Talking To The Moon | Complete |

Captive

A/N: So, after I posted that first chapter, I have decided that, for y'all to better read it, I'm gonna have to "format" the paragraphs... Does that make sense?!?:/;)
By the way, this lovely hunk of pure Italian man ^^^ is Adrian Bellani, who I'd imagine to "play" Alessio...

The man was large, easily standing at 6 feet, with broad shoulders and, quite frankly, a fine ass. Heat radiated from his body, strangely warming my own body from the chill of the night, as he walked slowly through the trees towards the Pack House. Not sure of who he was or what the hell he was doing, I decided that I had to fight.

Ramming my elbow into the small of his back as I rode over his shoulder, I squealed as he slapped a large, heavy hand over my ass with a husky chuckle. "Careful, pet... You might get away..."

Rolling my eyes, I growled through gritted teeth; if I could just get on the ground, I could shift and kick his ass up one side and down the other. 'But he's our Mate! Why do you wanna kick that oh so fine ass of his?!?'

'Would someone's Mate throw them over their shoulder like a caveman without even introducing themselves?!?' Growling a response to my wolf, I huffed as a husky chuckle rumbled throughout his body again. Deciding to make small talk to distract him until we got wherever the hell he was taking us, I sucked in a breath- and was hit with the force of his scent. Why was he affecting me like this?!? 'Because he's our Mate, stupid! God, are you so dense as to not know your own damn Mate?!?'

'I know my own damn Mate, but why the hell did he have to throw me over his shoulder like that?!?' My wolf wouldn't see sense, and I was tired of arguing with her, so I was grateful when she finally shut up. The only thing was, when she did finally shut up, I was left alone with my thoughts- and that wasn't really a good thing.

"You're quiet back there..." The man's voice was husky and deep, full of Italian accent, and sent a shiver through my body. What the hell?!? He must've felt it, because just then a chuckle shook his own body. "You feel it too, don't you, little one- the sparks, the chemistry, our wolves going crazy..."

Barely nodding in response, I squeaked as he picked me up over his shoulder and set me back on the ground. I swear, in that moment, if not for his arms, I would've fallen over... "Of course I feel it- you're my---" I trailed off, not wanting to say those words just yet. I would eventually, I knew I would, I just wasn't ready.

The man tugged me against his chest with one arm holding me tight as the other slowly tipped my chin. Light, almost butterscotch, brown eyes met mine as his chest rose and fell under my hand with each ragged breath he took. His gaze never wavered as his grip on my chin tightened ever so slightly. "Say it, mia bella piccolo, out loud." (My beautiful little one)

"Mate... You're my Mate."

~000~

The room we were in was clearly the Pack "jail" of sorts, with cells lining both walls and an "interrogation" room on the far wall. I currently sat in a chair at the interrogation table, the overhead lamp shining down on me. I hadn't said a word since we'd gotten here, and neither had he. I wanted to speak, to tell him what I was originally here for- to find the Alpha and gain "sanctuary" while in Italy- but words failed me.

He sat opposite me in a backwards turned chair, his lips in a mute line. He simply sat there and stared at me, eyes boring into mine, but he wouldn't speak- and I was getting antsy. Why was he being so quiet? Finally, he spoke: "What's your name, little one?"

Unprepared for his rough voice, I squeaked my throat clear then answered: "Luna Ma-"

He cut me off with a thunderous growl, murder in his eyes, and lunged across the small table at me. His arms were an iron cage of protection around me as I fell backwards in my chair, towards the floor. I didn't get that far, though, as he swung me onto his chest, taking the brunt of the blow. "What?!? You're a Luna?!?" Another deep growl- I then realized it was the same as before, when I was in the woods- rumbled in my ear as he slowly rolled over and pinned me to the ground beneath him. As slow as molasses, his nose lowered to my throat as he deeply inhaled. "You're not Mated, little one- I'd smell someone on you if you were... So how are you a Luna?!?"

