Chapter 6

Drake’s POV

   I avoided her all day. Sitting in what was to be her office and handling work that I was too distracted to handle in earnest. I found myself pacing or stepping out on the patio for a smoke more often than not, a few times her scent wafted to me, through the door or an open window or whatever, but I couldn’t face her. She seemed so angry at my compliment this morning and I feel like I just keep fucking up when it comes to her. I truly meant it, she was so sexy with that little tank and those short pajama bottoms showing her shapely legs off, her hair all a mess like she had been tossing in her sleep. She admitted that I’m in her dreams. Her reaction must mean either they are nightmares or sex dreams, I suspect the latter from her arousal. I never miss dinner and while I was tempted to skip it Ezekiel made me promise that I wouldn’t skip out. When I heard her coming down the hall I pulled her into the office to talk. I just wanted to bury the hatchet, that’s what I keep telling myself.

   I felt the heat in her kiss, the need and I responded in kind, my desire for her taking over. There is no telling how far it would have gone if Zeke hadn’t knocked on the door, summoning us to dinner. His timing is impeccable! I roll my eyes as I try to pull myself together, my dick is hard, but I can’t fix that, not while she is standing so close, breathing deeply and looking like a deer caught in the headlights. As I rake my mess of curls she seems to come to a bit, and gets a cute little smile, her eyes twinkle as she reaches back pulling her ponytail out and fixing her hair. I can't miss how her breasts rise and fall with her movements, not helping the hardness that is now making my tight jeans feel overly tight as my cock throbs. I may need to wear loose jeans around her if this is going to continue. Her hardened nipple grazes my arm as she reaches around and pulls my unruly hair into a quick, messy bun and I throb once again. When she stands back to admire her work I smirk at her and she whispers  “Not a word!” She just whispered an order that I feel compelled to follow, she doesn’t even know her alpha aura is showing. Usually, it doesn’t really manifest until the alpha is eighteen and/or takes the alpha oath, but there is nothing usual about her. I kiss her tenderly before slipping from the room and walking to the dining hall. I hear when she follows and know she is about 10 feet behind me but deliberately walking slowly so that i get further ahead.

    I grab a plate and pile it with food and just a moment after I sit she enters the room. The look of awe on her face makes me smile, she is so fucking cute! Zeke has already made plates for himself and his sister. He really is a sweet kid and he waves her over to the table, standing to embrace her, I leave them to their moment, but as she sits I speak up. “Welcome to the Alpha table, Alpha Azalea! You will notice both the placement of our table and the fact that we have chairs not benches and no one sits across from us, make it stand out. After dinner, or sometimes during, people often come up and stand opposite us and make reports or pleas . I do what I can to best help the people.” I slide her an open bottle of ale “I thought you might like this kind. It’s from our microbrewery. If you don’t we have other varieties or the ones I have imported. This country needed better beer and ale.” I smirk but she doesn’t look at me. I chose a Raspberry Ale for her. flavors of fresh fruit make me think of her because she tastes like chocolate dipped strawberries and I really hope she likes it.

   She doesn’t look at me all through dinner and it is fucking driving me the fuck nuts. I want those beautiful blue eyes on me, I want her to smile at me and Goddess help me. I want her lips on me, kissing me, tasting me, wrapped around my cock. I want so much more of her than I probably should. 

    After we hear the last petitioners and the  last of the reports we stand from our seats and start down the hall. My mind goes to Karl having leaned across the table, pulling Zelle into a crushing hug and apologizing  for not being at her welcome home party due to being on patrol followed by her congratulating him on finding his mate. I know that he has a mate, but a pang of jealousy goes through me when I think of her hugging him back. When I first met her he was at the club with her. Zeke grabs my arm “Did you hear me, bro?” He has been calling me that for the last year and a half, saying that I am like an older brother.

     “No, sorry, kid! My mind was preoccupied” I admit and Azalea snickers at me. “Azalea, I want to know why you prefer to go by ‘Zelle’.”

     “In here you two, then you can answer him, Zelly!” Zeke laughs as he opens my…well, Zelle’s office door.

