Kidnapped by my Mate

Deal

Gideon

She had some guts, I had to give her that. She had come into my room to use my phone. The thought made me smile.

My c**k was still so hard it almost hurt. I had kissed her and she had returned the kiss.

I had completely lost control. Only when I had smelled her arousal had I been able to break away from her. She had run out of my room and retreated to hers.

I couldn't lose control like that again. Yes, she had returned the kiss, but it wasn't what she wanted, not really. If I carried on like that, I would destroy her and I didn't want that. She was my mate after all and I wanted to protect her, even from me.

She would stay with me for the next year and I would pull myself together.

A scream tore me from my thoughts. When I looked at the alarm clock next to my bed, I saw that it was already 1 o'clock in the morning.

I heard another scream and was immediately on my feet.

I quietly opened the door to Wanda's room and looked in. She was lying on the bed and tossing and turning, asleep.

She was having a nightmare.

So she hadn't lied after all.

I took a step into the room and she turned towards me in her sleep as if she could feel me.

I withdrew and closed the door to her room. I had promised her I would never enter it without her permission. And I was sure that I was the last person she wanted to see.

I had to pull myself together, I wanted to f**k her but couldn't have her. I would keep her close to me without losing control again.

I usually never lost control, so it wouldn't be too hard.

Wanda

I had been here for two weeks.

After I had tried to crack Gideon's phone, I had gone to my room.

After I'd finally fallen asleep, I'd had the nightmares about the rouges again. It had woken me up, as it had done every night since then.

After I got up, I'd made breakfast in the kitchen and sat down at the table with a coffee.

At lunchtime, Gideon had come into the kitchen and explained to me that we would eat together.

Every day.

He had seemed angry and dismissive, very different from last night when we had been kissing each other.

Since then we had eaten together every lunch and dinner without speaking much.

I had tried everything in the last two weeks to break out. All the doors, electrical devices and phones were secured. We were on the fifth floor, so it was too high to escape through the windows or the balcony.

I was frustrated because I couldn't find a way out and also because of Gideon.

Every time we ate, I felt the mate bond more and more. He looked good and his scent almost drove me crazy.

But he seemed completely unaffected by me.

Not that I wanted him to be crazy about me.

At least I thought so.

He still flirted with me sometimes but never like he did two weeks ago.

I had just finished cooking dinner when I felt Gideon enter the kitchen behind me.

Gideon

Wanda looked beautiful when she was cooking, or whenever she didn't feel like I was watching her.

The last two weeks she had tried to break free. Even though I had told her it was impossible, she had tried anyway.

I understood and admired her for her determination.

The last few days she had been angry and frustrated because she had been unsuccessful.

I assumed she was tired too. Every night she screamed from her nightmares. Every night I checked on her to make sure she was okay.

I wasn't sticking to my resolution to stay away from her.

I hadn't touched her or kissed her and it took all my self-control to do so.

My thoughts kept wandering back to our kiss. She had kissed me back. With the same passion that I felt. She kept controlling my thoughts. I imagined her beneath me, naked, as I was taking her while her face contorted in pure bliss.

I wanted her, badly, but I knew she wouldn't give herself to me. She hated rouges, which I couldn't blame her for. Besides, she was too proud to give herself to me, her kidnapper. I was the villain in her eyes. No matter if I had only wanted to save her from my father, she wouldn't change her mind about me. It didn't help that she wanted me physically. Her body wanted me, just like her wolf. But she was too judgmental and proud. For her to give herself to me would be a betrayal of everything she believed in.

When I entered the kitchen and Wanda sensed my presence, her shoulders tensed.

Wanda

Gideon was behind me, I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. I had tied my hair up, as I always did when I was cooking. His nose was almost touching my skin as he sniffed me.

A shiver ran through me and not because I was scared. But because I was excited, his scent surrounded me and lit a fire in my belly.

Gideo took a step back. I breathed a sigh of relief.

My body was a traitor, my she-wolf wanted her mate and showed me all the possible positions in which I could f**k Gideon. Or he could take me.

Unfortunately, my dreams didn't help either.

For the last two weeks I had nightmares every night about the rouges and how they tortured me.

But the dreams afterwards, when I finally went back to sleep were worse. It had only started a few days ago. I had dreams about Gideon, very intense ones, in which we always had wild s*x.

