t care if you wear prada or hand me downs...I care of the soul that is burning inside of you, desperate for a release...one that I can give you…” He paused once more, seeing the indecisive nature in her eyes and now they focused upon the flames spitting up before her gaze. 

“If my words cannot convince you, perhaps this will.” He spoke while sliding his touch to her cheek, placing his fingers to rest within her hair, and pressing his lips softly against hers. Taken by the romantic aesthetic of the moonlight peeking through the windows and the fire set before them, on top of the feelings she already held for Drew, Lavender was putty beneath his kiss. Her breath was taken from the moment their lips touched, allowing her to focus upon his body and ignore all thoughts in her mind that spoke of him hurting her or having the capability to. Instead, she focused on the feeling of his hand running up her leg and pulling it to wrap around his back-to the way his tongue slid upon her bottom lip to slowly ease his way into a French kiss without making her move to fast. 

Having only held a forceful kiss with Maximus, this kiss had been something directly from a fairy tale book. She could feel the butterflies become engulfed in flames within her stomach and move to her loins, desiring him in a way she wasn’t sure she was capable of. The timid girl that was once so shy now desired to tear the clothing from her soon-to-be mate’s body. She recalled the sight of him bare chested and tattooed while glistening in the warm water from a soothing bath moments prior, she wanted her hands to press upon his flesh and feel his heartbeat race due to her. It was a thought also desired by him, and so he pulled himself upright from her lips and onto his knees for just a moment, before bringing his arms behind his back to pull his shirt from his torso. By now, her back was pressed into the plush carpet set before the fireplace, her body desperate for his touch. 

As if carved by Michelangelo, his torso was perfectly rippled with his abdomen indented on where each crease of his muscles had laid prominent. She couldn’t help but trace her fingers across the feeling of his chest, lingering further down, until reaching the buckle of his belt. At this moment, just before she was to motion for the removal of his pants, he shot himself upright and distanced himself from her-keeping her from seeing the protruding erection that formed from his sinful thoughts of her. 

“What’s wrong?” She asked, out of breath as he ran his fingers through his hair, before letting out a nervous breath. “Did I do something wrong?” He gave her a sincere smirk, before going to speak. 

“I don’t want to make you feel like you have to do anything...To be honest...I thought you would slap me when I tried to kiss you.” She chuckled to herself before shaking her head and rising from her horizontal positioning to be at his current eye level. “I didn’t think you would want to kiss me.”

“Then why did you?”

“Because I like not knowing, I like the thrill of rejection, but most importantly, I had to know what it felt like as I thought of it so many times…” He moved back to her, bringing his touch to her cheek once more, before sliding his thumb down both of her lips and then onto her neck. “But I only want you to agree if it is what you want...not because of force…” She was thrown back by his sudden connection with his emotions-as before this, he seemed to push her away, and now, he seemed to need her closer by the second. His gaze didn’t move from her lips, and she realized by looking in his eyes that this had been done due to the pheromones set within the air, causing one to desire the other with a strong carnal backing. It saddened her to a point, as she knew the words he spoke had been said in hope of her having relinquished herself to him. But a portion of her could see the sincerity in his voice as well, along with the words he spoke, and the truth that sat behind them. 

“If you still feel this way in the morning, then ask me again.” She made a deal with him, knowing these desires would fade after the moon had gone into hibernation for the day. 

“What must I say to get you to believe me?” He pleaded, desperate to feel her lips upon his once more as his body brought itself back against her. 

“Wait until morning.” He nodded, understanding she would not budge on this detail, and assisted her to her feet, while picking up his shirt from the ground. While setting it over his torso, she was allowed a moment to experience his physique before it was hidden beneath the fabric-allowing herself a moment of regret for not allowing him to push it further. As she retired in her room for the evening and they separated in the hallway, they moved close enough together to kiss, before she was left with a pout when he pulled back at the final moment. 

“If I am to wait until morning, so will you.” He teased back as she glared before finding him to kiss her hand instead, and watch her go into her room, before feeling as though she was a true Cinderella in this moment. Unaware that perfection always has an expiration.