Chapter 6
Chapter 6
I went to bed that night and Dylan still wasn’t back. Even though the worry was in my mind, the thought of him wanting to mate was bothering me.
I would love nothing better than to be happy and stay in a place to build my life. But the possibility of that happening had been long gone the moment I ran away from home.
I felt someone creeping around the room right when I started dozing off. My Wolf immediately became alert and I sat up to look at the shadow standing next to the window.
“You’re awake,” Dylan said, sounding on edge.
“It’s late, but I was worried about you,” I replied.
I sat up on the bed and rested my back on the headboard.
“I know you’re hiding something from me,” Dylan said, as he walked closer to the bed.
“I’m practically hiding everything from you. We just met a week ago, and we don’t exactly talk much.”
“It’s not that. I know it’s something else.”
As soon as Dylan reached the bed and leaned into me, I smelt the alcohol in his breath. It was strong, but I knew he wasn’t fully drunk. It would take a lot of alcohol to make a Werewolf drunk, let alone an Alpha.
“You’ve been drinking. Just come to bed and we’ll talk about it tomorrow,” I told him, placing a hand on his cheek, trying to calm him down.
“You’re mine,” Dylan said, as he put one hand around my waist.
He was strong, so it took no effort on his part to lay me down and place himself on top of me.
“What are you doing?” I asked Dylan, knowing what might come if I didn’t control him.
I could see Dylan’s Wolf in his eyes. They were a darker shade of blue and were slowly turning black.
“I’m simply claiming what is rightfully mine.”
I put my hands on his chest and tried to move him away, but he simply grabbed each of my hands on one of his and put them over my head.
My Wolf wasn’t in the least bit worried about what was happening. She wanted this- she wanted to finally belong to him.
Dylan kissed me on the lips. I didn’t respond at first but his lips started moving around mine forcefully. Unconsciously, I started kissing him back.
I was fighting an inside battle with my Wolf, but every second that passed, I slowly felt my Wolf winning.
When Dylan felt that I stopped fighting him, he let go of my hands and placed them on either side of my head. He was holding himself up, placing all his weight on his arms.
“I’m not going to force you to do anything,” Dylan said, as he looked into my eyes.
“It doesn’t look like that,” I replied, as I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I hadn’t noticed my vision had been blurry with tears.
“But, I am going to mark you.”
Before I had time to react to his words, Dylan swiftly nestled his head in my neck. Once again he held my hands, but this time they were on my sides. Dylan licked the area before he bit down with more force than necessary.
I yelled out in pain and felt his hold on my wrist tighten. When he was done, he sat down, and placed me on his lap.
I wasn’t crying dramatically, but tears were spilling from my eyes. I could still feel the throbbing from his bite but I didn’t dare touch to it.
“Shh… The pain will go away,” Dylan said as he cradled me. Not knowing what else to do, I let him hold me and nestled my head on his neck, wanting to be comforted by him.
Even my Wolf felt the pain, but her connection with Dylan now was greater than it had been before. All she wanted was to be held by Dylan and nothing else.
I woke up the next day with slight pain on my neck. When I tried to sit up, Dylan’s arm was securely wrapped around my waist.
For some reason, I was feeling emotional. The memories of last night came rushing back to me. I thought about Dylan holding me down and claiming me by force.
My Wolf wasn’t helpful. She was happy about being connected to Dylan in another way. If it were up to her, Dylan and me would have mated the first day we met.
Tears unconsciously started rolling down my cheeks and I felt lost. Dylan stirred in his sleep and his arm pressed me closer to his body.
“What time is it?” Dylan asked, as he sat up.
I didn’t turn to face him and tried not to move, wanting to pretend I was still asleep. Unfortunately, he moved closer to kiss my cheek and noticed I was crying.
“Princess, what’s wrong?” Dylan sat up and moved me around to sit me on his lap.
I couldn’t control the sob that escaped my lips. Dylan pressed me closer to him and tried to soothe me.
“Tell me what’s wrong. Did someone do something to you?”
I wrapped my arms around his neck, trying to find a way to calm myself down. I couldn’t explain what was happening to me. The first thing that came to my mind was the mark.
I didn’t know if Dylan claiming me had stirred my emotions, but I felt vulnerable. Being in Dylan’s arms seemed to help, but now I didn’t want him to let go of me.
“Baby, I need to know what’s wrong,” Dylan said gently, as he stroked my hair. I had my head resting on his chest, but after he said that, I looked up at him.
He was looking at me with a pained expression. I got on my knees and straddled him, trying to put myself at his same height.
Even while we were sitting down, he was bigger than me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and looked at me with a confused expression. I wasn’t crying anymore but my eyes were still blurry and I was sure they were red and puffy.
