The Alpha's Temptation

'This is our mate!' His wolf said, jumping and wagging his tail on the inside. 'This is our mate, Tabit! I can smell her!'

Fafnir blinked his eyes, once and then twice. Everyone was appearing like Tabit to him, but none of them smelled right. Only this soldier was smelling the way Tabit smelled and it made his wolf go wild in excitement. In a slurry voice he said, "You were worth waitin' for."

The merchant was smelling so bad that Tabit tried to tug her hand out of his and move away from him, but he held her tighter. "What are you doing? I have come here to set up wine for the Draka soldiers," she said, jerking her head back. And in that little movement, her fake mustache came out on the right.

"They have started having my girl jump out of the wine barrel? Damn!" He took his hand to her mustache and fixed it back. "Your hair was fallin'." He hiccupped. "You a girl?"

She leaned as far as back away from him, petrified and looked up into his face with a frown. "Wh--what?" Did the merchant recognize her?

"Will you be jumpin' out of the wine barrel naked?"

"Hell no!" She shook her head as her cheeks flooded with color.

Fafnir watched the girl blushing in his embrace. This was his Tabit. If he was dreaming, then he wished never to come out of the dream. This dream was perfect for him. So many women wanted to join him, but he ignored all of them.

She was so adorable. Hell, she was fucking cute. No. She was stunning and hot as hell. He had finally found what he was searching for. Without another word, he leaned over to her mouth and kissed her hard. He slid his hand to her plump and curvy hips and squeezed them.

He parted her lips with his tongue and delved his tongue inside. Calaman's horns! She tasted so good, like wine. He couldn't stop himself and continued to explore her mouth. And to his satisfaction, the girl groaned. She liked his kiss.

He threaded his fingers in her long, silky hair, holding her tight as he devoured her with his deep kiss. Fuck. He was going to eat her whole. Eat her till she screamed his name.

When he finally broke the kiss, the girl or the soldier looked at him in a daze, her mouth parted and she was breathing hard.

"You are General--"

"Yes, you found me. And you are Tabit?"

"I am--"

"Come. I found you too!" Fafnir grabbed her wrist and started to drag her behind her all the way to the room he had reserved for himself.

"Wait," Tabit said loudly.

But the next moment, Fafnir bent, he grabbed her by her thighs and hauled her to his shoulder. "I can't wait, love!"

He took her upstairs to his room. He opened it and kicked the door close with a bang. He took her to the bed and made her stand on it. He was so focused on his little angel that the world around him faded. "My Tabit," he murmured.

Tabit pursed her lips when she realized that it was not just any merchant but Fafnir. And that he was heavily drunk. But even in this state, even under all the disguise they were in, he recognized her, and finally she recognized him because her wolf was now wagging tail for her mate. It was fate. It would never let them wander around.

When she had met Fafnir for the first time, he was so reserved and very guarded and tense around her. It was all the fae wine that was addling his brain and he was so adorable when he lost his senses. His initial inhibition around her was gone. But what was Fafnir doing in this inn?

"What were you doing in this inn, Fafnir?" she asked, cupping his cheeks.

He leaned in her hand and kissed her palm. He lifted his hooded gaze at her and said, "I was waiting for my Tabit. I hadn't seen her for six days and I think I was going insane without her. Tabit, you won't leave me now, will you?"

Her heart squeezed at her poor little General of Draka. "I have come for you only, Fafnir," she replied. Slowly she sat on the bed and shifted back. He too crawled with her as she moved towards the headboard. When she was against it, she stopped and he too stopped.

Fafnir was feeling as if he had come to a wonderland. He leaned over and removed her fake mustache and then the turban. Yes, this was his Tabit. He kissed her all over again, straddling her thighs and then said, "Stay with me." He moved beside her and pulled her in his lap. Wrapping his arms tightly around her, he closed his eyes, his erection going painfully hard. But even in his state, he didn't dare to ask her to have sex with him, afraid that she would leave him if he even mentioned about it. So he cradled her in his arms and sat there.

Tabit was really surprised by the turn of events. She had come to the wine house to order wine for the soldiers and instead wrapped up being with her mate? She was so starved of him all these days that she murmured, "To hell with it," and snuggled in his arms, burying her face in his chest. "Thank you, Goddess," she muttered and then stopped thinking about anything else. She was where she was wishing to be. In his arms.

Now the only thing digging on her side was his hard as rod shaft which was so hot that it felt like a brand on her. The thought of it against her body made her blush but she couldn't deny that she loved it.

Tabit was so mentally relaxed that she didn't know when she slumbered off, but when she woke up, it was morning. Her body was humming with love. She yawned and stretched herself and then turned around to find a pair of gray eyes staring at her with wide eyes from a chair. Fear and confusion marred his beautiful features. "Fafnir." She smiled.