Nine and We Spar

Surprisingly, Tiberius leaves Delphine to her own devices as he goes to his home office. She supposes there’s trust because of all the guards rather than any true trust in her. In the end, why he leaves her alone doesn’t matter as much as the fact that she is alone. Delphine feels devious, almost, that she access to the large house with little supervision. So she explores every nook and cranny so that when it’s time to run again, she’ll have some sort of advantage.

The house itself is large enough to boast four bedrooms, not including the office, three and a half baths with an expansive living room. The living room leads into an equally massive kitchen with eight burners, two ovens, a walk in pantry, and a fridge to match. There’s also the three car garage they came through and the back yard with its built in fire pit and brick oven. If Delphine hadn’t grown up in an actual mansion, she would’ve said this house is one just based on the general sizes of everything.

Delphine is on the third floor where the bedroom she’s forced to stay in is alongside the office. She even finds access to a small attic, but decided against going up it for now. Instead, Delphine goes through ‘her’ room to see exactly what Tiberius is going to make her wear. There are plenty of pencil skirts in various colors, a couple pairs of jeans shorts, yoga pants, and some athletic shorts. The shirts are in similar array and she wants to detest him for his choices, but they are all clothes she’d pick for herself. Actually, that does make Delphine hate him more- how dare he presume to know her?

Delphine yanks the clothes from the drawers and throws them on the floor after failing to rip any of them up. She gets the idea, then, to throw them out of the window. She can’t go anywhere or be dressed to his whims if there aren’t any clothes for her. All the clothes from the dresser are tossed out the window followed by the dresses and jackets from the closet. Everything starts to go until He stops her.

“Delphie, darling, this is not a healthy way to be upset,” Tiberius has his arms around her middle and pulls her away from the window and dwindling pile of clothes.

She spits in his face without hesitation, “I’m not yours! You can’t lock me up and dress me as you please. I’m not yours, IM NOT YOURS.”

His growl shocks her to her core and she freezes after having shouted at him. Tiberius eyes are darker than his normal light green and she tenses. The last time an Alpha had been mad at her was her father who ended up locking her in a closet for a day. That was over five years ago. Tiberius backs her up against the bed, her knees hitting the edge of the bed and she topples backwards. He’s on top of her in an instant with a tight grip of her chin, forcing her to keep eye contact with him.

“I get this is a tough time for you,” his voice is still a harsh sound. “But that is no excuse to spit in my face and shout at me.”

Delphine’s eyes burn as tears build in them and she struggles against him until he growls again. The tears leak as she goes pliant and submissive beneath him. Her heart pounds at the thought that he’s going to rip her heart out and eat it in front of her. Unintentionally, Delphine tilts her head enough to bare her neck and the scent gland on it. She doesn’t want to do this, but her body no longer is obeying her brain.

Tiberius’ lips touch her neck, sliding over the scent gland with sharp teeth, and she whimpers. This scenario is one of her worst thoughts come to life as he runs his tongue over her neck and he pulls down the straps to her dress. Her tears fall faster then, but Tiberius doesn’t stop, if anything it eggs him on. His mouth still never leaves her scent gland with fangs digging in every now and again.

He pulls back briefly, after she’s stripped naked, to stare down at her, “You’re a dream. You’re everything I’ve always wanted and more. The goddess saw fit to make us mates, I hope you can see what I see on the matter soon enough.”

“Y-you just want a trophy,” her voice is pathetic even to her own ears. Barely a whisper and cracking.

“No,” Tiberius’ voice is firm, solid, as her shoots her assertion down. “I want my mate. My other half. You’re my mate and I cannot live another day without you.”

He bites hard into her scent gland, marking Delphine for all to see and smell. Delphine cries out, he hands flying up to scratch roughly at his back from the pain. Tiberius moans as her nails dig in and he grinds himself into her sex. She no longer has the strength to fight him on this.

Tiberius pulls back with blood on his lips to attest to how harshly he bite and marked her. His calloused hands run over the slim curves of her body before briefly getting off her to strip from his own clothes. Delphine, at this point, is lost to the mate mark even if she rationally refuses the thought of a mate. The hormones and scent of the Alpha, her Alpha, swirling around her is clouding all her sensibility. She whimpers the moment his hands return to her body.

“So pretty,” Tiberius mumbled in a fugue state. “So pretty and all mine.”

He rolls her nipples between his fingers and kisses down her chest to her center. Delphine gasps beneath him when he kisses her sex and he shivers at the sound. Tiberius acts like a starved man after the first taste, devouring her juices and flesh like he’ll never get another taste. And maybe he won’t. So Tiberius devours and savors, feasting until Delphine can no longer take the sensations and breaks beneath him. Delphine’s nerves have never felt so on fire before and the onslaught doesn’t stop as Tiberius thrusts a finger inside her right heat.

She cries out for him again and Tiberius soaks up all her sounds. His song bird singing for him and only him. He can share, sure, but he’s selfish too and wants these sweet sounds to be all his. Tiberius presses in a second finger and doesn’t stop fingering Delphine until she comes undone again. He pushes the hair sticking to her sweat soaked forehead away to press a gentle kiss to it.

“I promise, I only want to keep you safe and happy. I don’t want to let you go,” Tiberius kisses her sweetly and despite herself Delphine kisses back. “But if you really want to run, I won’t try and stop you anymore.”

Delphine sniffles and holds him close, trying to gather what little sense is left in her brain to respond, “I want to live my life for me, but everyone wants to string me up to dance to their tune.”

Tiberius groans low as he lines his dick up with her vagina, slowly pushing in, “Don’t dance to my tune, but don’t run either. Please.”

One sharp thrust and he’s sheathed inside her causing them both to moan. Delphine is still lost to the sensations and her own mind starts to betray her. It screams mate at her and if she was of sounder mind, she’d deny how good Tiberius smells. Like the ocean and adventure. Delphine clings tight to him as he thrusts into her with rough abandon. He whispers sweet nothing the whole time and she keens under it all.

Delphine can feel Tiberius’ knot push at her entrance and she whines, weakly pushing at his wait, “Don’t, Ti… please.”

Tiberius groans internally but nods that he heard her. He doesn’t push his knot in even as the temptation looms right in front of him because despite it all, he does respect her. He slides a hand between them to rub at her clot and they break in near unison. Delphine is all soft whimpers and whines of his name as Tiberius growls hers. They relax after he pulls out and lays next to her.

“You want dinner in bed,” Tiberius tugs her in close to him.

Delphine nods hesitantly, “Something light, please.”

“We can go shopping tomorrow too- get you new clothes that you pick out?”

“I’d like that.”