Rolling my eyes, I tried, and failed, to push him off me. The only thing I actually succeeded in doing was making him lie flatter on top of me, with yet another growl. "If you hadn't gone all possessive mate on me, you'd know that my name is Luna- like, my first name... Luna Elise Martin..."

He breathed a sigh of relief and kept his nose buried in the hollow of my throat, using my scent to calm down. Purring, he began to lightly, teasingly nibble at my throat- where he would Mark me as his own soon. "Luna... My Luna..."

The way his rough, gravelly Italian accent purred my name made me shiver as I bit back a moan. The way he purred my name...! Trembling in spite of myself, I unconsciously arched off the floor, giving him better access to my skin, as he continued his sweet, torturous assault on my neck. "You can't just do this to me- you can't just tease me like that and not tell me your name..."

He pulled away from my neck with a chuckle and shook his head, eyes still on mine. "Alessio Ercolani, Alfa of the Ridere Lupo Pack..."

Of course he would be the Alpha! "That's funny- you're actually just the man I needed to see..." Trailing off, I sat up, blushing, as I realized I was now straddling him. Just great... This was not how I imagined my first meeting with my mate...

"You were looking for me?!?" There was surprise in his voice- he did little to hide it- as he rose a brow and sat up as well; now, I was in his lap, and his, um, nether regions, were very, um, noticeable... Not that he noticed- but I damn sure did... "Why were you looking for me?"

"I'm in Italy on vacation and wanted to find the Alpha, who just happens to be you, so I could tell you I was here and ask for sanctuary from your Pack... I'd rather my world tour not be cut short by my death..."

He looked taken aback- then grew angry. "My Pack would never kill you- I would not let them! Even if all you were was a rogue, and not my mate, they wouldn't kill you... The worst they would do is torture you to get all your secrets..." At the ashen, rather scared look on my face, his eyes softened once again to that butterscotch brown. "I will not let anyone ever hurt you, Luna... Tu sei mia, piccola." (You are mine, little one)

Gazing into his eyes, I slowly reached up a hand and caressed his cheek, my wolf going crazy. "What does that mean?!?"

Sighing, his hand came up to rest on mine as he smiled- a slow, genuine moving of his full, red lips. "It means, Luna, that you are mine." Then he lowered his head and his lips pressed light as a butterfly's wing against my own.

~000~

"I'm sorry to have to do this, Luna, but it's for your protection..." Even as he closed and locked the cell door in front of him, I couldn't find it in myself to be angry; I was too high from our first kiss. Besides, the guy knew how to work that tongue- he had been purring my name since I'd said it.

Coming out of my stupor, I glared icily at him, almost wishing my blue eyes could melt him into a puddle. "You're locking me up?!?! What the hell did I do?!?!"

He looked taken aback, the second time that night, as he hissed out a quiet breath. "Of course you didn't do anything wrong! It's for your protection! My Pack doesn't know about you yet, and I'd rather you be Marked and Mated before they do..."

"Sooo, what you're saying is: I'm gonna be locked up here until we Mate or you Mark me?!?!" My voice was a yell as I glared at him before turning on my heel and walking over to the small cot. "I can't believe my mate imprisoned me...!" I knew I'd said it out loud, and I said it out loud for a reason- I wanted him to feel bad...

"Luna... My Luna... Of course you won't be stuck in here until then... I mean, if you want me to go ahead and Mark you, or you want to go ahead and Mate, just say the word..." His voice was filled with laughter as he smirked, raising a brow, and came to stand in front of my cell. "No, my little one, you will not be stuck in here forever... Just for a couple of days, at most... Let me know if you need anything..."

Then, he turned off the main light and walked over to a small couch in an office I hadn't seen. The only light was the lamp over the interrogation table, but from the glow, I could see him- my Mate, my Alessio. His butterscotch brown eyes burned into mine as he sat stock still, watching me as well. I sat in a cell, imprisoned by my Mate, and, for the first time in I don't know how long, I was happy.

'Who knows, maybe being held captive by our Mate won't be so bad... At least the guy is hot...'