Mated to the Wolf (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 3

So a quick list of things NOT to do while you're in the arms of an angry werewolf that could easily crush you with one excessive squeeze of his arms.

1) Do not be afraid, for the animal can smell your fear.

2) Do not under any circumstances panic. That will cause even more stress to the animal and things will go terribly wrong.

3) Do not push the animal away. It could aggravate it even more.

4) Lastly and most important, DO NOT LEAVE YOURSELF VULNERABLE.

If you follow these simple steps, you will effectively be safe from the said, angry werewolf. Except, me being the absolute spaz I am, broke every single rule.

Brutus' angry growls filled the room as he dragged me to the nearest corner, trying to push me into the den like creation he made using a metal bed he'd bent into an arc that leaned against the silver toilet, creating a nook like area. First I broke rule number 3, by trying to push Brutus away from me and bolt towards the door. He did not like that at all. Grabbing my wrist he practically chucked me into his 'den' and growled savagely at me in a warning to 'stay put'.

The blaring warning alarms had been ringing, making me look out into the science area, watching the security guards from before, none bigger than Brutus, but still large, suit up in the protective dog suits that Brutus shed me of when I was first shoved in. That's when the fear kicked in, making Brutus' head snap behind him and to look at me in concern and anger. He broke his protective stance to pull me awkwardly into his lap and stroked my cheek with his tongue.

Panic filled me as he continued purring and coddling me but my fear and panic grew, breaking rule number 1 and 2, then I tried pushing him away breaking rule number 1, 2, and 3, all consecutively. Suddenly the heavy metal door burst open, slamming against the wall, making Brutus jump back into a defensive position, accidentally slamming my head against the top of the makeshift den.

The men slowly started coming towards Brutus and I with large, creepy looking stun guns as I landed on the floor, blood spilling from my forehead.

Brutus whirled around with a frightened look on his face as he dropped back to his knees, pulling my upper body into his lap and licking the wound on my forehead frantically, whimpering heavily. I faintly heard the test zaps of the guns in the background as black spots clouded my vision. Looking up into Brutus' gorgeous forest green eyes, filled with concern, worry, so much anger, and one other emotion I couldn't really identify. I whispered a quiet, "Wow", in awe of the beauty of the supernatural creatures looks, before breaking rule number 4 because the spots completely took over and everything went black.

##########

Waking up groggily, I looked up at the steel ceiling. Wait, steel? There was a large weight on top of me and I put my hand on the mass, only to be meet with coarse, short fur. The mass, which I now assumed was Brutus, moved off me and started licking my face. Groaning in pain, I grasped my head trying to rub the pain out. I abruptly sat up, remembering what unfolded before I went unconscious. Looking around, I took in the sight of the security guards all piled neatly by the toilet, covered in massive bruises, oozing blood. The giant metal wall that connected Brutus' cell from the outside was blocked, making the already tiny room seem even more small. I stood up, leaning against the wall for support, Brutus' back equal with my chest.

Suddenly, the wolf started to tremor, folding inside out creating Brutus' human form. I stood there in shock, not expecting the sudden change. He shook his whole body, as if he was, well, a dog. And started to walk towards me. I can't believe my uncle gave up on trying to get me out of here, the coward. Abruptly, Brutus yanked me towards him again, feeling deja-vous, I didn't even struggle, instead opting to, hesitantly, rest my head against his chest, listening to his heart beat erratically. I heard a deep purr in his chest as he ran his huge hands through my hair. My heart pounded against his own, my cheeks blushing.

"Brutus, c-can you speak English?" I stuttered out. He pulled back and looked down at me, tracing his large hands down my face, tracing my eyebrows first, trailing down my slightly crooked nose from when those bullies broke it in 8th grade when I came out. He then ventured to my lips, slowly tracing his callused, thick, fingers over my plump lips. He groaned lightly and I revealed in the sound. He grabbed my lip between his thumb and middle knuckle of his pointer finger, pulling down slowly.

"Little." He grumbled out in a heavy accent, something Greek based. It was sexy as hell and I released a breathy sigh. I nodded, still looking into his amazing eyes, getting lost in the depth and emotion. He leaned down and sniffed my neck intensely, muttering, "θεά , μπορείτε , αδελφή ψυχή , μυρίζει όμορφα!"

Definitely Greek. It was sexy as sin. "Mate, is mine," He growled out, licking my neck, making me groan. I got to stop, they definitely have cameras in here.

"Brutus, I-I'm not your mate." I shakily told him, in hopes of making it home by 6 for dinner. Why am I thinking about that right now? Am I crazy?

He growled deeply, "Mate is yes." He struggled out, between clenched teeth. His English was broken, and distorted but I still understood him generally. And I understood that he claimed me as his. Which absolutely terrified me.

Suddenly, the lights in the cell went dark and I felt Brutus' weight fall against me with a pissed off growl from him, making me collapse to the ground with him on top of me. When the lights went back on, more security officers barged in grabbing me, the previous unconscious guards, and dragging us out as Brutus' temporarily disabled body struggled against the sedative drugs. Growls filled the room as I watched tears fill his eyes. He reached shakily out to me, fighting the numbing agents in his blood as he barked out one word.

"Name!" He barely breathed out, as the large guard pulled me away quite forcefully.

"Steven!" I shouted back as the door slammed shut on the beautiful creature, with flaming hair and green grass eyes.

++++++++++

Rough translation: goddess, you, my soulmate, smell so delicious!

Tell me what you think or what you thinks going to happen!!!

Words: 1135