Mine to Protect Chapter 39: LET'S GET OUT OF HERE

*Hazel*

He has a homicidal aura exuding from him that makes everyone stop dancing and take a few steps back. It’s like a black halo surrounding him, demanding submission and respect. His eyes are focused on the three guys who have harassed us, pinning them down with his glare.

He comes close to me, and I welcome the heat emanating from his body, so soothing, making me feel safe and cozy. He takes my right hand in his, studying it, checking if I am injured, then brings it to his lips, and kisses it.

“Are you ok?” he asks me in a low tone.

I nod my head yes. He gazes silently at me for a moment, like pondering if I am telling the truth, then turns his glare to the three guys, who are flanked by Alice, Damon and Cindy, preventing them from escaping.

“Tell me why I shouldn’t kill you right here on the spot?” Derek asks them in a glacial tone.

“We are sorry, we didn’t know she was your girlfriend! Please!”

“She is not my girlfriend; she is my mate.”

At his words the blokes pale, even they know how protective mates are of their counterparts, and this is especially true for Alpha males.

“We didn’t know she is mated; she bears no mark!” one of them claims, trying to defend himself.

Derek roars with rage, making everyone present flinch in pure fear.

“Harassing unwilling women is despicable, it does not matter if they are mated or not. I don’t want to see you in this pub ever again, and if I get any wind that you have molested other women, I will rip you to pieces so small, that not even your mothers will be able to identify you.”

“Yes, Alpha!” It’s the only thing they dare utter.

“Now scram!” Damon prompts them. They don’t need to be told twice, they scramble to their feet and leave the pub as fast as their feet can carry them.

Now that the show is over, everyone starts dancing again, like nothing happened.

Derek takes my hand and pulls me close.

“Do you want to go home?” he asks me, his voice filled with concern.

“No, it’s still early, I want to dance some more,” I answer with a pout.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? Aren’t you worried some other men will bother you?” he inquires with his eyebrows raised.

“After your little show of dominance there, I am sure no one will dare come near me. Plus, I can defend myself, haven’t you seen my right hunch? Or you could dance with me and keep away all men with ill intentions.” I suggest, hoping he’ll stay close to me, letting me revel in this feeling of snuggly safety.

“Like, all men on the planet!” he says sarcastically.

I chuckle, then take his hands and put them on my waist, after that, I thread my hands behind his neck and try to make the same puppy eyes he always unsheathes on me.

“Dance with me,” I say simply, hoping I don’t sound too needy.

He gazes deeply into my eyes for a moment, then does the unexpected, slides his big hands on my lower back, brings me closer, and starts swaying to the music, he has a good sense of rhythm. I started moving too, letting him lead me. Our movements are uncertain at first, but the longer we dance together, the more synchrony we get, and I find myself completely lost in his touch and his scent.

We are dancing so close that our bodies are continuously touching and rubbing each other, paired with the excitement of the dance, I feel so high that I am out of control, and in the heat of the moment, I place a trail of kisses on his neck. His grip on me immediately tightens, bringing our bodies even closer together, he then bends his head down, until his face reaches the crook of my neck, where he inhales deeply, savoring my scent.

I tilt my head back, giving him more access to my neck, and he doesn’t disappoint, his mouth places soft kisses all over my neck until he reaches my lips, and starts kissing me slowly, tasting my lips, bringing my bottom lip into his mouth, biting slightly on it.

I feel him squeeze my bottom lightly, and then whisper in my ear, “Let’s get out of here.”

He gazes into my eyes, like to get my approval, and I answer him with a small kiss on his perfect lips. That’s all the approval he needs, he leads me toward the exit, keeping me close by my waist, like he’s scared someone will come and take me away from him. He’s so damn cute!

When we are outside, he notices that I haven’t my jacket on, so he takes his off, and drapes me in it, leading me to the car with an arm around my shoulders.

“What about the others?” I ask, worried that they’ll be left without a ride.

“I’ll send a driver with another car, don’t worry,” he says smiling gently. When he smiles like that, light dimples appear on his cheeks, making him look more boyish-like, and even more swoon-worthy.

He opens the car door for me, helping me climb into the passenger seat, but this time he does not buckle my seatbelt, I wonder if he forgot, last time he did do that. It was a small act of pleasantry, but I liked it, ok, now I sound like a sulking girlfriend.

He climbs in his seat, closes the door, and then, instead of starting the car, he cups my face with both hands and starts kissing me hard, like he wants to eat me whole. I strain to keep up, and quickly find myself out of breath. Still kissing me, he pulls back the armrests between us, grabs me by my waist, and places me in his lap. He lets his jacket slip down my shoulders, ghosting every inch of my naked skin with his warm hands. He releases my lips, letting me breath in the much-needed air, then starts placing kisses on my collarbone, down my covered breasts, and up again to the crook of my neck, where he starts sucking hungrily, while fondling my breasts with his hands. Goddess, he’s good, and the feeling of his hard dick pressing on my pussy is making me feel even more aroused. I am so lost in him, that I’ll let him do whatever he wants with me.

“I want to make you mine. I want to mark you.” he says in a low tone, with his face still hidden in the crook of my neck.

For the first time, I find myself wanting it too. I want his mark on me, I want everyone to know that I belong to him, and him alone.

I cup his face with my right hand, and make him face me, so that I can look him straight in the eyes.

“Then, mark me,” I say candidly.

He stares deep into my eyes for a moment, like he’s trying to see into my soul. What he finds there satisfies him, because the next second he brings me in another burning kiss, pouring all his emotions into it.

“Let’s go,” he says, with a determination that it is a promise in itself.