Their Human Mate

Chapter Seven

Aalya's POV

All of a sudden, Axel has Adrian pinned to the wall by his neck. 

"What the fuck did you do," Axel growls. 

"I didn't do anything! I swear I-"

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO," Axel roars in his face. 

I'm crying again, tears running down my face, scared of what Axel might do. I shrink into Xander's chest, and his arms hold me tighter. 

"It's okay, babygirl," He says gently, but I don't miss the restraint in his voice, "Just tell us what did, yeah?"

I sniff, but giggle when Xander licks one of the tears on my cheek. 

I glance up and notice Axel is gazing at me, his hand still wrapped around Adrian's neck. Behind Axel's back, Adrian glares at me, a reminder of what he will do if they find out. 

That familiar wave of fear washes through me again. "H-he um, he d-didn't d-do anything. I... I t-tripped, and f-fell o-on th-the tiles," Stupid stutter. My eyes flick back and forth from Adrian's face to Xander's. 

I look up at Xander and say, "I only smell like h-him be-because he caught me, and helped me t-to the couch."

I smooth over Xander's angry brow with my fingertips, and his eyes half-close at my touch. 

"Are you sure, babygirl?" Xavier is standing opposite Xander, caging me between them. 

"Y-yeah," I say, looking down at my hands. I hate lying to them, but I'm too scared of Adrian to do anything else. I wish I could tell them, I mean, I know they'd protect me from Adrian, but they'd be so disgusted with me that they would never even want look at me again. Carter did always say that no one would want someone who was used. 

I'm so deep in thought that I don't even realize Xander has walked halfway up the stairs still holding me.

"Xander?" He looks down at me, "Where are we going?"

"I can't stand you smelling like him, babygirl," He says, his voice rough. 

I don't answer, confused. Why would that be an answer to my question?

He walks into the bedroom, and places me on the bed. I start to sit up, still confused. If this were anyone other than Xander or his brothers I would be terrified, but I can't seem to help but trust him.

He climbs over me, supporting himself by his hands, one on either side of my head. 

For a moment he just stares at me, his gaze running all over my face, as if memorizing every detail.

Then, he leans down and captures my mouth with a kiss. He isn't gentle, but his mouth feels so good I don't care. He bites my bottom lip and I gasp, he takes advantage by shoving his tongue in my mouth, probing around, making tingles erupt in my lower abdomen. 

He grinds against me, hard, and grunts into my mouth. "I wanna fuck you so bad right now, little mate," He murmurs against my lips, and I shiver.

I'm still wearing the grey hoodie, but he doesn't hesitate to pull it off me, hastily but gently. I yelp, trying to cover my bra-less self with my arms but he grabs my wrists, pulling my hands above my head. He wraps his other hand around my throat, gentle but applying just the right amount of pressure to send more tingles down to my core. It's aching in a good-ish way right now, and I wonder at what it means.

He squeezes my throat a bit harder, and my lips part. His mouth goes to my ear and he nips my lobe, making me shiver again. 

"Don't ever try to cover yourself from me, babygirl. Not. Allowed. Understand?"

"Y-yes," I manage.

"Yes what?" His voice is low, demanding.

I pout, not understanding. 

"You will call me Daddy, understand?"

My eyes widen. I'm still confused, but I get that maybe I shouldn't question him right now. There's a black haze around his brown iris. 

"Y-yes Daddy."

He grinds into me again and groans. "Fuck, I love that."

He reaches down and cups my core. I gasp, then shiver. Why do I keep doing that?

"Do you want me to touch you there, babygirl?"

"Yes Daddy," I say. I'm aching for his touch, and I look up at him through my lashes. "Please, Daddy" He grinds against me again, and I moan. 

"Fuck, baby, I want to but you're not well enough yet," He says, but he grinds again as if he can't help himself. I moan again. 

"Please, Daddy. Touch me." I look up at him again.

He hovers above me, seemingly conflicted, but then as if giving in to the urge, his hands go to the waistband of my pants, pulling them down and off in one swift movement.