I keep watching him as he fixes his cuffs and brushes through his hair to fix strands that do not stay. I keep watching until his eyes fall on me.
His eyes widen, and pupils turn to an instant black to the presence of his wolf. He, no… they like what they see. He makes no move towards me and I do the same. We just appreciate each other looking at the other slowly from top to bottom, thinking of the things we could do to each other. I keep standing there admiring until I catch the sound of his voice.
“Come.” He tells me. One word… one word is all it takes for me to go rushing down the stairs until our chests meet. We look at each other, pupils dilating biting lips and mouth salivating. I grow in need. I want his hands on my body, I want his lips on my neck, I want to touch him, I want to possess him. My wants are interrupted with Deimos’s snarl as his teeth elongate. His urge to mark increasing by the second.
“Your scent calls to me, my mate. I can smell your need” His voice husky and deep while I grow a deep blush on my cheeks. With shaking hands, closing his eyes taking a deep breath controlling himself, “Let’s leave or I might lose myself and eat you up.” He tells me as he holds my low back slowly taking me to the ballroom. As the doors open and the packs gathered are informed of our arrival. Deimos’s chest puffs up pouring dominance from his pores and wolves kneel making way as we walk past them to the front stage of the room.
Deimos’s voice thunders across the ballroom, “Welcome. Tonight is a night of calmness. We have gathered here not for war but peace. Enjoy it as if it shall be your last and if your heart seems to be wary come show me of your fears and I shall calm you down.” As he finishes his small speech wolves cheer and once more begins talking to themselves while I hide my disappointment. I thought he will formally introduce me as his tonight. Am I hoping for too much? What am I doing?
Deimos walks to me to the queue of the soft music that begins playing in the background. “Care for a dance?” He asks me softly opening his palm to me which I softly take.
“I have never danced before, so I apologize in advance if I step on your feet,” I tell Deimos warily as he gathers me in his arms placing my hands around his neck while he places his around my hips. He doesn’t answer me just looks deep into my eyes.
As we sway to the music, I cannot see, hear nor feel anything else except the male in front of me. My heart beating so fast trying to be in sync with his, trying to enjoy this moment for however long it lasts.
Putting his face into my neck taking a deep whiff he growls softly. “You drive me wild, my mate.” He tells me small growls thundering deep within his chest. Softly kissing my neck, slowly sliding his palms from the side of my legs to my inner thigh he tries to comfort his urge. But it does us more harm adding fuel to the fire. My mouth letting out soft moans, eyes closed as I drown in the pleasure he gives me just by touching me. As he looks back at me and I at him, I ask him something I’ve wanted to for a long time.
“Kiss me, my male,” I whisper looking into his eyes. He growls and with one pull from his side, grabbing my face in his palms his lips devoured mine. Our passion for all to see, but I do not care what others think or feel. I want to live in this moment…. our moment. Our lips finally tasting the warmth of the other, my aching has finally calmed. Deimos softly slides his thumb on my cheek as we both smile.
Our moment is destroyed by the sound of heels clicking against the floor as we watch Theia running out the room and Cronus standing across the hall with hands in his pockets watching all of us calmly.
Deimos watches Theia and back to me as I try to control my tears. No! Please Deimos, don’t. Don’t do this to me, not now. With one last look at me, his eyes showing me some sort of promise he runs after her as I stand behind without a word watching my male running after another female.
I do not say a word, not even when Cronus takes my hands guiding me inside to a dark hallway where the only light comes from the moon through the large windows and pushes me against a wall. “Look at me. Look at me!” He screams to me as I slowly look up at him. “Why can’t you look at me instead of him? Why is he the only one in your eyes? Why is he the only male you see?” He screams as he bangs his fist against the wall to my side making me frown.
“What are you talking about, Cronus? What is the meaning of this?” What is he talking about? Deimos is my mate, of course, he will be the only one in my eyes, he is the possessor of my soul.
“I am saying I want you. Look at me properly, see through my eyes. See through my pain. See my heart. Won’t you have me? Won’t you be mine?” Cronus asks me while I just stare at him dumb folded. But before I could reply to him, a deep voice booms across the quiet dark hall.
“Over my dead body.” Deimos’s voice thunders with rage. Walking towards us ripping Cronus away from me. He throws me across his shoulder while I cry, hit and fight for him to let me go. But he pays me no mind focusing all his attention on Cronus. Didn’t he run to Theia? Didn’t he go behind her when he should have been by my side? When he should have chosen me.
“She is mine and shall always be. She belongs to me and if you ever come near her again I’ll make sure you do not see the light again.” Deimos has made his claim.