“Leila, please talk to me,” Dylan pleaded, looking defeated.
I brought my lips onto his and started kissing him softly. He responded after the initial shock. I was still on my knees straddling him, so he pressed me closer. I deepened the kiss, enjoying us being intimate in some way.
Dylan started taking charge of the kiss as his tongue slipped into my mouth. He lowered his hands, placing them on my behind and moved me on top of him as he lay down on the bed.
My hormones were going crazy and I had to take control of the situation, even though it was hard.
It felt amazing to be like that with Dylan. My Wolf was howling with joy, begging me not to stop until I was fully mated with him.
Suddenly, Dylan moved us so that he was on top of me, his weight resting on his arms. He didn’t break the kiss as he was doing this. One of his hands was running along the side of my waist. Dylan’s lips released mine, and he started trailing small kisses on my jaw until he reached my neck.
He ran his thumb along the mark he had made, which proved his claim on me. I shuddered in response and noticed Dylan’s gaze on me. I put my hands on his chest and pushed him away.
Normally, it would’ve been harder, but I caught him off guard. I sat up and rested my back on the headboard of the bed.
“What’s wrong?” Dylan asked with a husky voice. The bulge in his pants showed how excited he was and his eyes were darker than their usual shade of blue.
“I’m not ready for us to mate yet,” I told him, almost in a whisper.
I tried to fix up my shirt and somewhat make my hair presentable.
“I understand. I know last night must’ve been tough on you,” Dylan said.
“Why did you do it?” I asked him, with an accusing tone.
After the heavy make out session we had, and how crazy my hormones and emotions felt, I was sure it was all because of the mark.
“I waited too long. We should’ve mated the day I found you. The mark should’ve been made the minute I laid eyes on you,” Dylan replied, not sounding in the least bit sorry.
His words weren’t rough- more like he was stating a fact. Nonetheless, the dam in my eyes broke loose and I was in tears again. I wasn’t sobbing, but the tears rolled down my cheek and I felt depressed.
“Why are you crying?” Dylan asked me tenderly, trying to embrace me.
“I don’t know,” I said, letting him hold me. It was stupid of me to cry, but I couldn’t control it. I felt like a pregnant woman with my emotions and hormones all over the place.
We stayed in bed for about an hour. The tears were long gone, but Dylan and I remained together. It was obvious he was worried about my unexplainable waterworks.
“What do you want for breakfast?” Dylan asked me as he rummaged through his fridge.
“Do you have the ingredients to make pancakes?”
Dylan laughed, looking embarrassed.
“I don’t really know how to make pancakes. Choose something easier,” he told me.
I gave him a small smile and started looking through the cupboards to see if he had pancake mix.
“I meant if you had the ingredients so that I could make them.”
I doubted he ever cooked anything, but surprisingly his cupboards and fridge were full of food since the first day I moved in. I made us the pancakes while Dylan sat on a stool next to me, watching me cook.
“You’re amazing,” Dylan said, while he watched me intently. My face felt warm and a blush was more than likely making its way onto my face.
“Thanks,” I simply replied.
Dylan claiming me last night made leaving him almost impossible. The bond was really strong and I wasn’t sure my Wolf would let go of Dylan so easily.
While I cooked the pancakes, I started considering staying with Dylan and making my life with him.
“I can’t wait for the pack to meet you,” Dylan told me with a grin on his face. I finished up the pancakes and placed the plate on the kitchen island.
“We are doing that next Saturday, not a day earlier,” I told him with finality on my tone.
I would have the rest of the week, or until Dylan chose for us to mate, to make the decision about leaving or staying.
“That sounds good,” Dylan said. He placed one of his big hands over my smaller one and gave it a squeeze.
“I need to do some rounds with the pack and see how everything is running.”
Dylan was heading upstairs, I assumed to get ready. I stayed in the living room, staring off into space.
About half an hour later, Dylan walked down wearing dark blue jeans and a smug gray shirt. His hair was wet and standing up on all directions. He looked mouth-watering.
“I’m heading out, but I’ll be back in an hour or two,” Dylan told me. He leaned down and pecked me on the lips.
I grabbed his neck and brought him toward me on the couch. It was easy to press my lips on his and deepen, what was only meant to be a small kiss.
I laid down on the couch, bringing Dylan over me without breaking the kiss.
Dylan was getting rougher, running his hands on the sides of my body. I wrapped my legs around his waist. One of his hands went under my thigh and he used the other to keep himself up.
He started trailing kisses down to my neck and as soon as he reached the mark, I let out a moan.
I could feel the bulge in his pants near my private area. Things were getting heated when his phone suddenly went off.
Dylan groaned and reluctantly sat up. I got on my knees beside him as he sat on the couch.
