Filed to story: Alpha’s Regret – My Luna Has A Son
“I can carry you.It isn’t far,” he tells me, placing my foot down before walking over and grabbing the backpack.
He places two towels in it and the bag of toiletries before tossing it over his shoulder.He then scoops me up and heads for the door.
Carter was right, it wasn’t far, yet the moment he set me down, he rummaged through the bag and produced the handcuffs.
I didn’t see him slip in the bag.I growl fold my arms.
“Macey!” he snaps and I glare daggers at him.
Carter sighs and glances around at the river that flowed slowly.
“Macey, give me your hand,”
“I won’t run, you would catch me if I did,” I tell him and he seems to think for a second.
I lean forward and grab the bag at his feet and rummage through it grabbing out a bar of soap.
And some shampoo.
Carter sighs loudly above me before crouching down next to the bag.
“You hold my hand then and I won’t cuff you,” he says.
“Deal?” he says.
At least I won’t be handcuffed, so I nod my head.
Carter starts removing his clothes and I can’t help but admire his toned body, at least until he removes his pants and I know he plans on using that thing between his legs on me, which makes me look away.
He offers me his hand, yet I don’t remove my bra and underwear.
Carter leads me to the river before walking into the water.
I followed when he sat down.
The water wasn’t that deep and even sitting only came up to his chest.
I sit next to him, my hand still in his when he pulls me in his lap.
Instead of becoming angry and trying to shove him away, I allow it; hoping to gain a little trust.
The last thing I want is to be drugged while he has his way with me.
Carter takes the shampoo that was tucked in under my arm.
“Since I am sitting on you can I at least have my hand back?”
“Will you run?” I shake my head and he lets my hand go.
I start lathering my skin with the soap when Carter grips my hair and turns me sideways on his lap.
“Dip your head back.” he says softly and I do, letting him wet it.
He turns me back before pouring the shampoo in his hand and setting the bottle between m y thighs.He washes my hair and rinses it out while I sat there awkwardly.
“I won’t hurt you Macey, relax,” he says.
Wouldn’t hurt me, but making me submit doesn’t fall into that category? Yet when he unclasped my bra.I growl at him, clutching the front and losing the soap.
“Almost lost it,” Carter says, producing the soap I dropped.
He tugs on my arm, covering myself.
“You have nothing to be shy about,” he says, and I fight the urge to tell him to go fuck himself.
Carter tosses m y bra to the grass beside the river and before insisting on washing me.
Despite me not wanting him to, I had to admit I loved the feel of his hands on my body.
The bond makes his touch pleasurable, sensual, yet Ido my best to ignore it.
All too soon, though, we headed back to the cabin.
Carter let me walk yet kept a strong grip on my hand as if he thought I would run.
Though I knew that would be a stupid thing on my part.
“I have a surprise for you,” he says, tucking me under his arm as we climb the last incline to the cabin.
The sun was going down now, and I looked out above all the trees, no one would hear me scream, no one would know I was out here if he killed me, and no place to run to and I wasn’t even sure where I was.
Carter leads me back inside before chaining me back t o the damn bed.I move to the front of the fireplace, trying to warm up.
The temperature had significantly dropped and this thin night dress was hardly warm.
Carter, noticing me shivering, grabs the blanket from the bed, draping it over me before going to the kitchen.
He returns with a block of chocolate.I blink at him, yep chocolate will really take my mind off being kidnapped, held against my will, marked and all the other shit he has done.
“Thanks,” I tell him, trying to muster as much excitement as possible.
Yet he chuffs before going to cook dinner.
Tonight’s dinner consisted of Irish stew i n the can, though it tasted better than the noodles and was more filling.
Yet as darkness swallowed the ‘I place, my nervousness amped up to magnitude levels and I could see he was getting impatient with my excuses of saying I was warmer by the fire or the constant I need to pee.
He even went so far as not allowing me water after the third time of claiming I needed to pee.
“Macey,” Carter says, patting the bed.
I open my mouth.
“I know you’re stalling and I know you don’t need to pee, or go for a walk, and it isn’t cold in here,” he pats the bed and I look back at the fire, earning a growl from him.
“One,” he snarls, and I look at him.
“My patience is running very thin Macey,” he growls and I feel his aura slip out, the hair on my body stands on end, yet I wasn’t completely defenseless against it now he had marked me.
Nevertheless, it still hurts like a bitch.
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