I am indebted to you. " I say flatly, seething through my teeth. "And may I ask why your fated mate would want to kill me off with Wolfskull poisoning?"
"Rejected mate" He corrects in a spiteful hiss, his hands grabs my neck tenderly and his lips cooed on my neck. Shivers ran through my spine. "Minata is wolfish enough to sense that I have marked you. Jealousy can trigger many murderous tendencies."
I face him squarely, my blood boiling "If being marked by you risks putting my life in danger " I snap, my voice laced with anger "I would prefer staying unmarked. And Alive. "
"Being marked by me entails so many other things " His hands fiddled lower to my breasts.
I swath it away aggressively "Hahaha . Very funny, playboy" I laugh without an ounce of mirth . My voice spirals "Has it occurred to you that I just narrowly escaped Death. By murder. Murder in a cup of coffee" I click my fingers emphatically and continue, a little pitch higher this time "It might interest you to know that I came here to study. Not to feature in whatsoever non human mind games between two very obviously feral non humans"
"You will lower your tone when you speak to me." Jordan is reclining very much nonchalantly on the sofa. His voice is ice. Even much colder than his glass eyes.
"Excuse you?" Disbelief waltzing into exasperation "I don't know who the fuck you think you are but to me you are just an ordinary fucker who magnetizes danger in all strides " I add spitefully "Pretty loud mouth for a cast off ex superstar."
In a flash my head hits the wall and Jordan is perched a half inch away, his hands pinning mine brutally to the wall and his face a scary shade of menace. I swallow. His fangs flash in a terrifying growl, his claws are visible now and his eyes look every inch like Death . Cold death.
"I like a temper, Mon Cherie" His fangs graze my neck. It is quite the opposite of tender "But my patience is thinning. I might be all those things but I am something more. "
"I....mmm...." My voice cracks, lost in the agonizing hold of his claws on my hands and those scythe like fangs on my neck "I....mmm"
"I am your Alpha" The scythes are gone, replaced by a claw on my face "Your king. Your lord. Your love. And you are mine. " It might look like the clawed hands are caressing my face but shit it's bruising my skin. I feel something like a little slash.
"Dude we fucked just once... " I begin, choked , confused, hurting
"And I licked your coochie in the hallway" His mouth breaths on my nose "And I will do it again. And again. And again." Another slash. "And Again. " His tongue stay on the bridge of my nose "And no one else will do that with you because all of you" One hand slide beneath my top, beneath my bra, cupping my breast in a painful squeeze "Now belongs to me".
"Great. Now sex equals possession" I flinch. Christ. What kinda mess have I gotten myself into.
"The sweet kind " His fingers slowly slide to my navel while his mouth kiss my ear "And trust me, you are never getting out."
My voice rattles "I don't know what kinda fantasies werewolves love to build, but trust me, you got the wrong girl ." I level it down a pitch. "I am human. So can we now snap out of this frenzied daydream, Mr. Alpha"
Unrattled, he whispers "I didn't get the wrong girl. I got MY girl. ".
What a really delusional psycho. I try again "You got the wrong YOUR girl. For God's sake, Jordan, I am human. As in human human. Hello taboo. "
Fingers dance slowly along the contours of my waist. His voice is a comfortable hush "Nothing is taboo until I say it is."
Pitiable delusional. My head hurts already. My patience level is snapping. And very soon. I scowl "Mercifully there are many human girls for your fantastic experiment. As I absolutely have no wish to end up like Furla. Thank you very much."
"Why don't you leave Furla in the past where she belongs " Fangs graze my skin. I stiffen.
"The past is never fully away from us" I counter painfully because one clawed finger is slashing a corner of my face. Again. I can feel something tickle down slowly.
Something liquid. Something... Blood.
"Yes" Bloody Christ. The sick fuck is licking away the blood on my face "But the present is what concerns you and I"
"Jordan .." I begin slowly but he releases me in one swift motion and I slump to the ground like a weightless sack of wheat. Getting up gratingly from my undignified landing, my fingers hurry to my face. Yes. I have a tiny cut there . Yes it has stopped bleeding. Yes the psycho is now reclining very much nonchalantly on the sofa, gazing at me with a bored half sneer, half grin.
How did I end up here. I dust my butt and face him squarely, "Thank you so much for your hospitality. Top-notch hospitality actually." My mind is an ocean of unbelief. Poisoned in the day. By a jealous she-wolf. Clawed in the night. By a sick egoistic he-wolf. I make a mental note to henceforth stick to my kind. If I survive this damned doomed day. "I think this is the point where I should take my leave. " With my sanity intact. I make a comical bow "Mr. Alpha"
Silly girl. I heard him say. Except for the fact that those lips were pressed together like bread atop butter.
"Excuse me, who you calling a silly girl" I lash out.
"Holy Moon" Jordan has a very shocked expression on his face "Did you just read my mind?"
Well now that he mentioned it, I think I just did. The shock settles on me at the realization. Wait wait wait. What the fuck just happened. Breathe, Night. This cannot be happening. Did I just friggin read Jordan's mind .