Marked by the Alpha Prince

Chapter 5: Dean

"Who are you?"

I kissed her neck. Roam my hands all over her body. So smooth. I could not help but smile when she moan under my touch. This women will be the death of me.

"I ask you again; who are you?"

She is so stubborn. I always get what I want. Then I moved my hands near her thigh. She gasped has my hand near her clit. Good girl now tell me what I want. As I looked into my beautiful lover eyes I still cannot make out what she looks like. The only thing I can make out is her beautiful bright hazel eyes.

"Tell me your name, my little chante." I said softly.

I inserted a finger in and out of her slowly.

"I....never....tell....you." She said between thrust.
"Is that a challenge? You won't last long you know. I always get what I want. I want you to tell me, my chante" said smirking.

I know she is so close. I don't know how many times are we going to do this dance. It's bad enough that I can't find her. This is the only way.

I got on top of her and slide inside her. (Man. I never get tired of being inside her. So tight!) I began to thrust fast and hard.

"Oh...my."
"Yes. Take every fucking inch of my cock. Now tell me your name!"
"No! Like I would obey you!"

I can feel the change. My wolf does not like being disrespected. My eyes turned blue staring down at her. I love her but why is she so hardheaded. She is even more harheaded than me. He looked into her eyes and saw determination, courage, anger, and pleasure. He closed his eyes and sighed. Opened his eyes and look at her. His eyes turned back grey.

"It looks like I won't get an answer this time either. Why don't we just enjoy ourselves tonight before we wake up. I want to enjoy every inch of you, my chante."

I lean down and kissed her softly and sucked on her bottom lip. She wrap my arms around my neck to continue to kiss me. Then I heard her stupid alarm clock going off.

"It seems it's time for this sweet dream to end. Have a good morning, my beautiful chante"

I kissed her forehead. I woke up.

I looked up on the ceiling think about her. It has been years dreaming about her. I know she is real. I have been trying to convince her for years that I am real and not some fantasy.

I mean look at me. I am every women fantasy. Not too long ago I did some research on a case where you dream about your mate. They called it chante, meaning your heart song. We are connected.

It turns out my great great grandfather had a chante. It seems it was a rare case, an connection with your mate. He became the strongest Alpha in history.

I told my father of my findings and he thought that I was trying to buy time before he makes the announcement at the Ball. If I was him I would not believe me either. If only there was a way to get through to her.

Then there was a knock on the door.

I looked at the door.

"Come in"

"Dude. How long do you plan on staying here? It is time to get up." he said with his arm crossed.