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Chapter 8 – Angel Delight
Lucas' Point of View
Content Warning: Language
Chapter Song – What Ifs by Kane Brown ft. Lauren Alaine (I'm using this song again for a reason, I hope you understand.)
Chapter Quote: 'I didn't need your approval darling. That's for insecure people.' – Unknown
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Her scent surrounded me like a soft cloud. In any other situation, my entire body could be lulled to sleep with just how relaxed I felt in this moment. It was a contradicting statement, because in any other scenario I would be at peace. In this situation, my muscles were tense and despite my normal can-do attitude, that trepidation still stood out.

The fact that I could potentially ruin our first kiss. Was my breath okay? Should I keep my hands in her grasp? Fuck, I'd kissed one woman in my entire life – whenever I was eight years old, so I don't have a lot of experience in this department. How many men had she fucking kissed? My wolf growled at the mere thought, I'd fucking kill any asshole who had touched her. Shaking my head clear, my mind began to focus in on the situation at hand.

Kiss my mate now. Kill any male that touched her later. Yes, that's what I'll do.

Despite my hesitation and nerves, Riley continued to wait patiently on me. Her eyes were still closed, and my heart swelled at the amount of patience she had with me. Gulping, my hand that was threaded with her own gently removed itself to run through her long locks. Riley's mouth fell open with a gasp whenever the thumb on my other hand began to stroke her cheek. Working up the little amount of courage – which is an odd feeling considering I'm an alpha – my lips pressed against a closed eyelid.

Once again, she gasped. My wolf growled, pleased that we were making our mate happy with the small show of affection. Without fully removing my lips from her – now – flushed skin, I pecked her blushing cheek. Mint from her mouth became more apparent as my lips hovered over her nose so I could kiss her there. When Riley giggled, my heart seized and Gabriel howled. My chest rumbled in pure pleasure and before I could even think twice about it, I finally kissed her.

God damn it.

I'm in trouble. So much trouble.

It was a light touch. But within that light touch was a drug that had no cure. Warmth surged through my veins, the sparks that accompany every mated pair exploded and the taste that was so uniquely her, was like a needle that had just found its favorite vein. "Was it okay?" I asked quietly, my lips brushing against her own as I spoke. Maybe if I hadn't spoke, then I would have better heard the small whimper of protest when I stopped.

Riley's barn wood brown eyes fluttered open, pupils dilated with what I hope to Goddess is lust. "Uh-huh," she whispered. With that reassurance, and the fact we were alone in our own tent I slammed my mouth against hers once more. The hand that was threading through her hair cupped the nape of her neck to ensure she wouldn't move away.

A pair of delicate hands trail down my chest, growling in pure pleasure I hoisted her up to straddle my lap when they began to curl into the ends of my cotton shirt. Riley pulled away much to my displeasure, but when I heard her giggle, I couldn't help my heart lurching forward. "Stop laughing." My female tucks her lips in to try and suppress the giggles bubbling out from her chest. Rolling my eyes, I kiss her once more and for the first time – as if on instinct – my tongue makes a move. She was absolutely tantalizing, the sweetest kind of torture as my mouth began to envelop her own. My tongue worked the caverns of her own, the ability to please my mate was second nature – even with no experience.

Time was of no matter to me. I could kiss her sweet little lips all day, and still never get my fill. Riley was my master, she held the leash to me – her fucking puppy. My wolf growled at the indirect insult, but Goddess was it the truth. But I digress, time was of no essence but damn it was I pissed when the wind blew and the curtains that created the tent whipped across our faces. My little mate pulled away as much as I allowed her, her gorgeous head thrown back in laughter. "This is the most perfect, imperfect kiss ever." She was right; the giggling, the curtains hitting us and the insecurity that seemed to ooze from me.

But not wanting this moment to end, I pressed my lips to her jaw line and then the spot right below her ear. I stayed as far away as possible from the crook of her neck, it was too damn tempting to mark her. The mere thought has my canines elongating, especially when a sweet little moan escaped her parted lips. "W-What's your f-favorite m-meal?"

