Mine. Mate

5: Tim's hands are getting to touchy feely for my taste

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 I'm thirsty, water sounds good, so I signal to Tim that I'm going to get something to drink, but Mr. Stalker decides to come with me to the bar. Big sigh.

It's getting late I really should be going home like now, I'm almost full drunk, happy to get the wedding over with, exhausted from the whole day, and Tim's hands are getting to touchy feely.

"Thank you," I tell the bartender and give him a wink for good measure, he's cute, a little Johnny Deep thing going on there, more Pirates of the Caribbean, but hey if they're cute, they're cute. And I just wanted to irritate Tim, that's what he gets for following me, and sure enough I hear Tim give a little growl, "Why are you getting mad?" I tell him. "I can flirt with whoever I want."

"Not while I'm around you can't," he yaps. Whatever. 

I tell him, "Sooooo, you can flirt with the blonde chick over there," I point to one of the girls that was on the dance floor who was trying really hard to grope Tim's' 'package', "but I can't even wink at a guy? Come on Tim. Please. Just. Stop. You're giving me a headache." I shake my head, aaahhhh, I'm seeing double. Big note to self, don't do that again. 

 As I'm drinking from my bottle, he yanks my elbow really hard making me spill water onto my dress. Damn! This dress was expensive. "Don't do that again, Rain, I mean it," he snarls. 

 His blue ocean eyes seem to bubble, I should be scared, his temper is legendary, but fu*k, who does this donkey think he is? His grip is getting tighter and it's starting to really hurt, I don't get bruised easily but his grasp just might leave a mark.

 I yank my elbow away from him, throw the remaining water in my bottle into his face and walk toward the bathrooms on the other side of the last tent to clean myself up. The breeze has been steady this whole night, I didn't even break a sweat from dancing and I could feel the wind swirl around me leaving small little puff kisses on my body. 

Tim is close behind me, I hear him growling and I can smell him because I'm downwind, he smells like after-shave and newly cut grass.

 I'm at the end of the tent; the bathroom is just a few feet away when I smell an aroma that seems to squeeze me. I stop in my tracks. 

I must be really drunk, because it feels like my whole world has swirled right before my eyes and everything seems in a haze. Nope, I'm high. That Captain Sparrow bartender slipped something in my drink.

The scent smells like fresh rain and pure masculinity. The hair on the back of my neck and on my arms stand up, my whole body starts to tingle, like when the sun hits your skin after being in the shade for a long time. 

My heart feels like its going to beat out of my chest and do the gangnam style, my body starts to heat up, a little bead of sweat is trailing down my neck, and the feeling of being watched returns.

 My wolf is squealing, yes squealing like a pig, with joy. OH NO. NO. NO. NO.  She's chanting over and over. Mine. Mate. Mine. Mate. Mine. Mate. Like I said before, I cringe.  This cannot be happening.

I don't know what to do; should I make a dash for it? My wolf is going to hate me, but I'm not ready! Why? Why now? AAAHHHH! I look left and right, my mind scrambling. What should I do! What! I was about to run when I feel someone grab my arm and spin me around.

I'm looking straight into Tim's eyes and he's pissed; I would have laughed because he looks ridiculous with water coming down his face and a soaked shirt, a corner in my mind thinks, good for him, but I'm too scared to fully use my brain.

"Tim let go. I really need to leave. I'll call you tomorrow. I promise, please just let me go," I beg him trying to free myself.

"Just listen to the lady, let her go," a rough voice interrupts. OMG, did my panties just get a little wet? Damn! I need to get out of here. I don't even want to look at the speaker, so I look down to the ground. 

Please oh please let me be dreaming.

 "This has nothing to do with you. Leave while you still have a chance," Tim barks.

"I said, let her go," my mate growls softly, whoa did I just think that, my mate? Cursed wolf, I feel her grinning at me, just wait my wolf I'll show you. Even though his command was a whisper, the authority radiating off of him is powerful, very powerful as strong as my fathers, possibly stronger, but how is that? Unless.... He's an Alpha, sh*t.

         "Tim, let go of my sister or I'll personally make you," I hear my brother say. I give out a sigh of relief, when Tim lets go of my arm I shuffle behind my brother not even glancing up to see my mat...... the Alpha, ha! My wolf, how's about that.

         "You okay Yogi bear?" my brother asks while grabbing my arm, he inspects it and I see small marks on my elbow. We hear a small growl and I can guess where it's from because I feel it, the sound vibrates my body hitting me to the bone.

         "I know he wanted to get you back, but sh*t I never thought he was going to hurt you. This is all my fault, I shouldn't have let him," Storm shakes his head. There is a small growl.

         "I can take your sister home, don't worry she'll be safe with me. My beta will stay behind with your father to discuss business," the voice says. Wait! No, I look at my brother but he's looking at the Alpha, if only he could read minds! I see him watch the Alpha for a few long moments. "Okay," he says. 

NO! How can he let me go home with a complete stranger just after I was assaulted? Well, not really assaulted, just grabbed a bit too hard, STILL.

"Can't you take me home, Scooby Snack?" I plead and try to give him the best Puss in Boots from Shriek pity face. "Sorry Yogi bear but I need to stay behind, father is still discussing business," he's pats my head. There is that small growl again, already irritating!

A strong calloused hand grabs my non-bruised elbow, it sends shocks through my body, like when you hit your funny bone the feeling is weird and numbing, that how it is for me anyways. I don't even want to look up. A big coward yes, but I don't care. The hand leads me to the parking lot and puts me in the passenger seat of a old blue Pontiac. Blue my favorite color, point for him, no wait, no points, no points!

I cross my arms and start to pout while he slams my door and walks around the car, I'm acting like a 5 year old, but I don't care maybe he'll see how I really am and leave. The cushion dips and then my chin is grabbed and he pulls it up so he can look at me. Ha, I close my eyes really fast, quick thinking Rain! Mental fist pump in the air!

"Open your eyes," he calmly says. I don't say anything, I feel his Alpha authority, its strong, but I resist, I shut my eyes tighter and try to take my chin out of his hand. He only holds it tighter and swings it back and forth a little. Owww, my head is dizzy, thanks alcohol for nothing.

 "Open your eyes now," he growls. My wolf is demanding me to obey, and his authority is too strong to defy, so I open my eyes and I'm in shock.

 The first thing I notice are his eyes, they are chocolate brown almost black, they give him an evil villain look, or maybe I'm just thinking that.

I don't want to look away but I do and I see that he's muscular and both his arms are covered with tattoos, along with most of his knuckles. 

He smells delicious and to my horror I inhale deeply right in front of him. I thought that he would grin and be so full of himself, but he only looked into my eyes with his hand still on my chin.

He could have been staring into my eyes for 5 seconds, 5 minutes, or 5 years, time didn't matter, he just kept gazing into my eyes. Then he whispered "Mine" and softly kissed my lips.