The Prisoner’s Princess Chapter 13

Isabelle

He was wild, hungry… insatiable. He held me down while I writhed in absolute bliss. He licked me roughly, lapping my juices, then plunged his tongue deep inside me. He thumbed over my sensitive button, until I felt my walls tighten. I moaned deeply, louder than I thought I could, making him growl. It vibrated throughout my core and it took me over the edge. I spasmed as I gasped loudly. I felt him as he lifted himself up, positioning himself at my entrance. I wanted more. I wanted to know how it felt for him to be inside me.

“Little Princess,” He said, leaning into my ear. He was so close I could feel his breath flowing down my neck. “How bad do you want me?” He whispered.

“I want you Bryson.” I said in a hushed whisper. “Badly.” I added. He slowly stroked my button with his just his tip sticking out, while his eyes were aflame.

“How badly do you want your Alpha, little flower?” He said, going slower, almost stopping the pleasure that I felt. I panted heavily. I needed him inside me. Now.

“Alpha mate me…” I whined. He was looking for submission. He was telling me that he would give me what I wanted… but it would be his way. He was Alpha, and I needed this. “Alpha please.” I said, completely submitting to my mate. He hummed in approval, and he pulled off his boxers. His cock sprang out, freed from the confines of the stretchy black fabric.

He looked me in the eyes before kissing me passionately, slowly gliding himself into my entrance. He held me with his hands on my waist, and I felt the sparks tingle from his gentle motions. He was massive, and he was still putting himself in me. He let my walls stretch around his thickness, and slowly pumped. I moaned loudly as he grunted, going slowly. He seemed to be restraining himself, and the small amount of pain had already turned into pure pleasure.

“Harder.” I mumbled through panted breath, “Alpha.” I whispered, and slowly he listened. He pumped a little faster and harder, and my walls tightened again. His grip on me was a little firmer, but with a free hand he grabbed one breast while he attacked the other. He teased my nipples with precision, and I knew I was getting close. I grabbed his hair and he pumped even harder and faster, making my walls completely clench around him. He moved like a wild animal, pounding me with each thrust. I dug my nails into his back, and held on; nearly seeing the tingles that went all over me. The sparks that traveled through my body made me scream his name. “Bryson.” I cried.

“Isabelle.” He said with a labored pant. We came at the same time, hearing him grunt loudly, as he thrust himself into me a few more times. I yelled loudly, feeling the euphoria of a second orgasm stronger than the last. I had to catch my breath; and I realized that we were marked and mated now.

He pulled himself out of me, and stroked my hair. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asked a little concerned.

“No, just a little sore.” I told him on a slightly gasped breath.

“Good… I lost control a little there.” He said with a small frown. He looked in his neatly folded things, and got a washcloth and a fluffy red towel. He didn’t say anything more, but I knew what he was doing. He held me in his arms for a long time, before he unzipped the tent, and carried me with him. He put the towel on the log, and heated up some water in a pot with a washcloth.

He surprised me when he opened my legs, holding the washcloth and some soap, cleaning me up then himself. He was gentle, and his focus was making me as comfortable as possible.

“You are my most precious little mate…. more precious than any gold, any land, anything on this earth. I have another half to my soul… and I thank the Lady you accepted me fully.” He said tossing the soap and washcloth in the pot, and picking me up with the towel. He dried me off, and walked us back into the tent. He held me gently to him, and I could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest. He wasn’t asleep, but his black eyes were kind.

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to say. He was here, pouring his heart out to me, and I didn’t know what to tell him… “You’re my mate. Wherever you go, I will be with you. I never thought I would find such a good mate… I want to spend my life with you.” His eyes grew wide, and then his expression was more than soft; he looked touched. This was not an expression I had ever seen from him.

“Then for your sake… I will try to give you everything you deserve, my little mate.” Said his wolf. His words rattled my body, but they were honest. We fell asleep afterwards, and he held me close to him. I didn’t want anything from him, other than him. He was all I wanted.

It was early dawn, and I woke up before he did this time. I wiggled out his arms as quietly as I could so he could sleep in. He always let me without complaint, so why not let him for once? I put on a purple pullover dress with some navy blue leggings, and put a few logs on the fire. The day was fresh and new, and we had some things to wash after our … activities. I picked up what I could, the pot, along with the soap, and a water canteen, walking to the stream we passed the day before. It was only about 10 minutes from the camp.

I filled the water canteen, then scrubbed our pot first, followed by the fabrics. I could let them hang up to dry later. I saw some wild peppermint growing by the riverbank once everything was cleaned, and I went to pick some. It was good for digestion and the throat. Even though neither of us had anything wrong, it was always good to have any herbs that had medicinal properties out here. I picked only enough for us, leaving the rest to grow and replenish. I found some willow bark too; it was good for pain.

I heard a snap of a twig.

I whipped my head around, claws out, to see that it was a little girl. She had light brown and blond hair, and her little white dress was tattered and dirty. She looked like she had been crying. My heart sank, and I looked at her with compassion. She looked like she was no older than 4. “Hello little one.” I said to her, and she seemed spooked. Her little green eyes were alight with fear, and she ran away from me.

I chased after her, holding all our stuff, until she tripped and bruised her knee. I cursed myself that I had scared her, but right now, I would try and figure out what was wrong. “Are you ok?” I asked the little girl, who began to sniffle. She shook her head, and pointed to her neck. There was a thick, slightly fresh scar there. I could make out 4 pink lines… she had been clawed.

She must have been mute.

“Are you looking for your family?” I asked her gently, ripping the hem of my dress to bandage all her bruises and cuts she had. What ever she had been through, it had been allot. I sniffed her scent; it was easy enough to follow.

She nodded.

“I will help you find your family.” I said finishing up. I wasn’t sure about giving willow to a small child, so I simply kissed her boo-boos and told her they would make her feel better.

I held her little hand, and she let me lead her to our camp. I put our clothes on a rock, and grabbed some dried meat. They would probably be in bad shape if they were alive… I hoped someone was at least. Bryson was still asleep, and had grabbed the sleeping bag the way he usually held me, so he must have thought that I was asleep with him. I let him dream. The sun wasn’t even up yet, but the late dawn would probably wake him up.

I could always howl if I needed him. This little girl needed to get home asap. She was a little young to link yet, but maybe she might get it sooner since she needs to communicate. She let me hold her hand again, and I followed her scent that floated around in the early morning breeze. She seemed scared still, but I figured it was because of whatever happened to her was fresh in her mind.

I smelled wolves along with the scent of blood... allot of it. It smelled like it was hers, and possibly a male’s. I picked her up and carried her the rest of the way, since she was scared, but I didn’t see why.

“Libby!” Screamed what sounded like a young teenager. He had the same hair and eyes as her, only he was about 14ish. He was covered in fresh, but healed cuts, followed by what looked like his mother. She smelled like an Omega, but it didn’t matter. What mattered was that I found her parents… but where was the father?

“She reached for her mother and cried again, and they both held each other tightly. It made me happy that I had done this small deed, but I needed information. The little boy looked like he wanted to say something, and he took a deep breath.

“We were attacked by Rouges last night. Dad got his leg broken fighting them. He killed 4 but the last guy got Libby before he ran off out of revenge… I looked for her all night, but there was so much howling and blood in the air that I couldn’t … I couldn’t find her. Thank you.” He whispered quietly, and I pursed my lips.

“Where is your father now?” I asked. The small family led me to a tattered tent. It wasn’t good enough to keep out even a breeze.