A small movement of ragged brown
fabric to one side of the circle caught Ben's attention. He watched from the
edge of the trees, his eyes never leaving the figure in brown. He caught sight
of a small pale face glancing out from behind stringy hair.
The dirty strawberry blond hair was
not what caught his attention. Nor was the length, which seemed to go on
forever, from the top of the young man's head to just below the soft curve of
his ass.
It was the huge sky blue eyes that
peaked out between the thick streams of hair. They were the most expressive
eyes Ben ever saw. Then the little man smiled at him and Ben felt a strange
tightening in the middle of his chest.
The world around him simply
disappeared. It was only the young man and him. No one else existed. But, as
quick as it had come, the smile disappeared along with the beautiful eyes that
had seemed to see into his very soul.
Ben leaned up on his feet to get a
better look him. At six foot nine, he stood feet above most men. In fact, he
had never met anyone who was taller than him. There was nearly nothing that
could make him leave safety at the edge of the party. But the body was huddled
down behind the horde of partygoers and Ben couldn't get a good look. He felt
a need to find the young man.
If he had been truly thinking about
it he would have questioned this obsessive need to find the man hiding on the
other side of the circle. And then he would have run for his life. But all he
could feel was an unnatural desire to hunt down the brown fabric and meet the
man who smiled at him.
Ben left his safety at the edge of
the trees and began working his way through the crowd, his eyes never leaving
the young man. He knew the man could see him walking to his by the slight
turning of his body towards him. He seemed to be waiting for him. From the
small smile on his lips he assumed he would be happy to see him.
As he got closer to him, Ben could
see more of his stature. He was small. He might reach Ben's sternum… if he
stood on a stool. Otherwise, he would barely reach Ben's chest. The man
couldn't have been more than five foot ten or so. His thread worn outfit was
definitely not made to look pleasing on him. There seemed to be no contours or
soft places on him. On a whole, it seemed to hang over him more like a sack
than a shirt. It was not made to entice anyone.
As Ben drew nearer to the man the
smile fell from his lips and he could see fear begin to form in those blue
eyes. Ben slowed his quick stride. He felt the sorrow in his heart as he
realized that the little man was afraid of him. He stopped a mere foot from
him. He wanted to give the man the opportunity to flee from his side before he
said anything to him.
As he tried to form the words that
might keep the stunning man where he could look at him, he noticed that the
man's gaze was not on him but on some unseen person behind him. He slowly
turned as he felt a cold shiver creep up his spine.
A man walked slowly towards them, a
look of triumph plastered on his thin lips. He was a vampire. Ben could tell
even from here. He looked back down at the young man. His fear was almost
tangible. Before his eyes, the man began to shake.
It came suddenly to Ben that the
little man wasn't afraid of him. He was afraid of the vampire walking towards
them. He wasn't even looking at Ben. His entire being was centered on the man
coming towards them, and his body was readying itself to flee.
"Dane," the little man whispered,
terror lacing his thin voice.
An eternity from now Ben would
understand why he did what he did but for now, it was a complete mystery. He
only knew that he had to get the young man to safety, to protect him. Reaching
out he grabbed his arm and began dragging him through the crowd. The man
gasped as he was pulled along.
Ben stopped suddenly when the smarmy
looking man stepped in front of him. He felt the smaller man plow into his
back and reached around behind him to place a steadying hand on him.
"Are you claiming Stefan?" Dane
asked.
Ben suddenly realizes what he was
doing. His only thought was to save Stefan, not to claim him. His stomach
rolled just by the thought of it. He couldn't have a mate. "Why do you ask?"
Ben growled.
"Because if you do not claim him, I
will," Dane said as he stepped around Ben and reached for Stefan. "Stefan,
come," he stated triumphantly.
Ben could feel the terror filling
Stefan by the shaking in his body. "You will not!" he snarled as he stepped
between them. He didn't know why but he knew he could not let this man take
Stefan from him. "He is not your mate."
"If you do not claim him then he is
fair game for the rest of us," he says as he reached for Stefan again,
grabbing his wrist. Stefan seemed to make his body as small as possible as he
pressed up against Ben.
"Touch him and die!" snarled Ben as
he pulled Stefan from the man's grasp, wrapping an arm around Stefan's waist
and pulling him back against his larger body.
"Ben," said a strong voice behind
him, "what goes on here?"
Ben turned towards the voice,
knowing it was his alpha. "Nothing goes on here, Daniel."
The man beside him sputtered,
"That's not true, Alpha Nash. This man is refusing my claim on Stefan."
Alpha Daniel Nash looks over at the
arm that Ben had wrapped around the waist of the cowering man. "Ben, if you do
not claim this man than you must give him up to he who will."
Ben's body went stiff at his alpha's
words. He didn't want to claim Stefan. He always believed that he would spend
his life alone. Then he heard a small whimper come from the frightened man
pressed against him. He knew his choices were gone.
"Then I claim him."
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