The Prisoner’s Princess Chapter 26

Isabelle

“You have an odd way of showing it.” I said with a small frown.

“Did I do something?” He asked, massaging my shoulders. His large hands pretty much encased me in a cocoon of sparks, and my back on his chest wasn’t doing me any favors. My Lady I couldn’t concentrate. He supported us while I swam… he could stand because he was tall enough

“I kind of felt ignored.” I tell him truthfully, and he turned me around and snarled softly.

“When?” He seemed confused. It dawned on me that he was a warrior his entire life… and he thought like one. He wouldn’t hold my hand, nor would he express his feelings around others like most.

“Well... I guess I was just imagining it.” I said with a frown. He looked at me sternly, but otherwise didn’t say anything else.

He pulled off his boxers.

He tossed them, and they made a soft plop on the ground. “Would you like me to give you some attention then?” He questioned, and gyrated his hips against my bareness. He set me on fire. I wrapped my legs around him, and I could feel him become hard… I was becoming wet by his movement.

“Let’s finish before someone sees.” I whispered, I did need this. Today was a little stressful.

He grabbed his length with a free hand and rubbed from my button to my entrance with his member. “I don’t care if they see. I don’t care if they hear. You are my Luna, and your needs Are My Priority. I will not let your eyes wonder… or ponder on what another male can do.” He snarled, thrusting himself into my wet core. He pumped into me while rubbing my button. I dug my claws into his back, and he snarled loudly in pleasure, pumping harder. Even standing, he had all the stamina and power of a male whose body was forged in battle. I could feel my walls get tighter and tighter, nearly clamping around him and his thickness. He was wild and untamable when he mated me, and I loved every moment of it. I moaned loudly when he licked my lips for entrance, and we danced for dominance. His tongue darted through my cavern and I tried to keep up and catch my breath.

“Bryson I could never want another male.” I told him on panted breath.

“Then tell me who you belong to.” He said with a deep snarl. He pounded me harder, and I was getting closer to my release.

“I belong to you.” I mumbled, holding on to his thrusts.

“Who?” He said, eyes closed. His eyebrows were knotted, and he needed to hear it. He needed to hear his claim on me.

“You Bryson.” I screamed feeling my release. He thrust into me with a force that made me gasp in pleasure, feeling his hotness fill me.

But he was not done yet.

He kissed me roughly, possessively, and he ran his hand through my hair. He moved us to the riverbank. He put me down, and laid a towel on the ground for me, and laid me on it. “I love you little Isabelle… my wildflower.” He kissed me and put himself inside me again. He was still hard, and slowly pumped into me. He groaned in pleasure, and so did I.

“I love you to Bryson. My warrior… my Alpha.” I said on stuttered breath. He rubbed his hands down my curves, and held onto my sides with his powerful hands. Strong enough to crush his enemies… but delicate enough to massage my hips while he plunged his member into me gently. It was pleasure feeling him fill me to the brim, then back away slightly, only to thrust into me. my walls were tightening again, and he went a little faster and harder.

He kissed me down my neck and sucked my mark, making the tingles through my body quake. “I loved you the moment you told me to go sniff a rock.” He grunted and I ran my fingers through his long hair. I pulled it, feeling him aggressively nip my mark, and he went faster, and pounded into me. he then lifted my legs high to his shoulders, and pounded harder. My walls tightened again, and I was close. I moaned grabbing the towel, and he snarled loudly with his second release. He then leaned down biting my mark, which threw me over the edge.

We panted heavily, and he pulled himself out of me slowly, still spilling his hotness in long ropes. “Was that quick enough.” He asked with a small chuckle, cleaning me up with my washcloth.

I slapped him on the arm, and we got on our clothes. He smiled, and his dimples showed in the moonlight. My Lady, thank you for this man. My oblivious, but very capable male. I thought to myself.

We held hands to the camp, and he held our towels and dirty clothes in the other hand. Those who were up gave knowing smiles and I was embarrassed.

Holy shit…. They all heard me…

“Alpha, Luna, goodnight.” Said the warriors with snickers and I hid my face in his huge chest, and he let go of my hand so he could shield me with his massive arm.

Bryson chuckled at me and let me go in the tent first, before we wrapped ourselves in the blanket, and I snuggled up to my breathing body pillow.

-----Bryson------

I hoped I showed her how much I cared, and I thanked the Lady above that I had such a good mate. I let her sleep, while the birds chirped, meaning it was dawn. I had something I needed to do, but I hoped she understood that if I left… it was because I needed to make our territory safe.

“Alpha,” Bowed Alex. He was as capable as all the warriors there, and they accepted him as Gamma immediately, though that was my wolf’s doing.

“Gamma Alexander.” I nodded, acknowledging his respect. My wolf felt stronger today. He was in the forefront of my mind, but not for any reason other than being Alpha. This was new to us. We led, we ruled something, and with my might I would care for them to my abilities. I would be the Alpha I never had.

“I killed 3 rouges with the Warriors on my watch sir.” He said like a true Gamma. Now that he wasn’t terrified of me killing him, I saw him for the rough diamond he was. In a few more years, his strength would match his title.

“I intend on taking the fight to them myself soon, but first we need a plan.” I told him, going into the event tent that we held meetings in. They strung up lights around the camp while I slept, so even though the sun wasn’t up yet, there was light enough to read.

“Alpha we kept this one alive.” Said Warrior Paul, holding the young male by the back of the head by his hair. Paul was my commander, and as such he was over the patrols. I knew that Chris would be pissed that my existence caused his wolves to flock to me. His weakness will be his own undoing, that was not my problem.

“Holy shit.” He said looking at me. I let my eyes flash black. I didn’t feel like explaining who I was, he would just have to figure it out. “Oh my Lady, He’s real.” He said with a stutter.

“Why is your pack so hell bent on waking Grahkes, the Flayed One? And bother me?” I said with a snarl.

“I-I-I” He took a breath. “Please I can’t…” He stuttered, and I cracked my knuckles.

“You know I was hoping you would say that.” I said letting my claws extend. His eyes grew wide. “Did you see all those little flags at the border, made of fur?” I said casually, leaning to his eye level. I let my claws glide across his throat, not enough to draw blood though.

“Yes sir.” He mumbled.

“All of those are wolves. Strung up by their own innards, and I fed their meat to the buzzards. Do you wish to join your friends?” I said very calmly, and I saw his eyes change to that of his wolf.

“No Sir!” He squealed. “Please they made me swear not to say anything…. But I’m going to die anyway aren’t I?” He asked shakily.

“Depends.” I said.

“…. He thinks he can control it. He thinks he can control a demigod. He’s a fool, but he has like 300 wolves left who all just believe in him… well I don’t know… he’s sacrificing his own people too now… I don’t wanna die… I don’t want to be a sacrifice.” He said shaking.

I stood and hummed. “How are they sacrificing wolves?” I asked.

“When I first joined, it was deer and stuff… then traitors and people who wouldn’t join…. Then…. Yesterday… he threw a girl into the Pit because she wouldn’t be his mark mate… and I ran. He is deranged. He’s starting to talk to himself and demand orders that make no sense.” He said looking at my feet.

“Let him go. Swear your loyalty to me in blood and let him get something to eat.” I commanded. There was a time when I would have killed him anyway, but I noticed that he was just a teenager. It would be a waste of life.

He thanked me and pledged, but I didn’t really care about that. I cared that this wolf had raised an army, and was deranged. Those were two things that never end well being mixed together.