Trusting The Alpha

Chapter 9

I am on fire! My eyes fly open as panic sets in, a weight on my chest. I look over and immediately calm down, I forgot Dean stayed with me last night, the weight on my chest is his arm, wrapped around me as a radiating heat emits from him. God, he is beautiful. I think as I take him in, his face peaceful even in sleep. His lips are parted as he snores lightly, the smell of mint washes over my face and I lean in, inhaling the sweet scent. I lift my hand and place it on his face, tracing the scar that sits there. What happened to you? I wonder as I trail my finger along the smooth skin. I am so occupied with my journey that I do not even notice that Dean is awake and staring at me. I blush and pull my hand back only for him to stop me, holding it to his face.

"Don't stop." He mutters and I continue, my hand shaking much to my embarrassment.

"What happened here?" I ask him, coming to the end of the scar and caressing his cheek. Dean takes a breath, shuddering under my touch and leaning into my palm.

"My brother." He answers, his eyes closed.

"Your brother did this?!" I ask him, taken by surprise. How could anyone be capable of doing this to someone they love?

"Yes." Dean rolls over onto his back, pulling me with him so I am laying on his chest.

"Why?"

"I wanted something from him, and he refused to let it go without a fight." Dean says, staring absentmindedly in front of him. He looks like a haunted man, whatever happening between the two of them flooding his head. His face twists in pain, the memory becoming too much, and I lean up and put my lips on his, wanting to stop his agony. Dean stiffens under me before kissing me back, hungrily cupping my face. He pulls me onto his lap, the blanket sliding off me as he does. My arms wrap themselves around his neck, seemingly having a mind of their own and Dean places his hands on my waist gripping tightly. This kiss is different, full of need. Dean expertly flips us over, so he is hovering over me, attacking my neck with his lips. My stomach tightens and a feeling I have never felt before washes over me. My eyes screw shut as he continues his assault, delicious tingles spreading throughout my body as he makes his way back up to my lips, his hips moving slowly between my legs. A moan escapes me, and Dean runs a hand through my hair, knotting his fingers in it. As soon as it started it stops as Dean pulls away abruptly with a growl, sitting at the edge of the bed, leaving me panting.

"Dean are you okay?" I ask, sitting up in the bed. He does not answer so I crawl over to him, and sit next to him, my feet hitting the soft carpet, "Dean?" He refuses to look at me, his eyes shut tight. Placing a hand on his face, he sighs breathlessly, and I gently turn his face to me and gasp when his eyes meet mine, they are that blazing bright green again. I raise my hands and touch the skin under his eyes as he looks at me, like a cat watching a bird, a hunter watching his prey. I shudder but not out of fear- out of want.

"They don't change in the lights do they?" I ask him.

"No, it happens when I get too excited." He mutters, looking at my lips. He is very excited, judging by the bulge in his pants.

"Oh." I blush and look away unable to hide the smile on my face, "Why didn't you tell me that before when I asked?"

"It is a little weird." He chuckles as he shifts on the bed.

"I'm going to go downstairs and check on Otis, you can come down when you are ready." I say hurrying to my feet. Dean blushes bright red, and I run out of the room and down the stairs to see Otis curled up on the couch.

"Hi handsome." I coo and Otis stands up stretching his long body, yawning as he does. "Are you hungry?" I ask picking him up and walking into the kitchen and retrieving his food from the cabinet. Dean walks down the stairs, standing in the doorway of the kitchen, watching me as he rolls up the sleeves of his shirt.