"You are the most infuriating egocentric narcissistic guy I've ever met!"
"You know, you look even hotter when you're angry," he smirked. "And did you realize it? You didn't said I was wrong, beautiful. Because not even you can lie about that."
Huff, "I. Do. Not. Want. You!"
"Liar," Oliver flashed his fangs sensually.
"If you call me a liar one more time, I swear I will-"
"What?" He came closer again. "What are you going to do?"
["I hate to break your flirting section, but I'm thirsty!"]
Snapping out of it, I glared at Jack, "We are not flirting!"
"It's not flirting, it's foreplay," Oliver had the audacity to say that to Jack, who gave him a cheshire grin.
["I like him. And I'm still thirsty!"]
"Why don't you drink my blood and die already?" I snapped.
"Can I take that offer for myself?" The bastard came dangerously closer to me again, touching my waist again. "I wouldn't mind taking the risk if it meant tasting you. You know, AB+ blood is my favorite, and all of my senses are telling me yours will taste like the nectar of Gods."
I threw a ball of air at him, making him back away, "Stop it, you bloody wanker. Ugh, you will drive me insane."
"Insanity would look hot on you, though," he countered, grinning.
["Hel, you're done for with this vampire,"] the he smirked.
Ignoring both of their words with all of my will power, I turned to Jack, "I wasn't joking when I told you I would break your wings if you keep that up, Jack. So, if you want me to take the blood for you, you better shut your smart mouth and behave!"
["Ugh, my life will be so hard with you!"]
"Don't be dramatic, you little Wolpertinger. I'll treat you well if you don't keep joking around about stuff you shouldn't!"
"What?" Oliver whispered suddenly behind me, brushing his lips on my damn ear, spreading goosebumps down my entire body. "Is he joking about us?" Us?
"There is no us, vampire. Don't be so fool of yourself!"
"Again, you didn't deny it!" He arched his eyebrows playfully.
"Damn you," cursing under my breath, I turned on my heels and headed to the communal room they all eat together, which I potential broke all the windows off yesterday. "If you want to be a useful guide, can you tell me something?"
He gave me a naughty look, "I can tell you anything."
"Do you know Agost and Nicolette Bloom?" Shall I take a better look at my dearest youngest siblings? "Prince and Princess of the Dragon Court, Meredith's grandchildren. They attend here, don't they?"
"I do happen to know them, yes. Just like everyone else. Why?"
So, they are really here. "Just curiosity. I heard a lot about them."
Oliver frowned, "From Cosmos or the Queen?"
What? Does he already knows I'm with Cosmos? Did his brother and Dimitry already tell him? "Both? Master told me I'm a better fighter than they are, and the Queen," I avoided his eyes, clenching my jaw, "told me to stay far away from them. But you know, that only makes me want to meet her oh-so-precious grandchildren even more!"
"In the yearly score of Belladonna, Agost is 4th, Nicolette is 7th," oh? He's really going to tell me?
["That's probably because he wants you."]
He's delusional. "Oh, yeah?" I licked my lips, touching my serpent ring unconsciously. "Do they take more after Russell or Philippa? Or could they take after the Queen?" That would be a nightmare.
"You know Russell and Philippa?" Is he curious?
I stopped on my track and headed to a quartz sear in the right, then summoned the sculpted corset I chose to use over this long-sleeved turtle-neck gym back shirt, made of ruby and diamond, borders in gold, and my pair of heelless high black boots. "Can you help me with this?" I pointed to the corset.
The bastard grinned mischievously, "Of course."
Ignoring the whirlwinds his grin was causing on my belly, I turned around and put the corset over the shirt. "Tie it tight, it'll fit just right."
"As you wish."
But when his voice brushed on the back of my head, it had gone down five octaves deep, and when he used a too much strength on the silk lace, making me tilt on my steps and get even closer to him, this suddenly felt like a terrible idea.
It's like giving candy to a wolf and expecting it to give it back to me after I felt like eating it instead. Like playing with purple fire and not wanting to get burned from it. "You don't need to go so hard," I whispered.
"I always go hard, Hel," he whispered, but there was definitely a second intention on his words. A very filthy naughty and dirty one. Unable to speak, I sucked on my cheeks, thankful that my back was to him. When he was done, he pressed my waist a tiny bit.
And I couldn't hold it, "What's with you and my waist?"
He let out a low and raspy chuckle, "Do you really want to know?"
What? "I asked you, didn't I?"
But the bastard turned me around to him, as if he couldn't just say it with my back to him, and held my chin high for me to meet his bloody red eyes, that were screaming 'danger' is a delicious way. His touch on my bare skin making both of us all too conscious of the mating bond binding us to one another. Though the bastard didn't seem bothered at all.
Ugh. What's wrong with me? I mean, in a horrifying way.
["Horrifyingly delicious then?"] Let's ignore him.
"Are you really ingenious or are you messing with me, Hel?"
Why is he looking at me like this? "I don't know what you mean."
"Messing with me then," he grinned. "Little liar."
I blinked, "Oh, no. I'm not playing right now. I mean, yes, I do like to annoy you. To annoy everybody is my born-with gift. But I'm just going with the flow," and I don't even know why I'm saying this to him, when all I want is to stay away. "If you didn't understand it yet, I'm not used to being near anyone, like, ever. It's my first time."
"I enjoy the idea of being your first quite a lot," he pressed his hands on my waist again. "I'm intensely attracted to tiny waists, I've always been, and you happen to have the tiniest I've ever seen. Not just that, as you seem to only use clothes that highlight it, which makes you even hotter in my eyes. And every time I see it, makes me want to wrap my hands around it. Makes me want to do a whole lot more than that," he brushed his thumb on my bottom lip.
"I still don't get it, but everyone has their preferences," I rolled my shoulders. "But you better not be condescending enough to think that I'll use corsets just to provoke you, vampire. It's part of my style, and it's also my favorite piece to dress, so control yours thoughts."
Oliver grinned amused, "I can't wait to see you in them then."
"Ugh," I pushed him away and sat down, taking of my gym shoes to put my boots on. "Stop flirting with me. It's infuriating."
"Impossible, I enjoy making you blush quite a lot!"
Lustful bastard. "I do not blush!"
That made him scoff, "Oh no, you only turn strawberry red!" Then, to my dismay, Oliver-Sean Montgomery Strauss-Khan, the strongest guy in Belladonna, got on his knees in front of me. "Let me help you with this."
"Princes shouldn't get on their knees," I gasped exasperated, and too annoyed with the act. "Get up. I can do this alone."
"I know you can, but I want to help," then, he held my feet gently, too bloody gently, and put on my boot, then he laced it, and turned to the other, and I couldn't help but to gawk at him in dismay. That is, until he looked up at me, caught me gawking and shot me a grin. "Besides, I'm not kneeling to just anyone, Hel."
Shite.
I really need to break this damn bond or he'll drive me insane. I can not let Oliver make me change my mind, because no matter how enchanting and sexy and powerful and hot and attractive he is, he'll end up dying if I let this go. The second Meredith gets word of this, he'll be in danger.
Ugh, I hate this.
But I can't let him die. Even if this could work out. Even if we could make it work, it can't happen. I lost my mom for her, I can't let her take him too, so breaking the bond will be the best for us both.
I need to believe that. I can't change my mind. It's for his own good.