He scowled bitterly and I felt sick with myself.
"It's literally the same situation as your mom and Russell were in. It's still the same fucking bloody bitch that's been causing you to break us, the same way she caused her son to want to break his bond with you mom. He gave in to fear, abandoned her when she needed because he definitely did not listened to her, and thought he was saving her. Where did that end up? Your mom alone with you, without her mate when she most needed him and we both know how that did not end well."
"I'm trying to make you see that together we are stronger, that together we will get through this, that if we are together they won't stand a chance, they won't be able to harm us. You refuse to listen to me, you don't consider my words, you only see your side, and you keep hurting me even if this is you trying to help. So, please, don't help. Not if this is your way. I don't like it, I don't agree with it, I hate it, and I will not accept it. Even If there was a way, which is not the case, both of us would need to agree with it, for it to happen. Do you really think I would ever do that?"
"If you did, you better take a better look at your mate, love, because I would never agree with it. Meaning: your efforts are in vain, it will never work, you are stuck with me forever. I am not dying, I am not letting you die either, thus, stuck forever and for as long as we live, which is a lot. So, you better get your shite together, accept that I'm your endgame, that you are mine, that we're never breaking up, and that you love me even if you helplessly try to say you don't, or try to not think about it, or try to lie to yourself. I'll wait until you stop being a bloody coward and confess that you are helplessly in love with me, and that you've been for a while now."
"Now," he pressed my forehead on his, nuzzling his nose on mine, "can you fucking stop? Can you let go of that now? Or will you keep this up and we'll keep fighting? Will you insist in this shite until you have the truth slapped across your face by one or two of the Goddesses because you are so stupidly stubborn and can't even listen to your mate?"
He said I shouldn't talk to him about this, and now look at him!
Oli clenched his jaw, "I see. The later then. We'll keep fighting, you will keep being infuriatingly stubborn, hurting us both, until both Mia and that damn Annabelle slap on your face with the truth that our mating bond is unbreakable," he hissed.
Swallowing hard, I pressed my lips together, "Oliver."
"No. Shut up, Hel. Just shut up, and sit on my face, okay?"
I gasped, What the hell? "Sit on your face?"
{"You heard me!"} "I'm angry, but I want to you eat you. So, come here and sit on my face, but don't say anything. I'm annoyed with you."
When I froze and didn't move, he brought me closer, held onto my thighs and made me sit on him. "O-Oliver," I gasped in a huffed moan. Oh my Lady, this bastard will successfully drive me insane.
{"You will drive me insane."} He bend me and held on my arse as he moved my pussy to be right in front of his mouth. {"Being angry at you only makes me want you more fervently. To love you harder. To fuck you with more strength. To go deeper. Makes me insanely hungry for you."}
Bending me down further, I laid upside down on his chest, as he began to devour my pussy like he had never had a taste before. So, taking advantage of the position he put me in, I reached for his cock that started to grow harder and turned it to me. He can't expect me to keep my hands to myself. Either way, he got me like this.
{"What are you,"} he gasped on my pussy lips when I surrounded his cock with my long forked tongue and began to suck the fat head, not letting any drop of his pre-cum go to waste. {"I see how it is,"} he whispered on my mind and got back to ravaging himself on me.
✵ 𖣔 ✵
"Can we be civilized now?" I asked, crossing my arms over my nude chest as we got out of the bathroom, after doing three times in there.
He gave me an annoyed glare, "I am civilized!"
And I am a dragon. "When you're with me? No. No, you're not."
{"Look who's talking."} "It's the mating frenzy."
It's not me who is acting savage today. "You know you won't be able to use that excuse forever, right? You can just accept that you have no control over yourself when we are alone, and one of us is naked, or half naked, or not naked at all. You are a savage. If that word is even enough."
{"You are the same as me, Hel."} "Funny that you're talking about forever, when you have no plans on staying with me for that long. Seeing how your are so bloody adamant in breaking us," he hissed still bitter.
Ugh. Seems like we'll keep fighting over this. "Can we avoid that matter for a bit? Didn't you say you didn't want to talk about it? That I was not supposed to bring it up? So, can you stop doing that?"
{"Yes, we will."} "For now. But only for now, Wilhelmina."
I frowned, "Don't call me that."
"Well, that's what you get for making me angry." {"Deal with it."}
You are being petty, Oliver. "Fine. Call me by my name, Oliver-Sean," I growled and he frowned. "Yes. See? How amazing it feels."
{"Why is she so bloody infuriating?"}
He leaned on the door frame, his arms crossed around his chest, only dressing a pair of black Armani under-wear shorts, as he stared at me while I put on one of the lace black bras I left in here, with a matching panty that didn't left much to imagination and also marks my arse in a way I know sets him off. "Are you in a talking mood now, Oliver-Sean?" It's weird to call him like this.
{"Then don't do it."}
Stop calling me by my name and I'll stop doing the same. "Can't you speak with you mouth?" I glared up at him.
"I prefer doing other things with it," that damned crooked grin. "As you also have a better use for yours instead of spilling bullocks with it." {"A deliciously better use for it."}
My face burned and I knew it was tainted it red. Bastard. "I am serious, Oliver-Sean. We have to talk about everything he told me earlier. So, can you leave that aside for a while and be civilized with me? There are deadly matters to talk about, remember?"
Clenching his jaw, he stared down at me, "You mean about how that old dragon bitch is using your venom to create a chemical weapon?"
Finally. "Precisely, yes. And Philippa fucking Pepper Wreathers-Bloom is the one who's been handling all Meredith's samples from when she tortured me in that bloody cursed crypt of hers."
"And the fact that there's no antidote," he said matter-of-factly.
"That too," I groaned, feeling sick with the idea. "Who knows? She might have murdered entire villages with this shite by now. Just to test it out how effective making a weapon from her weapon," I pointed to me, "can be good for her plans."
Taking one of the Luis Vuitton shirts I took from his wardrobe, I put on and walked to the kitchen, he followed me, but kept his distance, still annoyed, leaning on the door frame of the kitchen. Watching me as I took out the ingredients from the fridge and cabinets to make some spicy cheese pie for myself.
"Maybe that's why Annabelle called us in there," he spoke after what seemed like an eternity of silenced minds, with no thoughts at all, from me or him. "Maybe she wants to warn you."
I clicked my tongue, "Us. She called us both."
"Yes, but she's a founding mother of your kind with the other two Goddesses, Wilhelmina. Not of mine. Mia made vampires, remember that? Annabelle made dragons. That's probably the reason why she gave that old bitch an amulet to protect her from my powers," he growled. "While both Annabelle, Mia, and the Mother whose name we don't know yet, made the winged-serpents."
When I was done, I used my green fire to cook the pie quickly, as I have no desire of waiting for it on the oven. As it reached the perfect point, I put the hot fold over a spread napkin on the table and took my plate with tableware from the cabinet. Then, I picked the whiskey we left on the fridge last night and two glasses. Only then, I sat down.
"Sit. What are you waiting for?" I glared at him still on the door.
Clicking his tongue, he sat down on my side and put the drink on both his glass in mine. {"I'm not thirsty for this, though."}