     We step inside and Zelle looks at me as she perches on the edge of the desk “I was never allowed to use a nickname in my father’s presence, neither was Zeke, but I would use his on him, when we were alone. Celeste is the one who first called me ‘Zelle’ after my friends tried a few others. 'Zea’ was another contender, but ‘Zelle’ is what stuck. Now what was Zeke asking us?” 

     “I was asking if the two of you could come in here and work out a way to get along with one another. The tension today between you was palpable and at dinner, Zelle, you wouldn’t even look at Drake when he was being nice to you. It doesn’t bode well for any of us” Zeke, the overly mature teen that he is, states. 

    I look at Azalea, then Ezekiel .” I have no problem with that, Zeke” I reply.

“I will try, little brother,” she sighs. Her eyes flick to mine and I see her breath catch, her chest heaving as her eyes lock on mine.

    My phone rings with the tone meant for the one line I always have to answer “Alpha Grady, It must be late there, what has you up at this hour?”

    “Your former pack was attacked by vampires. Rumor has it they are looking for the hybrid son of the Vampire King. I didn’t think they could mean you, until, tonight” Grady says.

     “Glad to hear your confidence in me hasn’t shaken,” I laugh. “So what are you on about?” 

“He sent a messenger, I just sent them back to him...I gave them your location, I am sorry to say, but I have to protect my pack.”

     “Understood!” I growl, “I will do my best to prepare for the company. Thank you!”

“Try to have a good evening. Did you find that girl of yours?” Grady  asks.

 “Yes, I’ll tell you more later. Goodnight!” I reply gruffly, eyeballing the beauty only feet from me with her eyes watching my every move.

    “If that is all for now , Zeke. Maybe we should all retire to our own rooms” I grit. I am trying to hold it together, to not scoop her in my arms and  see just how far those kisses will go. 

    We all exit the room and head up the stairs to the second level . As I start to turn left towers my chambers, a soft hand reaches out for my arm firmly pulling me to turn. “We shouldn’t do that again,” she whispers.

   “No, perhaps we shouldn’t, kitten. '' I breathe into her ear, brushing my lips along her jaw. My lips tingle as they brush her delicate skin and she gasps, grabbing the front of my shirt. Our lips meet and I smirk against her lips. “You aren’t helping your case, kitten” I whisper against her lips before capturing them with mine. She deepens the kiss, pulling me against here, tugging at my curls as her hips roll forward against my length, then she pulls away.

   Breathlessly, she groans “goodnight, Drake!” Then she turns rapidly, moving down the hall opposite mine to the Alpha Suite. Snickering behind me  clues me in to our audience. I had completely forgotten how close Zeke had been. 

     “Well, Drake, I would be guessing you are off to a good start at getting along. I wondered why you were no longer behind me, and maybe I shouldn’t have come back. There is no telling what my sister would have done to you if she hadn’t heard my footsteps.”

     “It’s probably for the best. She isn’t of age yet and I would want to mark her…I can’t do that until she is eighteen and only with her permission. She has to want it all.’  I grit.  “Now if you would excuse me I have to go deal with the third hardon your sister gave me today.”

     Zeke chuckles “Good luck with that, bro.”

     I go to my room and shut the door…I unfasten my jeans that are feeling way to fucking tight about now…I undress, pulling my pants off and freeing my cock as go to take a shower. My hard length springs free and I fist it…Goddess, I need to relieve this! I turn the faucet on and step under the warm water, thrusting into my own hand while I picture her full lips wrapped around my cock. Her taste is still on my tongue from her kisses and I crave so much more. I pump my cock with my fist, picturing her heaving chest and pleading eyes, her luscious lips and curvy ass…oh, my goddess! I picture her on her knees in the tiny shorts and strappy tank from this morning  ready for me to fuck her mouth…those lips would look amazing wrapped around…oh, goddess! “Fuck !” I stretch out the “u’ sound as I shoot my load all over the tile of the shower. Oh, my goddess, this woman is going to be the death of me.