Would it be too petty if I jumped out of the balcony?
"Don't even think about jumping out of the balcony in running from me, babe, I put my people in guard in case you tried that out," Oliver said from the door, and I gasped.
Not believing he would dare to do that, I ran to the balcony, and as I looked down, I found Rio, Irene, Nevena, and River staring up at me, and when they saw that I could really try that out, they all grinned mischievously and moved their index finger in a 'not-happening-on-our-watch' way.
["He's not the smartest in here for nothing!"]
Shut up, Jack. You should be helping me find a escape.
["What about facing your problems? Sounds mature, no?"] Ugh.
Oliver: Open for me, beautiful.
Oliver: Don't worry.
Oliver: I won't bite you yet.
"Bastard," I cursed and tried to get my shit together.
Come on, I'm not a kid.
I can deal with this.
I can deal with him.
I can control myself.
After one more second dwelling on it, I swallowed my doubts and strode to the door, then unlocked it and opened the door, staring up at his eyes that were glowing red, a mischievous grin playing on his sensual lips, and when he faded inside, closed the door, and pressed me on it by holding me by my waist, towering over me, I cursed myself.
Oh, hell no, I made a mistake.
I can't deal with this.
"You really thought about jumping from the balcony instead of opening the door for me, uh?" He whispered bending over, getting too close.
Too bloody close. "Me?" I feigned innocence. "I would never."
But that only made him grin wider, "Oh, no? Really? Because Rio just sent me a text saying that you almost jumped out of it until you saw them there. Funny, no?"
I pressed my lips together, pressing my back on the door, trying to distance myself from him as much as possible, scared of what I might end up impulsively doing. "Cotton candy baby blue hair talks too bloody much. You should try cutting his tongue to see if it grows back."
"You think so?" He came dangerously closer. Eyes on mine.
"Hm," I mumbled with my lips tightly closer, scared of brushing them on his if I dared to talk as I usually do.
And by how he seemed amused, I could tell he knew bloody damn well what he's doing to me. "I wanted to take you to my tower, there we would have privacy and be able to talk about everything. But you made this so hard that I had option but to use Igor and Henrihk whom Felix has a crush on, to make him call Yumi and Savannah's group to hang out with him in his lair, so the dorm would be all ours."
Well, that's some mastermind shite. "So, Felix also has a crush on the hawk shifter?" I changed subjects. "I only knew about your underling."
"Igor is not my underling, beautiful. He's one of my sworn siblings. All Circle is, though, as you know, River is my blood-brother. They simply respect me because they see me as their leader."
I tilted my head softly, provoking him, "You are their Prince after all. Their Crowned Prince. If things work out to your bloodline as they should, you will end up ruling them. So, you are their leader regardless."
"You can rule with me," he nuzzled his nose on mine and I held my breath as if I would die by letting it out. "Be my Queen."
"I prefer to reign my Kingdom," I whispered while unconsciously caressing the Royal ring on my finger, which I still didn't get an answer for. "I don't like the idea of answering to anyone."
He licked his lips slowly, way too sensually, "We can unite them and rule together. I won't answer to you, you won't answer to me. We'll do it all together as one, not as superiors of one another. I don't want any one to be submissive to me. Definitely not you. I want an equal, Hel, and you are that to me."
His words made me freeze. I could only stare at him, at the endless pools of his ruby red eyes, that show he's as serious as he sounds. The more I stared at his eyes, the denser this thing between us became. I felt my mouth dry and I had no choice but to lick my lips, but doing that attracted his eyes to them, which attracted mine to his. And it all got more palpable.
An attraction so strong that made me feel my body heavier.
When Oliver licked his lips painfully slowly, I felt my heart beating like a drum against my ribcage, and my senses go high-aware. And when I blinked, my lips were on his, pressing hard, dying for the touch, and when our mating bond showed itself again, he held me tighter to his body not to make us fly away from each other like the first time, given the strength of it. Holding me by my waist, he carried me off the ground and made me wrap my legs around his torso, to help us out, since I'm barefoot and our height difference is not a joke.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, but couldn't hold the desire of holding his soft wavy hair. Arching my body towards his, pressed my chest on his, feeling like dying if I don't end all the distance between us. Oliver clearly was feeling the same way, because he pressed me hard between him and the wall, with one hand tight on my waist and the other on my arse.
And when he bit my bottom lip softly with his fangs and licked my blood, I gasped, putting a minimal distance between us, taking advantage to breath, "I… don't want to hurt you…" I pressed my forehead on his. "I have venom in my blood… you shouldn't…"
"I told you, beautiful, I'm immune to it," he whispered back and kissed me again, opening my lips with his to take my tongue for a dance, ravaging on me as much as I was on him.
In a second, he faded and brought us to my bed, which thankfully as all the others in here, is a Alaskan-sized bed. He sat down with me straddling his lap, and took advantage of the style of my jade corset to clip the back open so he could take it away and leave me only with the black long shirt.
"Naughty," I grinned over his lips, getting my hands under his shirt.
And oh bloody Crone bless me, he's so perfectly sculpted that it's impossible to hold back a soft moan of surprise, which he clearly loved as he smiled over my lips and did the same to me, spreading goosebumps over my entire body when his palm touched my bare skin. "I've been dying to do this," he whispered, his hands covering my entire waist.
My fangs tickled and couldn't help biting his lips softly. "Sorry."
"Hell no, I loved it," he grinned. "Why don't you try it?"
I blinked, blushing hard, "Try what?"
Oliver tilted his head softly to the side, showing the curve of his long neck, and when he saw the understanding in my eyes, he licked my blood from his swollen lips. "You can drink from me, beautiful!"
"I never did this," I gasped.
But that only seemed to amuse him more, "I'll love to be your 1st."
"What if I can't stop?" I gulped, weirdly attracted to his offer.
"Don't think too much," he whispered, bringing me closer again. "Just taste me, beautiful. You need to try at least once."
And when his pupils widened in his eyes, I felt like he was really attracted to the idea of being bitten by me, just as I am for being bitten by him. Licking my lips, I looked into his eyes once more, "Are you sure?"
Nod, "Hell yeah, babe. My blood is yours to take."
Grinning, I kissed his neck, "Don't regret this later." Then I sank my fangs on his vein and his open hands held me on a strong grip under my shirt, his slander fingers brushing over the soft sensible skin of my breasts, making me see red. I knew I could drink blood, but I've never thought I would love it this much.
With one hand on his back and other on the other side of his neck, I took a mouthful of him, then another, and another, and at each second his breath got raspier, and soft moans of pleasure together with curses left his mouth. Just like his scent, he tasted similar to strawberry but with a rich scent of cardamom to it. In fact, it felt like drinking the God's nectar.
Something inside of me, told me when to stop and when I did, I licked his blood from his skin, feeling drugged, I licked my lips as I met his eyes again, "I never thought I would say this… but fuck… you're delicious. I mean… you taste delicious," I chuckled. "Ugh, your blood is delicious."
"My turn," it was all he said before sinking his on the place my jaw meets my neck, way more experienced than me on this, given his nature, and I gasped, feeling everything else disappear except for him.