Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers-Chapter 12: Dion’s Playfulness

(Author’s POV)

Dion was dragging Myra and Nora along, gripping both their hands in his as Elio was merely following them from behind quietly.

As for Dion, as a natural womanizer, he didn’t loosen his grip on Myra’s hand even for a second, but he very cleverly masked his intentions by holding Nora’s hand as well. After all, he was an experienced campaigner in this field.

He smirked internally, as he held Myra’s hands in his, feeling extremely pleasant and was pleased by himself. His skin was tingling and heating up from where Myra’s and his hand clasped, he could feel a sensation through his palm.

Myra’s hands were neither soft nor delicate or cushiony, but her mere touch was igniting a fire within Dion as well as his wolf, Drey. He wanted to have her, by hook or by crook. ’Who could resist my charm? She will be in my bed soon enough. Maybe tonight, who knows?’

Myra initially was not comfortable by Dion’s hand holding but was now somewhat accustomed to it. She didn’t want to make a fuss about these little things, it was just holding hands, after all. But the area Dion was grasping turned hot and sweaty.

Dion led the group to the pool side. The water was crystal clear, reflecting the sky blues and the beautiful autumn season.

"Here, this is the second best place in this whole mansion, Myra. You could sometimes go for a swim or something; I will surely join you guys as well. Just tell me, when you feel like it, okay?" Dion glanced at Myra meaningfully, giving her his signature, playful smile which was glistening his whole face.

Myra didn’t pay much attention to his flirting skills, or you could say, she didn’t wanted to, and asked, "Then, what’s the best place here?"

"Oh, I won’t tell you just like that, come with me so that I can show it to you instead?" Dion once again tugged at Myra’s wrist and started running towards the dense forest without giving anyone any warning.

Hand in hand, Myra and Dion were sprinting inside the lush green and red forest leaving a shouting Nora and curious Elio behind. "Brother Dion, why are you running suddenly? And why are you taking Myra there alone, I am telling you, don’t even think about bullying her, otherwise~"

He simply laughed at Nora’s words. Myra was flustered by the sudden turn of events. She could not comprehend, ’Why am I even running like we are in some sort of romantic comedy movie, hah? What’s with this holding hands?’ But Dion’s strong grip and the fast pace of them running, did not allow her to break free.

As there steps came to a halt, Myra was panting profusely. It felt like her lungs would burst open anytime soon. Her hands were on her knees, as she was gasping for oxygen, her back bent, when she started questioning Dion, "Dion .... hufff, why did you ..... hufff drag me here all alone .... hufff? What about othe~" But when she tilted her head upwards to face Dion, she was mesmerized by the view that was right before her eyes, twinkling with amazement, she forgot to complete her sentence.

"WOW, this is~ simply breath taking" she blinked several times, trying to capture the vision in her mind.

"This is what I wanted to show you so badly. The best place in the mansion as told you" Dion came behind Myra, whispering softly, feeling proud at his own feat. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

There was a pond, more like hot springs which was surrounded by exotic maple trees. The water in the pond was decorated with fallen dried leaves. The waterfall above it, added an aesthetic and surreal feel to it.

All of Myra’s fatigue and exhaustion went away in a flash, by the mere sight of it. "It truly is an amazing sight, I must admit."

When she came to her senses, she suddenly realized, Dion was standing just behind her, their bodies almost touching.

She felt something around her hip crack and was startled by its hardness.

Instinctively, she turned around and tried to create some space between the two. Her ankle twisted in the process, ’Damn, I should have worn shoes instead of house slippers.’ Just when she thought she was about to fall off badly, bracing herself for the impact, two strong and muscular hands held her tightly. Her head settled on the person’s chest. She could hear Dion’s heartbeat which was racing like cars on a formula one race track.

"Are you alright?" Dion’s deep and low voice buzzed in her ears, sending an electrifying sensation within her entire being. The fragrance emanating from Dion was captivating her, the scent of Patchouli surrounding Myra’s nostrils was doing something to her senses, ’Why is my sense of smell getting strong all of a sudden? Surely, the perfumes these brothers use are intoxicating. I should ask them about it.’

She could feel his lean but firm and well toned muscles, which were concealed underneath his thin clothing.

Dion embraced her tightly, feeling every inch of her body. Her small stature, her curves, was right within his grip. Drey was also getting all riled up inside Dion, by her fresh floral scent. ’Gosh, Dion this human’s aroma is doing something to me, it will be something otherworldly to eat her out. I have never felt such urge to have someone so eagerly, ummm.’

Myra looked upwards and saw Dion’s golden greens’ turning a shade darker. She immediately let him go, "Wh-what was that? What are you?" she questioned Dion with a slightly frightened tone. This broke Dion and Drey’s conversation, as he looked at Myra with gaze filled with pure lust.

"What is what? I am Dion Everests, of course. Nora’s brother and your soon to be bed partner." He murmured that last piece of sentence only to himself.

"B-ut, but your eyes. . . suddenly your eyes were~" Myra tried to form some words.

"What’s with my eyes? You must be seeing things after all that sprinting. Come, let me carry you back to the mansion" and without giving Myra anytime to react, he lifted her in his arms, princess style.

"What are you doing, Dion? Put me down, right now" the emotion of anger and embarrassment took over Myra.

Dion simply smiled at her, showing his white teeth and asked, "And tell me, how will you walk back with that swollen ankle in those flip flops if I put you down, hmm? Just hold onto to me tight, otherwise don’t blame me afterwards."

His words made Myra realize that there was a sharp pain, that was coursing through her ankle.

Dion intentionally and playfully loosened his grip on her, which made Myra hold his neck automatically with a firm grip. Dion chuckled at her lively reactions and lifted her some more, walking back with Myra in his arms. He was satisfied and delighted.

To be Continued . . . . . . . .