10. Chapter 10
Chapter 10
Britt
F uck. What was wrong with me? I needed to get out of here; I needed to get away from him . Did I actually want him to claim me, or was that just my horniness for him talking. I touched my tingly lips, swollen from sucking him. My pussy throbbed. I needed more. More of him and whatever he would give me. Sexually, of course. I got what I wanted. I turned the tables. I flipped them right in my favor. I got the upper hand back.
This was just because he hadn’t fucked me yet, or anyone for that matter, and I wanted that I wanted his honor. I wanted to be the first pussy he sank his thick throbbing cock into. The only one.
“Fuck” I yelled, rushing my way through the crowd and out of the building.
An energy surged through me, one I never felt before. It was not a fear but a rush of feelings. I wondered if he was going to follow me, chase me; my pussy throbbed again. Did I want him to? These conflicting emotions had my mind all foggy, and I tripped. I never trip, but here I was, stumbling forward, my eyes searched for something to grab onto. It was right then that I felt arms of steel wrap around me. Catching my fall. His arms.
“If I didn’t know any better, I would think you were a damsel in distress’’ he joked.
I scowled at him.
“I’m not some princess that needs saving; stop following me.” I shoved his arms away from me, and he smirked. He actually fucking smirked.
“Could have fooled me,” he paused, helping steady me, and I hated it, but these heels were extra high and thin as fuck. “Princess,” he finished, and I looked up at him after fixing my dress, but he was gone.
“This motherfucker” I spoke aloud, he just pulled a me, on me. My gaze wandered around the room for him, but I didn’t see him. He was hard to miss in this crowd of pathetic men; he was tall, strong, and, dare I say, handsome. Either way, my point was that you knew it when he was in a room. Felt it even. He was a fucking Alpha, and his energy didn’t lie. My phone buzzed, pulling all my attention to it; Krista’s picture flashed across the screen. I almost forgot. I brought the phone to my ear, “Britt, where are you?”
Shit. “I’m coming. Meet me in the restroom.”
This motherfucker just flipped the table back. Fuck.
Derek
I watched her walk away, and an ache formed inside me; I was too obsessed with her, and I was aware that she was an addiction. Watching her and being near her was one thing, but now that I had felt her and tasted her. I couldn’t help myself. I would kneel at the Altar, that was Britt, and I would worship her.
I opened the Knight app and pressed the call button for my driver. As much as I didn’t want to leave her here, I had to. I must plan for this claiming ceremony because she would be mine. This claiming ceremony would be special and different; Christmas was in a few days, and even though the ceremonies were usually on New Year's, this particular one was on Christmas, an induction of the new leader of the Knights, me. Why not kill two birds with one stone? Instead of waiting for New Year’s to claim her, I do it on my induction night. I was doing it. I was not fucking around anymore. Britt was going to be mine.
My car pulled up, and I slid in, “Hello, Carver,” I greeted my driver.
“Hello, sir; how was your evening?”
“Carver, you don’t have to call me sir. I am not my father, and yes, the evening was quite,” I paused, thinking of the right word. “surprising.”
He gave me a smile and a nod before focusing on the traffic ahead. The nightlife was busy around here. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and hit dial on my father’s number. The line rang exactly twice before he answered.
“Hello, son. Is everything alright?”
“Yes, Father, I just have a request.”
“Fine, proceed.”
Our relationship was as robotic as ever.
“I would like to claim someone.” A rush of nerves tightened my throat. He could say no.
“I would like it to be on the same night as my induction,” I said, clearing my throat. I could hear him close the door to his study. The light buzz of the automatic locks telling.
“This young woman you would like to claim is she fit to sit at your side?” he questioned. If only he knew, she is worthy of sitting on the throne herself.
“Yes, father, trust me, she is more than adequate to lead with me.”
“Is she of good breeding?” he inquired, and I cringed. I was hoping he would just trust me.
“Well, no, not exactly. She has lived a rather rough life, yet she perseveres despite every circumstance and obstacle that has been thrown her way.”
“A fighter then, a survivor. That’s commendable,” he stated.
“She is much more than a survivor father; she thrives in every setting she’s been placed in. She attends school with me and is already familiar with the knight’s ways. So, she is no stranger to our commands.”
“Very well, I will support this request.”
“Thank you, father. I won’t make you regret this.”
“You are welcome, Derek. I trust your leadership, son, and your word. I have raised you to know what is best for you.”
“Thank you for your respect, Father.”
“Goodnight, son; I will have your mother handle all the details. See you at the altar on the night of the morning star. God himself will bless this union”.
“Goodnight, Father, and yes, that was my intention. This woman is special, and I know our love is unique.” The line went dead, so I shoved my phone in my pocket. I admit, I was not expecting it to be that easy, so maybe this is meant to be now, only if I could get my little troublemaker to see.
My phone pings with a text,
Ryder: Congratulations. Mom just told me I can’t wait for my own claim from Krista.
Me: I can’t wait for it either, brother. You will have her.
Ryder: fingers crossed.
Me: Nah, bro, pray and PREY, lol
Ryder: You’re right!
Me: night.
Ryder: I’m just heading out. I gotta go keep an eye on our girls since you ain’t.
Me: I have to give her crazy ass space, she isn’t like other girls.
Ryder: you’re right again.
Ryder: I’ll let you know if you need to come kill a motherfucker.
Me: thanks, little brother
Ryder: always