"Don't ever call anyone like that again," Oli groaned, holding me.
As I ended up forgetting to put up the time magic, we ended doing it until midnight, which made me break my word of not spending the night with him today. Let's blame the incubus kid for that. I put the time magic up the second I noticed time passed because I forgot, and we kept doing it until I was able to think again. I never thought their breath was this powerful or is because we are still in the mating frenzy?
"I was just doing to piss you off," I held him tighter by his waist, my head on his chest, inhaling his strawberry and cardamom scent.
"Don't do that again. Especially when you haven't called me that," he whispered annoyed, playing with my hair. "And don't call those kids pretty again, only our friends are tolerable for me. I got as annoyed as you did when I called the fairy that."
The memory made me growl, "Well, don't do that either."
"I'm glad you're jealous though. You've been cold on that until now, I was getting annoyed because I was the only one jealous."
"I told you I'm just better at hiding it," I mumbled.
"Oh, yeah? You killed the girl horribly because she was a fairy and it reminded you of the other one, whom I called that. You only killed her like that because your were jealous. I dare to say you may hide it better, but you have no control over it. It was amazing, I felt cherished!"
Chuckling, I pinched his waist, "Arsehole."
"We both are. But really, babe, you were brutal," Oli grinned.
"It was easy since they won't really die," I rolled my shoulders. "I don't know if I would be able to do all that, the way I did, if they would all actually die. I mean, maybe some of them," I thought about the perverts.
He tensed up, "I had no idea they talked about you like that, Hel. I'm sorry. For you and the other kids."
Sigh, "I got my revenge. I knew people would talk, but listening to those bastards annoyed the hell out of me. Made my blood boil. Disgusting, they are disgusting and all pieces of shite."
"I wanted to kill them when I heard what you said. Cosmos did too. But you killed them so beautifully," he groaned viciously. "We know you can handle yourself better than anyone, but the urge to do something against those who wronged you is strong. Now, if there was anyone who was still foolishly underestimating you, I doubt they will do such thing after that display of power you did back there."
When I felt my body burn for his again, I turned to him. Noticing the flame in my eyes, he sat down with his back to the headboard and helped me sit on him again.
{"Hungry, love?"}
Too much. "Hungry is an understatement," I whispered and offered my neck for him. "I promised you a proper meal, babe. Come, drink from me again. I need your fangs on me. I need all of you in me."
"You should think about how much you want me before going with your insanity of break us," he provoked before closing his mouth around my neck and giving me what I asked. Before taking what he was craving for just as much as I was. {"I'm addicted to you blood, Hel."}
Then drink. Drink as much you want.
Pressing his head further on my neck, his hands still on my arse, I began to move my hips over him, riding him as if it was my last day alive.
{"I love you."}
I love myself too.
✵ 𖣔 ✵
Leave Before You Love Me by Marshmello ft. Jonas Brothers was playing on my Spotify playlist as I danced around the kitchen, only with his shirt on and dark green panties underneath, making so my breasts bounced softly as I moved. All while making some spicy cheese sandwiches for me and what Bell called blood pancakes for Oli, though I don't know if I would call it that. He was in the living room reading some books and making notes of it, since he didn't do that yesterday give how we end up.
"Pretty late for that, beautiful," he purred as he leaned on the door frame, arms crossed, crooked grin on his sensual lips, ruby eyes on me.
I blinked, "For what?"
"For me to leave before I love you. Too fucking late," Oli grinned and came closer, holding me up and sitting me over the small kitchen island top, stopping in the middle of my open legs, body towering me and leaning in. "Why do you smell like blood?"
"Oh? I do? I was cooking. So, I made a cut to get my blood for it. No worries though, super insane healing. No signs of the cut left."
{"Cooking with blood?"} "Why are you using blood?"
"For you, what else? I eat normal food, but you don't. So, I got a few recipes to make foods out of blood for vampires, with Bell. She said the key is to use the person's favorite blood for it," I pointed at my neck. "I happen to have your favorite blood, so, I used it."
His surprise was genuine and I felt it in me. "The recipes you asked her were for me? For you to… cook for me?"
A nod, "Of course. Why else would I need vampire food for? Plus, you usually cook for me, and I was getting annoyed that only you were doing it. I want to cook something for you too. Blood food it is."
{"Beautiful…"} Beaming, he leaned closer and kissed me softly.
"It's nothing much."
He gave a you-know-it-is look, "It is a lot. Most don't care about the fact that vampire food exist and simply act as we could only solely eat, drink in the case, blood."
I played with his hair, "You are my mate, I'm not most people."
His shone with hope and I gulped, "Does that mean…?"
"It means that I'm keeping my promise of doing this for as long as it lasts," I narrowed my eyes, going for the safe answer, and he growled with annoyance, which made me laugh. "What? I told you we'll only talk after the final match, before the ball. Don't try to be smart, I'm not saying a word about what I've decided."
"Why? It's hurting me like the hell of it, you can feel that, right?"
Of course, I can fucking feel it. "I know, but I don't want say it now and I also don't want this to mess up with our match. You need to be angry."
Oli tightened his grip around my waist, "Does that mean I won't be angry after you tell me?" {"Is that you saying you won't break it anymore? Because if yes, I can totally fucking wait."}
"You will either be bloody fucking sad or bloody fucking happy. I don't think you will be angry," he scowled at my words, and I chuckled.
"You are an evil one, Wilhelmina. Torturing me like this."
But when he was going to push me away, I locked him in with my legs and with my arms around his waist. "No. You're not going anywhere, we won't talk about that, but I feel like talking about how fucked we are," I stared up at him and his pouting cute face. "You look adorable."
He tried to get free of my grip but I held him tight, "Let me go."
"Not happening."
"You are delaying my suffering. I don't like it. I don't like it at all."
Sigh, "My pride makes me act like a bitch. Can't be helped."
Oli arched an annoyed eyebrow at me, "I love you. That it why it's hurting me. Because I love you too bloody damn much," he held my face with both his cheeks, staring at me with anger in his ruby eyes. "I love you and you keep fighting against this. I love you and you in insist in doing this. I want reassurance, Wilhelmina. I want a promise. I want to know I'm not going have my heart broken and thrown away. I want your love and I want you to own it," his words were serious but so full anger and love that I felt my body shake.
"I made you a promise. You just don't know yet," it was all I said.
Clenching his jaw, he closed his eyes, fighting against all of his emotions. "Fine. I love you. I'll wait until the damn fucking match to end. So, we better end it fucking quick, because I can't handle this madness. But if you fall to your fucking senses and listen to me, and stay with me, you better be serious about this. You better be absolutely fucking honest with me, no games allowed. You better tell me how you feel. You better come into this with no reservations. You better open up entirely and give yourself to me like I'm giving myself to you," when he opened his eyes again, they were a darker shade of red, so dark that was nearing black. "I deserve that after the torture you putting me through. Are we understood?"
And he glared at me until I got my footing again, "Understood," my voice came out a whisper and when he pressed his lips on mine, I pressed mine onto his back.