Chapter Seven
Ajax told me not to wait up for him but I didn’t feel comfortable staying here without him. I walked to the slave mansion. It was quiet and lonely everyone must be at the pack enjoying the bonfire. I went straight to my room and crawled under the covers.
“Damn, what am I going to do?” I asked.
I felt stuck in limbo here but I knew I had to accept my new life in the Mystic Pack. Damn, Ajax for teasing me. The ache between my legs hadn’t gone away. I knew if my fingers found themselves on my clit the image in my mind would be Ajax’s. His sexy warrior exterior, tanned skin and tatted body.
I whimpered and slipped my fingers under my underwear. I envisioned his body pinning me against the pool wall. Instead of a brutal interruption, his mouth found its way to my entrance. Within seconds I was drenched in sweat. My bones cried out for relief. I arched my back and rubbed fiercely on my clit bringing myself to an orgasm but it wasn’t enough.
The door opened and I shot up. My dress stuck to my body and my hair was damp. It felt like someone stuck three heaters in my room.
“Delanie,” Ajax said.
This must be a dream. What’s he doing here right after I pleasured myself?
He was dressed in the dark leather suit he left his room in earlier. He kicked the door shut and zoned his intense blue eyes on me. I felt like a sailor and he was the siren. I yearned for destruction. As he inched closer I held out my hand to him.
He sat on the edge of the bed at a safe distance. I closed the gap and touched his face.
“What’s wrong with me?” I panted.
He gripped my hand. The room was dark only illuminated but the small moon rays sipping into the room that shone on his smooth face. He placed his hand on my thigh and rubbed it. It was like ice on a lava rock.
I moaned.
“Come here sweetheart,” Ajax said.
He grabbed my thigh, lifted me onto his lap and straddled him. He brought my head down to his lips and bit my bottom lip. The edge dampened my already soaked underwear. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately as if my life depended on it.
I felt like a slave to my emotions how ironic that I was his slave. Ajax flipped me on my back and growled.
“Fuck. Did you touch yourself?” Ajax asked.
I bit my bottom lip and stared at him.
“That’s my job, sweetheart.”
He peeled his body away from mine. Was he mad at me?
He pushed my nightgown up to my belly and lowered himself to kiss my inner thigh. He growled and I arched my back.
“Your scent’s going to kill me, Delanie,” he said against my skin.
He stopped suddenly. His thumb replaced his lips on a spot on my thigh.
“What the hell happened?” He asked gently.
I sat up. He stroked an old scar. I had so many accidents and received plenty of beatings to remember what caused this one.
“I-I don’t remember.”
“Why were they trying to kill you that night?”
I bit my bottom lip. He narrowed his eyes.
“Delanie.” He grabbed my jaw and pulled me close so his face was inches from mine. “What the hell was going on when we stepped in?”
I shrugged him off. “My mate wanted me dead.”
“Mate?” He asked. “Mate?” He roared.
I leaned back and blinked. “Yeah, I was surprised too. He wasn’t happy about me being human and… he tried to take advantage of me—”
“Excuse me?” He barked.
“I fought back but it’s against the law to attack an Alpha.”
“That’s ridiculous! He’s a coward he had omegas do his dirty work for him. I should have gone after him. I regret not tearing him apart.”
“It’s okay. Blaise is a coward.”
“Blaise,” he said, standing. Ajax paced from my bed to the desk in the corner.
“Alpha Prince Blaise is your fated mate? That little prick.”
“Was. He rejected me.”
His shoulders slumped and he settled on the bed again. I nestled myself under his arm, soothing my aching muscles. He was like ice to my flame.
“Good the last thing I’m good at is sharing. I meant it, Delanie. You’re mine—”
“Yeah yours to fuck, I got it.”
He held me tighter. “Not just that. Everything about you is mine, your heart, your body, your little attitude.” He stroked my lips. “I might have to pay the cocky prince a visit.”
“Please don’t.”
“Why not? He’s a coward and that’s the last thing an Alpha should be.”
“Please… just let it go. Blaise doesn’t know where I am and I want it to stay that way. If he does he could ask the Alpha to send me back because I’m a fugitive.”
He scowled. “You really think that’ll happen on my watch?”
I held his intense stare. “I’m just a human. I’m not worth the pack much, why wouldn’t they send me away?”
His eyes softened and his muscles relaxed. He cupped my cheek gently and for the first time, I saw a different side of him. A soft side.
“You’re worth a lot to me.” He pulled the blanket up to my chest and held me in his arms. “Get some rest, Delanie.”
“Your art stuff is here,” Ainsley announced as she entered the kitchen.
“That was quick,” I said. “Now I have stuff to pass the time.”
“Yeah. If I hear about any job offers, I’ll let you know we mostly get offers from Ajax’s bar.”
“He has a bar?” I asked, sipping my morning coffee.
Ajax had left by the time I woke up this morning but he left a stain on my skin. A blushed thinking about cuddling most of the night.
“Ajax’s is crazy rich. He has businesses everywhere.”
“Yet he wants to stay in the pack and become Alpha and go hunting?”
“Being Alpha’s an important rite. The pack needs a strong Alpha like him.” Ainsley smiled before she left me to my coffee.
I wandered into the backyard. It stretched out into a forest. It made it easier during the full moon I assumed. I sometimes longed to be part of the pack but I accepted that I would always be the outcast. I found myself wandering through the trees and listening to the birds singing. Last night Ajax told me I meant a lot to him. Could that be possible? We barely knew each other and there was that making me his slave thing. Despite that I was safe.
The sound of singing birds was drowned out by a running stream. It was a small body of clear water, glistening over clean rocks and surrounded by bushes and blooming flowers.
“It’s gorgeous here,” I said.
I noticed a white towel washed up on a rock. I picked it up. The emblem was the same one on the material Gran said I was wrapped in when I was a baby. It couldn’t be the same one. When I turned the material it had my name sowed into the back. The one Gran gave me didn’t have my name on it. She must have thrown it into the river by the house.
I clutched the soaking material to my chest.
“Thank you, Gran.”
I marched back to the slave mansion. There has to be some way for me to figure out where this emblem comes from. That way I’ll have a shot at finding one of my parents. Without a name, it would be nearly impossible but this towel gave me a shot.
“There you are, Delanie. The pack’s receiving guests,” Ainsley found me at the base of the stairs.
“What now?”
“No, in a few days. Though, we have to prepare.”
“Right, who’s coming.”
“The Diamond pack and the Black Vapour pack.”
I squeezed the towel. Blaise’s coming here.