“This better be important,” Dylan growled into the phone. I circled my arms around his neck and started kissing everywhere on his face.
He let his head fall back, resting it on the couch.
“Can’t Jace take care of that?” Dylan said into the phone, with a husky voice.
He placed his hand around my waist and I noticed his eyes were once again a dark shade of blue. Lately, that was the main color they took. I giggled, thinking about how hard it must be to get turned on often, but not get any in the end.
“Fine, I’ll be there in a while.”
Dylan hung up the phone and moved me to sit sideways on his lap.
“Why are you giggling?” Dylan asked as he kissed the side of my face.
“Nothing, just thinking about you,” I told him while I brought my lips onto his.
After making out for a while longer, Dylan had to leave to take care of pack business.
I was lying down on the couch with a smile on my face. I felt extremely happy. I was with my mate, we were both okay, and I hadn’t been found by my pack.
The thought of my pack brought back memories of home and my parents. I wanted to call them so bad, just to make sure they were doing fine. I expected their hate, but in no way was I ready to face it just yet.
All the thinking and debating of whether or not I should call home gave me a headache.
I was worried about my parents and whether the pack got against them or simply blamed everything on me. In a way, I deserved it. After all, I did run away from my commitment.
Instead of breaking my head by thinking about what would have happened if I had stayed and married Alpha Nicolas, I decided to take a break.
It was around one in the afternoon, so I decided to go upstairs and take a nap.
I woke up feeling drowsy, with Dylan’s arm around my waist resting on my stomach. He was kissing my neck and nuzzling his nose against it.
I checked the time and two hours had passed since I’d fallen asleep, which explained why I felt well-rested.
“When did you fall asleep?” Dylan asked as he turned my body around in order to face him. He was now kissing the other side of my neck, no doubt leaving a love bite.
“My head started hurting, so I came to bed right after you left,” I said, as I tried to get comfortable against him.
Dylan trailed kisses over my jaw until he reached my mouth. He started kissing me softly and I enjoyed the movement his lips made on mine.
Our kisses were getting intense, while Dylan got half on top of me. The electricity was running through us like it did every time we came in contact. I wrapped my hands around his neck, bringing him impossibly closer to me.
Things were getting hot and heavy when the doorbell rang. Dylan growled angrily and sat upright.
“What the fu*ck is it now?” He cursed, looking irritated.
We walked downstairs, me following after Dylan. It was obvious he was annoyed and I felt bad for whoever came to look for him.
When Dylan opened the front door, Jace was standing there casually.
“Hey, are you going to be running rounds tonight by ten, or do I just send five?” Jace asked Dylan.
He stepped inside, smiled and waved when he saw me. Dylan looked between the two of us and frowned.
“Just do a simple run, five guys will do,” he told Jace, with a strained tone.
“Yeah, I was thinking that would be better as well,” Jace replied.
Dylan nodded his head and crossed his arms, probably waiting for Jace to leave.
“How are you doing?” Jace asked me.
“I’m fine,” I said, giving him a small smile.
“That’s good. I’ve hardly seen you all week,” Jace said, running his hand through the back part of his hair.
“You don’t have to see her. She’s my mate, not yours,” Dylan told him with a scowl.
“Right,” Jace said, giving me a last look before turning to leave.
Dylan shut the door and turned his gaze on me.
“What exactly happened between you two?” Dylan asked me, seriously.
“Nothing happened. Jace was the first Werewolf I met when I got here, and he was very helpful,” I answered.
“I know he wants you,” Dylan bluntly stated.
“What? That’s not true,” I said, hoping it really wasn’t.
Jace was interested in me when we first met. He insinuated that he wanted to be in a relationship with me, but I was hoping he was now over that.
“You didn’t even try to show him you were taken,” he told me, solemnly.
“Dylan, you claimed me. Every Wolf will know that as soon as they see me and catch my scent. What more do you need?” I asked him, annoyance clear in my voice.
“I want you to act like a proper Luna. Not to be flirting around with any guy who comes to visit, especially if that guy happens to be my best friend and Beta of this pack.”
“I didn’t do anything,” I replied defensively.
It was idiotic how he saw the small exchange between Jace and me as flirting.
“That’s right. You didn’t do anything. You let him stand there and look at what belongs to me, while also letting him flirt with you,” Dylan said, his voice rising.
“Are you serious right now?” I asked him.
“Does it look like I joke around?” He replied with a question, using a cocky tone.
“We weren’t flirting, but in case we were, then you allowed it. You stood in front of us as Jace checked me out and I flirted away,” I told Dylan with a smirk.
Apparently, those were the wrong things to say.
Dylan growled louder than I had ever heard him and started walking toward me with a murderous look on his face.
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