20

                                    

                                          
"Can you take me to see my family now?" I asked, sticking a spoonful of mashed potatoes into my mouth.
                          
I was sitting on the edge of the bed with my legs folded, wearing his black boxers and a white dress shirt, only held closed by a few buttons in the middle. 
                          
Damian looked up at me from the chair he was sitting on by the wall, still wearing only sweatpants while he was also eating.
                          
"No," was his simple reply. My brows pulled down, instantly frowning when he looked back down at his food.
                          
"Excuse me? You promised me we'd go today and I feel really good now. Maybe my heat isn't going to come back?" I suggested, yet he shook his head.
                          
"I can smell it, Sofia. It's not gone yet," he sighed, "maybe in a few days".
                          
"A few days? Are you jo-"
                          
"No. Until you let me impregnate you, they'll take a few days," he raised his brows at me. 
                          
"I want to see my family".
                          
"I know you do, and you will, in a few days," Damian assured me, but I wasn't okay with that. 
                          
"Invite them here, then," I suggested, "I could see them and if my heat comes back-"
                          
"When your heat comes back," he grumbled, correcting me. I narrowed my eyes at him, finishing my food and then putting my empty plate onto the night table. 
                          
I cleared my throat and continued, "we could go upstairs for thirty minutes and I could see them again after".
                          
"No," he spoke again after a moment.
                          
"Why not? I just gave you a hand job, for Christ's sake!" I frowned, not understanding why he wouldn't let me see my family when my heat was taking a damn break.
                          
A small smile tugged at his lips, but vanished when I gave him a look.
                          
"I don't want any men around you right now, Sofia," he explained. 
                          
"It's my family! I'm seeing them today, Damian".
                          
"No, you're not," he was being way too calm. 
                          
I had been so looking forward to seeing my mother, father and brother today, I almost felt like crying now that he was crushing the possibility right in front of my nose.
                          
"You were just telling me about how we could make decisions together! Why are you now-"
                          
"Once you're Luna we can make decisions together about things concerning our pack. You're in heat now, and my responsibility. I will not let you out of this room, it would start driving half the males here crazy," he explained, dark eyes watching me intensely from across the room. 
                          
"Why are you being like this?" I shook my head, so confused now. I stood up by the bed to gain some sort of authority by looking down at him. There was still a few feet between us.
                          
Damian casually leaned back, just watching and waiting.
                          
"Aren't you going to say anything? None of this means anything to you, does it? You've marked me and we've mated, this should move me away from the 'kidnappee' title!" my fists were clenching, and along with all my hormones going crazy during this time I was having trouble keeping my voice at a normal level. 
                          
"You don't want to spend time with me?" he wondered, frustratingly casual still.
                          
"I want to see my family more!" I missed them so terribly, tears were now welling up in my eyes, also because of frustration.
                          
"Sofia, calm down. The more worked up you get, the faster your heat will return," he shook his head at me. How could he suddenly be like this towards me?
                          
I was glaring at him and standing my ground even as he stood up as well.
                          
"I'm being like this towards you because I'm trying to help you and keep you safe. I'm not doing this just out of pure evil, even though you might feel like I am," he told me, taking slow steps closer to me, "why can't you just wait a few days to see them?"
                          
"Because all the time I've been here - against my will, may I add - I've had no contact with them! If I even want to become Luna, my own pack will always be my priority," I was mad, and half the stuff I was saying were just out of frustration.
                          
His brows furrowed, most definitely not happy with the things I'd just said. "You will be Luna. You're not here against your will anymore since I know you don't want to leave me at this point, Sofia. Stop guilting me into going against what I, as Alpha and your fucking mate, deem right!"
                          
I was quiet for a moment, cursing in my head to myself as I felt heat prickling through my veins again, gathering right at my core. No, no, no... 
                          
I could literally see his dark eyes darkening with absolutely primal lust, knowing my heat was returning.
                          
"No," I began shaking my head after I'd raised my hand up to point my finger at him, "you're not coming closer until you promise me you'll take me to see my family by the end of this day".
                          
Damian didn't move, even when I began backing away, strategically moving to be behind the bed so at least we'd have that between us. 
                          
I knew it wouldn't be very good in holding back an Alpha whose mate had just gone back into heat, though.

                          
"Sofia..." his voice had lowered as well. My knees felt weak, and it took everything within me to even seem composed.
                          
"Ohh...shit," I breathed, a wave of heat running over me.
                          
"Come on..." he was coaxing, beginning to take a step closer.
                          
"No!" I was quick to raise my voice again, "promise me, first. Please, just..." a small sob escaped my lips; I was so upset at not being able to see my family, and also trying to hold back the heat was just making it worse quicker.
                          
"Sofia, be realistic..."
                          
I shook my head, a tear rolling down my cheek. I wiped it away, a small moan leaving my lips when another wave of heat settled in my core. I could feel my arousal gathering and wetting a patch in his boxers which I had on.
                          
I knew he could smell this, causing his eyes to turn even darker with lust. There was nothing either of us needed more was to close this space between us, but I had to let him know I wouldn't be so easy 
                          
Another tear slid down my cheek and without sliding it away, I let it slowly torture him. He could feel my pain all too well, I could see it through his eyes. 
                          
"Alright- fuck, fine," he ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head at himself. I almost cried in relief, all while my heat grew stronger and stronger. 
                          
I could hardly think straight anymore. My mate so close and looking so delicious was almost making me drool, yet the space between us was driving me crazy. 
                          
"We'll go see them tonight, or early tomorrow. Whichever I feel is better, are we clear?"
                          
"Yes, yes," I nodded, unable to stand anymore and instead crawled onto the bed. 
                          
I let out something slip along the lines of a giggle and a moan since he wasn't far behind and was quick to tug the boxers covering me. 
                          
"You're such a pain," he grinned, kissing me hungrily before shifting down, down, down, until his hot breath was right by my center. 
                          
I threw my head back as his tongue met my folds and utter relief washed over me. 
                          
My hands tangled in his hair, maybe to try to hold onto something while falling helplessly for him.