A one nightstand with Dean, a lifetime with him.

Chapter 4

I wasn't really fazed when Mikayla pulled away breaking our kiss. I couldn't tell if she was mad but I think she was neutral.
"Gosh I can't believe I let you kiss me." She frowned.

I smirked. "Trust me, you like me baby."
She raised an eyebrow. "Like you? Shut up dude, don't be macho."
I placed my palm on her warm cheek closing the distance between us but she moved backwards an inch. "Mikayla."
"Urggh! What are you trying to do? Seduce me again?"
I furrowed my eyebrows together. "You are mine, mine only. I'm the only man who owns you, I am your man Mikayla."

"Who the heck are you acting like I'm your property. Listen last night doesn't mean I'm your possession. I don't belong to you so why don't you fuck off, Macho? Who do you think you are to act like I'm yours?"

I laughed humorlessly. " I am Dean and believe the fact that you're mine and I'm yours. Mikayla nothing will change that fact, trust me."
She eyed me warily. " Joke time's over, I need a shower before I leave and what would I change into?"
I folded my arms around my chest. " I wasn't joking."
She sighed. "Still wanna shower."

I smiled. "You sound angry, kitten. Who are you angry at?"
She shook her head. "You in particular, Sean. I'm not your kitten."
"It's Dean."
"Whatever, how do you manage to make me mad in moment and make me smile in the next?"
"My little secret."

I watched as she touched the side of her neck above her collar bone where I had marked her as mine. It was visible  she shifted her hair to the side. I was proud of my mark, there it was so clear and beautiful on her neck.
She frowned. "Is this a love bite, on my neck? Heck! Now people would think I'm a slut, thanks to you. It looks weird for a love bite."

If she knew what it was I knew I would be long gone, she'd probably kill me for marking her but it really isn't my fault. I'd been waiting for her for so long I thought the moon goddess hates me, it killed me to see my friends find their mate when I didn't have any hope finding mine. I've heard what some pack members were saying; We have a mateless alpha, the moon goddess hates him, how is this pack gonna function without a Luna, he's twenty five already and he hasn't found her yet, how pathetic, when  he's still mateless by thirty we'll find a new alpha who has a mate.

I have found my mate now and I wasn't planning on letting her go, one of my reasons for marking her. I'd try my best to make her fall in love with me. My Mikayla.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when she waved a hand in my face.
"The bathroom, dude. I also need a towel and a toothbrush."
She blushed. "Where are my clothes? Haven't seen them."
I smirked. "With mine darling."

Mikayla

I had taken a bath and got dressed in one of his T-shirts since my blouse was stained with wine and the jeans I wore  yesterday. Funny enough he washed my underwear last night. I felt comfortable in his shirt, it smelled of him; so manly, woodsy and a hint of roasted walnuts.

I brushed my hair and slipped into my white embellished sandals. I was satisfied with how I looked when I checked the mirror, I didn't look like someone who got banged last night except for the stupid love bite on my neck.
The nerve of that guy, urggggh!

My memory of last night was blurred but from what my instinct told me, Dean was a gentle lover. I had always imagined what what my first time would be like; so romantic, passion-filled,gentle and with the perfect man for me but unfortunately I had my first time which I can't really remember with a stranger. How pathetic but I never really had a feeling of regret though when I woke up earlier to find out what happened between us I felt like my world was over but now I feel completed, so new and comfortable. I touched the sleeve of his T-shirt and chuckled at how wide it was on my slender arm.

" What's funny, love?"
I jumped back as my heart plummeted, I swirled around to see Dean looking fresh from bath and barefooted in a white v-neck T-shirt and gray chinos pants.
He had excused me earlier to get dressed.
I looked at his feet before raising my chin up defiantly looking into his eyes.
"Nothing. Why must you know?"

He just folded his arms around his chest and smirked. " Baby, you must be a stubborn girl."
My expression went from confidently sassy to gloomy. I remembered my dad as he said that, my dad had always called me a stubborn girl, his stubborn girl.
" What's wrong baby?" He unfolded his arms and placed his palms on my shoulders. " Talk to me. You can tell me, let me be the shoulder and person you can always lean on, Mikayla."
I stuttered staring at the neat polished floorboard of his room.

"It's my.... it's just that." I trailed off. "Never mind."