The Alpha Takes a Mate (3 page)

Chapter Three

Elle looked really cute when she was angry.
Brandon couldn’t help but be charmed by her. Her arms were folded underneath her impressive rack. He wanted to turn her around so he could watch her lose her temper.

“Then why don’t you tell me what the problems are?” he asked.

She turned to him. Her hazel eyes glanced into his gaze but then stared past his shoulder. He frowned. Why didn’t Elle ever look him in the eye?

“You’re old,” she said.

“What?” he asked, struggling to contain the roar inside him.

“I’m only twenty-one
, but you’re what? Fifty or something. You’re old.”

He glared at her, angry at her words. Her hands shook as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Yes, he was nearing over fifty in age
, but he looked no older than thirty. Werewolves and most of the sectors in the paranormal community aged slowly when they grew into their powers or ability. Witches were known for being thousands of years old but not looking a day over twenty-five.

Running a hand down his face, he waited for her to continue.

“I don’t know you.”

“I’m
Brandon, your alpha of the Northern Forest pack.”

“I’m not part of the pack. I’m also human. I’m not a wolf
, and I’ll never be a wolf.” She glanced down at her bandaged wrist. He followed her gaze. “Unless, the movies are right and I can be turned from your bite.”

He smirked. “The movies are wrong. You’re not going to turn into a wolf.”

“Good. I don’t think I could handle that.” One of her hands went to her neck. He watched the movement wondering what the problem was.

“What else?” he asked.

“Besides age, human, and our general lack of knowledge about each other?”

He nodded.

“I guess you can add the fact you have no respect for human women to the mix.”

Brandon
turned his gaze back to her at her last comment. “What?”

“I’ve seen the way you treat human women
, and the same goes for the men of your pack. You don’t give a shit about us. You use us and then throw us away like trash. You only treat your pack females with respect.”

Feeling his anger tighten,
Brandon took a step away. Her scent followed him regardless.

“
The excuses you give are pointless,” he said.

“Pointless?”

“Yes, pointless. You’re my mate, Elle. You’ve got to accept that.”

“I don’t have to accept anything from you. I’m not your mate. I don’t feel anything for you.”

He’d seen her hard nipples and scented her creamy pussy. Her mind might not like being mated to him, but her body loved it. Closing the distance between them, Brandon pressed her against the wall.

“You don’t feel anything for me?” he asked.

She shook her head. Her eyes were wide as she looked at him.

“I’ve heard some things about you, Elle. I know you’ve not been with another male
, and you don’t have a reputation for putting out either.” He lifted his hand against her face. Brandon relished the feel of her soft skin against his palm. She moaned as he stroked her cheek then moved down to her neck. Her pussy beat rapidly against his hand. Moving his hand down to her breast, Brandon stroked the tight bud.

Elle gasped. Before he did anything else, he moved his hand down to the edge of her skirt. The dress uniform stopped above her knee.
Brandon lifted the dress up and then placed his palm against her hot pussy. The panties she wore were soaking wet.

She cried out
, and her hands gripped his arms as he moved the fabric of her panties aside for him to explore her tender flesh. Her slit was soaked with her cream. Her clit was swollen. He pressed a thumb against her bud.

“Look at me,” he said.

Her gaze turned to him for a split second before going over his shoulder. Snarling at her insolence, Brandon pressed his face against her neck. He inhaled her strawberry and vanilla scent as he stroked her pussy. Her legs shook, and he wrapped an arm around her waist that kept her upright.

His cock was thick in the jeans he wore. All he desired to do was push his jeans down and thrust his dick deep inside her tight little cunt. Using two fingers he stroked her swollen nub. Her arousal filled the room. The musky scent of her cream soaked his fingers.

Brandon brought her to orgasm as he sucked on the flesh of her neck.

Her screams echoed off the walls and filled him with pride, knowing he’d been the one to bring her to orgasm.

Elle collapsed against him, her heavy breathing the only sound he could hear.

“I’ve got you,” he said.

She froze in his arms.

“Let me go,” she said, pulling away from him.

This time, Brandon let her go. Pressing his free arm against her head, blocking her escape, he licked the fingers he’d brought her to orgasm with. Her taste exploded on his tongue. He couldn’t wait to get his tongue on her. “You taste amazing. Who would have thought you’d taste so innocent.”

“You’re disgusting,” she said.

He chuckled. Brandon loved seeing the fire inside her. Her eyes flashed with heat. He just wished she’d look him in the eye for longer than two seconds.

“
You’re my mate, Elle. There is no escaping this.”

“Find some other woman to fuck. I’m not your mate.” She pressed her hands against his chest and then pushed. He didn’t budge as she pushed again.

“You’re under my protection.” He saw his mark against her neck. Her wrist would contain his scent. Any wolf who got close to her would know to stay away from her.

