LVII ||| His Puss-In-Boots Look

This is getting complicate. We have no self control!"

I blushed at his words, "Said the one who jumped on me," I played as we got dressed again, after he fucked me hard against the bookshelf, which made lots of books fall down. "You can't keep your hands off me."

His turquoise eyes shone with mischievousness, "I mean, I could, but why would I want to? You're too irresistible, not my fault. Provoking me like that, tsk, you have no desire to keep your little hands from my body either, do you?"

"Why would I want to?" I winked. "But seriously, are we just kind of different, or what? Because how can we have so much energy? Every time we consume everything, but after one little trigger it's all lightening and thunder and electricity again. I can't even feel my soreness again, but I'm sure I'm sore," I pointed at his hip, "that made sure of it."

"Might be your healing abilities," he rolled his eyes, blushing. "And until when will you keep bringing up how huge I am?"

"But you are frighteningly big, Oli. Like, for real," I looked down at myself. "I still have no idea how I took all that in me."

The bastard burst out laughing, "You're impossible."

"No, no, you are. How tall are you even?"

"2.09m. I have good genes," he brushed it away.

"You're one centimeter from 2.10 meters tall, Oliver. That's absurd!"

But that only seemed to amuse him, "You're what? 1.40m?"

I glared at him and punched him hard, "Ha, ha, ha, you're so bloody funny. You know I'm not a dwarf, right? And I'm 1.67m. From all I know that is a average female height, so, I'm not necessarily short. You are just bizarrely tall."

"You are attracted to my height!" He pointed matter-of-factly.

Looking away, I put on my earrings, "It can't be helped. But you better not call me short again, or I'll throw black water on you like I did on your little cotton candy baby blue haired vampire friend. And you had a soft taste of it in the gallery." I looked at his fancy outfit, "You don't want me to dirty your pompous luxury clothes with it, do you?"

Oliver flinched, "Absolutely not, thank you. Once was enough." But before I could get my iPad, he took me by my arm, making me hit his chest again, and that smug face of his made me gulp, "I have a question."

"I'll answer it if I feel like it, hit me," I tilted my head.

And can you believe he smacked my arse? "I'll be doing this all again." But when I was going to curse him, he stole me a kiss to shut me up and I melted, of course, I did. "So, when we met in the hall, you ran from me, which ended up in me chasing you, and we fought."

I looked up at his turquoise eyes, "I remember it very vividly. As you can remember, it hasn't be that long. And you still annoys me."

"It's on purpose," he grinned. "What I'm curious about is: You ran from me when I tried to touch your face. Did you felt like I could be your mate? Was that why you freaked out?"

How embarrassing seeing it now, "Yes. I don't know how, but the second you looked at me, I had feeling that something would snap if you touched my skin. Ended up being useless though," I made a sign for how I was being held by him.

"True. It only made me want to touch you more."

"The plan was to stay away, but then you mocked me, that pissed me so bloody much that I ignored everything else. You know my temper."

A nod, "Now I do, yes. You're deliciously addicting, Hel," he said under his breath, lowering his body and pressing our lips together. Hands holding my cheeks softly, while I held onto his neck on the tip of my toes.

It felt good. Better than good actually, it felt spectacular. It made me aware of our deep connection, of everything we've done, of everything overall. Just as it made me want to save him from danger even more, but I kept it quiet, not wanting to see his hurt eyes again. Not wanting to touch a topic that will hurt him. We can deal with this later, I've already told him I'm not giving up, so let's just enjoy this as it is.

But before I could jump on him and lock my legs around him and we end up doing it all again, I stopped the kiss. When I broke contact, his eyes were blood red, a signal that like me, he was also on the edge.

"Hm?"

"If we keep this up, we are never getting out of here, Oli. We'll be kissing, and biting, and doing all again, and again, and again."

He frowned softly, "What's the problem with that?"

I chuckled, "Oliver, I'm not going anywhere yet. It's 7 pm, I can freeze time at night and we can have as much of this insanely delicious sex as we want. But not now. We've been doing it for hours non-stop, our mind will get too used to it, Oli. Days if we count how time work when I'm controlling it," I caressed his hair and slowly his eyes got back to turquoise, his hands on my waist in a tight grip.

"Insanely delicious sex?" He grinned, nuzzling his nose on mine.

He's impossible. "Seriously, I can't get badly used to doing this all the time, Oli. There's things I need to do with urgency, and they are not going to do themselves."

To my dismay, he gave me a puss-in-boots look, pouting his soft and swollen now red full lips at me, in a way that took the breath away from me. I'm so bloody screwed with this vampire, this bastard knows exactly what to do to make me wave on my decisions. "Badly used?" He asked. "How is this bad? What can we do better than this?"

Annoyed, I punched his hard chest with both my hands, "Why do you do this to me? Stop looking so bloody sexy and irresistible all the time, or giving me those naughty panty-dropping looks, or those smiles with your beauty signs," I groaned. "It's not fair."

