Mates with 1D

┼ Chapter Five ┼

Zayn

I could hear her beautiful cries from my room and those intoxicating moans. It made a part of me envy Harry for making her cry out so lustfully. The only reason I'd been eavesdropping was to make sure he didn't lose control, and surprisingly he held it together. At least that was the reason I kept telling myself I was eavesdropping for.

     'She's ours!' Spatted my wolf furiously.

     I felt his pain too. Even if I shouldn't have been feeling it, I felt it. Harry had been the first one of us to have gotten her to feel any type of pleasure, and the hate I had for him only increased.

I awoke to sunrise and squinted my eyes knowing today would be a long ass one. Full of decisions and consequences. For now I'd have to keep it a secret that Aluna was my—our mate. If any of our enemies found out, they'd take it as an advantage, and I couldn't let that happen.

     There'd never been a weakness, but now that all five of our packs had one, it'd be hell on earth. I sat up from my bed and rubbed at my eyelids. Deep down my heart yearned to just get a peek at Aluna, and the fact that it was barely seven gave me hope that everyone was still sleeping.

     To be honest I felt pathetic for letting something as stupid as my mate get to me. I was an Alpha, I should have control on what I wanted and didn't want to feel, but this pull I felt towards her, it was by far the hardest thing I had ever come across.

     Pulling on my sweats, I headed out of my room and down the hall to the guest room where I'd chosen Aluna to sleep in.

     Each squeak the carpet made only made me nervous that someone would wake. Us werewolves had superior sense of smell and hearing, and quite alot more, and this was the first time I actually hated it, and this was coming from a proud Alpha.

     Shutting the door behind me, I turned to look at Aluna's sleeping figure. Her hair sprawled out on the pillow like a messy shower curtain and her sexy long tan leg sticking out from under the blanket. A soft moan just barely audible left her lips and I shuddered wanting to hear more of it.

     Just what was she dreaming? She somehow facinated me. Everything about her. Even if she was the enemy. I went down on my knees and pressed a kiss to her leg, then another until a louder moan then the last escaped from her lips. Good, she found pleasure at my touch.

     'Claim her while the rest are sleeping,' My wolf demanded. 'Do it now!'

     My eyes darkened with lust at the thought of having her all to myself, and I kissed up her leg 'till I had to push the blanket up higher to expose her thigh. Oh God, I could smell her sweet arousal from here. Was she having a wet dream? It better be about me.

     I moved the blanket to the side and felt my eyes turn pitch black. All she wore was one of Harry's shirts, and it was pushed up revealing her black panties. Though I should've felt pissed that she was wearing one of Harry's shirts, I felt thankful for having this view, and I silently thanked him.

     I seperated her legs and kissed her inner thighs, a whimper leaving her lips as I slowly inched closer to her wet substance. "Zayn," she moaned out and I jerked my head up, praying she hadn't just woken up, but her eyes were still shut and her breathing was still even.

     'What're you waiting for?! Claim her now!'

     But I couldn't. I didn't want to make it official yet. She'd hate me, and I felt surprised that I even cared if she did. As I pushed the shirt she wore up more, I softly groaned at the sight of her C-cups. So perfect. I laid my hand on one of her breast and gently squeezed. Holy fuck'n chicken shit. They were real.