XXXIV ||| Dirty Thoughts ‘Bout You

"You can't outrun me, beautiful," ugh.

As he popped up right in front of me after fading, I had to halt on my steps not to bump into his muscle chest again, feeling my personal space invaded, his cardamom with strawberry scent invading my nostrils, "Didn't I warned you not to call me that, vampire? Are you looking for a fight again at what? 7 in the morning?"

He smirked, "8 in the morning."

I frowned, "Stay away from me."

"I don't feel like it," Oliver said as he took one step closer and I did my all not to step back and show weakness.

"I don't care about what you feel!" I snapped.

But he only smiled widely, another panty-dropping, jaw-slacking smile that made me hold my breath. "We both know that's not true," he whispered, too close. Too. Damn. Close.

"I have no idea of what you are talking about," I lied.

However, my words only seemed to amuse him more, and before I could do anything about it, he held my left hand and I would have flied away with the force of the mating bond again, if the bastards hadn't held my waist with his other hand when he did it. "Shall I remind you?" This time, his tone was intense, as if he was speaking with my soul.

Desperately, I tried to push him away, but held me tighter. "M-my gloves," I said to myself, looking at my hands bare, some thin scars almost unnoticeable in display, as well as the tattoos on my palm. "My… gloves," I tried to push him away again, feeling hyperventilating, "I… I… forgot on Mia's…"

"Hey," he held me firmly in his grasp, not letting me runaway like I did yesterday. "It's okay. You're okay."

And despite all of my efforts to ignore him, my body began to calm down with his words, and I hated every damn second. I hated even more the fact that I loved it. "Back off," I said under my breath. "Don't… don't touch me, Oliver!" This time, when I pushed him again, I used twice more force and he had no choice but to step away from me. "Don't try this again."

He frowned, clearly annoyed, and my Goddess, how hot he looks when he's annoyed. Or angry for the matter. "What if I want to?"

"You can't be serious," I choked. "This," I pointed from me to him, "ain't never going to word, vampire."

"Yes, it will," he stepped closer again, determined.

I took two steps back, "No, it won't!"

"It will!"

"I won't accept it," I hissed.

"That's not how this works, Hel." Ugh, not again.

"You can't force me, Oliver," I snapped.

"I won't need to do that," he took another step forward.

I took another step back, "It won't work. You don't understand. We will never work. We know nothing about each other, absolutely nothing. And I have no desire to know anything else about you," though a part of me kind of do, desperately. But who cares about that?

"Hel, do you always lie to yourself like this?" He grinned.

My eyes widened, "What's that on your cheeks?"

Oliver blinked, confused, "What's on my cheeks?"

"Holes. Those deep holes, what's that? They weren't there when I saw you yesterday. Did you needled yourself?" And to my dismay, he giggled. Fully giggled. The most addicting sound I've ever heard in my life. And I'll never admit that to anyone, but fuck, it made me feel weird. And feeling that made me annoyed, "What's so funny?"

He tried to control himself, but his wide broad toned shoulders were still shaking with the burst of laughter that lightened his entire face, "Have you never seen dimples, babe? I mean, you have them too."

Did he just called me babe? "I have what?" Using my magic to send the things I was holding into my ring, I took my hands to my cheeks. "Is it some kind of sickness? Why do I have this?"

My words seemed to shock him even more than my initial question because his turquoise eyes narrowed in confusion, "Dimples are like a birth mark, babe. It's a physical characteristic you are born with. Some people even get cheek piercings to get them. It's a beauty sign."

"Mine is broken then," I said bluntly and he gasped. "Yours on the other hand," I said before I could control myself, and covered my mouth.

But it was too late, he was already grinning with cheer amusement before I could covered my mouth to keep it shut. "No need to hold yourself, babe, you can speak your mind. I know I'm good-looking."

I couldn't help rolling my eyes, "Egocentric much?"

"Not egocentric, self conscious," he winked, and his dimples came into view when he grinned, making him look even more irresistible. "And for your concern, I was not lying or mocking you when I call you beautiful, Hel. To me, you really are beautiful. It's actually a pity that you don't seem to see that too."

Stiffening up, I clenched my jaw, "You only think you feel that way but it's a fake perception caused by this… this…"

"Mating bond?" He bait his long eyelashes, making it all too real. "No, it is not. You know why? Because from the second I laid my eyes on you on that hall, I thought you was breathtakingly gorgeous. And that's all because I'm trying to avoid saying the words that actually fit that better."

I raised my eyebrows, "What words?"

This time his turquoise eyes turned ruby red, and only when that happened I wondered if I made the wrong question, because he suddenly felt all too predatory, in the most attractive way possible. "Enchanting," he took a step closer and I stood my ground, "hypnotizing," another one, "sexy, infuriatingly hot," another, "sensual," then he was almost touching me again, his breath brushing my own. "Appetizing," he licked his fangs and I gulped, unable to back away.

"You wouldn't like the taste of my blood," I blurted it out.

He came even closer, using his telekinesis to make me float enough to be on the same height as him, "Like? I'm sure I would be addicted to it!" He whispered too close. "In fact, I'm afraid I'll love it so much, that it'll feel impossible to let go of you."

Shit. What am I even supposed to say to that? My body is burning up, "Maybe, but you definitely wouldn't enjoy, mine on you," I said in pure impulse, going with whatever this game we are playing is, licking my fangs and looking from his neck to his lips, to his eyes again.

And to my dismay, he took advantage of it, bringing his big hands go my waist again, pressing my body to his, "If it's you, I don't think I'd hate it at all, Hel."

"My poison is stronger than you can think, Oliver," I whispered.

His eyes shone with interest, "I'm immune to it!"

"You don't know that," I dated to touch the dark waves of his hair, and fuck, I've never thought anyone could have hair this smooth.

"I do," he whispered, nuzzling his nose on mine, way too close. "I am immune to you, and you are to me, because we are mates. You can't hurt me and neither can I hurt you."

That was the switch off to reality. Clenching my jaw, I used my telekinesis to push him away, and put my feet on the ground again, "Why did you have to remember me of that?" I scoffed. "But don't worry, that won't be for long!"

His entire body tensed up on alert, "It's unbreakable, Hel!"

"Nothing is unbreakable," even if it is, I'll create a way. I have to.

"Yes, it is. The only thing that can break it is death. Neither of us is going die, so, fighting is useless," oh, he's pissed.

But so am I. "No fight is useless. Nothing is impossible."

"But it is," he growled annoyed. "And even if there was a way, I would never agree on it. Never!"

"You don't know what you're saying," I snapped.

"You don't get to tell me what I know it not," he snapped back.

Clenching my fists, I glared at him I fury, "I will not let this go."

"The more you fight, the harder will be for you. We are tied to each other, you like it or not," he hissed. "I don't know why you are so adamant in not accepting this, but you better understand you're the only one. I've been waiting for this my whole life, and now that I have you, I will not let you escape from me, Wilhelmina Rosalind Miralanthor!"

What the hell? "You do not have me."

"Oh, but I do."

"Excuse me?" I glared at him, wanting to slice him to pieces. "I am not yours, Oliver-Sean Montgomery Strauss-Khan!"

He grinned widely, but his eyes were still blood red, "You are."

"No. I am not!"

"You are mine, and I am yours. You have no way to run from this!" How can he say that? "And you can glare at me as much as you want you, mate, it'll only make me want you more. But don't worry, I will only do something to you, when you want me to."

My eyes widened, "You will die waiting."

"First, we're both immortals. Secondly, stop lying to yourself."

"I'm not lying to myself, you bloody fucker," I yelled angry.

"Yes, you are. You want me already, and we both know it!"