Kidnapped By Mate

Is he trying to kill him? There were people surrounding him, trying to get his attention, pulling on him to get him to stop strangling the creep.

But Grayson wasn't moving. He was like a statue.

He was trying to kill him.

Grayson's grip on Mr. Creeper's neck was tightening more and more with every passing second. Out of everyone pleading with him to stop, one man was the most persistent.

He was yelling, "Alpha! Alpha! Stop! You will kill him!"

Grayson paid no attention to him, and just squeezed the creep's neck harder. I pushed through the throng of people, making my way to where he was.

"Grayson!" I yelled when I finally reached him. I stood directly in front of him, trying to get his attention. "What are you doing?"

His eyes met mine, and I took a step back. He was terrifying.

His neck had grown two sizes, and veins ran up over his face and around his black eyes.

Fangs stuck out from beneath his lips, and foam gathered around his snarling mouth.

"Mate, move," he said to me, his expression leaving no room for argument.

Gladly.

I took several steps backward, scared out of my mind, then a hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me back closer to the doorway. I spun around in surprise. It was the man who had called Grayson "Alpha" earlier.

"You're his mate?" he asked me frantically.

I didn't know what he meant. "What? No!" I said, trying to escape his grip. He didn't let me go. But then I vaguely remembered Grayson calling me that earlier.

"I don't know!" I yelled.

He lifted his nose and sniffed the air.

What the hell?

"You're human," he concluded. "But you smell of the alpha." "What?" I screeched.

"Look, there's no time to explain. If you don't calm him down, then he will kill that man." I looked back at Grayson and saw him still strangling Mr. Creeper, whose face was now turning purple as he gasped for air and scratched at Grayson's hand.

"Calm him down? How am I supposed to calm him down? He's strangling someone!" I yelled.

"Touch him, talk to him, anything! Just get him to stop!"

I looked at the man in front of me. His expression was pure panic.

"Touch him?" I asked. I could do that. I could touch him. Hell, I'd been touching him the entire flight.

The man nodded encouragingly and tugged me back to where Grayson was.

The choking man's movements were slowing, his head beginning to fall to one side.

Shit... I have to do something.

I took a deep breath and then raised a shaky hand and placed it on Grayson's shoulder.

"Grayson?" I asked. His head snapped to look at me. I swallowed. "Please stop.

You're hurting him."

He growled-like really growled. "No." His gaze turned back to the creep.

Well...that didn't work.

I turned to the man behind me.

"Keep trying!" he yelled.

I whimpered, then stepped in front of Grayson and put my hands on either side of his livid face, forcing him to look at me. "Grayson, stop now. You're scaring me."

That made him pause. His eyes softened a bit. His grip must've loosened because I suddenly heard frantic gasps of air.

I'm doing it! It's working!

But then his expression hardened.

"Mate, move, or I will move you. I am dealing with the threat. I am protecting you." His voice was deadly.

I took a step back and turned to the man who had gotten me into this mess.

I could be back in my nice, cozy seat, by myself, not dealing with any of this. But no!

Instead, I had to touch the livid demon man. Talk to the psychotic man strangling someone!

"What now?" I asked him.

"Kiss him!" he yelled.

"What?" I screeched. "No! I am not doing that!"

"I know this is scary, but we have no other option! Either you kiss him, or that man dies. It's up to you."

This made absolutely no sense. Why would kissing Grayson do any good? I looked at the man he was holding. Mr. Creeper had gone almost limp, with only his feet jerking the tiniest bit. Grayson was about to finish the job.

I had to do something.

"Fuck it," I said. I grabbed Grayson's face and smashed my lips into his.

At first, he didn't respond. It was like kissing a very warm, very smooshy statue.

But then he muttered something against my lips: "Mate."

Grayson pulled my body into his and drove his tongue into my mouth, claiming dominance over mine immediately.

He traced the curves of my body with his massive fingers, and I heard Mr. Creeper drop. I was vaguely aware of gasping and spluttering and then Grayson grabbed hold of my ass and lifted me into his arms. Then he wrapped my legs around his waist and carried me back out of first class.

No, no, no, no! This was not what I wanted. I had thought this would be a quick peck on the lips. I'd thought I would stop him from choking the creep, and then I'd sprint away for dear life.

I hadn't thought he'd carry me away to my imminent doom.

I removed my lips from his, hoping that he'd stop and put me down, but he just growled and started kissing down my neck, still walking to Lord knows where.

"Grayson, what are you doing? Put me down!" I said, pushing on his shoulders.

Man, is this guy made of steel or something?

He didn't even pause.

"Mate. Mine," he said, and continued his open-mouthed kisses along my jaw.

I glanced back over his shoulder at the 'helpful' man from before. He was just standing there beside the doorway leading to first class, watching us as people crowded around the creep who'd nearly died.

"Help!" I yelled at him.

He just shrugged and gave me a look that said, What do you want me to do about it?

I wanted to scream.

What the hell was even happening? I'd mentally prepared myself for a long, uncomfortable flight. This was so far beyond that...

Grayson carried me into the bathroom of the plane and quickly set me down on the tiny sink. He positioned himself between my legs and gripped my hips.

"Grayson, what..."

His lips were suddenly back on mine.

And, oh my Lord, did it feel good.