My brows pinched together in confusion at first while I slowly pulled my lips off her skin. That confusion morphed into a large smile, no matter how much Riley loved the more physical aspects of our relationship, she wanted to deepen it and know more about me. Before answering I peck her lips one more time, "rare steak and potatoes."

Her nose scrunched up adorably, "just go eat a cow." We both chuckled together and after my female buried herself into my chest, the movie playing on the large white screen had been completely forgotten. "Mine is brownies and ice cream. Your turn."

I snorted, finding the fact she considers brownies and ice cream a 'meal'. Not being able to hold back anymore, I kiss the top of her head. The tips of my fingers caress the skin of her arm, down to her fingertips and back again. "Favorite flower?"

"Hydrangeas and roses." Oh, fuck me. Can she not give my heart a damn break? I can practically hear her smiling against the skin of my neck, she knows what she's doing.

And that's how we started kissing again.

"Alph-Sir, I'm sorry but the movie is over and the drive-in has been closed for the last thirty minutes." Grunting in acknowledgement, I continued to kiss my little mate senseless. I can't damn well help it. When we did stop to ask questions, she'd say or do something adorable and both Gabriel and I jumped at the opportunity to show her how cute she was. When she finally convinced me to ask more questions, her lips were all swollen and hair a mess, and she was giving me that look that lured me in like a moth to a flame. I'd answer a few of her questions before basically attacking her.

It was a circle. I'd go around and around, over and over again. "Lucas," she breathes while I create another hickey on her neck. I don't think she even realizes that I'm doing it, but until I can mark her this is the best I can do. A growl rumbles my chest. The way my name sounds, her tongue caressing every letter as if her life depended on it and the slight rasp caused by her dry throat was positively deadly. "We should go."

"I own this place, they can wait." My lips press to hers once more to silence her protests.

"You own this place?" Humming in agreement, I pull away whenever a pair of hands press against my chest. Our breaths began to mingle, and noses brush together. My eyes stare deeply into hers, another growl rumbles my chest and I'm about to go in for the kill until she begins to smile and run her fingers through my hair. "That's great. This place is amazing but, we should go. You've shut the curtains, kicked them out and –

"Sir –

"If you interrupt us one more time, you're fired," I snap at the worker who kept intruding on our private time. And eyeing my mate, hence why I closed the curtains.

He scurries off, I'm grinning until I see my mate staring – no glaring at me with her swollen lips pulled into a pout. "That was very rude, Lucas. I'm sure he just wants to go home." At least, I think that's what she said. Damn her lips look so good. "Lucas, are you even listening to me mister?" I'm so glad I waited for my mate to give away my first – official – kiss. Fingers snapping in my face pull my attention back to my mate entirely. "I take that as a no. No more kisses mister, not until we leave here."

I whimper as she begins to struggle underneath me to try and get away. However, she freezes said whimper registers in her mind. "That was both heartbreaking and adorable. But, you still aren't getting kisses. You were very mean to that man, and quite frankly I want to see what else you had planned. How do you even make those noises?"

That's when I remember, I'm showing her my wolf tonight. The kissing, the questions and the few pieces of the movie we watched were a great distraction. Gabriel is ecstatic, he's yet to see her with his own eyes and feel her touch against his fur. I'm terrified.

What if she doesn't accept me? What if our first kisses and first date were our last? 'Have faith in mate. She'll love and accept us. Moon Goddess wouldn't have given us mate, if mate couldn't handle it.'

He's right, glancing up my mate is standing with a smile on her face. The wind blows past us once more, her hair brushes against her skin, exposing her collarbone and the numerous hickies I left. "Come on," Riley grips my hand, tugging me off the couch and out of the tent. As soon as we're out, a group of employees begin to barricade the tent that we had occupied to start cleaning. "I'm sorry if he threatened your job and that we took so long." Riley told them, cheeks tinted with a pink flush. "I hope you have a great night! I left a generous – WHOA!"

