away and resumed her
search, face flaming.
A squeal of triumph came
from her mouth as she opened the bottom drawer of my desk and
brought out a spare button-down shirt that I’d left there. Oh . She was
leaving.
I crossed my arms over my chest,
planting myself firmly in front of the exit as she put the large
shirt on. She refused to look at me, so when she moved to leave,
her surprise was evident: she hadn’t expected me to be in her
way.
“ Please move,” she
whispered, eyes trained elsewhere. I clenched my jaw and grabbed
her face with both hands to force her to look at me. She struggled,
but gave in after a moment; she knew she wasn’t strong enough to
fight me. “What?” she asked, her voice desperate.
My eyes wandered down to the multiple
bite marks on her neck, and I sighed. Apparently I’d done something
wrong again. “Why won’t you stay?”
Elyssa’s response was muttered, so I
couldn’t understand her. I tightened my grip and she winced. “I’m a
whore,” she breathed, eyes glazed over with tears. Instantly, I
felt. Not for what we did – Lord knew I could never regret that –
but that she regretted it.
“ You’re not,” I said
simply, releasing her. I left the office, following the trail of
clothing numbly until I came across my jeans; I put them on. I was
a monster. Who else would take advantage of their dead brother’s
Mate while she was emotionally defenseless? “Only me,” I
whispered.
I barely heard Elyssa’s soft request
that I repeat myself before I slipped into the cell to clean up the
dead human’s body. Elyssa left soon after, leaving nothing behind
but a pair of panties that she clearly couldn’t find.
Dmitri
“What is your problem?!”
Ollie yelled at me. I held my face in my hands, sighing deeply. She
was shouting at me again, something that had become very common
since Reid’s death. She wanted sex. I wasn’t in the mood for it. It
was like she was
the man of the relationship, bitching to his wife about not getting
enough nookie.
“Olivia,” I said. The tone I used told
her I wasn’t playing games. “You can’t force me to have sex when I
don’t want to. Don’t you know that’s called rape?” My tone morphed
into one which I would use with a child, and when I looked up to
meet Ollie’s gaze, anger flashed through her electric-green
eyes.
"You shouldn't speak to
your Mate that way, Dmitri," she told me with a huff. She didn't
pout, which surprised me, but she looked moments away from breaking
into tears. Over me not wanting sex. That was absurd. "Olivia, grow
up a little," I told her. My tone showed that I wasn't playing
around, but she still thought it wise to bare her fangs at me and
hiss. I mimicked the action back to her and she
flinched.
"I will not be bullied into
doing something I don't feel like doing right now," I said. My
voice was thick because of the fangs, but the message came across
clear to her.
"Dmitri," Ollie began,
whining. "I just want to spend time with my beloved Mate." She
moved forward, hands outstretched toward me. I stepped out of her
reach, glaring down at her.
"Having sex isn't the only
way for couples to spend time together, Olivia," I told her coolly,
rendering myself invisible and leaving the room.
It was less of a shouting
match then it had been as of late, and I was thankful for that; I
wasn't entirely sure I could handle too many more of those without
either killing her or making her decide that she didn't want to be
my Mate anymore.
Neither of those options
seemed too bad at that moment in time.
Wandering the castle. It
seemed that was all anyone ever did nowadays. Even Zeke had been
wandering, the day that Elyssa had come to me with her fists. That
attack had wound up with me training her on how to defend herself,
as well as to inflict a little damage on her opponent.
Still, roaming the castle
became less and less appealing as time passed, and I sighed. Here I
was once more, though, wandering aimlessly, hiding
search, face flaming.
A squeal of triumph came
from her mouth as she opened the bottom drawer of my desk and
brought out a spare button-down shirt that I’d left there. Oh . She was
leaving.
I crossed my arms over my chest,
planting myself firmly in front of the exit as she put the large
shirt on. She refused to look at me, so when she moved to leave,
her surprise was evident: she hadn’t expected me to be in her
way.
“ Please move,” she
whispered, eyes trained elsewhere. I clenched my jaw and grabbed
her face with both hands to force her to look at me. She struggled,
but gave in after a moment; she knew she wasn’t strong enough to
fight me. “What?” she asked, her voice desperate.
My eyes wandered down to the multiple
bite marks on her neck, and I sighed. Apparently I’d done something
wrong again. “Why won’t you stay?”
Elyssa’s response was muttered, so I
couldn’t understand her. I tightened my grip and she winced. “I’m a
whore,” she breathed, eyes glazed over with tears. Instantly, I
felt. Not for what we did – Lord knew I could never regret that –
but that she regretted it.
“ You’re not,” I said
simply, releasing her. I left the office, following the trail of
clothing numbly until I came across my jeans; I put them on. I was
a monster. Who else would take advantage of their dead brother’s
Mate while she was emotionally defenseless? “Only me,” I
whispered.
I barely heard Elyssa’s soft request
that I repeat myself before I slipped into the cell to clean up the
dead human’s body. Elyssa left soon after, leaving nothing behind
but a pair of panties that she clearly couldn’t find.
Dmitri
“What is your problem?!”
Ollie yelled at me. I held my face in my hands, sighing deeply. She
was shouting at me again, something that had become very common
since Reid’s death. She wanted sex. I wasn’t in the mood for it. It
was like she was
the man of the relationship, bitching to his wife about not getting
enough nookie.
“Olivia,” I said. The tone I used told
her I wasn’t playing games. “You can’t force me to have sex when I
don’t want to. Don’t you know that’s called rape?” My tone morphed
into one which I would use with a child, and when I looked up to
meet Ollie’s gaze, anger flashed through her electric-green
eyes.
"You shouldn't speak to
your Mate that way, Dmitri," she told me with a huff. She didn't
pout, which surprised me, but she looked moments away from breaking
into tears. Over me not wanting sex. That was absurd. "Olivia, grow
up a little," I told her. My tone showed that I wasn't playing
around, but she still thought it wise to bare her fangs at me and
hiss. I mimicked the action back to her and she
flinched.
"I will not be bullied into
doing something I don't feel like doing right now," I said. My
voice was thick because of the fangs, but the message came across
clear to her.
"Dmitri," Ollie began,
whining. "I just want to spend time with my beloved Mate." She
moved forward, hands outstretched toward me. I stepped out of her
reach, glaring down at her.
"Having sex isn't the only
way for couples to spend time together, Olivia," I told her coolly,
rendering myself invisible and leaving the room.
It was less of a shouting
match then it had been as of late, and I was thankful for that; I
wasn't entirely sure I could handle too many more of those without
either killing her or making her decide that she didn't want to be
my Mate anymore.
Neither of those options
seemed too bad at that moment in time.
Wandering the castle. It
seemed that was all anyone ever did nowadays. Even Zeke had been
wandering, the day that Elyssa had come to me with her fists. That
attack had wound up with me training her on how to defend herself,
as well as to inflict a little damage on her opponent.
Still, roaming the castle
became less and less appealing as time passed, and I sighed. Here I
was once more, though, wandering aimlessly, hiding
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