His Little Mate

Nicholas

"So Sammy," I felt my heart swell with joy at his nickname, and I heard Aztec growl slowly; he was upset we hadn't known his nickname. "Let's talk." I smirked as I counted down on the couch beside him and put my arm around him.

"Oh God," I heard him gulp as his hand hit his face.

He looked annoyed more than anything.

"I know you've got questions, I see it in your face," I laughed slightly.

He glared at me from his position, not even fully turning his head.

"I can always make you talk if you won't talk of your own free will..." I put my hand on his thigh.

    Oh For Fuck's Sake! Aztec howled, Just turn him over and fuck him! Knot him! Then he will listen.

    "Too early," I chided him as my hand rubbed a bit on Sammy's thigh. I felt him tense up.

"Okay okay? I'll talk to you dammit!" He shoved my hand away. "Old man!" He snidely stated, crossing his arms.

    "How do you know I'm older than you?" I asked him as I let my hand go back to stroking his thigh.

    "W-Well, I mean... you seem to be these people's leader. No one lets an 18-year-old lead," he mumbled, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

"That's rich coming from you," I retorted, a smirk playing on my lips. "I was leading this pack at fifteen."

His head whipped around, eyes wide with a mixture of shock and disbelief. He opened his mouth to retort, then snapped it shut, his face flushing.

"I just wanna say..." I began, my voice rough with emotion, "I'm sorry. For marking you. Before you were ready." I coughed, the admission a bitter pill to swallow.

"Marked?" he echoed, his eyebrow arched in confusion.

    He doesn't know what that is, idiot. He didn't read the file, remember? Aztec chided me in my head at my forgetfulness. You also left before you explained it before.

    I peaked at the side of his neck and a few black lines peaked out the collar of his shirt. I grabbed at his shoulder and he seized up. "This is my mark on your lower neck and upper shoulder."

    "Your mark?" His eyebrows furrowed, "You mean the tattoo thing?" He seemed deep in thought.

"Yeah the tattoo thing." I chuckled. "It's my mark."

"Mark as in like, your mark of possession?" His face fell.

"Yeah you could say that." I smirked.

"Is it-is it permanent?!" His voice raised suddenly.

    You bet your sweet bubbly ass it is. I could hear Aztec snickering.

"Yes it is," I smiled broadly as Sammy seemed to pale.

"What-What does it mean? Why-Why is it damn big?!"

I took my hand off his shoulder "it marks you as my mate and it's big so it won't be missed."

"You mean to show people you're my pair?" He rolled his eyes.

"God," I growled. "I don't like the word pair. We use the word mate. It's more serious, and it's true. You are my mate, Sammy, we are not a pair. A pair is two of something that is fleeting, but a mate is someone who is with you for life. You, Samuel, are my mate. Not my pair. My mate." I stressed the word 'mate' every-time I used it and Sammy seemed unable to stop moving around in his seat.