His Mate [COMPLETE]

Chapter 37 - Don't Touch

Later that night Dylan offered to take me to get some food, he knew a great French restaurant up the street. When we arrived, they took us to a private patio overlooking the ocean, with a nice couch. When we sat down Dylan kept his arm around my waist so I'd stay pressed against him.

He ordered us a couple of waters and when the waitress came back with them we ordered our entrees. Then she left us alone once more.

The sun was about to start setting, the moment felt perfect.

"I love this place," I sighed.

"I love you," he tilted my chin up to kiss me, and when I tried to pull away he brought his lips back to mine, deepening the kiss.

He seemed to get his fill right as the food was coming out.

"Have you been feeling okay?" he asked, his hand rubbing my thigh.

"I feel completely normal, so far." I shrugged. We'd only found out I was pregnant today, but besides my scent there were no symptoms.

"Good. Anything you want I'll have brought to you, little mate. I want you to be as comfortable as possible throughout your pregnancy."

I smiled and thanked him, he was being so gentle and caring now that I'd gotten pregnant, and I really liked it. But part of me hoped he would still get a little rough every now and then; he turned me on so much when he did.

We finished up eating and I felt my bond with Dylan strengthening now that I was carrying his child. If our souls hadn't been connected before they definitely were now.

On our way out of the restaurant, one of the hosts at the stand, a short man with a mustache, leaned down to kiss the top of my hand, Dylan immediately freaking out. I knew as soon as the guy had grabbed my hand Dylan was going to have a huge problem.

"Do not touch my mate," he growled as he slammed the man to the floor, causing a commotion in the restaurant. The poor guy looked mortified.

"Dylan, please," I said to him.

"She belongs to me and only me." he growled, before kicking the man's side and standing up to guide me back to the car.

"Dylan, what the hell?!" I shouted once we were in.

"What, Quincy?" he asked, his face dead emotionless.

"He was just being polite, you didn't have to do that!" I complained.

"He clearly saw that you were an Alpha's mate and still made the decision to lay a finger on you, Quincy. He was asking for that." he growled lowly.

"Well," I tried to think of something to say back, but I couldn't, so I sighed.

"Well, nothing. If I have to glue you to my side to show everyone you're mine then I'll do it." he said. I could tell he was still livid.

"Hey, don't be so tense, Dylan." I tried to calm him down, putting my hand on his cheek while he drove.

"You know I'm yours, you don't have to be so worried about losing me." I said softly.

"You're flawless, I couldn't even blame other men for wanting to take you away from me." he rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, but they have to get through you first," I chuckled at the number of men I'd seen Dylan beat up for me by now. His consideration of my comment seemed to make him feel better.

"It's vacation, let's just relax." I smiled at him as we pulled up to the house.

It was dark out by now, but the pool was lit up under the moon with beautiful blue lights. I couldn't resist going outside to it once I saw it through the glass door, and of course Dylan followed behind me.