Gabriel certainly liked to talk, but if he enjoyed having legs to walk on, then he had got to learn to keep his mouth shut because he was not about to try using his very practiced skills in flirting with my mate. I would make it very painful for him if he tried even touching her. I could see how nervous Lara got when it was just her and me. She looked ready to follow the others, but she had to learn, that being around me was the safest place she could be. She just had to get a little more comfortable here and around me, and she would quickly realize that.
"You are supposed to eat it," I said, as I saw her poke the food that I had just served her again.
"Maybe I am done," she said and leaned back in her seat crossing her arms.
Always trying to fight me, I thought. I really should just have pulled her from her seat and over my knee, so she could learn not to be so difficult. She needed to eat. She had barely eaten anything, except breakfast, and I couldn't allow my mate to go hungry. That was just unforgivable. Only mates who were nothing but scum didn't take care of their little female.
"Fine, you want to act difficult?" I asked.
She turned her eyes to me and looked at me almost bored. She even shrugged a little, and it seemed I really had to teach her a lesson. I had allowed her to sit in her own seat, hoping it would make everything easier, but now she was forcing my hand. I lifted her like she weighed nothing and brought her back onto my lap.
"Wow! What are you doing?!" she asked almost scared.
She tried pulling away from me again, but I wrapped my arms around her, keeping her close, and then leaning in close, so my mouth was just at her ear.
"You just lost the privilege of your own seat," I whispered.
She leaned back a little, looking at me shocked before the fire came back and she started to struggle against me.
"Seriously! I want my own seat."
"You wanted to be difficult, so here we are," I said.
"This isn't funny!"
A smile clearly showed on my lips, and when she saw it, she turned angry. It looked like she wanted to stab me with the knife that was laying on the table in front of us, or just anything she could use as a weapon. It was quite adorable actually when she tried acting all big and scary when she just wasn't. I leaned closer again and inhaled deeply. Her sweet scent was just ... intoxicating me. It was enough to make me forget all about the food. I would rather want to push the chair back before I bent her over the table and fucked her senseless right here. It certainly didn't help she was squirming on my lap, just making my already hard cock throb so painfully beneath her tight little ass.
"I think it is," I whispered in her ear.
She pulled away as much as she could, which wasn't a lot.
"I am not eating like this!" she told me.
"But you are. This is how it will be if you can't eat on your own."
I took some bread, broke a piece off, and held it to her lips. She turned her head, determined to make this hard on me, but she had to learn, the only one whom this was going to be hard on, was her. With my free hand, I grabbed her jaw, pressing two of my fingers into her cheek, so she was forced to open her mouth a little, while unable to turn away, I pressed the bread in between her sweet pink lips, before forcing her mouth closed. She glared at me while chewing, knowing she had lost this battle.
"I hate you," she said as I let go of her.
"You will change your mind soon enough."
"I don't think so ..."
She had no idea. She might be a half-blood, but from what I knew of them, they weren't as unaffected as Lara liked to pretend to be. She would soon change what she thought about me. She wouldn't be able to help herself.
It was the cruel thing about the bond. It might bring two souls together, but it wasn't always so simple to accept the fact we wanted each other, and sometimes people would even fight it, just to realize they were powerless against it.
"Open," I told her this time.
She glared at me, but didn't try and fight me again, and just took the piece of bread into her mouth. She did her best to not let her lips touch my fingers very much because that would be too much contact for her. She was still a bit skittish, but she would learn to crave my touch as well.
"You don't have to feed me," she said, after swallowing.
"I want to," I told her.
She didn't comment on that, and it wasn't a lie. I wanted to do this. There was something primal behind it. All instincts. It was even stronger in hybrids to be providers for their mates, and seeing Lara eat from my hand, was something that made me feel unbelievably strong. Like she was relying on me and only me.
"So, will I have to eat like this at every meal now?" she asked.