The Possessive Alpha
Chapter 91

ELLE POV

Damon and I walk out of the forest hand in hand once we reach an open field with a large tree sitting in the middle, underneath is a platform with a greenhouse. Hanging from the branches are twinkle lights, a table with chairs sitting atop the platform withtelecop a bucket of ice and champagne sitting inside. Two glasses, and a covered tray sitting their piquing my interest. Sitting outside the greenhouse door is a beautiful telescope already pointed at the sky.

As I stare at the beauty before I can feel the tears already prickling the back of my eyes, wanting to spill over at the amount of thought Damon put into this night. “Do you like it?” he asks, as his hand squeezes mine, his nerves consuming the air around us making it heavier.

“Like it?” I ask, bewildered by his question, “I absolutely love it!” I say throwing my arms around him as the warmth of his chuckle starts to calm my nerves. “It’s perfect Damon! Did you do this all by yourself? When did you have the time?” I continue questioning him as I pull him closer to the romantic little set up, dying to inspect it up close.

“In the words of Matt, “I am not a f*****g Property Brother,”‘ I chuckle, enjoying her kid like excitement as she enters the greenhouse to find it littered with plants. A hammock swing is hanging along the back wall and a big fluffy mattress placed on the platform floor is covered with comfy planets and pillows. “Matt, Andrew and I built the platform and put together the greenhouse. It was their job to handle the interior and they delegated the work elsewhere.”

“Let me guess Charity and Theo?” I ask him, my eyebrows raised, and a smirk on my lips. “You made it kind of obvious with that Property brothers reference. They are obsessed with the show.”

“No,” he responds cooly, secretly enjoying that I guessed wrong, “Taylor and Emma. So do I get rewarded for doing a good job?” He asks his demeanor relaxed and happy as he touches my waist.

“I didn’t realize you were going to do all of this,” I say, looking around at the beautiful moment he created for us, a night I never want to let go of.

“I know I haven’t always been the best at showing my emotions, but from the moment you walked into the packhouse,” he sighs, rehashing old topics I am not in the mood to discuss at this particular moment. “I felt the need to protect you and give you everything, I didn’t know why, but we were so young….I wasn’t ready…”

“Damon..you don’t need to,” I try telling him but he won’t listen, instead barreling through with his thoughts.

“Yes, I do, Biscuit,” he says tipping my chin up so I look him in the eyes, “I was a d**k and nothing I say can excuse that but I want you to know it’s always been you.” His finger running along my check in a merry dance, sending shivers down my spine. “The moment I scented your cinnamon scent I was putty and at thirteen that was the most terrifying thing to experience.” His lips find my cheeks gracing them with light k****s.

“I want to start making up for all the years of a*****e behavior,” he pushes some of my hair behind my ear as his forehead rests on mine. “in any way I can.”

“I have wondered how much of our actions were our own these past five years,” I question aloud, “or were the product of some spell, or multiple.” I shake my head still in disbelief that this is my life.

“I have asked myself that same thing,” he replies dryly, an annoyance washing over his face, “but I don’t want to blame my behavior solely on that. I knew what I was doing was wrong and did it anyway.” The shame is clear on his face, reaching out I grab his hand to make him look at me.

“Sweetheart,” I say, taking charge of my responsibility in our past relationship, “I am no better than you, I allowed you to treat me like s**t for years, but a part of me deep down, felt like you needed it. Don’t ask me why, I just felt like it was easier to comply and give you needed it more than.”

“Then why are you with me now?” He asks, his anxiety so strong it’s like ice cubes are being dragged along my skin reminding me of where we are and what’s about to happen.

“Because it’s always been you,” I admit, my words firm, not wavering in their conviction. “But like you, I was young, confused by your unnecessary angry and my inexplicable attraction to you. Whenever you walked into a room it was like my every cell in my body was screaming to run to you and run from you at the same time. It was torturous and euphoric at the same time. Then when things started changing between us my body was so desperate for your attention I was a goner.”

