Chapter 7

We were both dressed, which was surprising considering we wanted to tear each other apart again, but it was late and the twins would be home soon. I slipped back on my overshirt, because, let's face it, it was freaking cold outside, as I looked at Misha out of the corner of my eyes.

Damn, this was harder than it looked, but he looked as miserable as I felt. Darius was on his way back, having given us as much time as he could before things started to get a little funny. With a deep breath, Misha stood and walked over to me as I reached out and grabbed my coat.

"Why is this so hard?" I snapped and let my hand rest on the chair. He gave me a little grin before he reached out and pressed his palm against my cheek as I slowly looked up at him.

"It's a bond not easily broken," he whispered and leaned down to brush his lips against my forehead.

"I don't want to break it, I just don't want to leave you." I shook my head, "and I sound like a thirteen-year-old with a crush! I'm going to find out as much as I can when I get home about this stuff, figure out what my family history is and call you every five minutes."

"I'd like that," he mumbled against my skin. "We should really figure something out, I work in Vancouver, live in Washington."

"I'm well aware of the distance!" I snapped and suddenly he had me up against the wall, both hands filled with my shirt in a tight grip and I could feel his knee pressed between my legs, putting pressure against my clit. I moaned, or whined, I wasn't sure but I looked up into his eyes and saw the anger there, or was it lust. "Mish!"

"Listen to me, Mega, and listen well," his voice dropping to a deep rumble and my body shook with obedience as I tried to catch my breath. "This isn't it, this isn't the end, you need to know, Dee, from the moment we met, you were mine! MINE! And you will continue to be no matter where you are. No one will touch you, no other alpha will dare to claim you."

The only thing he got from me using that voice was a low oh as I rubbed against his knee, trying to get rid of the ache he was creating and with those hands still holding me, he brought his lips down to mine, kissing me with an urgency that I didn't know he had, that I only responded to by letting him do it because I was pretty sure my hands had stopped working.

"Alpha," I whispered as he pulled his lips away, as I chased them but Misha only smiled.

"If you don't go now, you won't leave this room." He spoke softly and kissed me gently.

The door opened and Darius stepped in. His nose seemed to crinkle and his whole body shook as he looked me over, then let his eyes fall on Misha.

"This room smells like sex," he said pointedly, "and mating," which gave him another shiver before his eye landed back on me. "And her."

A protective growl escaped before Misha could do anything about it, but he looked apologetically at the other Alpha in the room, but Darius just huffed and moved in further, giving Misha the space he needed to slowly let me go. He kissed me quickly before finally releasing my shirt and with his head tucked down, still trying to control his nature he turned to look at his best friend.

"Darius, this is Dee, my omega." and Darius snorted.

"Not like I couldn't tell by the fact that your scent is all over her, but," he glanced at me and smiled, "welcome to the pack."

"Thank you," I smiled and looked up at Misha, who hadn't backed away, in fact, I think he had moved closer. "Mish, I'll be okay, you two need to get moving."

I watched Darius smell the air again and suddenly he looked over at Misha once again, before tilting his head.

"Why does it smell like French Vanilla coffee in here?" He shook his head, like a dog who had caught a bad odor and Misha took a deep breath.

"Is that what I smell like?" I whispered and looked up at him, because I didn't smell anything except Misha. Cinnamon, mostly, with a hint of summer underneath, the sweet smell of watermelons, but the harsh smell of Christmas spices were almost on the tip of my tongue.

"Yes, more vanilla when…" he stopped for a moment as his eyes went dark and he harumphed, if that was even a sound, and his eyes went back to Darius one more time, getting an eyebrow raise from the other alpha. "I'll walk you out to your car."

I grabbed the coat one more time, turned and shrugged it on. I shot a smile to Darius as the weight of Misha's hand came down on my back. We were out the door before I could get a word out to say goodbye and Misha had me up against the driver's side door of my car before I could blink.

His mouth came down to my shoulder, his nose drew in a deep breath as his hands locked tightly on my waist. I closed my eyes, buried my face against his neck and let the smell of his skin just fill me as my hands grasped his jacket at his shoulders. His breath was shaky, and his nose did strange things to me as it traveled up and moved around just under my jaw before his lips started leaving little kisses on my skin.

"Call me whenever you want, text…" his voice seemed drained but he was still breathing me in, "this is harder than I thought," he sighed and pulled back once he was sure I was completely covered in everything distinctly him. "I don't want to leave you."

"You have to go, Mish," I whispered, bringing my hand up to cup his cheek, not that my hand was anywhere close to that big but I was able to feel the stubble under it and that's what I wanted. He closed his eyes and leaned into the touch before he took my hand in his and moved his lips along the inside of my wrist, tongue dipping out to taste the skin there before he inhaled. I swallowed hard at the feeling that it pulled from me, "why do you do that?"

"Your scent is the strongest at your pulse points and…" he grinned as he looked down where he had yet again snaked his knee between my thighs, "sometimes, when it's strong enough, your mate can taste it."

"Really?" I smiled and reached down to grasp his wrist but he wouldn't let me move his grip on my hips. "Mish."

"Not yet." he drew in a deep breath.

"Why?"

"You're not ready to be claimed," he said softly, his eyes darting away as he slipped back from my touch, letting my hand fall away from his face. "You'll understand it when you are."

It took me a moment, but I got it, "you want to claim me, is that what that is? A way of doing it?"

"It's a way of saying I want you to," he huffed, "I want to be yours, in every way, but I know you're not ready. When you do that, scent those points, that point specifically," his fingers released me, taking my hand as he exposed my wrist, his thumb running over it, "when I do that, it means I'm yours for the claiming, not the other way around, not until you're ready."

"I can't," I whispered as the tears suddenly started to flow and I shook my head, "it's going to be unbearable as it is, Misha, I can't link you to me like that, not with the way things are now."

"I told you that I understood," he whispered, trying to calm me with a soft voice, but I closed my eyes and shook my head, "and I told you that you would hate me before this was done."

"I don't!" I snapped and looked up at him, at the sudden shift in his eyes, the alpha dominance that he presented but I didn't back down. "I don't and I never will, so just kiss me so I can go."

"Kiss you," he smiled, his stance suddenly changing, "that's not nearly everything I want to do to you again."

His arms wrapped around my waist and his lips claimed mine in a kiss that was meant to stick with me until he saw me again, and trust me, as his tongue slipped in, there was no way I was forgetting any part of him. But breathlessly, he let me go and I quickly moved to slip into the car, just as he backed away, biting down on his lips, his breath coming quickly.

With one more look at him, I put the car in reverse and drove out of the parking lot as fast as I could, tears streaming down my face.

I didn't hate him, God, I didn't hate him at all. If I was honest with myself, and I rarely ever was, i would have admitted right then and there that I was in love.

I was deeply, madly in love with Misha Fucking Collins.