“You didn’t kidnap me?” I asked suspiciously.
“I have already said No. “
“Then what are you doing here? How did you find me?” I was still suspicious.
“My people work at that club. One of the Omegas saw you leaving and informed me. We tracked the van to rescue you because that brother of yours is extremely irresponsible. How could he let you venture outside without protection?”
He looked angry.
“Sorry? What do you mean? I am an adult wolf, perfectly capable of looking after myself. You have no right to interfere in my life. Thanks a lot for rescuing me. But it does not give you any right to question my or my brother’s decision. It’s none of your business.”
I could sense him seething in anger. Perhaps, I said too much.
“You……your safety…. your entire existence is my business darling because you
are my mate. Will you deny that as well?” He smirked.
‘Damm those eyes,’ I cursed myself internally.
I was surrounded by the smell I had been obsessed with all week. I cleared my throat and tried to look away but still could not.
“About that, we need to talk about it.” I fumbled. I had no idea how to broach the subject of rejecting the mate bond.
Coherent thought had left my head the moment he stepped into the cabin. The only thing that remained was the beautiful man sitting in front of me. He touched my face and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
“Of course! We’ll talk, but first, we need to get out of this wretched place and see to your injuries.” He glanced at my wrists.
He turned to one of the men who were with him and started to quietly issue orders. One guy cut away my shackles, I rubbed my bruised wrists which was already healing. Lucian offered me his jacket. I was not cold, but it was an improvement over my ripped top. I could see him ogling, though he tried not to. He picked me up and moved me out of the door. We headed for a series of dark tinted SUVs that now took up the entire front yard of the cabin.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked the beautiful man, who smelled like musk and grass and lilac.
“Home,” he replied simply.
“You know where I live?” Which was a stupid question, since he knew who I was, I am sure he knew my address as well.
“You are coming with me, we are mates. Mates stay together.” He slid me into the back of one of the vehicles and joined me.
‘Great! Now I was being kidnapped by my rescuers.’
It was daytime now; I had been missing for more than 12 hours, and my brother must be freaking out.
“My family would be worried about me. I lost my purse and mobile. I cannot leave with you like this. I have a life, Mr Blake.” I was trying to reason and keep calm. Though I knew he would not listen.
He smiled in response and snaked his arm around me, pulling me close to his body almost in his lap. A low growl emanated from his chest.
“You are mine now, including your life,” he stated with finality,” and please call me Lucian.”
I just stared right into those gorgeous eyes, “you cannot take my life decisions. I do not belong to you. I will do whatever I feel fits. I do not know why I am here with you; I barely know you, and this is the first we are having an actual conversation. I will not stand you bossing me around. You don’t even know me …’
I could not finish the sentence. My mouth was suddenly crushed under his. Those warm lips moved against mine, his tongue slid against my lips, cajoling me to open. I would have kept my mouth closed, but his hand was suddenly moving inside my skirt, grasping the inside of my thigh, and I gulped.
The hand on my thigh moved up my stomach to my covered breasts and started to massage them gently through the fabric.
He slipped his tongue in between my lips, and I was too helpless to stop him. His other hand moved to the back of my neck, holding me securely in place.
He slowly brushed his thumb firmly over my nipple. I wanted to fight him, I did everything possible to resist, but everywhere he touched me it felt like I was on fire.
Instead, I arched my back and grabbed his shoulders to hold him close. As he started plucking at one nipple then the other, I moaned into his mouth. This seemed to encourage him, moving his hand back down to the inside of my now slightly spread legs. I could not believe I was responding to him.
I wanted to reach down and stroke him. It took every ounce of decorum and self- control to not do so. I rubbed my hands over his chest and shoulders then wrapped it around his head, I tugged his soft hair. He growled in appreciation. My wolf responded.
I moved my tongue inside his sensual mouth as my fingers ran along his jawline. He tasted like coffee. I felt his tongue pushing against mine to dominate the kiss. I let him explore me freely. When he withdrew from my mouth, I nipped at his lower lip with my teeth, drawing out a faint groan.
His hand on my thigh had crawled inside, to stroke my clit. I wiggled against him.
He broke the kiss to whisper against my mouth, “Gosh! You are perfect!”
I pulled away and shouted at him, “What is wrong with you? Stop it!”
I felt angry and overly excited. No man had ever made me feel like this. He made
me frantic and needy all at the same time.
His grin was slightly evil as he inclined his head to the side, “you don’t seem to
mind it.”
My hands were on his shoulders, which made it easier to hit him.
“Leave me, this is wrong….” I said breathlessly.
It did not affect him, though. It only brought out a chuckle while he continued to rub my core. We were making out like teenagers in the back seat, with two of his men in the front seat. I was mortified, embarrassed, I knew I was blushing. “Stop this immediately,” my protest came out breathless, more like a request. His lips were travelling down my neck, leaving a wet path as he kissed and sucked at the sensitive skin.
His rough fingers travelled the length of my slit to play gently over a bundle of nerves. It was heavenly.
My hips were moving between his large hands and totally under their control. Lost in the sensations, I ground my pelvis into his finger. I intertwined my hands through the hair at his nape, loving the feel of the strong muscles beneath.
He bent forward and took my lips in his mouth, again, I lost it. Convulsing with his
fingers just slipping into my body, it was a mind-blowing orgasm. I rested my head on his shoulders as my spasms subsided.
He was gently stroking my hair and saying soothing words. I was too far gone to make sense of anything, but I had to plan my escape.
I felt like a slut. I had just cheated on Mark!
‘I am horrible!’, I thought.
‘No, you are not, you kissed your mate as you should,’ my wolf was pleased.
‘My wolf is a pervert,’ I cursed myself.
I finally slid off Lucian’s lap and pulled down my skirt, folding my arms. I was looking out of the window. He kept his hand firmly around me. The area looked familiar; it was the state highway a few miles off the pack lands. Still, I was unable to form any connection with Rick and I had lost my mobile.
Perhaps, I could plan an escape if I were careful. I turned towards him and spoke.
“Lucian, I need to use the restroom, can you stop at some service station, please?” I made my most desperate puppy face. My wolf was resisting. She was trying to overpower me so that I would stay.
He gave me a piercing look with those divine eyes. I noticed he had lovely lashes.
‘Please kiss him,’ my wolf pleaded. I ignored it.
“Sure, we’ll stop at the next gas station, I will escort you to the restroom. You will finish…. Whatever you want to do, in 5 minutes. If you do not come out in time.
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