An Alpha and His Queen

Chapter Seventeen

Anderson set his glass on the window sill and used his other hand to pull me up.

"Stand up." He ordered, and I did, not looking at him. "Eye contact." He insisted.

I took in a breath and looked up at him.  He held both of my hands and pressed his forehead to mine.

"Breathe," He swollowed, "Little wolf."

I nodded and let out my breath.

"Good." He breathed with me. "Now why do you want me to mark you?"

"Because you want to."

"I do." He nodded quickly, "But why do you want me to mark you. Answer honestly."

I looked at him, "Because I love you. And I want to give the pack advice and guidance, and honestly, I want nothing more than to be tied to you in every single way."

He growled possessively and I smiled, "Was that the right answer?"

"It was."

He brushed my hair back and kissed the hallow of my neck twice before sinking his teeth into the part of my neck where it met my shoulder.

I didn't tell him I had been so angry last night when he went to bed that I had to take the potion to sedate my vampire. He was going to be angry. The sensation of him marking me was like finding my home. Like finally becoming an entire person. I was so... lonely.

He pulled back and kissed me twice. I touched my neck confused.

"It didn't hurt."

He chuckled, "Why on Earth would the moon goddess make something so pure hurt?"

"I dont know."

He startled me by growling. The sound made me whimper, he felt betrayed.

"You have three seconds to tell me why you drank the potion. Go."

"I was going to kill someone." I blew out.

"Why didnt you wake me up?"

I whinned.

"I am your Alpha."

"Please."

I gasped as he grabbed me and  his hand snaked around my throat, his thumb rubbing my jaw.

"Tell me little wolf." He gave a light squeeze. "That's an order."

And so I had to tell him.

"It was you." Tears streamed down my face. "All I could think about was sinking my fangs in your neck and drinking. I got scared."

And he kissed me then, which wasnt what I was expecting.

A small noise escaped my throat and his hands slipped down my legs to my knees and he yanked me up. He set me on the bed pushing me down by my shoulders.

He leaned down and kissed along my neck and along the line of my dress. He slipped he arm under my back and I lifted up. There was the sound of fabric tearing and my corset was gone.

He slipped off one of the straps of my slip and kissed my shoulder. Then he brought up my wrist and kissed it.

"Quinn?"

The two of us scrambled around like misbehaved teenagers at my Mothers voice.

"I'm going to sign for your wedding crown okay?"

"Thanks." I called.

I layed back suddenly tired. Anderson smiled and kissed my face.

"Sleep Mate."