"Like that!"
He just continued to watch me like a predator watching its prey, and I did not like feeling like the prey.
"Just let me go," I said.
"I can't ..."
"Why?!" I asked. "I am really not that interesting. Trust me. You can find funnier people or sexier or more interesting people. Just. Let. Me. Go."
"Lara," he said making my body heat up in an instant, just from hearing him say my name with his dark and ... well, I hated to admit it but sexy voice. "You have caught my interest. Why do you think that is?"
"I don't know. Half-bloods are a rare thing. Maybe a conquest thing or did you make a bet with someone?"
He slowly shook his head while smiling.
"No bet."
"Then I don't know."
"Think," he said. "Why do you think you have a hybrid suddenly wanting you so much, that he can barely keep away from you? If it wasn't because you have made it quite clear that you wanted me far away, I would have had you naked right now, straddling me and my cock deep inside of you, fucking you till you screamed my name and that would just be the beginning of the evening."
His what was in my what? I was doing ... what? I felt my cheeks heat and I found it hard to look at him yet couldn't look away because I was so shocked by his words. I tried opening my mouth to speak, but had no words, and he could see it clearly. The smug smile only got bigger.
"You are my mate, Lara, and I am going to make youmine."
Chapter 7
-Lara-
He was going to make me his? No, that wasn't the part I should be focusing on. He called me his mate. His mate! Not in the history of the supernaturals, had there ever been a union between a half-blood and a hybrid. Usually, it was always hybrids, on rare occasions really powerful vampires or werewolves, and I understood, that now that there were only male hybrids left, they had to go search for something else but it made no sense that that would be a half-blood. It was like an evil joke made by the Goddess.Really, I thought mockingly. It had to be a joke, right?
A union between a hybrid and a half-blood ... it was just ... wrong in so many ways! First of all, he would live much longer than I would. While werewolves did have the same lifespan as humans, they stayed young and beautiful until the last few years up until their death, while vampires could live up to a thousand years. Those two powerful genes combined would make sure he lived to at least a thousand. I had ... a little over sixty left if I was lucky, and while I would stay a lot younger and more beautiful than humans when I got old, I would still turn wrinklier than werewolves.
Second of all, no one would support a union like this. I brought nothing to the table. Absolutely nothing. I was hated more than humans were. This would not be accepted by the council or anyone else out there. This bond between us, if he really spoke the truth, would only bring troubles.
And third, I wanted nothing to do with him. Even if we were mates. I tried living my life peacefully and without any troubles, which easily followed a half-blood. So, it was a big fat NO.
"No," I said and crossed my arms.
"No to?"
"To it all! I do not want to be your mate and I do not want you to make me yours," I said and lifted my chin.
A low and dangerously growl came from him and when I turned to look at him, his dark eyes somehow seemed to have gotten darker, and it was like something swirled around in them. I didn't like it and felt a weird need to bow my head, but I fought the instinct and kept my head high.
"Are you rejecting me, little wolf?"
His voice ... it sounded ... animalistic. Like he was growling his word from the back of his throat, and I was unsure if I had even heard what he said. Maybe my mind was making up things or maybe it was telling me exactly what I had to do. Rejecting him ... Wasn't that exactly what I should be doing?
"And if I am?" I asked.
The leather in the chair suddenly creaked and there was a strange tearing sound. It was then I noticed how his nails had changed and were running through the dark leather that now had long scratch marks along the armrests.
Shit ...
Had I taken things too far? You didn't piss off a hybrid if you valued your life, and it was clear that I had pissed him off.
Slowly he rose from his chair, standing at his full height, and while my legs were already shaking just from the dark look, he was giving me, I refused to bow and kept my head high, my arms protectively crossed in front of me and my back straight. What could he do to me that hadn't been done already?