Logan
I have been planning for this ceremony where I get to introduce the Blacktooth Guardians pack to its new Luna. After a few meetings with the council, we have agreed to a date. She might not be ready for the mating ceremony and an official marriage, but we can’t keep the pack’s Luna from them.
I am only left with informing Eric and the rest of Arya’s family. I haven’t given Arya the details of what is going on. I haven’t told her anything about it. With her stubborn nature, she would immediately refuse and put all the preparations to a halt which isn’t what I want. I will tell her at the right time when it is too late to stop it.
I am chasing something. After the introduction ceremony, she will have to move in which me. It wouldn’t make sense for her to stay in the Blue Blood pack.
In my mind, I am sure she won’t be completely amenable to that. What did she say she wanted? A boyfriend?
That is quite an expectation, baby girl. She has put me up to a challenge.
I pick her up, at seven. She looks breathtakingly beautiful in a red tight dress with a high slit on the hip, complimented with white heels. Before I conclude how much effort she has put in to dress up, I catch her best friend’s grin behind her in the house. She puts her thumbs up as if to cheer her on. Now I have the image of her forcing Arya into the attire when she would have opted for plain jeans. Well, I love Arya in a dress, how quickly I can access…
She looks up at me, her eyelashes longer than I remember. She has on very dark eyeshadow and deep red lipstick. She frowns and clutches at her bag, clumsily. I prefer her natural but this is okay.
“This is all Penny’s handiwork,” she says when I stare for too long.
“You look stunning, baby. Is she a designer or what?”
“I look a mess don’t I?”
“No, hell no. That’s not what I meant. You look gorgeous.” She doesn’t look to believe me. How many synonyms of beauty do I have to use for her to understand this?
Pulling her by the waist, I tilt her, in an exaggerated dramatic move and kiss her so deep with lust for this whole goddamn week I have spent without tasting her mouth. I regretted taking the business trip on the first night.
“I can’t believe you are actually up to this,” she says. “You look good yourself. ”
“Why? You thought I would back down?”
“Yeah, and you forgot the flowers,” she says with a coy smile.
“Arya, I am trying here. This is a whole new world for me,” I look her in the eyes. She wraps her hands around my neck and pulls my head closer to mine. She kisses me again, this time slow and sweet.
She missed me too.
“And I appreciate that you are,” she says after pulling away from the kiss.
“I think I have to fix my lipstick,” she giggles. That sound. God. It does miracles to my body.
“You look fine to me,” I say, leading her to the car.
“I don’t believe that,” she says. I don’t insist.
Opening the passenger door, she gets in. I walk around to the driver’s side.
What the hell is happening to me? Here I am in Blue Blood Territory, picking up their daughter for a romantic date. If someone had told me about that one month ago, I would have cut his limbs off for the sick joke. But now it is happening.
This woman in my car has drilled into my rock-hard heart. I didn’t even know if I still had the heart in me, but she made me realize it. I want to make her happy.
There is nothing I won’t do for my mate.
I choose Luxe Cuisine restaurant, a five-star restaurant in the city. I trust their services.
An obsequious waiter leads us to a secluded table; he’s all warm and full of charm. I think it is directed to my partner. I glance at the menus handed to us and decide to order before the waiter retreats.
“So we’ll each have sirloin steak cooked medium, béarnaise sauce if you have it, fries, and green vegetables, whatever the chef has-and bring me the wine list.”
“Certainly, sir,” he says, and rushes off.
Arya purses her lips, annoyed.
What now?
“And if I don’t like steak?”
“You are a wolf, it’s obvious.”
“What if I don’t feel like it at the moment? You can’t always assume what I want,” she retorts. I almost riposte but I remember this is supposed to be a romantic date. I start to doubt if I will make it to the end before I lose it.
“Okay, what would you like to eat?” I inquire with a sham courtesy.
“It’s fine. I will go with the steak,” she says.
What the fuck?
We had to go through all the trouble for nothing?
My fists ball up in irritation.
Control. Just keep control. This dinner date is going to be a long one. I hope Arya is ready to pay for the consequences of her actions later.
The waiter returns with the wine list, giving me a chance to regain my cool. The selection is average: only one drinkable wine is on the menu. I glance at Arya, who looks like she’s sulking. I know that look. Perhaps she wanted to select her meal. And I can’t resist toying with her.
“Would you like to choose the wine?” I ask and I know I sound sarcastic.
“You choose.” She presses her lips together.
Yeah. Don’t play games with me, baby.
“Two glasses of the Barossa Valley Shiraz, please,” I say to the waiter, who’s hovering.
“Er, we only sell that wine by the bottle, sir.”
“A bottle, then.”
“Sir.” He retreats.
The dinner goes surprisingly smoothly thereafter. Arya doesn’t make any witty comments so I manage to feel comfortable. The waiter cleared our table and I let him go ahead.
“What do you want to do? It is just eight,” I say checking on my hand watch.
“I thought you had the whole night planned out,” she remarks.
