"Actually, you don't need to hold my hand, I will not run away," Meera said in small voice, because it felt a little bit awkward with Dalton held her like this, especially when they would go to the public area.
Yet, Dalton didn't hear her plea at all, he completely ignored her, which she should have expected, since this alpha seemed very fond of ignoring people around him. He could tune them off as he pleased.
Dalton took Meera to the front door, where there was a car had been waiting for them. He opened the door and ushered her into the car.
Behind the wheel, there was a young man, who Meera had never seen before, he would be their driver for today.
"We leave now," Dalton said in his usual gruffy tone, as he leaned his body and closed his eyes. He didn't intend to sightseeing with Meera or even explained anything about this pack to her.
Meanwhile, even though she was puzzled with the way Dalton treated her, she was relief that he would take her out of the bedroom and could see this pack of his.
On the other hand, the young shifter, who was sitting behind the wheel didn't make any attempt to introduce himself and focused on his job.
Meera found this situation was suffocating. The tension was real and she regretted that she agreed to go with Dalton. Sitting in the bedroom alone would be nice instead of going out with these insufferable people…
However, her opinion started to change once she watched this pack. This pack was beautiful and more advance than hers. There were five storey houses and many shops by the roadside.
In no time, Meera's attention was bewitched by the scenery that was offered before her eyes. She was amazed by how beautiful this pack was. She thought, because of the rumor about Dalton, this pack would be dreadful and gloomy.
However, none of that was right.
Aside from her own pack, she had never visited another pack, therefore it was so rare for her to witness such scene.
People was walking on the roadside, while the bright sunlight illuminated the whole place and cars filled the road. There were a lot of street lamp along the roadside and people seemed so happy.
"What is that building?" Meera asked unconsciously, because she was too excited, but when she realized she was being noisy, she bit her lips and tried not to get carried away.
However, the next thing that she felt was Dalton's hand on her shoulder, while his face was so close to hers, as he could feel his warm breath fanned on her face.
"Which building?"
His voice sent shiver down to her spine, which made Meera's throat suddenly went dry and she shuddered involuntarily, which made Dalton frowned.
"Which building?" Dalton asked again, his dark eyes looked at her with displeased for her reaction upon feeling his touch.
"That one," Meera said meekly, as she pointed at one of the buildings on her right, which almost disappeared from their sight. "The red one."
"That's an art gallery," Dalton said simply. He put one hand on her shoulder and the other on her lap, which made her squirmed uncomfortable. "Do you want to visit it?" He remembered that he saw her drawing something on her sketch book.
Meera nodded, because word didn't want to come out from her mouth, her head was slightly dizzy because all of her senses were engulfed by his masculinity scent. She couldn't say that she disliked it, but this certainly overwhelmed her.
Sensing there was something wrong with her, Dalton lowered his gaze and looked at her flushed crimson face. She looked fearful and adorable at the same time, just like how he remembered when he met her for the first time.
"Don't bite your lips," Dalton said in hoarse voice, he raised his hand and pinched her chin to pull her lip from between her teeth.
Yet, what he did next was something that he didn't plan at all.
Her rosy lips were so tempting for him to ignore and this made him crazy with the sight of her, he didn't realize it when he pressed his lips against hers and bit her bottom lip instead. She tasted heavenly and the way she moaned against him made him unable to hold himself. He wanted to take her right here and then.
Ignoring Meera's attempt to push him away, Dalton touched her plumped breast and squeezed it lightly, he remembered how delicate she was and this earned him a soft moan, which made him went spiral.
Dalton pushed Meera down a little bit harsh and made her yelped in surprised, but he swallowed all of her protest, as he pushed his tongue against her mouth, so deep, she couldn't complain anymore.
He growled deeply when Meera squirmed her body against him, as he stroke her soft thigh and made her dress crumpled on her waist. Her body flinched and tensed when his fingers brushed against her inner thigh and her wetness.
He couldn't say that he was in right mind, because at this time, he was definitely not, as he slammed the partition that separated the seat, so the young shifter couldn't see them, he didn't want anyone to see his mate's body, yet the young shifter could definitely hear how Meera moaned softly and how the alpha growled deeply.
"No… no…" Meera said breathlessly, as she tried to catch her breath, while Dalton peppered kisses on along her collarbone, down to her breast. He looked like a hungry beast, desperately wanting to find his feast.
His other hand pulled down her shirt and teased her tout nipple, which made Meera breathed raggedly. She had never imagined someone would touch her this way, but her mind had turned into into jelly for her to think straight, all she could think of right now was; she wanted more… she needed him to touch her more…
Was she crazy? Probably, because the thought that she didn't hate this mortified her, but she didn't want him to stop.