Hoisting her over my shoulder, I hold the back of her dress down and relish in the feeling of her slaps and punches on my back. "Come on doll, I have to show you something important."

"Put me down, you caveman!" Throwing my head back I begin to chuckle and caress her silky-smooth thighs. "Wait a second, where are we going?" She asks as I step into the wooded area. Pine infiltrates my nostrils, slightly irritating my nose since it has been buried into my mate's neck and inhaling her sweet scent. "Please tell me that you aren't taking me into the woods so you can kill me. I thought we were getting along."

My hands grip the back of her thighs just a bit tighter, in a reassuring manner. "You have no idea how well we're getting along. Don't worry doll, I'm not going to kill you. I just have to show you something, important."

Riley hummed, "color me intrigued." I laugh once more before finding a small – and I mean small – clearing where there were no trees and the moon was visible. Slowly sliding her down the front of my body, I cradle her face and stare into her innocent eyes that stare up at me. How can someone so innocent be paired eternally with me? Leaning in, I peck her lips that are still swollen from roughly ten minutes before. Glancing up at the sky, the sight of the moon and the bright stars give me courage. Goddess knows best. "Lucas?"

"Yes, doll?"

"I'm just – I've been telling myself all night to not ask this question and you kind of answered it when bringing up the whole 'soul-mate' thing. But, why me? Honestly, have you seen yourself I – "nope. No way.

To prevent her from speaking terribly about herself anymore I kiss the damn life out of her, I kiss her hard. My lips punish Riley for even thinking that. Fingers tangle within her dark tresses and I'm taking steps forward to back her up against the bark of a tree. The second she starts moaning against my mouth, I pull away and tilt her head up with the grip I have on her hair. "You don't ever speak like that about yourself, understand?" Riley nods, her chest heaving up and down from being breathless. "Even if I didn't believe in soulmates, I'd be trailing after you like a puppy dog. Got it?"

"Yes, sir." Fuck. "I mean, yeah." It's too late. I heard it, my wolf heard it and we both like it.

A lot.

"We'll discuss that later," I whisper against the shell of her ear. She shudders, from the whisper or the wind, I'm not entirely sure. If I could cause the goosebumps on her skin, I'd die a happy man. "Right now, I need you to listen carefully. I'm going to show you something, and I need you to keep an open mind, please." Riley furrows her brows, obviously confused about what I'm telling her, but nonetheless nods. "Do not runaway." Gabriel will love the chase.

'Yes I will.'

I take a few steps backward, leaving her beautiful body against the tree. I lift my shirt over my head and begin to chuckle when Riley slaps her hands over her eyes and gasps. Damn it, she's adorable. "Doll, I need you to open your eyes." When she does so, hesitantly, I give her a soft smile. Her eyes go wide once more, her own hands itching to cover them whenever my thumb brushes against the button of my jeans. Riley opens her mouth to protest, "I promise you that everything will be fine. Trust me."

My mate's mouth snaps shut, and without reluctance she agrees. That makes my heart swell two sizes, her eyes staring into my own as I remove my jeans but leave on my briefs. "Please do not run away from me."

Gabriel takes charge.

My bones start to crack, my face becomes elongated to form into a snout. I grit my forming teeth together, bearing the pain I always feel whenever I shift. My vision becomes sharper and hearing enhances, even when being pushed to the back of our mind. As soon as his claws are digging into the dirt, Gabriel shakes out his patchy grey fur and focuses in on our mate. Riley stands a few feet ahead of us, wide eyed and what seems to be – terrified. Gabriel whimpers at the thought of our mate being scared of us.

Showing that he isn't a threat, he falls down to the earth. Belly hitting the dirt and ears pushed back against his head. Riley's heartrate slows down, and her breathing seems to have steadied out as she stares at us. "You're a uh – um, Lucas?"