As always, we ate in silence after the usual small talk.

I tidied up the kitchen and then went to my room.

After a long shower, I put on my pyjamas and went to bed.

Gideon had given me books and an e-reader without internet. There were over 300 books on the e-reader. He had also given me a tablet with music and music videos, as well as TV shows and movies, also without access to the internet. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't connect to the internet.

I tried to read one of the books, but my mind kept wandering back to my mate. Gideon.

He looked stunning. Every time he was near me I felt it and his smell was intoxicating. It was getting harder and harder to resist him physically, this year would be a long one. At least I didn't like hime, so there was no thread that I would fall for him.

If I had met him otherwise, or if he wasn't my kidnapper's son, I would have given myself to him. But he was a rogue and a criminal and that was not at all what I wanted for my mate.

I didn't even notice how I fell asleep until the nightmares started.

Like last night, the dream changed and Gideon rescued me from the rouges.

He carried me to a bed and climbed over me. He kissed me on my lips and let his hands roam over my body. I moaned his name as he slipped his hand into my panties. I could feel his big hand moving on my bare skin, a tingling sensation ran through me.

He kissed my marking spot and when one of his fingers slid inside me, I came intensely. And woke up.

I woke with a start and sat up in my bed, breathing heavily.

My room smelled of Gideon, as if he had just been here. It was probably just my imagination.

I fell back into my pillows and tried to go back to sleep, my heart still racing from my climax.

I woke up to my alarm clock, after only a few hours of sleep. I rubbed my eyes tiredly. It had taken me a long time to get back to sleep and I was tired.

I got ready for the day and then went to the kitchen where Gideon was already sitting.

Huh? Normally I didn't see him until lunchtime, he was already gone by the time I got up in the morning.

He smiled broadly at me, something was going on. I just didn't know what.

"Morning. Did you sleep well?" He asked me.

"Morning. Yes, thank you. You too?" I said and made myself a coffee, I had turned my back to him.

"Did you have nice dreams?" Gideon asked.

Shit!

I put the capsule in the machine and took a deep breath before turning to face him. I looked at him while pretending to think.

"Mhh. I don't know, no I don't think I dreamt anything, beside my usual nightmares." I said, my acting was so bad that even I wasn't buying it.

Gideon gave me a knowing smile.

Shit. He had heard me yesterday. I just hoped I hadn't moaned his name like I had in my dream.

"What are you doing here? In the kitchen I mean, don't you always work at this time of the day?" I asked to distract him.

His smile deepened and my knees went weak, I walked to the chair I usually sat at when we ate.

"I have an offer for you." He said as I sat down.

His hair looked as if he had just run his hand through it. His light brown eyes sparkled when he smiled like that and he looked amazing in his gray long-sleeved shirt.

I wanted to hit him.

"What kind of offer?" I asked cautiously.

"You don't trust me, do you?" He said with a laugh.

"Well, your father kidnapped me, you bought me from him, and you're no doubt just as much of a criminal if you have that much money. Oh and you're a rouge. Although you don't smell like one." I said, the last part I said more to myself.

"Because I'm not." He said.

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

"We'll talk about it another time." He said softly

"Ok."

"I know you don't want to stay here for a whole year. If you accept my offer, I'll let you go after six months. It will be as if you went on your trip, you can return to your life."

That sounded too good to be true.

"What do you want in return?" I asked.

"You." He said.

"Me?" I asked.

"Yes. All of you." He said.

I shuddered, I knew what he wanted, but I needed to hear it to be sure.

"What do you mean with that?" I asked, to which he grinned at me.

"You want me to say it? Fine. I want to f**k you in every way you let me." He said.

A shiver ran down my spine and although it went against my principles, he aroused me. I wanted him. But he was not the mate I had wished for.

He had bought me for 500'000 Dollars, for heaven sakes!

"Wanda. I know you are as attracted to me as I am to you. I heard you last night. Every night I hear your screams when you have nightmares. But yesterday you moaned my name. I can smell your arousal even now and would love nothing more than to carry you to my bedroom."

I couldn't take my eyes off his, as if I were hypnotized.

"You have until tonight to decide. I'm not here for lunch today, so you have the whole day to yourself." He said as he got up and walked out of the kitchen.