His snarls do not die rather loudens as he catches a whiff of the males’ attraction to my hormones. I seem to be unknowingly seducing them. He holds me tighter indirectly urging a male to come near if he dares.
Extracting his fangs he allows his beast to emerge within showing it in his eyes. Pushing my head deeper into his chest he licks my cheek, the side of my neck and the flesh of my lips putting his scent all over me. I chuckle softly whilst lifting his shirt and placing my palm on his skin.
He startles and slowly begins to calm allowing his nature to rest. “Calm down, it is not their fault. You know that.” I whisper soothingly in his ear patting him gently trying to ease his fur down. The unmated males begin to retreat and Deimos growls at every single one until they are out of view.
He finally looks down at me as I greet him with a smile. “Hi.” He whispers gently placing a strand of hair behind my ear.
“Hi.” I reply looking up at him my eyes soft.
“I didn’t like the way they feasted upon your sight.” He shakes his head, face distorted as if tasted something sour.
“But you chased all of them away.” I reply with a chuckle as he raises an eyebrow.
“And there would have been bloodshed if they still sought after you.” He replies not liking I find this amusing.
“You cannot do that. This is Giovanni’s pack!” I exclaim.
Bringing me closer to him he bends and whispers into my ear, “Gio will understand that his uncle will not stand another male looking at what is his.”
A soft blush grows upon my cheeks in response to his words. He always has his way with words. “Have you packed?” I ask him as he frowns.
“I thought my female was going to be packing for me.” He says and my eyes widen in response.
“Are you serious?” I ask looking at the time on my watch getting a bit upset. I want to get to the place before the rain arrives.
“Don’t females usually pack for their males? Isn’t that a form of love? Oh well, this is quite disappointing. Here I thought my female would-” Deimos speaks feigning sadness but I can see mischief hidden behind the curtain in his eyes.
Before he could complete his sentence I place a finger to his mouth shutting him up. “Come.” Is all I say grabbing him by the wrist taking him to our room. “We cannot go back home to get your clothes but since it is only for a few nights we can pack what you possess here.”
Deimos lets out a soft chuckle and I sigh. We have each other wrapped around our fingers. I can easily monopolize him and vice versa. The wolves watch with widened eyes as they see me grab the Alpha of Alphas’ tugging on him harshly to our room whilst he follows like a lost pup.
“She is mad at me. I think I will be punished.” He whispers to all the wolves watching on the way. The females giggle to his words whilst the males stare dumbfounded mouth open staring at the scene.
Climbing up the stairs opening the door, I push him inside the room. “So what kind of punishment am I to receive?” He questions with a sly smile across his face whilst tugging at his shirt.
Quickly opening the wardrobe I take out the other suitcase. I brought it with me in case I needed another and I indeed did. “You should have told me earlier, my male. I did not know this was the case. You know my upbringing, I do not know of a lot of things.” I whisper removing his shirts off the hangers and throwing them upon the bed.
Deimos slowly walks to stand behind me sharing his warmth with me, wrapping his arms around my waist he whispers in my ear, “I am sorry. I should have told you earlier.” He leaves a soft kiss to the side of my neck.
Gathering two hangers that hold different shirts I lift it in front of us. “This one or this?” I ask whilst inspecting the color, material, and pattern.
“Hmm? Doesn’t matter. Whichever you like.” He hums eyes closed swaying us softly pleased with the feeling of his female close to him.
“Deimos. Hurry up.” I urge him to choose. Opening his eyes placing his chin on my shoulder he gives them a look over.
“Didn’t Ragon purchase that?” He questions staring at the dark navy linen shirt. It is quite loose on Deimos where his chest is always open for viewing but it looks really good on him. He looks delicious in it.
“Yes, he did.” I say nodding.
“Then I will take the other shirt. I don’t want him to see me in the one he bought me. He would run to hug me all giddy with happiness like a little pup thinking I love it.” He says shaking his head as I laugh.
“Don’t be like that. I like this shirt on you.” I say with a smile imagining him in it whilst meeting his eyes through the mirror.
His demeanor changes, childish play erased the Alpha male rising. A serious look overtakes his face as he watches me taking in deep puffs of my scent. “I will take this shirt, Lumina.” He whispers but his voice is deep and husky.
My eyes widen as his eyes grow hooded. “W-Why?” I ask.
“For I will wear it while I fuck you since your dirty little mind is showing me pictures of how well you like it on me.” He moans in my ear as I flinch and blush hard to his words.
I gasp as he encages me deeper within his hold, my ass pushed onto his now hard shaft. He groans taking a whiff of my scent again. “Deimos.” I whine trying to move away while his palms yank my hips backward bringing me to him keeping me in position.
“Lumina you smell so good. So sweet almost begging me to taste you.” He growls lifting my shirt up placing his palm on my stomach. Skin against skin. I look away from him not wanting to fuel the spark that might lead to a raging fire.
My heat hormones have begun their spell, messing with his mind and body. Tomorrow all he will see and smell would be me and he would not be able to control himself. But he can now.
Before his lips could touch my flesh I quickly dodge and move far from him putting space between us. His eyes widen and instant surprise takes over. My chest heaves, breathing becoming harsher and so does his.
He bites his plump lower lip looking at me from head to toe slowly drinking me in. He takes a step forward towards me. Arm up, palm facing him I use my Alpha tone on him. “No. Stop.”
He immediately puts the brake on his feet and I look at his hard cock straining against his pants. It looks painful as he struggles to stand comfortably. “Lumina.” He groans with discomfort wanting release.
“We need to head out soon and you need to finish up on your own.” I say pointing a finger to his cock. Biting his inner cheek he takes another tentative step forward. “In the bathroom.” I order my tone strong. Taking deep breaths he heads inside shoulders slumped, head hung low upset he did not receive his treat.