His Mortal Lover

Chapter 3

"No..."

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"No no no NO!"

She couldn't wrap her head around the words that just left his lips before he whistled for Seth to bring her things into his room. He just watched as she began to panic, clawing the collar around her neck. Seth almost looked sympathetic, but pulled off a punkish smile as he dropped the last of her stuff off.

"Make it painless. She looks like she'll die of a heart attack already." Seth chuckled as he closed the double doors, sealing her doom. She slowly looked at Rory before scattering to the other side of the room. She was in fight mode, and she will survive.

"Careful, I don't want your heart to explode. It leaves such a horrible mess on the floor your maid works so hard to clean." Rory snickered. She starred daggers at him as she breathed, "Prick".

Rory shrugged as he started to fix the bed she hardly messed up. She was breathing heavily, her body tense. "If you're going to kill me do it already!" She barked, her legs wobbling. Rory took this small sign as weakness as he smiled at her, his eyes portraying mockery as he said, "why when I can kill you slowly and take every bit of pleasure doing so." She must have looked like a rabid dog by the way Rory now looked at her, his eyes narrowed, his body stiffening.

She took this chance to lunge at him, she had grabbed a butter knife left on the side table and was aiming it for his neck. Rory was quick though, shoving her mid lunge into the bed, his eyes red now. She scrambled to collect herself, reaching for the butter knife only for him to press himself on her and hold both her wrists above her head. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she panted, his mouth was hovering just over her ear when he whispered, "calm the f**k down."

She jerked her body around, her legs trapped under him as he straddled her. After a couple minutes she relaxed giving up. His grip didn't loosen on her though. He was deadly calm, almost too calm for her liking. She stared into his neck, the most beautiful shade of brown she's ever seen... she could see his pulse thumping under his skin. He was far larger than her, his muscles tense as he held her wrists, his jaw muscle twitching with annoyance. If she could see his face, he was probably scowling.

"Are you calm now?" He breathed into her hair. His scent was devouring her now. God he smelled like heaven to her... a mixture of Lilac flowers and dandelions. She shoved him with her hips earning a soft groan. "Knock that off." He growled into her ear, his grip getting impossibly tight. A simple reminder that he wasn't human. She would play his games, see how he liked being played like a toy.

"What If I don't want to?" She sneered. She reached her head up and kissed the pulsing vein in his neck. She could feel his heart beat under her tongue. He groaned before lightening the grip on her wrist. She took this as an opportunity and start sucking on his milky chocolate skin. He let off a warning hum before she bucked him completely off her, freeing her hands before she lunged after him, her hands connecting to his throat. He grunted as he tried to pry her hands off his neck.

"f**k you!" She hissed as she pressed harder, murder glimmering in her eyes. His eyes narrows before black shadows had pulled her off him and flung her a good distance away. He stalked to her now, and tried to pin her down but she only kicked him in the stomach to which he sucked in air and staggered away. Fight, fight, fight! Was all her body was screaming for her to do, she was going to get out of this hell. His eyes narrowed into a fierce scowl before he tried to go for her again. She rolled out of the before jumping onto his back and started pounding on his shoulder blades. He roared and slammed her into the wall, knocking the wind out of her. She slumped to the ground panting before she looked at him, primal anger was voiding his eyes, his muscles flaring, demanding dominance and submission.

"Are you stupid?! Have you forgotten what I am?" Rory hissed, his body dominating hers. She indeed didn't forget, but for a human she was his equal and he knew that. She lunged again before he caught her by the hair and shoved her over the bed, her face connecting with the soft material of the covers. He has her bent over, his hands rushing to pin her hands behind her back. She was breathing hard now, her energy slowly depleting. He lowered himself behind her to where his chest now laid on her back. "Submit." He muttered into her ear. He was panting too, rough and ragged. She was wearing him out, but she was out of fight now. She slumped into the bed, finally giving up.

He sighed moving closer against her to where she could now feel him against her ass, her gown was pulled too far up now, she could feel his sweatpants on the back of her legs. "For a human, you're strong, much stronger than the others who tried to resist me." He breathed, smelling her hair. Despite her tiredness, she still tried to fight him off. "You don't give up do you." He sighed.

She did, give up though. She just didn't like how close they were... it was too intimate. "I'm done, I'm calm, just please stop pressing up against me like this." She groaned, not of pleasure but of pure annoyance. "Why?" Was all he said, he was tuckered out. She sighed, his weight was pressing on her. "Stop trying to kill me and maybe I will." He whispered into her, purposely rubbing her hips. She bit down on her cheek, this was the worst torture yet. "Stop trying to seduce me then." She retorted, earning a soft chuckle from him.

He got off her, fixing her gown for her and said, "I do not have interest in mortals, not even the females. You're lower than dirt, and a mortal like you, no matter how remarkable your beauty may be, is still disposable." He sneered, recollecting himself like the hushed sweetness that fell from his lips were nothing but a false facade used to stop her from fighting.

"Get some sleep, you're blood is disgusting now that you're not lusting for me." He said before dragging her to the couch and setting her down. He then returned to his bed, stripping off everything but his boxers and fell asleep. She must have rattled him that much to pass out within 30 seconds of closing his eyes.

"Bastard..." she breathed before settling down on the couch herself and drifting into a dreamless sleep.