Suddenly a feral grin took over his lips, "Everything is fair in love and war, beautiful. Besides I've never said I wouldn't play dirty to get you all for myself, Hel. I told you, I know how you can't resist me."

"Arsehole. You're an arsehole, vampire, you know that? I knew you were trouble when you walked in that hall," I kissed him hard one more time, pressing myself on him. "Shame on me now," I clicked my tongue and when he smiled over my lips, I felt like melting again.

He gave me that I-know-what-you-did look and caressed my cheek, "Did you just quote one of Taylor Swift's songs, beautiful?"

"She's a Queen, alright? And it suits us."

Oliver took my hand and kissed my hand, "No, you're a Queen!"

His smarty words made me chuckled, "Bloody damn straight, I am. But please, let me breathe anything but you for a bit. You're no good for my health. Keep making me want to throw work aside, and I never do that."

"Let me help then," he played with one of my curls. "I'm still the top 1 in Belladonna. If there's some work to do, I'll help you. As soon as we finish, we can come back to bed and I can try harder to make you fall hard in love with me… and fall hard on my sword," he winked shamelessly.

I slapped his shoulder, "Oliver!" I gasped.

"What? I'm always honest with you," he flashed a grin. "Though you have a hard time believing that, like when I called you beautiful, and you freaked out probably thinking I was mocking you. Which was so not the bloody case," he whispered, turquoise eyes on me. "And I'm very honest with what I want, I've always been. All I want is you, and I'll work hard on getting you entirely for me, fully with body, soul, and heart, because I know our happy-ever-after won't come so easily. Honesty is my way, I know you have a weak spot for it."

Jack was right, Oliver knows what he's doing, he knows what he wants, and he's going to do everything he can to get it. What he wants is me, and he will give me a hard a fight on this mating bond staying. Now, not falling in love with him is getting pretty much impossible, because he's already making me feel all these things I've never did. And he's making me feel good with myself.

So, I did what I could after all he said. I straight up changed the whole bloody topic, because there's no way I'm winning on that. "Oli, Mia gave me more than a million ancient books from the time of the war, and she told me I would get all the answers I need there. She kept it sacredly guarded and never allowed anyone to read them, but me, as they are for me. And she's also the one who wrote them because she's that old," and he giggled when I said that.

When he noticed I was staring at him, he blushed, "What?"

"Nothing. Just watching you laugh," I smiled when I noticed the blush on his cheeks getting redder. "We might find the location of grandpa's body on those books, and consequently, the crown. However, I don't think you will be able to help me, Oli, because it's all in Pangean, which I thankfully managed to learn. And there's a spell in the books that make it impossible for me to make notes of it in any other language but Pangean. Which I have to do, because it's too much information and I need to remember the most important points, even though everything is very bloody important," sigh. "It'll take some time because there's a lot of books and they are all thick and big."

"I understand of thick and big," he did not just say that.

Slapping his chest, I glared at him, "I'm serious."

And he did get serious, caressing my hair, "You are lucky, because this mate of yours is that amazing, and happens to also speak Pangean. Did you forget who my master is?" He grinned condescendingly. "And she happens to be the writer of those books. There was no way she wouldn't teach me how to be fluent on it. In fact, I think Pangean might be her first language," he chuckled.

My jaw dropped, "You speak Pangean?"

A confident nod, "Of course, I do."

"Then you will be able to help me out. Two working on this will make so we finish sooner!" I clapped my hands together. "Maybe we might even find the aether user through this. There might have something one can do that allows you to identify them."

"Okay. I'll help you out with everything, so we can get all we need to know on all this mess of your kind, ancient war, new war, army, lost body and crown, and aether magic. But… give me one more kiss!" He pouted.

Getting on my toes again, I kissed him, but he held me tighter, all but deepening the kiss. Kissing me so intensely that he got my body all hot again. And if I hadn't snapped out of it with a growl, I would have definitely given in and jumped on his irresistible body again. But I know better, "Bloody scheming vampire!" I cursed. "Duties first."

"To me wooing you is a very important duty!"

Ugh. "Woo me later. Let's get going with this. We won't be able to end it in a day either way. Lets try reading and noting down ten books each tonight, with the help of my magic. Then I'll unfreeze time."

"Want to do it here?" Is his tower?

Bloody hell no. "We won't concentrate if we do it here or in my dorm, so, no. We'll be going to my private cabin in the Blazing Woods."

He gave me a are-you-serious-? look, "And you really think we'll be able to concentrate wherever? We can keep our hands to ourselves, for the time we focus on the books, but we'll still be holding back what we want to do. My tower and your dorm are just places where these things naturally happen, but you think we won't do something in your private cabin? Even though it's a private wooden house on the woods, that blocks us from every-bloody-one else? Come on, beautiful, you don't believe that."

"Work first, vampire. We can do that later."

"Good, because we are definitely doing it in there," he winked.

"Will you ever get tired?" Of being so bloody lustful.

"Of you? Absolutely not," then he stole me another quick kiss.