“I don’t need your protection.”

“Whether you like it or not, you’ve got it. I’ll let you go for now, but I’ll be the one to take you home,” he said.

He wanted to prolong his time with her.

****

I can’t be his mate. It’s a fucking mistake.

Elle followed him downstairs to where Drake and Darcy were waiting. They smirked at her. Heat filled her cheeks. Both men knew what happened upstairs. She was left alone with the alpha for twenty-minutes, and he’d given her an orgasm. Elle hated herself for her weakness. No man should have that kind of power over a woman.

“I’m taking Elle home,”
Brandon said, addressing both men. They nodded and made no other sound.

She covered her cheeks in shame. Their lack of words said it all
. She was a slut.

Brandon
headed for the door. He opened the door, and Lewis was approaching.

“Daisy
’s pissed at you, Brandon. She likes Elle working for her, and she wants to see you.” Lewis turned to her. “Daisy said you could take the rest of the day off and she’d see you tonight.”

“I’m taking her home. All of you be here when I get back.”

He didn’t wait to get confirmation. They walked out of his home. She trailed behind him, trying to slow down so she didn’t have to walk beside him.

“You’re very bossy,” she said.

“Are you walking slowly on purpose?” he asked, turning to glare at her.

She dropped her gaze. “I don’t want to walk with you. I can find my own way home.”

“Look at me,” he said.

Elle lifted her gaze to his mouth. Those lips had been on her neck sucking at her skin. She touched her neck. Did he leave a mark?

Shit, she needed to see if he’d marked her. Covering her neck she caught up to him making sure to walk beside him.

They walked through town. She sensed the peoples’ gazes on them.

Neither of them said another word to each other. She was thankful for his silence.

They made it to where she lived with her parents.
Brandon opened the door going inside.

“Why didn’t you knock?” she asked, outraged by his attitude.

“I own this town. I do what I like.”

Her father came out of his study
, and her mother came out of the kitchen. The scent of chilli filled the air. Her mother, Vivian, made the best chilli in the town.

“What’s going on?” her father asked, looking between them.

“I need to speak with you,” Brandon said.

She watched as her father nodded.
Brandon released her. Both men disappeared inside the study.

“What’s going on?” Vivian asked.

Elle followed her mother into the kitchen. The stove had four pots of chilli cooking on top. She groaned, thinking about what would happen at nightfall. The town was closed tomorrow so that everyone could celebrate the full moon. She went to the fridge, grabbed a carton of juice and took a long swig. Vivian gasped as her neck was exposed.

“What the hell happened, Elle?” she asked.

Turning away from her mother, Elle went to check her neck out in the mirror. A large purple bruise was on her neck. She didn’t know how it had come up so quickly.

With her shoulders slumped, she stared at her mother. “
Brandon thinks we’re mated. He bit my wrist, and things got a little heavy.”

“Elle Smith, what were you thinking?”

I wasn’t.

“Don’t start the lecture, Mom. I know I fucked up. Please, leave it. We’ve got the feast to get through tonight
, and I’m not in the mood to play twenty questions.”

Her mother went to say something else
, but Brandon interrupted her.

“Leave her be.”

Vivian’s mouth opened then closed before she nodded and then left.

Elle stared at
Brandon. She dropped her gaze from his eyes to his still bare chest. “Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?” she asked.

“I’m hotter than most men.” He moved closer until his chest was next to her face. “Look at me.”

She shook her head. Her heart pounded inside her chest, and her nerves were back.

He let out a curse. “I’ve spoken with Raymond. He understands what’s going on.”

“What is going on? Dad knows what’s going on, but I don’t have a clue.”

Brandon
caressed her cheek. “You know what’s going on. You’re refusing to listen to me.”

The backs of his fingers ignited a flame inside her. She wanted him. Up until an hour ago she’d never experienced an orgasm
, and now she felt like a wanton hussy needing his touch.

“I’ll see you at the feast. During the hunt stay in your home,” he said, ordering.

“Why?” she asked.

“I’m not asking you, Elle. If you leave this house
before the feast, I’ll fucking punish you.”

In the next instant he left.

She walked to her father’s study. He was bent over a book, shaking his head.

“Daddy,” she said, gaining his attention.

His head shot up. “Elle, are you all right?”

“I’m a little shaken. I don’t know what happened. I was flipping pancakes, talking with Layla
, and then I was being pulled to Brandon. I didn’t do anything.”

Raymond stood and moved around to embrace her. “Our alpha has taken care of everything. You’re under his protection. He’ll be notifying the pack tonight over the feast.”

She shook her head. “No, he can’t do that. It’s wrong. I’m human.”

“It doesn’t matter.
Brandon is going to claim you in front of the whole pack, and then he’ll take you as a mate.”