“I have indeed, but I doubt if you might agree to my plans,”
“Why would you say so? ”
“If I were to go as I had planned, we shouldn’t be here. I would like you chained on my bed and thoroughly fucked,” I reply. Her eyes widen in surprise but she quickly recovers.
“I consider that as if you are only interested in my body for that matter. Is that all you could think about me for this time we haven’t been together?” she tilts her head and tucks her loose hair behind her ear, exposing the mark.
My mark.
The Mark of my ownership. I don’t know why but that stirs my libido.
“I won’t lie to you, baby. Your body, its scent and everything on you are so intoxicating. You can’t blame me for missing your body so much. It is mine, Arya. There is nothing wrong in wanting to fuck my mate,” I respond, my eyes darting from her eyes to my mark. It is so perfect. No dick in their right sense of mind would dare dream of touching her or even get any closer to her unless they want to meet their graves.
“Tell me, Arya? Don’t you miss me? Don’t you miss us; how our bodies connect, how they fit perfectly together, how my hand knows all those places on you that you never knew existed? Say you didn’t, Arya, and I will drive you home safely and promise not to touch you at all meanwhile,” I ask. She squirms in her seat and licks her lips.
“You can’t do this, Logan. You are not being fair at all using sex as a weapon,” she retorts.
“Why not? You feel it too, right? The connection between our bodies, the need, the lust… It is our wolves pulling us together. You can’t hide it from me, Arya, because your body gives you out.” She downs the wine remaining in her glass.
“Do you want more?” I ask, regarding the wine.
“No, thanks. I think I have had enough. I don’t want to get drunk.” Good point.
“So, would you like me to continue with my plans, or do you have in mind something better we can do together?” I hope not.
“I don’t think your plans are what I would consider appropriate after this romantic dinner. I want to dance,” she replies.
What?
“You want to dance?” I give her a quizzical look. There is glitter in her eyes. I am no longer sure if she is drunk or not.
“You want to go to a club?” I inquire. She nods.
“No, I can not take you there,” I refused immediately.
“Why not?”
“Why not? I will have to book the whole dance floor so that no prick gets any close to you or even look at you while you dance. The last thing I want is to kill someone on such a good night,” I respond. She rolls her eyes at me.
“That is outrageous. You can’t protect me like that! I am not a kid!” she squeals.
“You are my baby girl, and yes I can do that,” I respond. She is practically fuming.
“Being the Alpha doesn’t make you the emperor of the world. You can not control everything.”
“I can because I have hot the money, baby girl. Money talks,” I lean to get closer to her. She savagely Downs the last wine in her glass and gets up hastily.
“This was such a sweet and romantic date, Logan. I want to go home now,” she says, holding her purse.
I knew it! I knew this was never going to end well.
“It would be my pleasure to drive you,” I say, getting up. Her eyebrows knit in confusion.
“I mean home, where you picked me,” she adds.
“Let’s go out before we cause a scene here,” I implore her through clenched teeth because some people have already started throwing glances at us.
She dramatically throws her hair behind her and walks out of the restaurant with me following.
“Why are you mad at me this time? Be exact,” I ask.
“I don’t want to talk to you. I just want to go home,” she responds folding her hands in front of her.
“You are being childish right now, Arya. I will take you home if you want me to. I am not going to apologize for whatever I said because I meant every word I said back there. I am serious, baby girl. I missed you,” I say, more of a confession on my side.
Arya licks her lips and looks up at the sky as if looking for advice from the moon. Maybe the moon Goddess.
“I missed you, too, Logan,” she responds after some time. “I missed more than your body. I missed your presence, your savage affection, I missed it all.” A lump begins to swell in my throat, a swelling of pride and pure raw affection for this woman in front of me. I just want to pin her on this wall behind us and savour her right now, but I try to be the gentleman I have hardly been from the beginning of this date.
Even though she easily gets pissed whenever I am around her, she missed me. I pull her into a hug and she comes in without refusal. She hugs me back, nesting her head in my chest. I kiss the top of her head, marvelling at how small she is compared to me.
“Maybe it is not yet too late to consider my romantic date a disaster. Let’s go home, baby. I promise I won’t lure you into letting me tie you onto my bed,” I say. She breaks the hug and smiles at me
I know. I don’t know how to pretend to be romantic, but at least I managed to make her smile.
“We can watch movies, though I have never considered it an interest-” She quickly covers my mouth with her palm.
“Ssh…” she hushes me. I widen my eyes at her, removing her hand, she stands on her tiptoes to kiss me. I lean down, to make it easy for her. It is a hungry one, soul-sucking, slow, and wet. She wraps her hands around my neck and keeps kissing me, exploring my mouth, her tongue dancing with mine. I want to grab her and pin her but I let her take control, letting her own my mouth, and the whole of me, kissing her back with equal fever.
“Right now, I just want to be naked and submissive to your hands,” she whispers against my lips.
God! Those words are enough to disconnect every sensible wire in my mind. I so much want that too.
“Well, we better get in the car and be on our way,” I say hastily, my voice suddenly hoarse. She chuckles.
With all this lust surging through my blood, I can only hope I don’t cause an accident while I drive.