Gabriel cocks his head to the side and begins to inch forward until Riley puts her hands out in front of her, "please. Stay." He stifles a growl, not entirely enjoying being talked to like a dog, but agrees and begins to pout by placing his snout on his paws. Gabriel and our mate sit in silence, staring at one another. We can practically see the gears running in her mind. I think she might be going into shock.

Not being able to take the silence, Gabriel rolls onto his back, ignoring the few rocks digging into his spine. Tummy up and neck to the side in pure submission, if it were possible he'd be crossing his paws for luck. Surprised by the action, our female purses her lips together and we're completely thrown off when she begins to laugh wildly. Her beautiful head is tossed back, exposing my marks on her delicate skin. Her arm crossed against her stomach, "Oh my God, I've been dating a werewolf."

'Is she okay?'

'I don't know Gabriel, just remain still.'

He sneers at me, every fiber of his being and every animal instinct is to wrap Riley up in his arms and never let go. "I kissed a werewolf, and made-out with a werewolf. You – You – You – Lucas is a werewolf. Oh Mylanta." Spinning around in a circle, she threads her tiny fingers through her hair. "Um, you can roll back over. If you want, I mean." My wolf snorts but complies and in the process, we hear a loud thud.

Gabriel whimpers when we see our precious mate lying on the ground. Shifting back to our skin side, I take back control and rush to her side. Lifting her into a familiar and comfortable position, my one free hand cups her cheeks. "Riley?" Before Gabriel can start barking orders, I listen to her heartbeat.

Steady. Consistent. And most of all, beating. "She just passed out," I assure my wolf before lifting her in my arms and walking back to my home.

'Well, that didn't go as planned.' Gabriel tells me, trying to put a positive spin on the situation despite how devastated he feels. 'Mate didn't even touch me. Mate doesn't like me.'

At least she didn't run. Gabriel ends up locking himself away for the rest of the night.

The second I step into the pack house; my Beta is at my side, concern etched onto his face when seeing the packs Luna in my arms. "Is our Luna okay? Why is she, fainted?" He questions hopefully.

"I showed her Gabriel. Come." Josh follows me through the surprisingly quiet hallways, up the stairs and stops at the hallway of my bedroom out of respect. "Get the pack doctor up here to make sure everything is okay. Now." Josh agrees while I lay my mate down and tuck her underneath my bed's comforter. Her ivory skin contrasting greatly to my black sheets and comforter. Immediately, Riley snuggles into my pillow and inhales my scent deeply. "Perfect." This is where she belongs, in my – our bed and pack house. I don't think I've ever felt so content.

"Alpha." I can hear Theta Smackle knocking on the door. Once she comes in, I'm ushered out of the room and comply easily knowing that she's in the best hands and nothing serious is going on with my mate. It was just a lot for her to take in, which is completely understandable. My emotions are all over the place thanks to my wolf, he's completely shut down the ability to communicate with him.

Leaning against the wall of my hall right outside of my bedroom, my beta approaches me once more. "Alpha, I need to speak to you." I arch my brow, indicating for him to continue. "It's about the woman that your mate works with."

"The blonde, Maya?"

Josh nods, his brows pinching together, he seems to be slightly befuddled. I resist the urge to snort since I learned that word from my mate. "She doesn't have a scent. But, when I looked into her eyes my wolf went hysterical. I think – well, two things actually. First, she might be my mate." Thank Goddess, I will get that female off my back and maybe she'll stop interrupting us. "Secondly, what is the only thing that can prevent a scent."

Oh damn.

A/N
Hello lovelies. Great to see you again.
I typed this up real quick and my daughter decided to randomly type on my laptop while I wasn't looking. So, I apologize if there are any errors I missed. Anyways, not much for me to say! I'm kind of a bore, aside from my daughter who keeps me entertained. I hope you loved this chapter!
XOXO -
Taylor

Date Published: July 9, 2017

Word Count: 3,251