Got Your Tail (boyxboy) ✓

Chapter Twenty

Waiting should have been hell in Castus's arms. But I never moved. God I couldn't describe how good it felt to be held by my mate after so long. No one will understand that. We are not boyfriends, not picked, we are mates, it's not just based on emotion, the need for my mate is embedded way deeper under my skin than a surgeon could go.

I tried so hard to pull back any shred of dignity. When he pulled his hand up to ruffle my hair and and thread his fingers through it I would pull away from him and shake his hand of my hair.

I'd done it twice and I could tell just from the tense atmosphere in the room that he was getting pissed.

Considering he was a dominant alpha wolf I was surprised he even had enough restraint not to pounce on me right there. Not that I wanted that. Because I didn't want that. But I'm just pointing out that it's always that way with alpha's that they have some sort of infinite pool of pride and since he was a dominant alpha and I was submissive, my show of 'dominance' must be raising his hackles at least a little bit.

One arm moved and slung itself around my stomach. I tried to ignore the butterflies his touch gave me. Tried to ignore the way he was pressing up against me from behind. Fuck it was hard... I mean it was hard to igno... Shit I didn't mean he was... Never mind.

His arm was warm around my naked chest, the air was cold, so it was allowed to stay.

Then his other hand flew back up to my hair.

I pushed him backwards and moved further off to the side of the bed. I then realized just how pressed up on his side I was. That's fucking embarrassing. He was nearly on the edge of the bed now and I had all the space on my side, it looked like I had been snuggle-shoving all night, maybe I had?

Castus finally snapped and his growling was loud in my ears, "Sven don't fucking pull away from me you have no idea what it does to me!"

I jumped a little to feel his hand on the back of my neck rearing my head towards him as he pulled me in closer.

I resisted but couldn't help but look into his eyes. Fuck. Fuck the way he was looking at me made me want to blow him and run away from him.

The glare in his eyes gave me the shivers, the dark, the way a misty blue swept from the sides. I was doing everything I could to make sure I didn't just bare my neck to him.

You look your alpha mate in the eyes while he's growling, while you're under his control, while he's exerting his dominance over you and trust me, really trust me, you would bare your neck in submission and accept whatever he gives you next.

As a submissive wolf, I should have, I really should have just let him sink his fangs into me right there. I didn't. Because I'm not fucking stupid, because I learnt a lot on my own and one of them was to never present yourself as even somewhat submissive because it only leaves the opening for others to take advantage of you.

I would not be some subservient little prat.

No matter what I naturally wanted, what felt right, safe, comfortable to do. I was going to go by logic rather than unstable emotion.

I was clinging like a maniac onto the last shred of my pride.

I was not weak. I was not submissive.

His fangs peaked through as the growling lifted up a notch and the strength of his grip on me increased. The growling was so fucking loud, to others maybe it was not, to me it was all I could hear, all I could focus on. There was a tension, my whole body alert and tense, my stomach clenched, as though I were anticipating a hit of some sort. Physically, I was retreating.