The Prisoner’s Princess Chapter 8

Isabelle

The sun shined on the water, making it sparkle, and it was so crystal clear that I could see through it once I ran to it. I didn’t care how cold it was. I jumped in with my clothes on and swam to the bottom. I pretended to be a mermaid, and I wished a certain someone would come goof off with me, but he was too busy being responsible. I craned my head up to see Bryson shaking his head and gathering firewood. I used my hands to squirt water his direction and actually got him. He stopped what he was doing and turned to me. He let out a little growl, but for some reason, I wasn’t scared of him.

“When I get the fire going, I’m getting you.” He warned.

“I’m a mermaid, you’ll never get me!” I tease, splashing around in the water, but camp was too far away to get wet. I was playing with fire, but I didn’t care. I hadn’t had a chance to mess with someone and have real fun in a little over six weeks.

He growled; his eyes flashed to his wolf for a second. “If you excite my wolf anymore, I won’t stop him, little Isabelle.” He cautioned with a smirk. That was the first time I saw him have a real smile, and I liked it.

I left him alone, but only long enough for him to finish what he was doing. He had a lighter, and got the fire going in about 5 minutes, but it was still small. He had some logs stacked organized for maximum air, so it would get hot faster. I got him one more time with the water, getting him in the hair. Without saying anything, he took off his shirt…. And everything else except for his boxers. I tried swimming away from him, and he laughed sinisterly. I was grabbed by my ankle before I could reach the bank and he spun me around before pulling me to him. My chest crashed against his and I felt the sparks that tingled throughout my body.

Mate…

He growled a rumble that shook me, and looked me in the eyes. He said no words, but I could see by the eye flashes of his wolf, that we felt the same. I put my arms around his neck, feeling the connection to him, and I rested my head on his massive chest. I didn’t care he was a nomad, I just wanted him for myself.

“Mine.” He grumbled, smelling my hair. He swam to shore, supporting me in silence. The only thing that could be heard was the occasional breeze and the waterfall. I closed my eyes and let him carry me to the campfire, sitting on a large gray rock. He held me atop his lap in his embrace, making me feel whole. This is what it felt like to have a mate…. Even with my wet clothes on, his heat warmed me. All I could think about was feeling the sensations traveling through every ounce of his hot touch.

“I am an outcast, a former prisoner no less, little princess…. To be my mate is to be a nomad, I have nothing for you, other than my strength….” He said, breaking the silence.

“I don’t care.” I whispered firmly. I could never let him go now that I was sure.

“I do. You are young, I see you call your family…. You have a pack. I know you came to look for a mate and go home, and I will not be welcome as a Beast.” He said, not saying what I know he was trying to get at…

“You are my mate Bryson; I will not leave you because you are a Beast.” I say, looking him in his crimson eyes. I could see why he was an outcast. He was a large warrior, always carrying the eyes of an Alpha wolf at all times, regardless of his mood. He looked just a little too supernatural to blend in with humans, and was too Alpha minded to be accepted by a pack.

“Are you sure?” He said, slowly leaning into my neck; his fangs were already out.

“Mark me Bryson.” I demanded in a whisper. I tried to say it convicted, but his breath on my neck caused me to let out a small stutter instead.

He growled, and bit me, sending a shockwave of euphoria through me. I could feel all the rage and hurt he felt. I could understand his need for me, and I no longer felt the burning loneliness that taunted me every night. I had never felt like this with anyone before, and there was a need that I had never felt before boiling within me. My fangs grew, and I threw my head back. I moaned loudly as I marked him, licking the wound, and hearing him growl louder. I could feel a lump under me, and my eyes went wide realizing what it was.

I had never been with a man before, and I was unsure what to do. He put butterfly kisses from my mark to my earlobe, making me shiver from the sparks. They danced on his lips, and were intense under his firm grip. His lips crashed onto mine, and he held his hand behind my head. I returned his passionate embrace, letting him explore my body with his hands. I felt his muscular back, and dug my nails into it, feeling his tongue explore my mouth. He was passionate and dominant, leaving me out of breath.

We stopped for air, and I caught my breath a bit. He held me tightly against his body, as if I would run away. “I knew you were my mate when I saved you, and you weren’t calling me a monster.” He said with a small smile, showing his dimples.

I ran my fingerer through some of his long-wet hair. “I never saw you as a monster.” I say, happy that I was in his solid embrace. The tingles made me loose myself, and he was more than willing to support me.

“Then how did you see me?” He questioned as if he wouldn’t like the answer.

“Alpha.” I say, hearing a deep hum in approval. He kissed my wet hair before resting his head on top of mine. We both sat in silence, enjoying each other’s touch.

The fire crackled as the wind picked up, causing me to shiver from the cold.

He slowly released his hold on me, and set me on the small boulder we were sitting on. He gave me his shirt that was resting nearby on the ground. It was already warm from being dry and near the campfire. I noticed that only his tent was ready, so I just went inside and changed, while I saw the silhouette of him putting on his jeans…. I ignored all the sexual comments of my wolf and tossed all my wet clothes out the front of his 5-person tent. I slipped on his shirt, and it fit like a dress. I only went to his chest, and I loved the strong scent of forest and Alpha male that wafted throughout his tent. It made me feel safe... and sleepy. He wouldn’t mind if I was in his tent? I thought, crawling into his extra large sleeping bag. It looked like it was two put together. It was wide enough that it felt like a bed.

---Bryson---

I thought if I kept her away, or out of reach, that I could be as I was before I met her. I knew that I was lying to myself, but I had kept a bit of distance. At least I tried too… until I saw how happy she was. She smiled and giggled, completely comfortable around me. Usually, people fear me or shun me because of who I am…of what I am... A Beast.

This is the most ancient of all the blessings the Lady gives, and I am probably the longest living Beast known. To be born a warrior, not even feeling pain in battle, is something that causes us to never have mates. Why now? What had I done to change the Lady’s mind? Now all I could think about was her skin, her lips, her delicate frame in my lap, with her fragile arms wrapped around my chest. Now that I had a taste of my wildflower, I would never let her go. I never thought in all my life, that I would ever receive a gift from the Goddess, yet alone someone that wouldn’t reject me.

I listened to her heart beat out her chest, then slow as if she were resting while I put the clothes on a rock to dry. I was glad that I let her go, because if she would have stayed in my lap any longer, I would have taken her then and there.

Go to our mate. demanded Ven, my wolf.

No, I tell him firmly. I don’t normally deny him, but we have to protect her, especially since she probably won’t run.

I decided to go barefoot, just in case. I had more pants, but I only had the one pair of boots if I needed to shift. They weren’t close enough to confront until now. The sun hadn’t been down that long, but I still needed to finish securing the area. I heard the howls of Rouges a little too close for my liking. She had me distracted, and I hadn’t marked off my campsite, nor had I done anything but think of her since I saved her.

She was so short, knew nothing of the wild, yet played it off with the confidence of an Alpha she wolf…. And she called me Alpha. She didn’t know what she was doing to me.

Go to her if you want her. It is simple. Why do you deny yourself? Growled my wolf, not helping.

I picked up the scent of multiple unmated males before me and my wolf could start to argue.