“Do you ever think what our relationship would have been like if we didn’t have to deal with the choices of others?” he asks, as his thumb caresses my cheeks and lips like he is trying to trace the lines of my face imprinting them in his memory.

“Probably would have been childhood sweethearts,” I say with a sad chuckle, “the kind that are inseparable and deeply devoted to eachother. Although I am sure you would have been just as protective against any other man who dared to talk to me.”

“Hell, yes I would,” he growls pulling me into his chest, as he nuzzles my neck for comfort. The magnetic chemistry continues to buzz between us. “I don’t like people touching what’s mine. Would you be okay with some girl randomly groping me?”

Before I have the chance to stop it a growl roars through my chest, Scarlett and I on ten, my skin turning green with jealousy at the thought of another girl within a five mile radius. A hearty chuckle rumbles through his chest as he snuggles me closer to him.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous,” he teases, basking in the rarity of seeing me become the possessive Alpha for once. “I promise no girl will ever hold my attention the way you do” He assures me after seeing that my eyes are still shooting daggers in his direction.

“I wasn’t jealous,” I say, turning my chin away from him, “I just don’t like the idea of another girl on your arm.”

“To be honest,” he says, granting a dainty k**s to my forehead before continuing, “I don’t like the thought of another woman on my arms either. The last time I tried it I always imagined a feisty redhead was beside me instead which made going to events miserable when I realized it wasn’t her beside me.”

“Well, I guess we are all allowed one unfixable mistake,” I say with empathy, as I rest my head against his chest inhaling sandalwood and eucylptus scent taking comfort in the familiarity of it. If only I could bottle his signature smell to take me where ever I go.

“I am pretty sure that’s my second,” he reminds me not shying from the truth of our past, or more his.

“Yeah,” I say, giving his arms a gentle squeeze, “but I am sure you will find the best way to make it up to me.”

“I hope I can,” he says, right as a loud bang erupts behind us startling me enough to jumpinto his arms in desperation.

“It’s okay, Biscuit,” Damon murmurs against my ear as he cradles me, “they’re the fire works Andrew and Matt planned for the night. They are our two minute warning till midnight.”

Turning away from Damon’s chest I turn around looking into the sky to see if alight with different colors as fireworks shoot off into the sky, exploding at the last second in a dazzling blaze of reds, blues, gold, and green.

Before I can comment further, Damon’s warm lips have landed on mine in needy desperation, as his tongue runs along mine begging for entrance. Clutching him closer a sigh escapes granting him the access he desperately craves giving him deeper access.

My head is already starting to spin as I get lost in the tenderness, and demanding nature of his mouth as it moves in tandem with mine. There is no comparison between the fireworks going off above me and the ones I am experiencing all over my body. A rumble of satisfaction is making its way out of Damon’s chest vibrating me slightly because of the closeness of our bodies.

As if he knows I need a chance to get some air, he finally gives my lips a reprieve while he k****s along my chin and nibbles on my ear his breathing shallow as he tries to contain himself from losing control and savagely marking me right here. I can’t deny that my thighs are already damp, and the images running through my mind thanks to Scarlett. My l**t so thick in the air I don’t know how he has managed to stay in control this whole time.

“Are you ready?” he asks, pulling his lips away from my skin still tingling in the afterglow of his attentions. Meeting his eyes, I look him and ask the same, “are you?” Tilting my neck and turning my head I give him better access to the spot where our unique mark will sit.

With one last look for reassurance Damon finally lowers his head, moving slowly, giving me one last chance to back away from this decision before it becomes permanent. The proximity of his canines has my gut stewing with anxiety as his lips gently graze my neck, nearly crumbling under the delerious torture as his canines poke into my skin.

Preparing for the sharp pinch I know that will come from his teeth breaking though my epidermis I tense in anticipation barely noticing when something else breaks through on the other side of my neck. Reaching behind neck I pull out a gold tranquilizer dart, twisting it my fingers, trying to remember every last detail before my world fades to black.